Hexing

Toad slammed into the brotherhood door with his legs on an angry jump, smashing it right off of the hinges.
It cracked in half with the force, splintered and bounced to the inside of the hallway. His face was a mask of
woe. Pietro's silverish white hair was a blur as he zoomed down the stairs and inhe hhe hall, hearing the
explosion. He sees Toad crouched on the smashed down door.

He grinned in his malicious way, speaking quickly, "What's a matter toad-breath? Wanda shoot you down
again?" he super-sped around Toad, then stopped in front of him again.

Toad refused to respond and continued to look downcast. He tried to shuffle around Pietro. His long, dank
greasy hair falling across his brow. A fly buzzed around his head, and he didn't even bother to try and
snatch it with his tongue. Stink pratically radiated from his hunched body.

"Huh, no wonder she turned you down looking and smelling like you do? Phew!"

Pietro pinched his nostrils together, "Maybe if you took a bath..."

"I don't want to talk about it, man."

Just then, Lance and Fred thundered down the stairs. The whole staircase

visibly groaned underneath Fred's weight.

"What's going on? What's all the commotion about?" Lance asked, desperately wanted to go back upstairs
and finish his business.

"Not sure," Pietro returned quickly, "I think the little fly-eater has a problem in love-land." he tilted his head,
and stepped back quickly, as Toad swung at him; and completely missed.

Footsteps grated on the concrete walk. Wanda approached slowly with her head dropped down, watching her
feet as they moved; one in front of the other. She didn't notice the missing door and the crowd of people
until she went to turn the doorknob, to find nothing but air! She lifted her head, her lipstick restored and the
usual, angry look on her face.

"What, is the problem here? Where'd the fucking door go?" she gestured with her hands, "And why are you
all standing around as if you had the brains to actually have a conversation?"

"Hey, I resent that..." Fred said in a small voice. Looking down at the frayed carpet sadly.

"Ugh," Wanda rolled her eyes, and waited. "Well?!" she demanded after a few seconds of silence.

"Lover-boy here," Pietro began to explain, gesturing to Toad, "Smashed our lovely front door in..." hat,hat,
Wanda looked even more pissed off, if that was possible, and he finished with, "and we've been trying to find
out why, exactly."

"Well?" She snarled. Really pissed off, and slightly frustrated at her pent up frustration, after all, she had not
had the release that she wanted. But she took what she got.

Toad flinched, and raised his head, "I saw you!" he wailed, "I saw you at the school, with him!" his beady
yellow-green eyes shed tears down his cheeks.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed suspiciously, "You following me around you little creep! Ahg! I am so sick of
you!" The house began to shake, and the other three guys back up. But Todd was rooted to the spot.

"I have every right to, Wanda. It is a free country. Besides, you know I love you baby cakes, how could you
betray me like that?"

"Hey, wow, what's going on?" Lance broke in.

"Yeah sis, wart, what're you talking about?"

"It's none of your business!" Wanda's hands flexed, energy flowing from them, "Now piss off before I hurt
you." they fled; and she turned back to Toad. "Betray YOU?! What the hell, shit for brains, you are nothing to
me!"

"Then what do I have to be? Tell me." He pleaded pathetically.

"I already told you; someone else." she proceeded to whack him upside the head, "Take a shower, then a
bath, and then another shower. Brush your teeth too. You reek, when you have finished, come to my room."
She then stormed up the stairs to her room, where she slammed the door with enough force to sound like an
explosion.

Pietro zipped back into the room, "Ooh, someone's in trouble." he goaded.

But Toad could only grin slightly, "She wants to see me in her room. There's still hope!" his legs bunched
beneath him as he bounded up the stairs happily, and sailed sideways into the bathroom.


~

Slamming the door behind her, Wanda sighed, and rubbed at her temples with her fingers. Stress was getting
to her. She went over to her bed and flopped down on it. Her back resting against the mattress, and her feet
planted on the ground. She throws her arms open, then bends her arms at the elbows, lacing her fingers
behind her head.

Tonight had been interesting, a new revelation. She now had an X-man under her thumb. Although, she didn't
do what she did solely for business. evil purposes, it was also for a part of pleasure that she felt fluttering in
her. A slow burning heat between her thighs...

She shakes her head at her thoughts, and sits up, pushing her hair over one shoulder. Her fingers loosen the
knot between her breasts, and she runs her fingers along the smooth skin, slipping her hands below the
barrier of clothes to cup her breasts. Her fingertips were cool as they brushed her nipple, and she tugged on it,
the sensitive bud hardening and pressing against her palm urgently. She felt an answering wetness below, and
ed hed her fingers away from her breast to tug her feet from her combat boots, then she hurled them across the
room into the closet. Next, she shed her clothing like a second skin, it slithered to the ground, and she kicked
it away.

She peeled off her black silk panties and tossed them aside. She was either going to find them later; or not. Her
things had a tendency to vanish. Black and pink hair spilled over her shoulders, and she breathed in the scent; it
smelled like summer rain and jasmine, her choice of shampoo, and it had been about to rain outside. Her head
dipped as she ran her fingers along her naked belly, and she let her fingers tangle in the triangle of coarse dark
curls. She lay back on the bed, feeling the softness of her quilt against her naked flesh.

Her breathing quickened as she slid her fingers lower, and parted the petals to her womanhood. She was like
molten lava, and it was surging to the surface

as her fingers slipped lower, pressing against her nub full of sensitivity.

She rubbed her swollen sex, and spirals of sensatixploxploded from that simple touch.

A sudden rap at the door caused Wanda to topple off the bed to the ground, she she fell in a muffled thump. She
groaned in proteand and flicked a look to the clock. She'd only been in here twenty minutes. Who the hell could it
be?

"What?!" her voice was husky, and dully angry.

"Baby cakes! It's me, your darling Todd! I'm all clean!" the unmistakable voice of Toad oozed through the thick
wooden door. She was grateful he didn't come bouncing in unwanted as usual.

She groaned, her plans going on hold. Then a thought hit her. It wasn't pretty, and it would never get rid of him,
but maybe Toad could help her out with something.

"Already? Ugh, get your ass in here." she groaned, sweeping up her her robe, tying the sash haphazardly around
her trim waist, after sliding her arms through the arm holes.

The door eagerly flies open, and smashes against her wall, causing the witch to flinch.

"Be careful, dammit."

He laughed nervously. "Sorry 'bout that baby cakes." he edged into the room.

"Shut the door please." Toad looked confused for a moment, before shutting the door as requested. "Come here
please."

"Ooh... Heh." he almost drooled as he saw her form clad in only a robe. "Sweetums, do my eyes deceive me? Or
are you..." he doesn't finish, but his eyes gleam and he hops over, ouslously over his angst.

Wanda hesitated, did she really want this? Well, she knew she was extremely horny; and she hadn't been laid in so long, but she wasn't sure the next time should be with Toad. She ran her hand through her hair and felt the air in her lungs rush out.

((if there is any errors found, please, please let me know. i had trouble copying and pasting this. stupid formatting.))