That night, Storm couldn't sleep.
Only she could know why she wouldn't stop thinking about that blue-skinned, yellow-eyed, believer.
"Someone so beautiful, shouldn't be so angry..."
He found her beautiful.
And the way he had touched her, with no pretense...
Oh, if only Jean hadn't interrupted!
They were finally in peace in the X-Men mansion, and it was late. Late enough for her not to knock on his door. Late enough to be too early late for dawn.
What would he be doing now?
Sleeping, of course! Like she herself should be!
"What would he be wearing now?" she wondered. What would someone that... that pure wear to sleep?
She couldn't take it anymore. Opening her peignoir over her silky nightgown, Storm started touching herself from the neck below, just like she knew he would do if he was there. But...
It was by no means that perfect and satisfactory, like he probably would make everything.
"Damn it!" She exclaimed. What stupidity!
Kurt was right there. Nearer to her than any man she ever wanted. Standing up, she decided all she needed to do was talk to him.
And then what?
Three in the morning.
Daaaarn it!
She decided to leave the room, anyway. Whatever she'd have to do, she'd pin on that "god" of his.
Storm really felt like knowing how to pray now...
Trembling, shaking like a leaf, she found his room easily, like she knew she would. But even before knocking, someone opened the door.
Someone blue-skinned and yellow-eyed, wearing a white bathrobe, opened the door.
She gasped.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, almost as if in a question.
"I- I'm sorry, I thought that was the bathroom..."
She certainly looked jumpy. He could feel someone out there. But never thought it would be her, in a million years.
"I see... Were you sleepwalking? That can be dangerous!"
Storm giggled. He was so adorable! And that accent, by the gods... Was he wearing anything underneath that robe?
"Storm?"
Kurt Wagner looked a little astonished. But she knew how she could deal with the situation now.
Gosh. It was all or nothing.
"Yeah. I do have this habit. I don't feel safe alone now. Can you help me?"
He looked startled, confused. But he couldn't dare say no to her. She needed help. And if it was he who should help, he would.
Not just because he really liked her, no. But because it was a Christian duty.
Before Kurt invited her in, she was in.
Now what? she asked herself.
Maybe she should just... leave.
"Storm..." he started, holding her trembling right hand and carressing her face ever so gently. She moaned against her will.
"Do you treat everyone like that? Especially women?" Storm asked, pushing him away, annoyed.
"Like that? Like... like what?" He asked confused.
"Oh, god. Oh, god, you do! I don't know why I even thought I was special! This is so stupid, I'm sorry," she said, going to the door, before spilling any more tears in front of him.
"But you are special," he whispered, holding her wrist, stopping her from leaving, his German accent thick.
She turned around to fully see him.
"I don't sleepwalk. Ever. I came here because I wanted to see you."
Now he looked surprised.
"Wha- what?"
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I just... I can't stop thinking of you."
"Please don't apologize!" He said, holding her tight. "Not about that. I feel the same way too. But I wouldn't ever tell, because I thought... How's this possible?"
She kissed him while he kissed her back, still wondering what he was wearing underneath the robe, since she could only see his tail.
Or maybe... Something else... poking out somewhere else?
All she needed to do to find out was touch the... right place. And so she did, hearing him hiss, being sure he wasn't wearing anything at all.
"Storm, wait," he asked, while she touched him in ways he never wanted her to stop. "I don't know your real name... It's-it's important," he panted. "I love you."
Before he thought she had any doubt, she decided to tell him everything she wanted to say.
"You can call me Ororo. My name's Ororo Munroe. And I've been in love with you since that first day in the church." She said, touching the 'sins' carved on his skin, just like she did when they met. "It's impossible to believe that someone like you committed that many sins," she said, making him lose the robe.
"At the moment, I'm committing the one of lust."
Storm giggled like a little girl while he carried her to his bed.
"You are so soft," he sighed, while he touched her everywhere, and she moaned, trembled, cried out his name.
"You are stunning, Ororo," he whispered, while he undressed her, worshipping each part.
Kurt couldn't believe he could ever provoke such sensations in any woman. And it was like a dream. Since the first time he laid eyes on her, she seemed so interested in being... this close to him.
Just like she was now, kissing his naked skin, his symbols, while he wanted to... So bad to...
"Kurt, please... Please..." She begged.
Somehow, he understood too well what she was asking him. Her body language left no room for doubts. Nervous and avid as he was, he didn't want to think of hurting her.
And in the end, it didn't look like he had. She trembled, putty under him, while he whispered "I love you" and she cried out his name, completely lost.
He stared into her almost unfocused eyes, while she started having that... beautiful moment he had always wanted to see a woman have. Only he never thought he would be the one to make it happen. And now he did! It was magical, knowing he could make someone feel that way.
And by the way it was looking that night... It had happened many, many times already!
Was that normal for a woman?
Was he that... great?
While Storm held Kurt and they moved faster, simultaneously, he started trembling on top of her, amazed at how he felt. He almost cried out, even shouted. It lasted mere seconds, but felt like forever.
So that was how it was? That was how it felt when you finally found the one you loved?
"Oh... Wow!" He said, while she laughed.
"You can say that again." She smiled, speaking hoarsely.
"Marry me!" He asked her, jubilantly, staring into her teary eyes, like an anxious child begging for a Christmas gift.
Snuggling up with him, she replied.
"I'd better. God knows if there's any more space on your skin for one more sin. Damn, you're so good at that!"
If he was of any human color, he'd have flushed violently.
Storm kissed him, noisily, possessively. "I don't want to be jealous of your exes, but... You do like me better than them... Right? I just want to make sure I'm important..."
Kurt made a noise between a laugh and a snort.
"There was nobody but you. There will never be."
Storm felt like there was a storm inside her. How was that possible? She had been his... His first? She was... proud. Proud of herself. He had chosen her, amongst any other woman in the world.
How could she not be feeling elated and... smug?
And very silly... But she could not stop feeling... special.
"I'm going to hell," she held him closer, while they laughed. "Do I also have to carve my skin?"
Kurt only kissed her, so they could start sinning again.