Heat

Amara woke early due to the new sensation of a warm body in bed next to hers. It was a cozy feeling, but too different for her to go back to sleep. Then she noticed St. John's cock, hard and warm between her thighs. She started to pull away so she could get a little more sleep, but his arm around her waist tightened, pinning her against his body.

"Not tryin' ta run away now, are ya?" he murmured quietly. "Bit late for that, luv."

She glanced over her shoulder at him. His eyes were still closed. "No, I was just moving. I, um... I don't regret what we did," she told him, knowing as she said it that it was true.

His eyes opened at that, and a grin spread over his face. One hand moved upwards to fondle her breasts. "That so? Does that mean ya wanna do it again?"

Amara wriggled free and turned around to face him, blushing. "I... I think... I'd like to."

Chuckling at her shyness even now, St. John shoved back the covers and got out of bed, pulling her with him. "C'mon, then. I been wantin' ta try this since I saw ya." He picked her up, guiding her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "Do your lil flame thing."

She stared at him. "Go into magma form? While we have sex?"

He nodded. "Go on, then. Ya can't hurt me with it, and I'll keep ya from touchin' anything else."

She eyed him skeptically for a moment. It seemed to be true that her mutant power couldn't harm him, as all she'd accomplished in the car was to singe his clothes a bit. So she activated her magma form. St. John smirked at the glowing girl in his arms and slid her down onto his cock, groaning at the wonderful heat surrounding him.

Amara gasped. He felt cool compared to her fiery skin, and it was a pleasant sensation. He began to move, holding her as he thrust in and out of her tightness. She gripped his shoulders, moaning with pleasure. "Oh... oh yes..."

He grinned at the passion in her voice and quickened the pace a bit. "Yeah, ya like this, don't ya?" His hands slid down to grip her ass.

Her legs tightened their grip on him. "Ah... yes... yesss..."

Pyro pounded away at Magma. "Got ya addicted already? Are you my lil whore now?" he teased.

She cried out as her muscles contracted around him. "Yes," she panted, ready to agree to anything. "Oh yes..."

Her hot juices flowed down his cock, which proved too much for him. He let out a grunt as he released inside her, their combined fluids dripping to the floor. He held her a few moments longer as she bucked with her own orgasm, her flaming hair tossing, then pulled her off and lowered her to her feet. She changed back to normal as she hit the floor.

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A short while later, the two of them headed into the common area to get breakfast. Gambit was already seated at the table and smirked as they entered. "T'ought you'd still be asleep. Kept me awake long enough last night wit de moanin' an' groanin'," he commented.

Amara flushed but shot back, "Jealous?"

Pyro chuckled, giving her a squeeze. "That's my girl."

Gambit raised an eyebrow. "She ain't fightin' you off anymore, homme. Dat mean she's ready to join de team?"

They both looked to her. She swallowed nervously. "I... I'm not sure yet. But I won't try to get away." She was worried they'd lock her up if they thought that.

St. John kissed her forehead. "Good enough for now. I'll convince ya soon enough."