Heat

Neither man appeared surprised by Magma's fiery transformation. Pyro merely picked her up and sat her on his lap, keeping her off the seat. The scent of burning fiber rose as his clothes slowly started to scorch. He was immune to the heat, but he couldn't completely protect what he was wearing.

St. John chuckled. "No need for that, luv. Not yet, anyway." Shocked that it had no effect on him, Amara tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was a lot stronger than she.

Gambit smirked from the driver's seat. "You best turn down de flames, petit. Don't be undressin' him before you got privacy, non?"

Amara realized that holes were burning through Pyro's clothes and hurriedly reverted to her normal form. She went to turn on her communicator, but the man holding her tugged it off and tossed it into the front seat with a depressing ease. Seeing the futility of trying to escape at this point, she relaxed against him quietly, her mind racing.

"You had this planned the whole time, didn't you?" His silence was enough to confirm her guess. "Why? Why kidnap me, of all people?"

Pyro cupped her chin gently, turning her head to face him. "It wasn't about kidnappin'. I thought you were hot--pardon the pun--and wanted ta get closer to ya. Didn't think you'd go for it if you knew who I was." He kissed her gently--she was too surprised to resist. "And yeah, I got Magneto to go along with a plan ta get ya ta join our side, but it was an excuse ta be with ya." He kissed her again, lingering longer this time. "So don't be too hard on me."

Amara looked into his eyes, seeing the truth in them. Then she gave in to her own desires and kissed him passionately. His arms went around her as they made out.

Gambit just rolled his eyes and continued driving.

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Amara had lost track of how long they'd been in the car when it came to a final stop and the ignition cut off. Then Gambit was opening her door and helping her out, handing her back over to Pyro when he got out as well. They were in a large hangar-cum-garage, similar to the one at the mansion, if smaller and with less variety. The two men lead her into the main headquarters through a heavy door Gambit unlocked with a code Amara couldn't see.

When they came to a fork in the hallway, Gambit took the left hall, smirking as he muttered "Bon nuit." Pyro pulled Amara the other direction, past several doors before opening the one to his bedroom.

As he closed and locked the door behind them, she looked around, surprised. His room had a couple of bookshelves stuffed with books of all kinds, and a desk covered in notebooks. A wastebasket overflowed with crumpled pieces of paper, some of which were scorched. The bed was rather sloppily made, and the closet stood open to show his normal uniform and flamethrower.

St. John pulled her back against him, running his hands up from her waist to squeeze her breasts. He nibbled gently on her neck until she relaxed against him. And nearly tensed up again--she could feel his hardness against her back through his pants. It was getting hard to remember he was supposed to be a bad guy. Amara was too used to thinking of him as a cute guy who was actually interested in her. In fact, during the date, she'd started thinking about him as a boyfriend, though she knew he likely didn't see himself that way yet.

So she didn't resist when he turned her around and kissed her, his hands roving over her body. She didn't notice exactly what those hands were doing until he picked her up and tossed her to land bouncing on the bed clad only in her underwear. Her other clothes and bra lay on the floor behind him.