Chapter Ten: New Roommate- Pt II
Early mornings were the only time of day that the whole team was together uninterrupted. The majority of morning meetings were spent arguing with a rare decision actually being made. A twist for the morning, the team sat waiting for the fearless leader of the group Scott Summers to arrive. The rest of the staff took it upon themselves to conversant amongst one another.
"It smells amazing in here." Scott said upon his graceful yet late entrance. "Who made coffee?" Scott asked the table of teachers while helping himself to a hardy cup.
No one confessed to kind gesture because none of them did it, only helping themselves to the finish product. They didn't even notice Scott entrance.
"We figured you did like you do every morning." Rogue explained.
"Not today." Scott took a sip. The warm black liquid filled him with a strong but tart taste. "It's really good."
"Isn't it?" Ororo's voice spooked Scott which made him twitch with the coffee in his hand. He turned to face the shinning beauty.
"It cost about three hundred dollars per pound. So I would keep my hands off. I didn't brew it for you…Scott." He caught her eyes and Ororo held them there. "This one time you are forgiven."
A smirk canvassed his face, and small smile came from Ororo. She was so beautiful it was strange to see such a being in front of him welcoming a conversation.
Ororo leaned off the back patio doors frame and gracefully strolled towards Scott. Dressed in a white knee length pencil skirt and a green tucked in sleeveless shirt she proudly sported her arm candy of the day. Who happened to be the professor, they had just finished an early morning meeting on the patio. It was first time the house staff had seen her in full form in a still shot. Ororo's natural blue eyes mesmerized the staff while flirting with Scott.
"Storm and I have been up and talking for few hours now." Professor Xavier explained. "Please take a seat Scott, so we can get started, I see Logan is late again."
"Speak of the devil." Scott rolled his eyes at Logan late entrance.
Heading straight for the coffee maker, Ororo stood ready with a black coffee in hand for her husband. "Morning." She greeted him handing him the hot mug.
"Morning." He replied back in a more awkward tone then usual. He glanced his wife up and down; she stood perfectly awaiting a thank you she never got.
"Nice of you to join us, looking so…clean." Betsey commented.
"He does!" Rogue joined in the playful teasing. "Did you shower?" she gasped.
"I think he did Rogue! And is that a new black crew neck shirt?!" Betsey giggle.
"Ok moving on!" Scott got sudden indigestion at the all the compliments the man he despised was receiving.
The obvious alterations in Logan's appearance mixed with the frustration that it gave Scott, made Ororo giggle behind her mug of fresh tea. It was the fact that he was wearing the new clothing that she had placed in room that morning that gave her a warm flush.
"Ok welcome everyone as you know we have changes going on this week Hank will be leaving us at the end of the week which means classes need to be rearranged again."
As the staff moaned, Ororo stood back disconnecting herself her gaze went to the kitchen bay windows. There was a twisting knot in her stomach and blistering pulse at the left temple of her head. Something was wrong around her the energy of the earth atmosphere was not flowing right. Things suddenly felt heavily labored instead of the soft poetic flow the weather usually gave her.
"If we're no longer hiding, pull the sheets off you eyes. Perhaps this is the moment where you should confess all your tricks or at lest one. No more secrets among friends, was that not our agreement?" Remy's cool French vocabulary clamed the room breaking Ororo concentration.
"You are correct doesn't that mean you should confess how you really feel to the woman on your right?"
True to his word Gambit turned to his right and told Rogue in her ear the sweet holdings of wanting to take her permanently in his bed.
"Are we even now?" Remy peered back to Ororo. The staff still confused to why the two were having French conversation.
"We are even. I guess it would give me something else to do beside shop with your money."
"My wallet says thank you." Remy joked.
After originally being taught to be a mute Ororo was a box of secrets to the team her busting out a full secretive French conversation during a staff meeting. Ignoring the confused glares of the other teammates and the furious eyes of her husband, Ororo went back to looking out of the windows to avoid Logan's glances. She brushed passed him like it was nothing special.
"Maybe if Logan's wife took the beginner French I would cover advanced French and keep my kinetic energy class. Then we can skip this meeting get to more fun things." He winked to Rouge.
"If she is willing I suppose we could but that means my English class would still need attending to until I return." Hank gave his concerns a voice.
"That's why I have asked Miss. Monroe to stay, after going over things with her this morning I feel that she would be a great fit until Hank returns and I since have offered her a full time staff position."
"What!?" the livid voice of Jean spoke crushed the ears of her co-workers. "We don't even know this woman and you want to trust her with the education and with safety of our children, Professor I think you should reconsider!"
"Jean my decision has been made. I have full faith in her abilities and knowledge." The Professor remained composed.
"Ugh! What the hell, Scott say something!" Jean stood and yelled at her ex for support.
"Jean I happen to agree." He paused and watched Ororo's blue gems circle his face. "With the professor, we do need some fresh water around here." The table was taken back with Scott's response to Jean. He ignored her laughing off her aggregation. Dismissing Jeans pleas for the second time Scott stood to leave and the table took after his lead.
The room disbursed: Jean after Scott and couples in pairs left after them. In the shuffle Logan found his way to Ororo.
"You can teach?" he asked with his hands in the pocket of his new, grunge wash denim pants.
"You teach." Ororo spoke from her mug.
Fair enough Logan thought, by no means did he have any teaching experience before coming to the school. "You speak French… what else don't I know?"
"Plenty, but you never ask." Ororo was quick to excuse herself.
He grabbed her arm upon her attempted departure "I'm asking now."
"And I answered you." She concurred.
"Plenty isn't answer." He squeezed tighter.
"But it's an appropriate response." She tugged against his arm and pulled her arm loose. "Is it just now bothering you that you know nothing about a woman that you have tried to have intercourse with a hand full of times?"
"Never bothered me before."
"But this time you're infatuated aren't you?" He didn't comment and Ororo left the topic there. She knew what she was doing. The battle lines had been drawn and game was about to start.
Logan was trying to do something his body wasn't used too, she didn't know what that particular thing was but it appeared as though it was embarrassment. So Ororo dropped her tense shoulders and took a different approach.
"Clothes fit." She commented to his fresh attire.
"Looks like." Logan eyed her body again. "See Cajuns money went to good use. Nice wig."
Ororo braced an unimpressed glance and stepping back into Logan's reach. She pulled her hair out of her high bun. Logan watching her undo herself gave him a facial lush illumining his eyes. He didn't even feel his Ororo grace his hand when she lifted his hand to her long white locks.
"No wig no dye all me." Ororo said proudly.
He chuckled at her comment. "White chops huh."
"You live in a house of mutants this is hard for you to believe…look at my eyes Logan, there is no rim. You wanted the real me this is where I stand."
Leaning back on the counter in disbelief, Logan rested his weight deciding if would buy her story. Seeing how truthful she has been before his reluctance was understandable.
"The drapes match the carpet." Logan snarled at Ororo trying to fluster her.
Before him in a claim relaxed manner, Ororo took his rough hand and slid it up her short skirt landing upon her smooth warm centre. She didn't flinch once nor lost eye contact with her playmate. Slowly Ororo moved his hand around her womanhood in soft circles his fingertips licking her responsively.
"The carpet matches if there was any, I got a full wax." Ororo held his eyes while he played further.
"It is how I prefer my women." He extended his hand further to get a better feel. He could make her cum right there, he had to power to do but reframed and let her lead. Logan wanted to see how forth coming she was.
"Is it?" Ororo bucked once against his hand. A distasteful grunt left Logan's lips as he bit down to keep himself from howling.
"You know how I like it…" Logan said squeezing her pussy firmly. Ororo held a breath and closed her eyes taking in the moment of pleasure. Spacing her legs wider for Logan , Ororo tipped toed up to his ear. His two for fingers entered her in the motion. "I like it when you look at me with that dark look in your eyes, its like you have to have me."
"Oh yea?" He asked.
"When your stubble scrapes my chin when we kiss makes my panties get a little wet."
She keeps bucking on his fingers. "What else?" he pressed
"When you yank my hair."
"Yea." Loving the praise Ororo continued to rock Logan's ego.
"But when…" She forced herself tightly against his chest. "You swear." She hung her head in bliss for a moment. "I get a sudden rush of electricity between my thighs." Bring herself back up. Ororo held Logan's gaze. "You're an animal as untamable as the weather and it makes me moist every time." She held the back of his neck and drew him into her for a deep kiss.
Sucking into the kiss, Logan wrapped himself in her pressing kiss, with all the strain she caused him. Flipping them Ororo found herself, pressed against the counter with Logan between her legs. Pulling her from their mangled lips, she held his face to hers running her fingers across his thick lips. She licked his upper lip in between as she spoke. "Logan. I. Have. A. Meeting."
Logan stopped and looked at her with a 'who cares stare' indulging in another kiss Ororo shoved him away. His lethal lips would get her no where but his bed room and that wasn't the plan for today. "I so enjoyed our play time today my dear." She jumped off the counter and straightened her skirt. "I would say let us do this again but then again I don't share well with others." Giving the panting confused Canadian an up and down look before she left. Ororo bit her lip in frustration she really wanted him atop of her but she couldn't do it with all the distractions in his way. She was praised as a goddess once before and never again she vowed would she settle for anything less.
"Do say hello to Jean and who so ever else is in this… open relationship of ours" Her cold words punched Logan in his erect penis.
As the blood began to travel back to Logan's brain, he began to understand the good bye Ororo gave him was tainted. "What the hell?" It was her condescending tone that made his head hurt. No matter how hard he tried, everything about her puzzled him more and more.
Logan clamed his nasty thoughts by thinking of gross ones to keep himself from pre-cumming. Forcing his hands into his pocket he took a deep breath and restrained himself from stroking his cock in the kitchen. He went to meet Hank for his physical before getting in a session in the Danger Room.
Meters away, Ororo was pressing her knuckles to the last classroom door on the left otherwise known as Scott's construction and development class. The students were complaining about their boredom in his class. She had a chance to kill two birds with one stone. Opening the door she leaned against the frame way and peered in.
"I must say Scott the children, I mean these young men make a valid point. A project would be great class assignment." She smiled to the fearless leader. Having the boys of the class now on her side, Scott knew he had no chance but hear her terms.
"What did you have in mind oh mysterious one."
"I noticed that the green house or what is left of it is in bad shape, I would be happy to make the inside pretty if you could make the exterior pretty and safe." The young boys cheered in alliance with Ororo. Chanting and praising the ideal. It was a challenged they could do collectively as a class project.
With reluctance Scott agreed and invited the goddess to sit and in and listen to the blue print stagey with the class. She communicated well, making suggestions laughing joking and supporting the students. Scot was impressed on how well she handled herself with the students she was eccentric.
"Ok lets grab some sketch pads break into groups and meet out said to look at the structure" he told to class and students wasted no time running out the back exist. Dusting off the chalk residue off her finger tips, Ororo stood feeling eyes pressing on her back and guiding up and down her apple shaped ass. She turned to see Scott blithely looking from behind his shades. A rosy soft flush came to her cheeks. He was a sweetheart looking at her as if she was a figure mounted in a museum.
"Cat got your tongue." Ororo asked.
"No, dirty thoughts are leaving me speechless." Ororo's eyes widened at Scotts bold words. From what everyone said he was way too up tight to be speaking like that.
"I was unaware such words were in your vocabulary." Ororo let the smile take her face.
"People change when life changes around them." He explained.
"Well then you can tell me all about it on our walk to the green house." she stood by the door awaiting her escort. "Even the dirty thoughts that are leaving you speechless."
"I'd like that." He walked towards her and placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her out the door.
No, i haven't abandoned this story i love it way too much! Im posting tonight even though it has not been beta edited because of all the ongoing love and support i have received i couldnt hold out much longer. So when reading please keep that in mind and if you yourself or know an awesome beta send me PM that would be great! :D