One Single Ice Cube
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female › Remy/Ororo
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,835
Reviews:
7
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
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Chapter 3
"You didn't answer my question, Gambit," Storm reminded him, never taking her eyes off Remy, with the precision she was renown for in the Xmen, Ororo commanded his undivided attention, while parting his muscular thighs with one slender, convincing hand, and sliding herself between them. "It is a simple question."
From his position, Remys knuckles turned white clutching the edge of the bath like a desperate man. The question she posed, was rhetorical - a distraction from the fact one slender hand remained on his taut masculine thigh; trailing a blazing path upward, as much as her other hand lowered with Gambits glasses in purchase.
He was becoming anxious and his body was giving that away. A groan slipped past his parted lips as her hand brushed across his crotch. His member stiffened against the slick fabric longing to be freed.
His body trembled as her fingers *walked* over the thick pulsing ridge of manhood, pausing melodramatically at the juncture where his pants and tight spandex coat met. Then audaciously, her fingers slipped inside, skimming the quivering muscles, her nails gently raking the hot flush of skin at his belly. The sounds of their labored breathing surrounded them as he waited anxiously for what she was surely about to do. The tension in the air swelled but neither wanted to purge the sweltering vehicle of it.
“Stormy --”
Even as he ground out her name, he knew it was of no use.
The Dominatrix in her, rudely bunched the fabric in her fist, as she continued to pull the shirt up, exposing the hard muscles beneath. She was caught up in the game, and she knew it. It was a powerful aphrodisiac. Just the presence of his eyes on her, unable to move and under her command, was enough. Even ecstasy didn’t give her the thrill like this did.
He rasped loudly, eyes closing tightly as her nails raked over an erect nipple. Ignoring it, Storm busied herself at the pointless fanfare of cleaning the glasses with his shirt, like getting a peak and feel of his rock hard abs had nothing whatsoever to do with anything.
“Steamy, don’ y’think?,” she murmured sweetly, imitating his throaty Creole accent perfectly, gently placing the glasses back on his face, smoothing them with care.
The soft purr of satisfaction, snapped his gaze back to her face, a small note of triumph dancing at the corners of her mouth. Damn it. He was not going down so easily. Time to turn the tables, boy’o.
She made a move to step back, only to have her progress halted by a strong, insistent hand gripping her wrists inside his own.
"I don’ tink dat statement, chere," The Cajun growled, ripping the shades off his face and tossing them across the room where they exploded with a dull thud. “--is half anywhere near as steamy as it gonna get.”
Her eyes burned white, the atmosphere suddenly becoming heavy; almost cloying. Before he had a chance to move, the liquid ice in the poltice from across the room, shimmered in a perfect arch to her awaiting hands and solidified into a helix shank of ice.
Remys body tightened for battle. She was gonna stake him like a vampire? Oh, no sister - she’d already skewered him enough.
In one swift move, Remys strong legs clenched around her, flipping her onto her back on the tiles, both hands pinning her hands above her head. For a long moment, they stayed like that. He; hovering above her nakedness, thighs either side of her hips, inches from touching the other. She; lost in his eyes her body unconsciously arching up from the cool marble tiles beneath her. His face flushed with excitement and he longed to run his hands over every inch of her body. He would not allow himself to do so, but to pay her back in kind.
He braced himself on both hands, either side of the squirming goddess below him, and using his mutancy, he warmed the tiles to the heat and comfort of the bath she had just been unceremoniously dragged from.
Without breaking eye contact, reaching with one hand, he plucked the stake of ice from her clenched fist, watching with interest as her eyes returned to normal, to that extraordinary allure of enthusiasm at the possibility of conquest.
Tenacious women needed confident and dynamic men to compliment each other. In this, they suited each other.
A wicked smile, she dared not fully comprehend spread to meet his eyes - glinting like hard jewels. His mind and body, buzzing with the deliciousness of it all.
She had used heat, without the full extent of physical touch to break him.
He would use the sensation of cold on hot flesh to seek her ultimate demise.
And he would do it, of that he had no doubt, at her imploring behest.
End Three.
"You didn't answer my question, Gambit," Storm reminded him, never taking her eyes off Remy, with the precision she was renown for in the Xmen, Ororo commanded his undivided attention, while parting his muscular thighs with one slender, convincing hand, and sliding herself between them. "It is a simple question."
From his position, Remys knuckles turned white clutching the edge of the bath like a desperate man. The question she posed, was rhetorical - a distraction from the fact one slender hand remained on his taut masculine thigh; trailing a blazing path upward, as much as her other hand lowered with Gambits glasses in purchase.
He was becoming anxious and his body was giving that away. A groan slipped past his parted lips as her hand brushed across his crotch. His member stiffened against the slick fabric longing to be freed.
His body trembled as her fingers *walked* over the thick pulsing ridge of manhood, pausing melodramatically at the juncture where his pants and tight spandex coat met. Then audaciously, her fingers slipped inside, skimming the quivering muscles, her nails gently raking the hot flush of skin at his belly. The sounds of their labored breathing surrounded them as he waited anxiously for what she was surely about to do. The tension in the air swelled but neither wanted to purge the sweltering vehicle of it.
“Stormy --”
Even as he ground out her name, he knew it was of no use.
The Dominatrix in her, rudely bunched the fabric in her fist, as she continued to pull the shirt up, exposing the hard muscles beneath. She was caught up in the game, and she knew it. It was a powerful aphrodisiac. Just the presence of his eyes on her, unable to move and under her command, was enough. Even ecstasy didn’t give her the thrill like this did.
He rasped loudly, eyes closing tightly as her nails raked over an erect nipple. Ignoring it, Storm busied herself at the pointless fanfare of cleaning the glasses with his shirt, like getting a peak and feel of his rock hard abs had nothing whatsoever to do with anything.
“Steamy, don’ y’think?,” she murmured sweetly, imitating his throaty Creole accent perfectly, gently placing the glasses back on his face, smoothing them with care.
The soft purr of satisfaction, snapped his gaze back to her face, a small note of triumph dancing at the corners of her mouth. Damn it. He was not going down so easily. Time to turn the tables, boy’o.
She made a move to step back, only to have her progress halted by a strong, insistent hand gripping her wrists inside his own.
"I don’ tink dat statement, chere," The Cajun growled, ripping the shades off his face and tossing them across the room where they exploded with a dull thud. “--is half anywhere near as steamy as it gonna get.”
Her eyes burned white, the atmosphere suddenly becoming heavy; almost cloying. Before he had a chance to move, the liquid ice in the poltice from across the room, shimmered in a perfect arch to her awaiting hands and solidified into a helix shank of ice.
Remys body tightened for battle. She was gonna stake him like a vampire? Oh, no sister - she’d already skewered him enough.
In one swift move, Remys strong legs clenched around her, flipping her onto her back on the tiles, both hands pinning her hands above her head. For a long moment, they stayed like that. He; hovering above her nakedness, thighs either side of her hips, inches from touching the other. She; lost in his eyes her body unconsciously arching up from the cool marble tiles beneath her. His face flushed with excitement and he longed to run his hands over every inch of her body. He would not allow himself to do so, but to pay her back in kind.
He braced himself on both hands, either side of the squirming goddess below him, and using his mutancy, he warmed the tiles to the heat and comfort of the bath she had just been unceremoniously dragged from.
Without breaking eye contact, reaching with one hand, he plucked the stake of ice from her clenched fist, watching with interest as her eyes returned to normal, to that extraordinary allure of enthusiasm at the possibility of conquest.
Tenacious women needed confident and dynamic men to compliment each other. In this, they suited each other.
A wicked smile, she dared not fully comprehend spread to meet his eyes - glinting like hard jewels. His mind and body, buzzing with the deliciousness of it all.
She had used heat, without the full extent of physical touch to break him.
He would use the sensation of cold on hot flesh to seek her ultimate demise.
And he would do it, of that he had no doubt, at her imploring behest.
End Three.