One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Marie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
32
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16,314
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47
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Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places
Summary: Ororo goes to a bar and picks up someone familiar.
Warning: Strong NC-17 for graphic language.
Ororo was bored. She was bored and fed up with not having a social life, but most importantly, she was fed up with not having a love life. Watching the other residents of the mansion pairing off in some human version of Noah’s Ark while she was alone was the final straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. So she started venturing out at night, going into the city – at first to respectable establishments, but those turned out to be unequivocally dull. She wasn’t interested in the suit and tie crowd that frequented the snooty wine bars of Manhattan.
She realized she was looking for someone a little more interesting, and that meant a little more dangerous. That’s how she found herself in a seedy dive in a part of town with a less than desirable address. Every man in the place looked like he was wanted for questioning by the police and it caused a shudder of excitement to course through Ororo’s entire body. She sat at the bar in a black leather mini skirt and copper-colored bustier that sparkled with crystal beading, delicately sipping a dry martini – two olives. Several men had, naturally, tried to pick her up, but none had interested her enough to take them back to the fleabag motel around the corner where she’d rented a room.
Just then a shadow fell across her and she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder.
“I believe you still owe me a scream.” The voice informed her in an ominous whisper, as its source leaned in and his hot breath ruffled her hair.
Ororo slowly turned to face Sabretooth, who had a triumphant and wicked smile on his face.
Ororo squared her shoulders and in a calm voice replied, “Does it have to be a scream of pain? Why can’t it be one of …….pleasure?” she replied as she trailed her hand across his broad chest and down to the waistband of his pants.
Sabretooth simply stood there for a moment, a look on his face that showed he was attempting to digest what she’d just said.
“We don’t have to be enemies when we’re not ‘on-the-clock’, right?” she continued, as she seductively sucked one of the olives off the toothpick while never taking her eyes off of him.
Sabretooth stared at the creamy mocha colored cleavage prominently on display and swallowed hard. He’d never thought of any member of the X-Men as anything other than an enemy, but Storm was right, he wasn’t ‘on duty’. He parked himself on the stool next to hers and ordered whiskey, telling the bartender to leave the bottle. When Ororo went to eat the second olive, he grabbed her hand and vacuumed it off the toothpick into his own mouth.
“So, you wanna be friends do ya?” he asked as he slugged back the whiskey.
“No, I’m not interested in being friends, but I wouldn’t mind fucking your brains out,” Ororo said calmly as she sipped at her martini.
“You’re direct.”
“I didn’t come here to meet my future husband, the man I wanna have the house in the suburbs and the two point five children with. I came here to satisfy my carnal urges. In other words, to get laid. I’m not looking for Mr. Right; I’m looking for Mr. Right Now. So are you on board with that plan or not? Because if you’re not, get lost.”
Grabbing her arm and yanking her roughly off the barstool, Sabretooth started dragging her toward the exit.
“I’m gonna give you one hellava hard ride, girlie,” he promised in a voice tinged with threat.
“We’ll see,” Ororo said challengingly.
At the motel, Ororo got Sabretooth to remove his clothes first, promising him a little striptease show if he’d let her see just how excited she got him. Then she asked him if he was into kinky games.
“Whatcha have in mind?” he asked, his voice a mixture of excitement and a tinge of fear.
Ororo wrapped herself around him and caressing his chest, purred, “You’re always so dominant, I wanna be the one in charge. Can I be in charge, Victor?”
“Got a little dominatrix in ya, do ya?”
“Please, Victor,” Ororo pouted, as she continued caressing his chest.
“Oh, what the hell,” Sabretooth conceded, his mind fogged with lust.
Ororo stepped away from him and went to the dresser where she retrieved two pairs of handcuffs from her purse. Victor paled slightly.
“Ya ain’t locking me up.”
“Fine. If you wanna be scared of little old me, then see ya. I don’t have time for cowards,” Ororo told him as she moved to drop the handcuffs back into her purse.
“Wait!” Sabretooth shouted, “You’re not gonna leave me chained up when we’re done? You’ll let me outta of ‘em, right?”
“I promise not to leave you naked and spread-eagled for housekeeping to find you, okay? Now do you wanna have some real fun or not?”
“Okay, Stormy, I’ll be your little love slave, but this better be worth it.”
“Believe me, Victor, you won’t forget tonight,” Ororo promised him, as she moved toward him swinging the handcuffs.
Sabretooth settled himself down onto the bed and Ororo straddled his hips, grinding herself down onto his erection. He allowed her to put his arms above his head and handcuff him to the iron bedposts, pushing her cleavage into his face in the process. He leaned forward and licked the top of her breasts as she laughed seductively.
“Take your clothes off and suck my dick,” he ordered.
“Bossy, bossy,” Ororo teased, wagging her finger at him, “You forget, I’m in charge. You’re my love slave.”
“Fine. Take your clothes off and I’ll eat your pussy.”
“That’s better,” Ororo said with a playful grin.
She then slid off the bed, walked over to the dresser and turned on the tape player. A bump and grind song started playing and Ororo started swaying to the music, shimmying and gradually edging back toward the door. When she was within close enough proximity to the handle, she reached behind her, grasped it and opened the door. Logan and Scott stepped into the room.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Sabretooth screamed, yanking against the handcuffs.
“It’s been a real pleasure, Creed,” Ororo said, turning to her teammates, “He’s all yours, boys.”
“YOU CUNT!” Sabretooth yelled, struggling futilely against the steel bracelets as Ororo walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Logan unsheathed six nine-inch blades as Scott placed a piece of duct tape over Sabretooth’s mouth.
Warning: Strong NC-17 for graphic language.
Ororo was bored. She was bored and fed up with not having a social life, but most importantly, she was fed up with not having a love life. Watching the other residents of the mansion pairing off in some human version of Noah’s Ark while she was alone was the final straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. So she started venturing out at night, going into the city – at first to respectable establishments, but those turned out to be unequivocally dull. She wasn’t interested in the suit and tie crowd that frequented the snooty wine bars of Manhattan.
She realized she was looking for someone a little more interesting, and that meant a little more dangerous. That’s how she found herself in a seedy dive in a part of town with a less than desirable address. Every man in the place looked like he was wanted for questioning by the police and it caused a shudder of excitement to course through Ororo’s entire body. She sat at the bar in a black leather mini skirt and copper-colored bustier that sparkled with crystal beading, delicately sipping a dry martini – two olives. Several men had, naturally, tried to pick her up, but none had interested her enough to take them back to the fleabag motel around the corner where she’d rented a room.
Just then a shadow fell across her and she heard a familiar voice over her shoulder.
“I believe you still owe me a scream.” The voice informed her in an ominous whisper, as its source leaned in and his hot breath ruffled her hair.
Ororo slowly turned to face Sabretooth, who had a triumphant and wicked smile on his face.
Ororo squared her shoulders and in a calm voice replied, “Does it have to be a scream of pain? Why can’t it be one of …….pleasure?” she replied as she trailed her hand across his broad chest and down to the waistband of his pants.
Sabretooth simply stood there for a moment, a look on his face that showed he was attempting to digest what she’d just said.
“We don’t have to be enemies when we’re not ‘on-the-clock’, right?” she continued, as she seductively sucked one of the olives off the toothpick while never taking her eyes off of him.
Sabretooth stared at the creamy mocha colored cleavage prominently on display and swallowed hard. He’d never thought of any member of the X-Men as anything other than an enemy, but Storm was right, he wasn’t ‘on duty’. He parked himself on the stool next to hers and ordered whiskey, telling the bartender to leave the bottle. When Ororo went to eat the second olive, he grabbed her hand and vacuumed it off the toothpick into his own mouth.
“So, you wanna be friends do ya?” he asked as he slugged back the whiskey.
“No, I’m not interested in being friends, but I wouldn’t mind fucking your brains out,” Ororo said calmly as she sipped at her martini.
“You’re direct.”
“I didn’t come here to meet my future husband, the man I wanna have the house in the suburbs and the two point five children with. I came here to satisfy my carnal urges. In other words, to get laid. I’m not looking for Mr. Right; I’m looking for Mr. Right Now. So are you on board with that plan or not? Because if you’re not, get lost.”
Grabbing her arm and yanking her roughly off the barstool, Sabretooth started dragging her toward the exit.
“I’m gonna give you one hellava hard ride, girlie,” he promised in a voice tinged with threat.
“We’ll see,” Ororo said challengingly.
At the motel, Ororo got Sabretooth to remove his clothes first, promising him a little striptease show if he’d let her see just how excited she got him. Then she asked him if he was into kinky games.
“Whatcha have in mind?” he asked, his voice a mixture of excitement and a tinge of fear.
Ororo wrapped herself around him and caressing his chest, purred, “You’re always so dominant, I wanna be the one in charge. Can I be in charge, Victor?”
“Got a little dominatrix in ya, do ya?”
“Please, Victor,” Ororo pouted, as she continued caressing his chest.
“Oh, what the hell,” Sabretooth conceded, his mind fogged with lust.
Ororo stepped away from him and went to the dresser where she retrieved two pairs of handcuffs from her purse. Victor paled slightly.
“Ya ain’t locking me up.”
“Fine. If you wanna be scared of little old me, then see ya. I don’t have time for cowards,” Ororo told him as she moved to drop the handcuffs back into her purse.
“Wait!” Sabretooth shouted, “You’re not gonna leave me chained up when we’re done? You’ll let me outta of ‘em, right?”
“I promise not to leave you naked and spread-eagled for housekeeping to find you, okay? Now do you wanna have some real fun or not?”
“Okay, Stormy, I’ll be your little love slave, but this better be worth it.”
“Believe me, Victor, you won’t forget tonight,” Ororo promised him, as she moved toward him swinging the handcuffs.
Sabretooth settled himself down onto the bed and Ororo straddled his hips, grinding herself down onto his erection. He allowed her to put his arms above his head and handcuff him to the iron bedposts, pushing her cleavage into his face in the process. He leaned forward and licked the top of her breasts as she laughed seductively.
“Take your clothes off and suck my dick,” he ordered.
“Bossy, bossy,” Ororo teased, wagging her finger at him, “You forget, I’m in charge. You’re my love slave.”
“Fine. Take your clothes off and I’ll eat your pussy.”
“That’s better,” Ororo said with a playful grin.
She then slid off the bed, walked over to the dresser and turned on the tape player. A bump and grind song started playing and Ororo started swaying to the music, shimmying and gradually edging back toward the door. When she was within close enough proximity to the handle, she reached behind her, grasped it and opened the door. Logan and Scott stepped into the room.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Sabretooth screamed, yanking against the handcuffs.
“It’s been a real pleasure, Creed,” Ororo said, turning to her teammates, “He’s all yours, boys.”
“YOU CUNT!” Sabretooth yelled, struggling futilely against the steel bracelets as Ororo walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Logan unsheathed six nine-inch blades as Scott placed a piece of duct tape over Sabretooth’s mouth.