Ease Me

Ease Me
By Mystic Dancer
None of the original characters of Marvel belong to me. I do not write about them to make money or receive fame. I just really enjoy writing with these two characters. They just are so steamy together. Don't you agree. Now other characters in this story do belong to me. I'm still writing The Forbidden Desire, too, but what's wrong with taking a time out from one story to start another every now and then, huh? Well, please Read and Review. All opinions are welcome good or bad. Thanks again for your time and read. Please enjoy.

Chapter 1: Escape
She had no desire to come into the club,but her friends insisted that she forget that loser of a boyfriend she had and come and release with them. She was tried and stressed and all she really wanted to do was stay home, take a shower, put on some sweats and hide under her satin sheets. Today was not a good day.
After working she decided to stop at the store and grab something for her man. His birthday wasn't for another three days, but she planned on surprising him early. Little did she know she'd be the one getting the surprise.
After arriving at Shawn's apartment she got the sudden feeling that she needed to turn back. She normally never came to anyone's home unannounced, but she quickly shook the thought away. What was there to be scared of. It wasn't like he was going to be home. He had told her he wouldn't be in for another three hours.
'I'll be working late on Friday, baby'
She remembered him telling her.
After she had placed her SUV into park she reached over to grab the small bag of food she had purchased. Taking a glance out of her passenger side window she suddenly froze. A wave of panic stroke her. Parked right next to her, she realized was Shawn's truck.
Guess he got home on time
She decided that she would still go along with her plans of cooking for him and later watching a movie.
She walked up the three flights of stairs and walked down the long hallway of Mills Graves Luxury Apartment Buildings until she was face to face with door number 373. After a quick debate of knocking or to just walk in she finally decided to grab the knob and open the door. To her delight, Shawn had left it unlocked. As soon as her black high heels sank into the thick cream carpet Ororo shouted," Baby! I'm here!"
She closed the door behind her and started to turn to her left, which turned into Shawn's massive dinning room. Sitting the groceries down on his long glass table she walked back into the living room and started to make her way down the hall.
"Shawn! Baby, I'm here." She called again.
She still got no verbal reply, but the sudden ruffling sounds she heard straight ahead let her know someone was actually there.
She continued to walk down the long hallway and then made a turn closer to his bedroom.
"Shawn were you sleep...ing." Ororo's last word faded almost as soon as it developed when she caught on to a certain smell. It was a smell she hadn't smelt in some time, but she could place it like it was her favorite perfume. It was the scent of sex.
With quick alarm Ororo rushed to his door and even before she turned the knob the sound of not one voice but two could be heard. She knew what was up before her eyes even focused on the naked blonde who was on top of Shawn's lap moving up and down, her over large breast bouncing excitedly with her.
"Awww Shawn! Yeah!" She cried with pleasure not even aware that Ororo was starring at them both her eyes wide, her mouth totally open.
Another second went by of Ororo watching Shawn's closed tight eyes as his hands kept Blondie balanced on his dick. The dick that was going in and out of her pussy. The dick that he had promised her could wait as long as forever until Ororo was ready for him to give it to her.
Finally Ororo snapped back into the world, realizing the scene in front of her was reality.
" YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as the rage now pushed through her shock.
The girl and Shawn both stopped what they were doing and opened their eyes.
"Who are you!"
"Ororo..."
Both had spoke at the same time.
Ororo turned on her heels quickly and rushed to exit, but Shawn was already out of the bed, already ready to tell his story.
"Baby...Ororo...come back here!" He cried as he rushed to catch up with her, the blonde right behind him, covering her body with the black sheets from the bed they'd just sweated on from juicy fucking.
"Don't you touch!" Ororo swung around violently, pointing her finger directly into Shawn's face as he grabbed for her arm.
"My God, I'm sorry..I'm soo sorry, baby. I...I..didn't know what..."
Shawn didn't even get a chance to lie. Ororo had swung her hand back as far as she could and then she let it land back-handed onto his cheek. The blow sent Shawn backward and the squeal from the other woman was priceless.
"Who is she?" She called out as she put her hands on Shawn's shoulders, hiding behind him.
Shawn shrugged her away as he held his now bruising cheek with his left hand.
"Don't touch me Ashley." He muttered out.
Ororo's eyebrows rose as she now knew the chick's name.
"I'm his ex girlfriend, bitch!" Ororo rolled her eyes and again started for the door, but she turned to Shawn's surprise.
He came again.
"Ro' baby...please can...can we talk about this?"
Ororo didn't even want to hear Shawn's pitiful voice. She came into the dining room for one thing. Her keys. She scooped them up from the glass table and ran her eyes quickly over the paper bag full of the food she had brought.
'What a waste!'
Shawn crept closer to her and once again reached for her.
"Didn't I tell you DON'T touch me!" Ororo spat at him as she turned and opened the door, walked out, and slammed it behind her.
She was so furious that she hadn't even noticed the tears falling down her face until she felt a droplet hit her swinging hand as she rushed to her car.
As she sped home, with her music loud as ever, she didn't hear her cell phone ringing. It wasn't until she pulled into her drive way and turned the car off that she heard the familiar buzzing sound. It was her phone's indication to her that someone had called. She didn't even bother to look at it as she gathered it up along with her purse and headed straight inside.
''Probably his ass calling me, wanting me back! God damn I'm such an idiot. I should've known there was no such thing as a man stopping his sexual drive all for love. I should've known that fool was cheating on me. Damn! Two years of wasted time. To think I thought I loved him! I actually was going to give myself to him.
She slammed her front door and paced around it for a few moments not knowing what to do. She couldn't believe she was calming down so quickly, with every single new breath.''
The phone in her hand suddenly vibrated and without checking to see who it was she clicked the button and screamed into the receiver.
"It is over! Don't you ever call me again."
"Damn! Ro' it's only me. What the hell is the matter with you?"
Ororo blinked for a moment. It wasn't Shawn at all, it was her best friend, Jean.
"I'm sorry...sorry..." Ororo's lips quivered as she spoke and suddenly her legs were bending, lowering her body down onto the hard wood floors below.
"Are you okay? What's wrong."
Ororo didn't respond quick enough.
"RO! Answer me! Are you okay?!?"
" He cheated on me, Jay." Ororo mumbled.
"Huh?."
"I saw it....I saw...the whole thing." Ororo wasn't mad anymore, she was crushed and felt alone.

She only remembered getting up and going to bed. She didn't remember answering her door, letting in her loud mouthed posy of girlfriends, letting them clean her up and then pushing her into Jean's little ass sport's car. Now as she rode in the vehicle she was suddenly annoyed with all the rambling.
"Did you kick his ass?"
"Yeah! Did you kick him and the bitch's ass?"
Ororo heard Anita and Betrisha asking her.
She swayed her head almost like in a drunken state to Jean, who was driving the car. Jean momentarily turned to her as well. She gave Ororo her sympathy smile and blew her a quick kiss for reassurance.
"Ladies come on, now. You know Ororo doesn't want to talk about this. Let's just...."
"I slapped him." Ororo suddenly interrupted Jean," I slapped the fuck out of him." Ororo giggled a little with her last words. She replayed her swinging her arm back and letting Shawn have it five times until she could feel herself smiling again. Now she was feeling better.
Anita and Betrisha burst into laughter and cheered, giving her props.
"That's my girl!"
'Hell yeeeahhhh!" Anita's squeaky voice sprang out.
"Girl, if you want us to finish him off for you we can." Jean's soft, mature voice cut into the conversation.
Betrisha looked at Jean and rolled her eyes," You know you don't fight, chicka!"
Jean frowned at Betrisha trying to hint out that she was weak. With a swing of her red mane Jean quickly stuck her tongue out at Betrisha.
Anita and Ororo laughed.
" She does have a point, Jay. When have you actually ever been in a fight?" Anita asked right before she blew her double-bubble gum.
Betrisha frowned at the over large pink balloon and reached over and popped it with her too long manicured blue nails.
"Hey!" Anita squealed.
The women all made it to the club around eight. None of them had to work the next day and it was lady's night. The prefect time of the week to let loss, enjoy the music, the drinks, and cheer your friend up from a horrible discovery.
Jean pulled into the first parking spot she saw open and parked.
She turned to look Ororo over.
"Baby...we want you to go in there and have a good time. Please don't worry about a damn thing to night. Don't think about work, Shawn..."
"Or your virgin ass puss!" Betrisha cackled out.
Ororo couldn't deny that as soon as the base pumped into her ears and massaged at her insides she was in the mood. She closed her eyes and grinned. Slowly her hips rocked back and forth to 'Sean Paul's,' Shake That Thing'. Her arms came up and combed at her pure white straight traces of hair.
" Girl, I told you you needed to escape."
Ororo didn't even look toward Betrisha, instead she grinned wider.
" Ororo, lets get a table." Anita called.
Ororo opened her eyes and finally calmed down enough to walk up the metal stair with her group to find a table. She glanced around the large sized room that was called Escape. Club Escape was definitely named correctly. It had a wonderful way of letting you get away from all of your problems; your life outside of the double doors that led back to the parking lot, the real deal.
Tonight there was a lot of people, even for a Friday. The music was loud and bumping like always and Ororo grinned as she looked down the staircase to all the moving happy people. Some of them dancing with others, some of them drinking and talking, others were at the bar in far corner on the first level, liking the view of the atmosphere.
As Sean Paul's, 'Shake That Thing' faded away another great body moving song blasted in. The D. J. was a good one tonight, Ororo thought as she slowly continued up the stairs. A couple of men were descending as their eyes locked on her body they smiled at her approvingly and spoke before they continued down. Ororo felt herself blushing with the attention. She knew she was pretty, but it still felt good to be acknowledged by others. Her friends had picked out a solid black halter top that fitted tightly around her. It squeezed her breast together and showed off her nice rounded chest. To go with the top they also picked out a black mini black skirt that flared out in three layers way above mid thigh. Ororo knew if she bent over her ass cheeks would be greeting the world, she was even sure some guys had already got a good look at everything underneath the sun as she walked up the stairs. She wore a simple black Victoria Secret's thong, but part of her wondered even why she did that. Her high open toe heels were hot pink and the cords wrapped around her lower leg and when the neon lights of the club flashed it set her shoes off, divinely. Anita begged to do her hair and despite Ororo's cry to be left alone and hide Anita had managed to give her lovely white locks some curls, straight down, nothing to fancy. Ororo had to agree the natural wide look did well with her oval shaped face. She felt sexy as she hurried to join her friends at an empty table and she was thankful that she actually did have a few people that cared for her just as she was. She loved them all like sisters, but she still had secrets, secrets that even Jean didn't know.
When she had entered the Escape, he didn't know what to think at first. She had cleared his mind of whatever it was he was thinking about, completely. He tried to turn back to his drink, but something continued to draw him in and so he turned his head once more. He studied the way she gave her body a quick jolt to the music and even watched her long shapely brown legs flex as she walked up the stairs to the above level tables.
She was gorgeous. He noticed her smile and suddenly he wanted to know what her full lips would taste like if he got the chance to lick them, when he took the chance to. After two months of going to the club to waste nothing but time, Logan had found something that had made him stare, made him stare longer then he would've ever thought he could.
There were other pretty women inside as well. There always was, but this one, this one woman was different. He didn't know why but he was drawn to her and he was going to see if he could pull her in just as deeply as he already was. Of course, he took his time. He saw the other guys making glances at her. Anyone with white hair would make you stare, but someone that looked good with it was going to keep you gulking. He continued to act carefree and he ordered another beer. If she came back down to the floor he knew would then approach her, but for now he continued to enjoy his drink. That was his escape for the evening.