Behaving Badly

Note: Let this fic be a warning to all of those who go swimming without a buddy! You never know what's going to be in the water.


Ororo Munroe was watering some of her plants when she caught sight of some movement at the edge of the mansion's lawn. Squinting her eyes, she focused on a moving shape that wove through the trees in the dark. She smiled to herself and summoned a gentle breeze that lifted her out of her window and over the trees. She knew where the person she'd seen was headed. She’d seen him on several occasions. Tonight, however, she would beat him to his destination. She’d been wearing her nightgown, but she dropped it to the ground when she spotted the small, clear pool that glittered in the moonlight. Hearing the leaves rustling just beyond her sight, she lengthened her body and dove, headfirst into the water.


The humid air had been uncomfortable; the chill of the water was a welcome relief. Ororo arched her back and rose to the surface. She gave a small kick and shot her body through the water, reclining on her back and enjoying the feel of her wet hair fanning out around her. She brought her arms above her head and swept them down, pulling her naked body through the pool. She knew her breasts were visible above the surface. The moonlight was nearly as bright as day. She moved her arms in a circle and pulled herself backward in a somersault. She touched the shallow, pebbled bottom with her hands and stretched her legs up into the air. When she ran out of air, she flipped herself over and stood up. She tilted her head slightly, listening. There was a distinct silence around her. The crickets had stopped chirping off to the left, the area where he would be standing.

He was watching, Ororo could feel his gaze. The water only reached mid-thigh and she faced the cluster of bushes where she suspected he was. She ran her hands over her head and twisted her hair, wringing it out languidly and knotting it on top of her head. She imagined that she could feel his hunger for her. She’d caught him looking at her with longing, during exercises and around the mansion. She liked being single, and didn’t want a romantic partner right now, but she wasn’t above the sensual thrill of being watched.


Ororo walked to the edge of the pool and raised her arms; she summoned a breeze to lift her out. Her bare feet touched the earth; then she walked lightly to where her nightgown lay on a bush. She shook out the thin, white cotton garment and slipped it over her head. She knew that the fabric would be transparent against her wet, dark skin. Rather than fly back to her greenhouse, she chose to walk. Her bare feet made little sound on the hard-packed trail that led from the house to the pool. When she stepped into the woods, she saw him. He wore only a pair of shorts, and had slung a towel over his broad shoulders. His mouth was slightly open and he was standing with his back against a tree trunk.


“The water’s fine, Hank.” She said, walking past him. He nodded wordlessly. She was close enough for him to reach out. But he wouldn't. Hank McCoy would never reach out and touch her. She could prance naked in front of him and he still wouldn't reach out. It was part of the thrill. She retained her calm expression until she was out of sight, then she grinned with excitement. That should give him some interesting dreams for a while. She thought to herself. Then she allowed the wind to carry her back to her attic window. She thought about her decision to let him see her. He would never make a move, she knew that, but a small part of her liked the idea of being untouchable.