The next day, bolstered by the resolution of the 'incident' as it had been termed, Sue had gone out shopping. After all, with the honeymoon approaching, a new set of lingerie couldn't hurt. She'd been expecting a few quiet hours to herself wandering the mall. What she hadn't expected was to literally run into a certain tall dark and handsome man as she exited a store, pink stripped bag in hand.
"Mr. McKenzie," she gasped as she knelt to pick up the bag she'd dropped.
He crouched alongside her. "Ms. Storm," he grinned. "A pleasure as always. I trust you received my token of affection?"
"Your…" Oh, the flowers, of course. She nodded. "Yes, thank you. Though perhaps it would be a good idea to not send anymore in the future."
"You didn't like them?" He questioned worriedly, helping her back to her feet. "They could have been better."
"Oh no," she shook her head. "They were gorgeous. And I did appreciate the thought."
His frown deepened for a moment. "Then why…. Oh." He snapped his fingers at the thought. "Your fiancé didn't appreciate the sentiment, I take it."
She sighed, shaking her head. "No, I'm afraid he didn't."
"I don't blame him," Namor chuckled. "If you were my fiancée, I'd bristle at anyone who so much as looked at you."
"Reed doesn't bristle." Sue was quick to defend him. "He just…"
"Is a bit overprotective, perhaps?" He questioned grinning. "Well there's no need for him to worry, Ms. Storm. If you were a free woman, I do confess I'd be at your door in a moment, flowers and chocolates in hand. But, since you're not… Tell Dr. Richards that I'm not such a cad as to try and steal you away." It wasn't true in the slightest, but if it kept Reed Richards unsuspecting…
She couldn't help but smile at him. "I'll be sure to inform him, Mr. McKenzie," she answered. "But I'm sure I'm keeping you from something important?"
"Not at all," he assured her. "Nothing could be more important than you, after all. And I'd been meaning to track you down at some point, anyway. It must be fate that we ran into each other." Fate, or a coincidence called Victor Von Doom.
"Oh?" Sue's eyes widened slightly. "You wanted to talk to me? What about?"
"Well, as you know, I have a charity," Namor explained, tucking her hand under his arm and beginning to stroll. "It's a small charity, but I believe a vital one. And I was wondering if I might be able to persuade the famous Fantastic Four to act as spokespeople."
"You want us?" Sue was clearly a bit shocked at the idea. Though no doubt Johnny wouldn't have a problem with anything.
McKenzie chuckled. Really –he- only wanted one. A certain blackmailer however… "Of course. Many charities use celebrities to bring attention to themselves. And I would hope that you would feel a certain empathy to my cause. Manhattan is after all an island…"
"You're right," she nodded. "It is important. I shall, of course, have to discuss this with everyone else."
"Of course," he nodded. "Take all the time you need. I wasn't suggesting you sign a contract today, or anything of that nature."
She shook her head. "Of course not." He wouldn't do that at all. "And I will think this over very carefully," she promised.
Smiling, he brought her hand to his lips once more. "Then that's all I can ask, Ms. Storm," he answered as he backed away. "I'll give you a few weeks, then I'll give you a call."
Nodding in agreement, Sue smiled softly at him. "Thank you, Mr. McKenzie." For the opportunity and everything.
"Namor," he corrected. "And thank -you-, Miss. Storm."
"Sue," she answered.
"Thank you…Sue."
AN: Sorry I took so long to get this up. School has been hectic, especially since I'm graduating from college in a few weeks...and because my allergies have sucked so much that I haven't felt like doing my homework, much less working on a story.I'll try to get the next chappie up soon.
