The RainBow Connection.

Chapter two



Chapter two!

Daydream Believer.

 

Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men. I do, however, own this bag
of Ruffles, and I’m not sharing! Ha Ha Ha Ha!

 

Dr Hank McCoy looked over his lab supplies
thoughtfully. ~Hmm would my thermometer
be most efficient here or here hmm or
maybe…. ~ Unbeknownst to him a soft mocha hand was traveling down his furry
uncovered chest towards the tight black Speedo her wore.

“Or maybe….. by Shakespeare’s quill! Ororo what are you doing, you know
I’m working!”

A small grin played
on the naughty Weather Goddess’s face.

“Yes of course Hank,
because I really would call organizing your supplies for the thousandth time
work. “ She let her tongue wander
towards his ear, her hand still gripping his quickly hardening instrument. For
a moment he let her continue to “play him”, but soon he had her deviant fingers
clenched in his.

“Ororo please there
is no lock on my office, anyone could come in. Charles or Logan or Heaven
forbid one of the students. That is a subject I would rather we not inform them
on. “He stared into her sapphire eyes willing her to understand, but the
weather witch was far too horney to care about such
trivial details.

“I know,” she murmured
pushing her supple body into his back , he groaned trying not to think of how
many different ways that body could be pushed into his front, how many
different positions they could achieve together…..

“That is what makes it
so Dangerous. Don’t you like a bit of risk Dr. McCoy? I thought all X Men liked
to feel their heart race.”

“Ro please,” He
whimpered weakly his logic fading rapidly from his mind. ~ God I love when she calls me Dr. McCoy~ As
he mused, he did not notice the goddess falling to her knees before him, the
shock of her mouth around him threw all cognitive
thought out of his head. She was his mate and he was her Beast.

A small gasp escaped
from her lush lips as he threw her from him roughly to the floor. He climbed on
top of her body as if a tiger advancing on its kill, fiercely claiming her
mouth with his, roughly tearing off her flimsy clothing. Ororo groaned as his
strong hands caressed her breasts, squeezing them, easing them into his hungry
lips. Her moans became loader as he bit on one of her dusky nipples, flicking
his tongue over its peak. This was the Hank McCoy she longed for, the one whom
she thought of from darkness to daybreak, causing her to become wet and aching
far to aroused to sleep. He was so savage, she had to
admit although she seemed to be an incredibly strong and independent she could
not help but love a little bit of male dominance.

“Dr.
McCoy! “ She hissed as she felt the Beast rip off her panties and nuzzle
his face into her hot pussy , expertly his fat tongue found her tender clit. He
clamped his mouth on it and began to suck causing the Weather witch’s voice to
explode in shrill shriek.

“Oh
Goddess Yes!” A Small sound of
terror was heard from the doorway. Both Ororo and Hank looked in horror seeing
young Jamie gapeing at them a petrified look painted
on his face.

“Is he hurting you Ms.
Monroe, cause if he is I can help you. “ The small boy punched his hands
together, causing two other Jamies to erupt from him.

“Don’t be ridiculous
my boy, why would I want to Hurt Ms. Monroe,” The blue man questioned pulling
on his Speedo.” I was merely giving her a checkup.”

The boy nodded at the
reasonable excuse, regrouping. After a moment of contemplation he asked.

“But then why was she
screaming? “ Hank handed Ororo his robe and she put it on quickly, she turned
to Jamie after buttoning it up.

“Come on lets go get
an ice cream sweetie.” Jamie smiled at the thought of being able to have ice
cream with Ms. Monroe. He took her hand and they left the room to get said ice
cream.

Dr. Hank McCoy ran his
fingers through his mussed up hair and once again turned to his supplies.

~ Now
where should I put my test tube rack? ~