As always I own none of the X-Men characters/places. The character of Jessica Gion/Blaze is my own creation. The rest of the places and characters of X-Men belong to the creator of the X-Men comics and the creators of the X-Men films.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed chapter 4. I'm terribly sorry that this is late I've been having a hectic time here with moving and all that jazz so here's the next chapter for my story.
WARNING: Explicit material follows...
Pyro was laying on his bed when Jessica came through to door. He turned over and jeans and a flfaced away from her, he couldn't handle looking at her right now. She was beautiful, newly clean from the shower and wearing pair of blue flowy black top. It was fitted across her chest and hung loosely around her stomach. She looked like some Renaissance princess. She wore a black scarf with white polka dots on it in her hair. It made that brilliant red hair of hers stand out even more than usual against the black ribbon.
"I'm back," she said.
He didn't answer. He heard her boots muffled clunking on the carpeted floor as she walked over to him. She put her hand on his bare arm, a hot touch even for his skin.
"Did you hear what I said?"
A realization came to him. Pyro turned over and looked at her, his dark blue eyes widening then softening.
"It was you. . . you're the one who kept me alive," he said as her hot fiery touch sent a shock of knowing through him.
"Yes," she answered with a smile.
"But, why?"
Pyro's blue eyes now looked up into Blaze's own gray ones, he now realized those too. They had belonged to the person who had comforted him in the Med Lab.
"Only a fire starter knows what another fire starter needs," she answered as he was about to remove her hand from his rm.
Pyro grabbed it and put the palm of her hand to his lips. She let out a little yelp and jumped slightly at the feel of his lips against her skin.
"John, there's not need to thank. . . ," she was cut off.
Pyro sat up on the bed so quickly she didn't even have time to react . His lips connected with hers hard. His kiss was rough, brutal and bold, not like Warren's at all. No, this was definitely not timid, shy Warren's kiss. His lips were crushing her. HIs tongue begging its way into her mouth. This was not sweet, this and was not kind, it was heavy, wanting, fierce, and overwhelming to the senes. He had his arms around her his fingers dug into her arms. His kisses were like liquid fire, making her stomach swirl like a tilt-a-whirlShe was now under him, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His hands were caressing her arms sending tiny sparks through her veins. His lips were almost devouring her, his tongue plunging into her mouth. They were like two fish out of water flipping around trying to find heir way back to the stream. Neither he nor she could get each others clothes off fast enough. He pulled off her shirt, almost ripping the delicate fabric in his attempt. Then she pulled off his t-shirt to reveal what she had seen earlier that evening in that awkward moment.
He undid her bra and then went for her pants. She put her hands over his, stopping him.
"John. John wait," she said breathlessly into his mouth.
He sighed irritably, "What."
"I don't know if I can control my powers if we do this. I might catch the room on fire," she said. "It's happened before but nothing like what could happen now! With the both of us having the same powers it could be catastrophic! I could make the whole mansion go ablaze."
"You'll be fine," he said as he undid her pants.
He didn't wait for her to answer him. She hadn't said anything in return so he took it that they were going to do this. She let him slide off her pants revealing a pair of black satin thongs. He sucked in a breath. She undid his pants and slide everything including his boxers down to his knees.
"Hey that's not fair," he said looking at her.
"Who said we were playing fair Big Boy," she said giving him an evil grin and pulling his face to hers.
Pyro finished wiggling out of his clothes that were now down to his knees, then he pulled off the remainder of Jessica's. They were now both naked, waiting, and wanting. Pyro pulled the covers over them and away they went. Pyro's touch sizzled against her skin, leaving trails of red inflamed skin in its path. His lips were everywhere. Her skin literally felt like it was on fire. When he entered her they both let out a satisified moan. That feeling alone made her body quiver. He was moving now rapidly taking her over the brink. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt. Unlike anything she'd ever had with a human guy. It was more passionate, more loving, more bold and more hot, than anything she'd ever known. Pyro's flesh was literally hot to touch, scalding her to the very core of her bones and she knew that she was doing the same to him. They were both shuttering, feeling feverish from each others molten body heat.
God she knows how to move, Pyro thought to himself.
"Blaze, Blaze, Blaze," he said against Jessica's neck.
Jessica let out a gasp as she felt a mixture of pain and pleasure against her neck. Pyro's teeth nipped her skin and she his. Her hands were running along his back, over his shoulder blades. A smile crossed her lips. She had gotten her wish. She had wanted to know what his back would feel like, Those muscles, the tension and the spark gliding underneath his skin. The way they slid under her hand and wingers was pure magic. She sighed.
They were both locked in the moment. Jessica's fingers kneaded the bed covers, opening and closing with each new feeling of intense pleasure. She moaned his name several times when he put her in ecstacy, she dug her nails into his skin. He loved that, it only made him plunge into her more. They both came with each other, tumbling back into reality, collapsing breathlessly onto the bed.They were both sated and in a blissful state. They stared at each other, smiles spreading across both of their faces. They were still intertwined with each other, their passion beaded bodies entangled in one another.
"Do you smell that," Jessica asked him smelling the air.
"Smell what?"
"It smells like burnt cloth," she said.
At that moment both of them looked down at the blankets which were brown and singed. They both laughed.
"Well, at least I didn't burn down the mansion," she joked.
They were still laying there Pyro was holding his weight about her staring at her. His arms were on either side of her head.
Just then Warren opened the door.
"Hey Jess I . . .," he started he was still holding the door knob when he said. "Oh my God!"
At this Pyro fell of the bed onto the floor almost taking Jessica with him. She reached and pulled a blanket around her pulling it just under her armpits.
Warren stood there for a second stunned at the sight he beheld. Pyro was fumbling to get his boxers back on, and there was Jessica her red hair enveloping her face like some demonic storm cloud. The scent of sex in the air. She was naked he had been naked. Warren's eyes hardened.
"You son of a bitch," he said as he let go of the knob and lunged at Pyro.
Pyro couldn't get his feet on the floor fast enough. Warren grabbed him by the neck pinning him against the wall. He pulled the igniter off Pyro's hand and threw it across the room where it shattered. Warren was squeezing the life out of Pyro. His thumb pressing into Pyro's windpipe. Jessica quickly threw on her panties and Pyro's shirt.
"Warren stop it you're killing him," Jessica said grabbing onto Warren's free arm.
"That's the point," Warren fumed.
He flung Jessica onto the bed where she hit her head on the wall behind it. Pyro's face was bright red almost purple. He looked frightened but a rabid flame still danced behind his eyes. He was gagging and choking under Warren's grip. Jessica was on her feet now. Her hands went alight. She was pissed.
"I told you to stop," she said through gritted teeth, as she torched Warren's wings into crispy brown feathers.
Warren let go of Pyro, who fell gasping onto the floor. Warren screamed in pain. Jessica knew that his wings would heal and that she hadn't caused any permanent damage.
"If you ever try that again the next time I'll go for your face," she told him.
Warren looked up at her.
"Just answer me why Jess," he said.
"Because I love him!"
Pyro stood between their two beds looking at the girl he'd just made love to, the girl who'd just saved his life.
Warren sighed and chuckled to himself, "Haha. Love. Love? You really think you know what that is? Huh? Have you ever really been loved Jess? I mean really truly loved? Your parents certainly proved they didn't when they threw you out on the doorstep! You know Jess you never cease to amaze me. I get up the courage to finally make my move after months of liking you, and this this is what you do to me! Did it ever occur to you that I might want to be the one to love you? That I might have wanted to be under those blankets with you making love to you?"
He paused for a moment.
"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it too," he said finally
She slapped him hard across the face. The comments he had made had hit a hard spot. For a moment a tiny scene of having Warren bed slithered silkily into her mind. Unwanted and unwelcomed. It was like a harsh headline staring out at her from a newspaper. Or the neon glow from a billboard. She tried to force it away because she had thought about it more than once. She tried to force away the mental image that they wouldn't even need blankets, that Warren's wings would wrap them in a soft hammock of down. That he would be soft, slow, and deliberate in his motions. The feel of his chiseled body... STOP IT!!!!! she told herself. You will not let him get under your skin she reassured herself. Her mind was spinning.
"How, how could you do this to me Jess? How? And with him, a traitor." Warren's eyes were full of crazy rage and sadness.
"You're more of a traitor than he is," Jessica said referring to the fact that Warren's father was the discoverer of the cure
As she said the last sentence he grabbed her wrist hard. So hard she thought that he was going to break it with his superior strength.
"Warren stop it you're hurting me" She threw herself out of his grip.
He didn't say anything but let his hand drop limply to his side.
"If you ever come near John or I again I will kill you Warren! Do you understand me? I will kill you," Jessica told him. It wasn't a threat, it wasn't a joke, it was a promise.
Warred looked truly terrified at that moment, knowing full well that she had meant what she said. Warren collected himself off the floor and ran out the door. Jessica ran to Pyro.
"Oh my God. are you okay?"
Pyro was still coughing but managed to give her a thumbs up. Students were standing out in the hallway looking into their room. Evidently their ordeal had caused a commotion. Suddenly Storm, Dr. McCoy and Logan came bounding round the corner.
"What the hell is goin' on up here," Logan said.
Many of the students pointed toward Pyro and Jessica's room.
"What the hell is goin' on up here," Logan asked again when he reached their room.
"Why don't you go ask your wing man he's the one who started it all," Pyro said finally gaining his voice.
"Warren," Storm asked.
"Of course Warren. Do you see anyone else walking around the mansion with fucking wings," Jessica spat.
"You watch you mouth young lady," Beast said.
"Oh bite me Beastie," Jessica said.
Storm was looking down at the carpet at the scorched pieces of feathers that had dropped off of Warren's wings.
"What did you do to him?"
Kitty was now standing in the room with them and it was from her that the question had come.
"It wasn't anything he didn't deserve," Jessica answered.
Suddenly Kitty lashed out striking Jessica across the face with her hand. Jessica reached up to touch the spot. Then in a flash her hands were ablaze waiting for the phaser to strike.
"Hey, hey, hey break it up! Now! Logan said. "Kitty if you phase again you're out of here you understand," he added.
Jessica let the flames subside from her hands.
"We'll talk to Warren and see what he has to say," Storm informed them.
"This isn't over, not by a long shot so you can just slap that notion right there," Kitty said.
"Pfth, you can have him," Jessica told Kitty. "Just be careful with the wings they may be a little sensitive," she added venomously.
"Don't worry Kitty they're going to answer for their actions," Dr. McCoy told her. "As for you I think we might need Leech to sleep in your room tonight just so that you don't get any ideas about phasing through the mansion to attack these two tonight."
"Now get back to bed, and that means all of you," Storm said rasing her voice so that the message got to the girls in the hall
The three adults left and Pyro slammed the door behind them.
"Damn him," Jessica said feeling the spot on her lip that was swelling up from Kitty's slap.
"Damn him? Damn her! Let me see this," he said moving her hand so that he could look at her lip.
"Ow," she said as Pyro took the end of his shirt that she still had on and dabbed at her wound.
"Sorry, it's bleeding," he told her. "There all better."
"Thanks."
The two of them crawled back into Pyro's bed and cuddled together. Pyro grabbed her hand and held it in his admiring how small it was, delicate like it could back with one single squeeze. He knew though, that that tiny hand could do so much damage.
"Can I ask you something," he said.
"Anything."
"That nightmare you had the other night, what was it about," He asked.
"We moved from Britain when I was eleven to upstate New York. That's why my accent isn't promonent. It was something new for all of us. It was a huge city, a city full of trouble I could get into, and I did."
Pyro just shook his head listening to her.
I was thirteen when my powers first manifested themselves. I was in the kitchen with my mother who was making breakfast. We were fighting I don't even remember what about, and all of a suddenly things went ablaze. I didn't think it was my fault. Then later on when I was seventeen I killed the first boy I ever loved. I caught him on fire! I didn't know what was happening! All I could do was stand there and watch him burn! I have nightmares about it a lot. The police said it was possible that it was the cigarette he was smoking but, I knew the real reason. It was my fault! I knew! I knew and I never said a word. I was playing with his lighter and we were arguing. That arguement I do remember I was accusing him of seeing someone else. Flames just errupted from the lighter like water from a firehydrant! They engulfed him so fast. There was nothing I could do. I didn't have control over my powers, and I was afraid. They only seemed to spark to life when I was angry. My parents knew something was wrong too. The word "mutant" was just being kicked around at that time. So they got rid of me. Kicked me out of the house and acted like they didn't even know me anymore. I lived in a shelter until I found out about this place. I realized that I could manipulate fire or the fuel within objects. Only later did I discover when I was being attacked by a man in a alley that the fire came from somewhere within my own body. That I had the ability to create fire."
Pyro's mouth was hanging open.
"Oh, Jess I'm so sorry. It must be terrible to have to live with something like that."
"Yeah," she said wiping away a tear that had spilled out.
"Well no nightmares tonight, I'm right here and you can't hurt me," Pyro said.
She smiled at him. He hugged her closer to him and they both laid there drifting off to sleep.
I hope you guys liked that. If you did or even if you didn't let me know what you think. All comments are welcomed and appreciated. Thanks in advance.
