Title: White Rose
Type: Romance/Adventure/Action
Note: Some of the scenes in this fanfic are previously used in an rp I belong to. However, what you see here is all mine. I have wrote this all at one point in time or another.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men. Though, it would completely make my life if I did…too bad I don't. Dang.
Chapter 2: Black Velvet
3:45 pm
Upstairs Hallway
Laundry was a chore in which the students had to do on their own. And as Kitty Pryde carried her laundry basket down the long hallway towards the stairs, she couldn't help but groan inwardly at the large amount of clothes that she needed to have washed. As the young brunette passed the bedroom doors lined down the hallway, she stopped at one room just before reaching the stairs.
"Miss Munroe?" Kitty peered into her teacher's open room, a curious look upon her face.
Ororo looked up from her sitting position on her bed. "Come in."
Kitty set her dirty laundry hamper down before entering into the room. Never before being in the area, she took the opportunity to admire the plants that sat in the window seal and the French doors that led to a balcony over looking the backyard and garden.
Kitty whistled. "This is a nice place, yah got here."
Ororo smiled down at her hands.
Kitty took a seat next to her instructor. "Is something bothering you, Miss Munroe?"
The Weather Goddess turned her gaze at the pupil beside her. Her look was peculiar, as if she were distant and away from the entire world around her. Quickly rising from the bed, Ororo went to her closet, dismissing the skeptical look she was receiving from Kitty.
"What do you think of this dress?" Ororo pulled a black, strapless dress from her closet and held it against herself. The hem just barely swept the floor while 'Ro stood in her high heels.
Kitty's mouth dropped and she reached out to touch the material. "Is that velvet?"
Smiling, Ororo nodded. "Mhm. Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful." Kitty breathed. "But what's it for? Is there a fancy party I don't know about?"
Frowning sadly, Ororo shook her head and sighed. "No, just a wishful thought."
"Thought of what?" Kitty tilted her head in curiosity.
Ororo sat down next to the girl and shrugged. "I bought that dress a long time ago, hoping that some time it'd get to be worn."
"How come haven't you worn it?"
Ororo gave Kitty a grin. "And when am I gonna do that? When I'm off fighting in combat? Or teaching you and your friends about history or the evolution of mutants?"
"Well," Kitty furrowed her eyebrows. "You could always go out one night."
Storm raised her own eyebrows. "Go out?"
Kitty nodded. "Yeah. You know, like, on a date. With a guy, involving dinner and maybe some dancing."
Shaking her head while smiling, Ororo chuckled. "And what guy would wanna take a mutant school teacher out?"
"Another mutant school teacher." Kitty said, getting up. "I could play match maker." Now she was teasing.
Ororo rolled her eyes and tossed a pillow at the brunette. "Get outta here!"
Laughing, Kitty exited the room, picked up her laundry basket and continued down the stairs.
4:13 pm
Bathroom.
Fresh from a shower and still sopping wet, Logan only briefly glanced at his own complexion in the mirror. He wasn't much for primping and was surprised to actually find time to take a quick rinse.
So Ororo was right, he had left the students without any fair warning as to why, or when he'd be back. The snowplow won that portion of the argument. But that didn't mean he was going to let her win the next part.
Coming out of the bathroom with clouds of steam trailing after him, Logan made his way down the hall while using his towel to dry his unruly brown/black hair. The dark blue bathrobe that he wore was barely large enough to cover most of his chest hair.
As Logan was about to cross the hall towards his room he heard a soft sigh, one that could only be picked up by his hearing, come from the other side of the hallway.
Ororo's room.
The feral turned to see Ororo holding her black dress against her body again; admiring the fabric and shape of the clothing against her mocha colored skin. Gracefully, she glided around her room as if she were dancing with the dress on. But in a moment's time, Storm sighed again and shook her head.
"Who am I kidding?" She said softly, sounding almost depressed at the very sight of the gown. She held it by its hanger before delicately placing it back in her closet.
Quickly, Logan turned into his own room before she could see him, and closed the door.
A/N: Hmmm reviews, maybe?