Cold

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel characters. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Don't like me doing things to them....tough, don't read.

Annie hadn’t expected to see Bobby at the Robin. She hadn’t expected to go herself either. But she’d dressed up, gone into town and got as afar as the waitress before she'd chickened out. She couldn’t bear to sit with Lorna and help her celebrate her last night of freedom before she married the man Annie loved. Pculacularly when almost everyone at the table knew she loved him. When Bobby invited her to join him she’d been suspicious. Bobby didn’t like her. Of course, she didn’t like him much either but she’d joined him as a person who could understand her pain.

Then they’d argued. Annie supposed it was inevitable, she didn’t like mutants, or jerks, and he was both. She’d called him a racist and made what she thought was a pretty good exit. Bobby had run after her and surprised her. He begged her for understanding. As rude as he’d been in the past, he'd seemed genuinely upset that she’d think he was some kind of bigot. He’d held onto her arms and told her how unhappy he was. He was profoundly unhappy and she understood. He was alone and his life was changing, and he wanted things to be the way they were when he had love, and he had a body made completely of living tissue. He confessed to her that he understood why Lorna didn’t love him. Kissing was about warmth and he was cold.

“I just want someone…” Then he’d kissed her. He’d pulled her forward and kissed her hard with cool lips. At first Annie had just stood there, unresponsive, then instinct took over. She was a nurse, she gave comfort to those in pain and now she had the opportunity to take some comfort of her own. She kissed him back. Bobby’s lips warmed slightly beneath hers, and he pushed her back against her car. She felt the door and window, but mostly she felt his icy chest. His shirt covered him, but the thin material of his shirt and her brief top weren’t enough to insulate her. Her nipples hardened and she wasn’t certain if it was from the temperature, or her arousal.

Bobby was a good kisser. Annie felt as if she were being devoured by his hungry lips. It had been so long since anyone had wanted to be close to her; wanted to touch her or kiss her. Now she was wrapped in Bobby’s arms and he was pressed against her so tightly that she could feel the hard ridge of his erection through his jeans and her skirt.

“Bobby-” she began, breaking the kiss. “We’re on the street.” It was dark now, but she’d parked underneath a streetlight. Bobby didn’t look around, but reached up a hand behind them and froze the light, shattering the bulb. He he reached around her to the car door turned the key that was already in the lock. All four doors unlocked automatically and he pocketed her keys, never lifting his mouth from hers. He moved her sideways and opened the back door to her sedan. He placed a hand on the back of her head and bent down, leaning over her. Annie fell backwards and landed on her carseat. She felt the seatbelt dig into her elbow but ignored it as Bobby came down on top of her. He pushed her along the vinyl seats and rested his knee between her legs, edging her skirt up.

Bobby entered the backseat and kicked the cardoor, forcing it out to the limit of it's joint and causing it to bounce back and slam behind them. The small amount of light that was coming in from outside became duller as he took a moment to glance up and look at the windows. They were immediately coated in a thick layer of frost. Annie felt his cool breath on her neck. He kissed her throat and the tops of her breasts. Her fingers moved to his hair and she held him close. He was trying to keep his chest from touching her. She moved her fingers under his shirt and he stiffened, lifting his head and looking down at her through his shades. She couldn't see his expression but she felt the weight of it.

"I'll-I'll take you home, Annie." He said, pushing himself off her and squeezing himself into the driver's seat.

"Bobby, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting up and fixing her skirt and top, automatically. But she felt she knew. "You don't want me." She whispered the words and lay back on the seat, looking at the ceiling of her car. He loved Lorna. Everyone loved that scalpel-wielding, green-haired hussy.

"It's not that," he replied from the front seat, turning the key and starting her ignition. He turned the defroster on high, and with the warm weather it didn't take long to clear the windshield enough to see. He turned and looked at her. "You're just not a backseat girl." He pulled out of the parking lot and Annie climbed into the passenger seat beside him. His hand rested on his thigh. Tentatively, Annie reached over and squeezed it, gently.

The gates to the mansion appeared in the sedan's headlights. They opened when Bobby pressed the button attached to Annie's rearview mirror. He parked the car in the garage and came around to open her door for her. They walked silently through the house, pointedly avoiding the room from which the sounds of raucous laughter were pouring. She bent her head down, not wanting to meet the gaze of anyone who might come out into the hallway, especially Alex. Bobby walked her to her room and she opened the door, preparing to walk inside.

"Goodnight, Bobby," she said quietly.

"Annie?" His voice was soft and betrayed his nervousness. She looked up at him and he stepped close, running the knuckles of one hand over her cheek. "Will you stay with me tonight?" She nodded; he took her hand in his and led her down the hall and up the stairs to his room. She'd alredy told Carter that she was going to be out late and he'd promised to go to bed when his friends did. They reached Bobby's door and he opened it, pulling her inside behind him. He didn't bother with the lights. He shurt the door and pressed her against it, His mouth was on her again, wet and hungry. She responded with a frustrated cry and plastered herself against him.

"Bobby," she pulled away briefly, looking up at him. "Are you sure you want me?" He took one of her wrists in his hand and brought it down to the front of his fly. His erection was straining against the worn fabric of his jeans.

"I want you, Annie. You're the only woman I trust, and I want to be close to you tonight." He grabbed a knee in each hand and pulled up, pushing her skirt up to her hips in the process. Annie was glad that all X-men were in such good shape. Bobby wasn't the biggest, but he was thickly muscled and very solid. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her again. She removed his purple shades and tossed them onto a nearby dresser. She wasn't a telepath, but she could feel him trying to beat back his pain. Hers was there too, and they clawed desperately at clothing in order to get closer.

Bobby let his jeans fall to the floor along with Annie's jacket and top. Her legs remained around his hips and he was too impatient to remove her panties. He pushed them to one side and slid into her. She was wet and very tight. She sucked air in through her teeth at the slight discomfort of invasion. Bobby didn't stop and she didn't want him to. Her breasts were cold from being pressed against his shirt-covered chest but she still felt warm. His skin was heating up, and his mouth was hot now against her neck.

Annie's body felt good against him. Bobby gripped her buttocks and began thrusting up into her. She was small and fit, but she was soft, unlike the muscular Lorna. She also knew about his chest turning to ice and didn't seem to care. She was holding him tightly, in her arms and in her body, a welcome embrace. He wasn't alone. She was with him, driving away the pain with her beautiful body and strong spirit. He'd thrown his feelings out to her, raw and bloody, and she'd not only accepted them, but had welcomed his cold body into her. He wanted nothing more than to come inside her forever. Or at least for the next couple of days until the wedding was over and all of the guests were gone.

Bobby was whispering into her ear now. Annie listened to his moans and gasps that punctuated his words. "So beautiful, need you, want you so much." He was pounding harder now and she found herself beginning to peak very quickly. "Come for me, Annie." His lips pressed against her ear. "Come for me now." And she did. She didn't know if it was because of his urging or her frustration and piled up need, but she came with a laughing, sobbing cry. Her muscles contracted around him and she felt his fingernails dig into her buttocks.

Bobby heard her call out and clamp down on him. The rush of power pushed him over the edge. He came with a gutteral shout of his own. He had made it happen for her. He had brought her to orgasm and it was his name that he heard on her lips when she collapsed weakly against him. He rocked against her slowly, waiting for his climax to ebb away slowly. He stepped carefully out of his jeans and put her on the floor. She walked unsteadily to the bathroom. When she emerged a few mintues later she was a still walkinga little funny. He met her halfway and kissed her lips before lifting her into his arms again. He set her down on the bed and stripped off the rest of her clothes. He pulled the covers up over both of them. He began to doze off on his back with Annie's arm draped across his stomach. She held him close and he watched as her warm breath puffed across his chest, causing little frosty puffs to rise up into the air. It was kinda cool, if you didn't mind factfact that you were no longer completely made of flesh.

Bobby's drowsiness abated sligtly when he felt Annie's hand drift own his abdomen to stroke his lower belly absently. He opened one eye and peered down his chest to where her head rested on his shoulder. Her eyes were open and she was staring over him at his window. They both saw the flash of a couple of sets of headlights moving up the driveway. Their gazes met in the near-darkness and they both smiled. Bobby picked up a remote control from his bedside table and turned on his stereo. With a little music just loud enough to muffle household noises, Annie made her move.

Bobby's body responded quickly to the touch of the gentle nurse. She closed her hand around his penis and began to stroke up and down its length. He tucked his hands behind his head and felt himself begin to swell in her grasp. She ducked under the covers and her hot mouth closing on him pleasantly surprised him. He loved to get head. He was a guy. All thoughts except for those about Annie vanished from his mind. She moved up to straddle his hips with her smooth legs. The moonlight that came through the window gave her skin a pearly sheen to it. Bobby moved his hands to her hips and squeezed gently as she lowered herself down onto him. He took one of her full breasts in his hand. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and pinched it playfully.

Annie laughed throatily. It was a laugh that only Bobby would ellicit from her. He grasped her little waist as she began to ride him. He pulled her down until he could get his mouth on her breasts. He sucked and licked at her nipples, tasting the soft sweetness of her flesh.

"Want me to make you come this time Bobby?" She was whispering, she obviously wasn't used to talking dirty. Annie bridged the gap between shy and brazen. She would trust him with this side of her. No one could see it but him. She needed him to bring it out and he needed her. He needed someone to admire and appreciate. And there was so much to appreciate about Annie. He gripped her tiny waist and moved his hips up to meet her. She was beautiful, and sexy while remaining wholesome and sweet. With Carter and her patients, she was gentle and nurturing. Motherhood gave her that. But when Lorna had attacked her, from what he'd heard, she'd shown real backbone. She was only missing one thing and he was giving her that right now.

Annie moved up and down Bobby's shaft with increasing pace. She felt a bead of sweat roll down her spine. When it touched Bobby's finger where he held her, it hardened into a tiny bead of ice. He was exhibiting iron control over himself. She clenched her internal muscles when she moved up, as if to pull him with her. He moaned, not wanting to be quiet. She was going to make him pop like a champagne cork if she didn't stop what she was doing. She was making tiny gasps of her own that just made things worse for him. He gritted his teeth and held her tightly, thrusting up into her harder. She squeezed her legs around his hips and ground herself down onto him.

Annie pulled Bobby's hands from her waist and pinned them up beside his head. They both knew she couldn't hold him still if he really wanted to move, but he enjoyed the feeling of her 'restraining' him while she took her pleasure from his body. Her movements became more frantic and she threw her head back, arching her body as she did it. She quivered around him, the feeling of her tiny spasms around his throbbing erection made him glad he'd already come once. Now he could hold back till she was done and when she released his hands, he flipped her onto her back without losing her. Careful to keep his bare chest from touching her, he began to move his hips fast and rough. He supported his weight on his hands and she clutched his buttocks, pulling him deeper inside her.

Bobby kissed Annie deeply when he climaxed, needing to feel the strongest possible connection to her. They slept the rest of the night peacefully, not talking, but touching. He wasn't as warm as she was, but he wasn't quite so cold anymore.