Disclaimer. Don’t own the X-Men. This story takes place approximately six week after Ororo’s side. The Strangest Love Story Ever Told, by stormfreak His Side I can’t believe I’m doing this. After all this time, I still can’t believe I’m fucking Ororo Munroe. Okay, let me lay it all out. Let me be a real man. I’m not fucking Ororo. That’s too harsh, too brutal. I could fuck a hooker, and it would be less complicated than this. I can say this, I can say this -  okay. I’ll say it! I’m in love with Ororo Munroe. Shit’s unreal. She thinks that I first saw her was at the train station. She’s wrong. I saw her once before in a club on the lower East Side. She was with some other people; people I didn‘t recognize. Just laughing and shaking her ass. In fact, that’s what she was dancing to. "Shake ya ass! Watch yaself!" The chick was poetry in motion. The way she moved her hips and shook her hair mesmerized the hell out of me. So when Magneto told me to go after some X-Punks named Cyclops and Storm, you best believe that I was shocked to see that the go-go dancer was one of them. She kicked my ass that day. Blew me dead into the train schedule. Ain’t that a bitch? I think what attracted me to her was her lack of fear. After the Statue of Liberty disaster, we ran into each other in another club. She looked at me with no fear in those incredible blue eyes of hers - rather, it was a look of disdain. I remember her rolling her eyes and walking away from me. That pissed me off! I mean, shouldn’t she have jumped or something? She could’ve at least pretended to be scared! Oh, wait - she did kick my ass. Twice. Guess I wouldn’t be too afraid either. ‘Ro likes to joke that I stalked her. I’ll deny it to my grave, but I really did. The first thing I did was find out where the X-Dweebs resided. After that, I was able to watch her leave the school. I noticed that she went to boring places, like the library or the plant nursery or the coffee shop. Places she could be alone. At a flower shop, I overheard her the botanist that she adored baby’s breath. (The plant, dumb ass!) And don’t ask me why, but I bought, like, 200 dollars worth of that shit just to sprinkle it on and inside her car while she was at the mall one day. Wouldn’t you know it - I wasn’t ten minutes out of the parking lot when she maneuvered her little ass car right in front of my SUV, blocking my way. Talk about gutsy! She stepped out of the bright red Camaro, dressed in this clingy midriff and faded blue jeans and these sexy ass sandals. Her fingers and toes were as red as her car. God, I mean she was fierce. Fuckin’ hot. She strutted right up to me (I had jumped out of my car by then) and stated: "I am so sick of you following me wherever I go! Either ask me out or leave me the hell alone!" Didn’t I tell ya the chick had balls? Confidence, too. I wanted to say something to wipe that smug grin off her mug, but I didn’t. I had just put tiny flowers on her car - how hard could I be right then? So I figured I‘d offend her and chalk it up to a loss. "How about a night at the Ritz-Carlton? You can show me what kind of woman you are." I challenged, just as smart as her. I even licked my lips and winked at her. I didn’t think she’d accept. I really, really didn’t. She was supposed to be offended - supposed to slap me or something like that. Instead, she cocked her eyebrow and sneered, "You wouldn’t be able to handle me, Pussy Cat." Well, shit! What was I supposed to do? Back down? That first night was…wild. I didn’t think old Ororo Munroe had it in her. And to be honest, I don’t know what drove her to meet me in a suite at the Ritz for what I thought would be a one-night stand. Through the grapevine, and later by her own confession, I learned that Ororo didn’t date much. Apparently, men didn’t find her attractive. Hey, their loss for sure. All I know was when I opened the door to the suite and she walked inside and dropped that long coat to reveal what was underneath, I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. The girl’s got body for days - shit, weeks. And she smelled so damned good! - sandalwood mixed with pure lust. She couldn’t have come in a better package if I had bought her for the night. Too bad Ororo wanted to live a straight life - she would’ve made a fabulous hooker. No, seriously. Combine her looks with her…uh…skills and you’ve got a prime moneymaker. If a stone cold pimp bet a grand that no woman could make him cum before he wanted, I’d put my life savings that Ororo could make him spew in under five minutes. That’s a sure bet, I’m telling you. So what the hell went wrong? When did she and I go from raw dog fucking to this making love shit? It had to been when I realized that I loved her. Don’t go asking me how I came to that conclusion. I think it had to do with a mission that the X-Twits went on, off in Malaysia way back in April. We had this stupid fight over god-knows-what and we had split up for about a month or so. Well, Ororo got hurt pretty badly. I didn’t know what was going on. I couldn’t call her, and I damn sure couldn’t go to the school and ask what was wrong. I would’ve been shot on sight. What made me feel bad was that I had told her I loved her beforehand. Just to stroke her ego, you know? (Don’t be fooled into thinking she doesn’t have one – she wouldn’t have been fucking me if she didn’t.) Afterward, I wasn’t too sure if I felt that strongly. But when I saw her walk through the door to Marietta’s  a month later, slightly banged up but otherwise beautiful, I knew I had to have her. I’m staring at her right now, naked and sweaty beside me. She’s breathing as heavily as I am, her eyes locked with mine. Compared to the way she was climbing the walls just minutes earlier, she now seems as serene as Mother Teresa. You‘d never think she had the ability to deep throat so well, considering the way she‘s flashing me that innocent, wide-eyed smile. I lean down to wipe a few drops of cum from her cheek, then kiss her tenderly. She’s made me so happy tonight. Happier, even, than what I’ve told her. Happier than what I’m willing to admit, even to myself. "So?" "Yes?" God, I love her accent. "So when are you leaving the X-Jerks?" "Why on earth would I leave the X-Men?" she questions. "Well shit, Ro. I left Magneto and the Brotherhood; least you can do is leave the X-Pussies." Ororo rolls her eyes and props herself up on one elbow. I can see in her eyes that she’s pissed. She hates it when I talk about the X-Dorks. But I have too. I mean, we have a kid coming in March, and her little teammates don’t even know we’re together. "And what, pray tell, is wrong with our child becoming an X-Man? What on earth do you have against us anyway, Victor?" "If I started telling you now, we’d be talkin’ til Christmas." "I’m going home tonight," she suddenly announces, taking her naked form out of my bed. Damn, just to watch this woman walk is making me hard as hell. "Ro…" I jump out of bed as well and cross the room until I’m standing in front of her. "Don’t go, baby. Not tonight. You don’t hardly spend the night with me anymore." Shit, I sound like a whining ass pussy. "Victor, I have to be home at nights. It’s suspicious enough that I go out so many weekends." For some reason, I get the impression that she didn’t have a life until I came along. "Exactly how long are you gonna keep me your little secret - your fucking sex toy?" I demand. I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel sick of all this sneaking around shit. I mean, she‘s a grown-ass woman. What are they gonna do, ground her? "Oh, Victor." Ororo sighs and wraps her arms around my waist. God, she has the softest skin in the world, and she smells so good – she has my scent all over her and I love it…"Dear heart, I have no intentions of keeping you a secret. I am not ashamed of you one bit. I guess I just don’t know how to bring it up to the rest of my teammates. I mean, do I just announce during lunch, ‘Rejoice, for I am having Sabretooth’s baby!’ and wait for the chaos?" "I denounced the Brotherhood two months ago, Ro." "That doesn’t make you a friend of the X-Men, Victor." She’s right. Again. It irks me, and she knows it. She kisses my forehead like a little boy, but for some reason, it makes me feel better. "I promise I will bring it up when the time is right, Vic," she promises, squeezing my waist. "Believe me, I have no intention of giving you up for them. I made that mistake once, a long time ago. I have no intention of doing it again." And Ororo kisses me again, brushing her fingertips lightly across my balls. She’s got me, by God. I pick her up and carry her back to the bed, eager to enter her. By the end of the night, my love will be taking a cab back to Xavier’s School for Douche Bags. But for now, Ororo’s with me, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip and riding me in the moonlight like an award-winning bronco buster. And I love her for it. I truly do. How scary. END