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chptr5b: The End!!
A/N Thank you kindly for the warm support of
my lovely rrs the ever sensual SF and MagnasXXN! =)
I didn't think of the other xmen until you mentioned it
Magnas. Thanks for the reminder, hopefully this will
explain it. :)
Chapter 5b
~*~
Storm proceeded to shower Remy with kisses--along his face, neck, throat, lips...all the while, her hands roamed his chest, tugging at the buttons of the Xmen designer shirt. Unable to get the buttons to cooperate, Ororo gave up and ripped the shirt open, sending buttons and Xmen Epithets scattering in all directions.
Wherever her mouth wasn’t, her hands were. Claiming. Seizing. Remys head tilted back, his mouth open in a beastly howl.
Her lips trailed downward, under his chin to the neck as he left one hand tangled in her hair and let his other fall to her shoulder, massaging small circles on her slender neck. He felt her lips on his skin, her small pink tongue darting out and skimming across the taut skin of his muscular chest. He gasped suddenly, shuddering delightfully as her hands circled around him, lewdly cupping and grabbing his buttocks, her nails scrapping over the fabric. As her lips pressed a kiss to he dark nubs of his nipples, a strained groan echoed from inside his chest. She smiled at the reaction and parted her lips to draw in the dark brownish nipple.
Tremors shook from him as she stretched the nipple delightfully. The tip of her tongue flickered across the head of the nipple, lavishing attention and wetness to its erection. He sighed, as the gentle caress stirred swirling, pulsing life into his loins.
Her nimble fingers, slipped around his hip and rubbed sensuously across his groin, touching the sensitive crown of his clothed organ, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from his lips. “Mon amour....” he growled helplessly, his knees slightly buckling.
When her ministrations ceased, he opened his eyes and met her lustful blue orbes. An impish glint played over the misty sapphire of her eyes and a pleased smile once more crept back to her lips. She reached a hand up
to his face, tracing the contours lightly with her fingers, then buried them in his locks and pulled him slowly down towards her, dragging his mouth back to hers. She longed to taste him again and feel the broad
tongue sweep inside quivering as shivery little thrills tingled their way through her as she savored the first honest taste of a man against her and inside her. As he lost himself to her touch and her moist warmth.
It was her turn to smirk happily, joy spreading like wild fire in her veins that he was so much in love as she; until abruptly, Remy turned predator again, locking her arms behind her as he pushed her to the tiles once more.
His breathing is heavy, and his gaze never moves from her face, more intense and hunger seems to deepen its quiet strength. So much love and need between them, that neither of them knew they were being watched by friends and enemies alike.
***
*Are we late?*
Jean refused to meet her masters gaze, afraid of what she not only saw in him - but in herself.
*Yes, Charles,* she telepathed back, bitter with what they had done and what they both continued to do - regardless of the ethics they broke. The faults of their mission adding to her opposition and distrust. *How much do we trust the pages of Destinies diaries, to ignore what ever fate or The Powers That Be have brought them together again and again since Ororo and Remy met?*
Charles grimaced at his prodigies quandary, they mirrored his own often enough where The Thief and the Goddess were concerned. He had not been able to stop their love affair from alternating from the cannon-line specified in Destinys book. There were battles that needed to be fought and won, ultimately, only if Destinys precognition’s were allowed to pass. The Cajun charmer and The African Goddess, were not lovers in that universe - even if the Fates and it seemed like the Gods willed it to be.
*But that will not stop the outcome, will it?* Jean sighed, noting Charles shaking his head in response. *Give them tonight, then Professor. Before we both mind-wipe them clean of the ultimate joy and peace, let them have tonight at least to know true love.*
*Please?*
***
Hours pass. The bathing chamber echoes loudly with the song of lovers immortae.
The Master theif and xman pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength and the heavy shaft of flesh speared deeply into his Stormy like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting waves of moist hot flesh before it, until at once his pelvis smacked against hers making both shudder and gasp loudly. They collided again till she felt the surges at the base of his manhood, throb and spur her own melting fire to race with his.
“Storrmmmyy!” he yelled out, arching his back as he continued to pump through her own volcanic spasams and desperate cries.
He falls against her, breathing hard, riding the last wave of passion each has to give. Their hands everywhere, giving and taking in unison.
They are but a few inches apart, his breath on her neck and throat causing ripples of desire to flood through her body. The juncture at which their bodies are joined, his seed spilling into her womb, thrilling her completely. Never had she made love like this before - it was as if life itself had imparted the secret to joy within their deeply pulsating bodies.
Feeling safe she put her head on his chest, listening to the steady sure rhythm of his heart. His warm hands eased the tension from her back and made her contentedly sigh. The sensation bringing a strange disquiet in her.. A memory touches her mind, of many times before this first one, of her and Remy entangled in erotic swoon - puzzling and impossible and yet somehow true. Suddenly, it skittles away into the darkness of her spell bound existence. She tenses briefly, her mind searching for the intangible. Remys arms tighten, responding to her apprehension.
“Ma chere, Stormy,” he finally uttered through parched lips, trying to see her face through the haze of exhaustion that was overcoming him. “Are you all right?”
Stormy blushed, so ashamed that she could imagine anything could destroy what they now had. She tried to bury herself in his shoulder, shaking her head. He was not so convinced, and gently lifted her head up, waiting until their eyes locked fast. He wanted no doubt to enter her mind again of just how much he adored and worshipped her.
"I will love you me whole life; you an’ no ot’er."
Her heart burst and tears threatened to roll, so instead of trusting her voice - she let the kiss speak for itself. With heartbreaking tenderness, spoken of yearning and fidelity she offered her mouth to his own. There was a moments hesitation, and then his arms entwined her and his mouth accepted hers willingly and completely.
Remy broke the spell binding kiss first, breathless and intoxicated. "Is dat a yes then?"
"Was there any doubt?!" Her eyes sparkled, playfully swatting his arm. “Besides, my love - we have an entire lifetime to live this moment over and over.”
Remy fought to keep the grin from the corners of his mouth. She was hot in his embrace, her body, soft and molding along his. Again, wanting. "Well... um, perhaps I need ta hear de reply again," He said huskily, gulping loudly as her fingers tangled in his hair dragging his mouth back to hers in a possessive kiss that made him pray for the absence of dawn.
And knowing yet, it would come.
***
Xmansion
Rogue felt the bitter sting of the hand of fate enough times to know when it had touched her again.
Destiny had been her *mother* and guide for many years before her death. Rogue had been Marie then. Times were different. She had been innocent of that which Destiny had known.
Until now.
A single yellowing page floated down from Rogues finger tips, on it marked symbols and text not seen by anyone else but Destiny and herself.
It had been torn from the book Charles had found years ago. Using Gambits knowledge, she had acquired the final page in how this saga would end between her and the love of her life.
She shouldn't of bothered. Right now, Charles and jean were taking care of that. The page fluttered into the hearth of the fireplace, the flames taking hold quite quickly. Feasting well.
The most beautiful dark goddess rising from an ocean, her lover awaiting her on a distant shore. In spite of different shadows appearing around them, clawing them back from the other, The lovers hand remains held out, calling her to him with a Ruby jewel that is a symbol of her heart given to him in days gone by.
Just before the parchment is taken beneath the surface and lost forever - The ancient writing starts to bleed, drunk with flame making all else illegable except for five small words written between them....
“Love shall never be erased.”
Rogue turns sadly away from the fire as it consumes Remys guilt and her own. The words taunting her from dying embers as night devours her tears.
"Ahm sorry, Momma," Marie confesses quietly, praying Destiny will understand. "But it alredy is."
The End.
my lovely rrs the ever sensual SF and MagnasXXN! =)
I didn't think of the other xmen until you mentioned it
Magnas. Thanks for the reminder, hopefully this will
explain it. :)
Chapter 5b
~*~
Storm proceeded to shower Remy with kisses--along his face, neck, throat, lips...all the while, her hands roamed his chest, tugging at the buttons of the Xmen designer shirt. Unable to get the buttons to cooperate, Ororo gave up and ripped the shirt open, sending buttons and Xmen Epithets scattering in all directions.
Wherever her mouth wasn’t, her hands were. Claiming. Seizing. Remys head tilted back, his mouth open in a beastly howl.
Her lips trailed downward, under his chin to the neck as he left one hand tangled in her hair and let his other fall to her shoulder, massaging small circles on her slender neck. He felt her lips on his skin, her small pink tongue darting out and skimming across the taut skin of his muscular chest. He gasped suddenly, shuddering delightfully as her hands circled around him, lewdly cupping and grabbing his buttocks, her nails scrapping over the fabric. As her lips pressed a kiss to he dark nubs of his nipples, a strained groan echoed from inside his chest. She smiled at the reaction and parted her lips to draw in the dark brownish nipple.
Tremors shook from him as she stretched the nipple delightfully. The tip of her tongue flickered across the head of the nipple, lavishing attention and wetness to its erection. He sighed, as the gentle caress stirred swirling, pulsing life into his loins.
Her nimble fingers, slipped around his hip and rubbed sensuously across his groin, touching the sensitive crown of his clothed organ, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from his lips. “Mon amour....” he growled helplessly, his knees slightly buckling.
When her ministrations ceased, he opened his eyes and met her lustful blue orbes. An impish glint played over the misty sapphire of her eyes and a pleased smile once more crept back to her lips. She reached a hand up
to his face, tracing the contours lightly with her fingers, then buried them in his locks and pulled him slowly down towards her, dragging his mouth back to hers. She longed to taste him again and feel the broad
tongue sweep inside quivering as shivery little thrills tingled their way through her as she savored the first honest taste of a man against her and inside her. As he lost himself to her touch and her moist warmth.
It was her turn to smirk happily, joy spreading like wild fire in her veins that he was so much in love as she; until abruptly, Remy turned predator again, locking her arms behind her as he pushed her to the tiles once more.
His breathing is heavy, and his gaze never moves from her face, more intense and hunger seems to deepen its quiet strength. So much love and need between them, that neither of them knew they were being watched by friends and enemies alike.
***
*Are we late?*
Jean refused to meet her masters gaze, afraid of what she not only saw in him - but in herself.
*Yes, Charles,* she telepathed back, bitter with what they had done and what they both continued to do - regardless of the ethics they broke. The faults of their mission adding to her opposition and distrust. *How much do we trust the pages of Destinies diaries, to ignore what ever fate or The Powers That Be have brought them together again and again since Ororo and Remy met?*
Charles grimaced at his prodigies quandary, they mirrored his own often enough where The Thief and the Goddess were concerned. He had not been able to stop their love affair from alternating from the cannon-line specified in Destinys book. There were battles that needed to be fought and won, ultimately, only if Destinys precognition’s were allowed to pass. The Cajun charmer and The African Goddess, were not lovers in that universe - even if the Fates and it seemed like the Gods willed it to be.
*But that will not stop the outcome, will it?* Jean sighed, noting Charles shaking his head in response. *Give them tonight, then Professor. Before we both mind-wipe them clean of the ultimate joy and peace, let them have tonight at least to know true love.*
*Please?*
***
Hours pass. The bathing chamber echoes loudly with the song of lovers immortae.
The Master theif and xman pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength and the heavy shaft of flesh speared deeply into his Stormy like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting waves of moist hot flesh before it, until at once his pelvis smacked against hers making both shudder and gasp loudly. They collided again till she felt the surges at the base of his manhood, throb and spur her own melting fire to race with his.
“Storrmmmyy!” he yelled out, arching his back as he continued to pump through her own volcanic spasams and desperate cries.
He falls against her, breathing hard, riding the last wave of passion each has to give. Their hands everywhere, giving and taking in unison.
They are but a few inches apart, his breath on her neck and throat causing ripples of desire to flood through her body. The juncture at which their bodies are joined, his seed spilling into her womb, thrilling her completely. Never had she made love like this before - it was as if life itself had imparted the secret to joy within their deeply pulsating bodies.
Feeling safe she put her head on his chest, listening to the steady sure rhythm of his heart. His warm hands eased the tension from her back and made her contentedly sigh. The sensation bringing a strange disquiet in her.. A memory touches her mind, of many times before this first one, of her and Remy entangled in erotic swoon - puzzling and impossible and yet somehow true. Suddenly, it skittles away into the darkness of her spell bound existence. She tenses briefly, her mind searching for the intangible. Remys arms tighten, responding to her apprehension.
“Ma chere, Stormy,” he finally uttered through parched lips, trying to see her face through the haze of exhaustion that was overcoming him. “Are you all right?”
Stormy blushed, so ashamed that she could imagine anything could destroy what they now had. She tried to bury herself in his shoulder, shaking her head. He was not so convinced, and gently lifted her head up, waiting until their eyes locked fast. He wanted no doubt to enter her mind again of just how much he adored and worshipped her.
"I will love you me whole life; you an’ no ot’er."
Her heart burst and tears threatened to roll, so instead of trusting her voice - she let the kiss speak for itself. With heartbreaking tenderness, spoken of yearning and fidelity she offered her mouth to his own. There was a moments hesitation, and then his arms entwined her and his mouth accepted hers willingly and completely.
Remy broke the spell binding kiss first, breathless and intoxicated. "Is dat a yes then?"
"Was there any doubt?!" Her eyes sparkled, playfully swatting his arm. “Besides, my love - we have an entire lifetime to live this moment over and over.”
Remy fought to keep the grin from the corners of his mouth. She was hot in his embrace, her body, soft and molding along his. Again, wanting. "Well... um, perhaps I need ta hear de reply again," He said huskily, gulping loudly as her fingers tangled in his hair dragging his mouth back to hers in a possessive kiss that made him pray for the absence of dawn.
And knowing yet, it would come.
***
Xmansion
Rogue felt the bitter sting of the hand of fate enough times to know when it had touched her again.
Destiny had been her *mother* and guide for many years before her death. Rogue had been Marie then. Times were different. She had been innocent of that which Destiny had known.
Until now.
A single yellowing page floated down from Rogues finger tips, on it marked symbols and text not seen by anyone else but Destiny and herself.
It had been torn from the book Charles had found years ago. Using Gambits knowledge, she had acquired the final page in how this saga would end between her and the love of her life.
She shouldn't of bothered. Right now, Charles and jean were taking care of that. The page fluttered into the hearth of the fireplace, the flames taking hold quite quickly. Feasting well.
The most beautiful dark goddess rising from an ocean, her lover awaiting her on a distant shore. In spite of different shadows appearing around them, clawing them back from the other, The lovers hand remains held out, calling her to him with a Ruby jewel that is a symbol of her heart given to him in days gone by.
Just before the parchment is taken beneath the surface and lost forever - The ancient writing starts to bleed, drunk with flame making all else illegable except for five small words written between them....
“Love shall never be erased.”
Rogue turns sadly away from the fire as it consumes Remys guilt and her own. The words taunting her from dying embers as night devours her tears.
"Ahm sorry, Momma," Marie confesses quietly, praying Destiny will understand. "But it alredy is."
The End.