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Hot Flashes
Hot Flashes
By: Pink Plude
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or any of its characters or merchandise. I am not making any money off of this fanfiction; it is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Warning: S-E-X! POV, OC
I met him in a bar one night. His name was Remy LeBeau, or at least that's what he told me. Now that I look back on it, I think he only told me so that I could scream his name out. He knew that he would get me into bed within the next twenty minutes, especially since the bar had upstairs rooms for nightly use at eighty dollars a night. He didn't seem to mind shelling out the cash.
I should have noticed something different about him, but I thought he was just your regular man. I didn't know at the time that he was a mutant. Even if I had, I wouldn't regret what I did. But, he could have at least said goodbye to me before leaving the next morning.
Anyway, back to my rambling. I couldn't control myself when I was near him. I don't know exactly what it was, but I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I had never acted so wanton toward a man before. He just chuckled and made a few comments about it, but they weren't snide or mean. In fact, now that I look back on it, he knew exactly what to say. Either way, I felt as though I were on fire.
When we were up in the room, he wasted no time getting us undressed. The moment that our naked flesh touched was a moment of pure ecstasy. I had never known that just being held close could give me such pleasure. When he kissed me, I swear I saw fireworks. But, I doubt he did. He was probably used to having this affect on women.
When we were on the bed, me atop him, sliding down on him, my wetness making him moan as it enclosed his cock within. He thrust up into me, and I moved against him easily, though almost wildly. I loved the feeling of him inside of me and I had the feeling that he liked the feeling of BEING inside of me.
As I rode him, he slid his hands all over me; I distinctly remember his warm hands knowing exactly where to touch. My abs, my breasts. He drew me closer to him so that he could kiss me again, then nipped down my neck and then up again so that he could get at my ear. My ears are very sensitive and I cannot begin to tell you how much I liked that.
After a while, he flipped us over so that he was on top of me and began to pound me into the mattress with his thrusts. I cried out his name, moaning loudly and embracing him. I made certain that he was as close to me as possible for as long as possible. Unfortunately, it ended soon after that. He came inside of me, not bothering to pull out first and I really didn't care, because I was in the middle of coming as well.
In retrospect, I'm very surprised that bed held up to all of that. But, that isn't important. I know I'll never see Remy again, most likely, but I won't ever forget him. I don't know whether or not I love him, I don't even know if one night having sex can even constitute love. More like lust. I don't think that I knew him long enough to love him. Unless you believe in the love at first sight thing. Which, I'm not sure I do.
There wasn't much pillow talk, but there was some. He told me a little bit about himself, but I'm sure he was omitting a lot of things. It was then that he told me he was a mutant. I think he expected me to shriek and jump out of the bed and run down the hall naked. But, of course, that is not what I did. I stayed there and talked to him a little more, telling him a little about myself as well. Omitting a few things, myself. Things that didn't belong in the conversation. Things he wouldn't want to know. I stayed awake for a little while, but soon I fell asleep, a warm calm coming over me as if saying that everything would be all right and that I was safe right then.
But, when I woke up the next morning I was alone. He'd left sometime during the night, I don't even know if he'd slept at all. He probably didn't. He probably just waited until I fell asleep. Either way, though, he was gracious enough not to just get up and leave the moment we were finished. He stayed and talked for a little while and waited while I fell asleep. Don't get me wrong, it was still a one-night-stand, but it wasn't horrible. I do find myself missing him every once in a while, thinking about him every now and again.
Especially when I look at the baby...
By: Pink Plude
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or any of its characters or merchandise. I am not making any money off of this fanfiction; it is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Warning: S-E-X! POV, OC
I met him in a bar one night. His name was Remy LeBeau, or at least that's what he told me. Now that I look back on it, I think he only told me so that I could scream his name out. He knew that he would get me into bed within the next twenty minutes, especially since the bar had upstairs rooms for nightly use at eighty dollars a night. He didn't seem to mind shelling out the cash.
I should have noticed something different about him, but I thought he was just your regular man. I didn't know at the time that he was a mutant. Even if I had, I wouldn't regret what I did. But, he could have at least said goodbye to me before leaving the next morning.
Anyway, back to my rambling. I couldn't control myself when I was near him. I don't know exactly what it was, but I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I had never acted so wanton toward a man before. He just chuckled and made a few comments about it, but they weren't snide or mean. In fact, now that I look back on it, he knew exactly what to say. Either way, I felt as though I were on fire.
When we were up in the room, he wasted no time getting us undressed. The moment that our naked flesh touched was a moment of pure ecstasy. I had never known that just being held close could give me such pleasure. When he kissed me, I swear I saw fireworks. But, I doubt he did. He was probably used to having this affect on women.
When we were on the bed, me atop him, sliding down on him, my wetness making him moan as it enclosed his cock within. He thrust up into me, and I moved against him easily, though almost wildly. I loved the feeling of him inside of me and I had the feeling that he liked the feeling of BEING inside of me.
As I rode him, he slid his hands all over me; I distinctly remember his warm hands knowing exactly where to touch. My abs, my breasts. He drew me closer to him so that he could kiss me again, then nipped down my neck and then up again so that he could get at my ear. My ears are very sensitive and I cannot begin to tell you how much I liked that.
After a while, he flipped us over so that he was on top of me and began to pound me into the mattress with his thrusts. I cried out his name, moaning loudly and embracing him. I made certain that he was as close to me as possible for as long as possible. Unfortunately, it ended soon after that. He came inside of me, not bothering to pull out first and I really didn't care, because I was in the middle of coming as well.
In retrospect, I'm very surprised that bed held up to all of that. But, that isn't important. I know I'll never see Remy again, most likely, but I won't ever forget him. I don't know whether or not I love him, I don't even know if one night having sex can even constitute love. More like lust. I don't think that I knew him long enough to love him. Unless you believe in the love at first sight thing. Which, I'm not sure I do.
There wasn't much pillow talk, but there was some. He told me a little bit about himself, but I'm sure he was omitting a lot of things. It was then that he told me he was a mutant. I think he expected me to shriek and jump out of the bed and run down the hall naked. But, of course, that is not what I did. I stayed there and talked to him a little more, telling him a little about myself as well. Omitting a few things, myself. Things that didn't belong in the conversation. Things he wouldn't want to know. I stayed awake for a little while, but soon I fell asleep, a warm calm coming over me as if saying that everything would be all right and that I was safe right then.
But, when I woke up the next morning I was alone. He'd left sometime during the night, I don't even know if he'd slept at all. He probably didn't. He probably just waited until I fell asleep. Either way, though, he was gracious enough not to just get up and leave the moment we were finished. He stayed and talked for a little while and waited while I fell asleep. Don't get me wrong, it was still a one-night-stand, but it wasn't horrible. I do find myself missing him every once in a while, thinking about him every now and again.
Especially when I look at the baby...