Disclaimer: the following
is a work of fiction, its characters are the sole property of Marvel Comics,
INC. I will receive no financial payments of any sort from this work.
And with that out the way
let me apologize for backtracking and not going with the continuity of Marvel's
series, but this particular tale takes place s soon after Gambit's
"trial" following the Morlock's massacre and Rogue's abandoning him
in Antarctica. Now Gambit has escaped and is back amongst the X-Men. Rogue
fan's beware cause you may not like this...but don't hate me. This is my first
attempt at fan-fic so please be gentle !!
RAGIN'
WINDS by Faux
Remy LeBeau pulled a long
drag from the rolled cigarette he held between his lips, his gaze trained on
the peaceful scenery below him. A peace that had so far failed to permeate the
restlessness that rolled inside him. Still, from his perch on the slanted roof
of Xavier Institute of Higher Learning he at least could have a sense of
isolation. Strange as it seemed, tonight he hadn't felt the urge to go bar hopping.
Didn't want to find some warm and willing but unknown female companion to share
his bed with tonight. He hadn't wanted that in a while. Since she'd left,
Gambit had been very wary of women all together.
Damn him...but he thought
he'd loved the woman. He let out a low bitter laugh. When she'd abandoned him
to die in the hostile frozen region of Antarctica, she had sufficiently killed
that love. How could he love a woman who couldn't see beyond his past to see
him as the man he now was? Admittedly, he hadn't told her....he hadn’t told any
of them, but dammit...no one knew any more of her past either. Who knew what
skeletons lay in her closet? She just dismissed him without consideration.
Convicted him without the benefit of the doubt and attempted to execute him.
But Remy was strong. He
found a way out of that hellhole with some unexpected help from a stranger.
Florida had been a distraction for a while...not to mention a welcome change
from the icy hellhole from which he'd escaped. It had served to thaw his body,
but it couldn't thaw his heart.
That was why he came back.
To the place he called home in his heart, not New Orleans but back to the
mansion...back to the X-Men. Oh, he'd expected to have to face Rogue
again...but she had left. The others had asked her to leave because of her
vigilante actions against him. She had left with Joseph, a man who's past was
quite possibly even worse than his own if he was indeed the man whose strong
resemblance he bore. That had been the final dagger, but somehow the struggle
he'd faced in Antarctica had strengthened Remy. He found that he no longer
cared about her the same way.
It had been tough with the
others for a while. He had betrayed them all, he knew but somehow he found the
courage to brave them all even Wolverine. Even Storm.
Still Scott hadn't forgiven
him completely, he thought with a shrug....and Marrow, well, she would take
some time after all what he did had been a direct hit...but that all waited be
sorted out. They all seemed to accept that it was the Marauders and not Remy,
himself who had actually shed the blood of the Morlocks. It had been three
weeks since his return and things were going a lot better than he had expected.
Still that didn't stop him from regretting his involvement in their deaths. If
only he had a chance to do things over again.
After the last draw from
the burning cigarette, he tossed it at his feet, crushing its embers out with
the toe of his worn leather boots. His thoughts turned to Stormy. She had
forgiven him on sight...rushing out to greet him even before he stepped of his
Harley. Throwing her arms around him in welcome and walking by his side as she
led him into the house...almost daring anyone to harm her beloved friend.
Later, as they spoke after
that first awful confrontation with the others he told her how terribly sorry
he was. She just hushed him, telling him she knew how much he'd suffered and
that he would suffer no more. That she was there for him and that despite his
past and his involvement with the Marauder’s...she still trusted him with her
life.
That had been the moment
that changed his life completely and possibly the first time he saw Ororo for
the truly beautiful and wonderful woman she was. The Morlock people revered
Ororo and Remy knew the place they held in her heart. To have her tell him that
she still trusted and loved him was an unexpected but welcome gift. At that
moment, sitting inside her tower while she tended her flowers he stopped
looking at Ororo like she was his sister, as he had during the days when the
Nanny had transformed her into a child and she'd looked up at him like a role
model. The closeness he felt for her suddenly changed from that of a friendship
to something even greater than that which he'd ever felt for Rogue.
At the moment when he
realized that he hadn't been sure if his feelings stemmed from what happened
with Rogue or something that had been simmering there under the surface all
along. He didn't analyze it...he just rose silently from his perch on her
window sill, took the watering cans from her hand and kissed her like he'd
never kissed another woman in all his life.
She had hesitated at first-
uncertain of what to do, he realized. Then she made a surprised little groan and
kissed him back with a passion he never would have guessed lurked under her
cool exterior.
Even now, looking back Remy
groaned in remembrance of the way her tongue had caressed his. The hunger. The
need.
That was what had scared
him, the depth of need he felt coming from her. But now that he could sit back
and think about things, he realized that was exactly what he needed. To be
needed.
She had been far too
distant lately. As if she was frightened by him suddenly since that kiss which
she had abruptly broken off and then asked him in a quiet shaky voice to leave.
Now she barely said two words to him. Barely looked at him in the week since.
Like she wanted to forget it or ignore it.
That, Remy decided it had
been a kiss not to be ignored. He turned his head, the wind lifting his longish
auburn hair about his handsome face as he gazed toward Storm's tower
...wondering if she was asleep. It was three a.m. Chances are, she was. But
when did that ever stop Remy LeBeau. Before his supposed "trial" he'd
often visited her in the middle of the night...even slept in her bed, falling
asleep after they had their marathon chatting sessions in the dark. Sure he had
noticed that she was a strikingly beautiful woman...no man could ignore that
but for some reason he had dubbed her as off limits in the physical sense. She
certainly had never tried to allude that she was interested. Perhaps, he'd been
to full of his amorous feelings towards Rogue to even notice, he realized
ruefully. Well, now he noticed everything about her. He no longer intended to
spend his nights, nursing a bottle of bourbon or smoking just to keep busy. No,
he had the intention of getting his ass off this roof and slipping into her
window, just like he used to. Only this time he had no intention to spend the
whole night talking. It was getting a bit too windy out anyway.
Ororo tossed fitfully in
her queen sized brass bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she thought of him.
Remy.
She saw his darkly handsome
face every time she closed her eyes. His mystifying black and red eyes...his
rakish long reddish hair, his mischievous grin...lips so sensuous...oohh and so
soft.
Her brown hand clutched the
soft pillow under her head...as she remembered the way his mouth had felt on
hers. How gently he kissed her, nibbling at her like she was a delectable
dessert...then dipping his tongue inside her mouth and lapping up every single
inch like it was the sweetest taste he'd ever tasted. A soft moan escaped her
lips as she rolled over again.
ENOUGH ! her mind screamed,
as her eyes sprang open and she sat up in bed, throwing the comforter off her
heated skin. This had to stop. She'd dreamed of him in the past and tossed it
away as just a silly dream of a woman who had been alone and abstinate for far
too long...but now she was wide awake and her body practically screamed for his
touch.
"Oh, Goddess...Why is
this happening?" she whispered in the moonlit darkness.
"Remy, ben askin'
hisself dat same question, chere?"
Ororo jumped at the
unexpected voice...she hadn't even heard him come in. She two had once been a
practiced thief, had learned everything from his hands...studied him. Yet
somehow he had managed to slip into her room unnoticed. Then again just like
Wolverine liked to say he was the best at what he did...the Cajun was the best
at what he did too.
She spotted him immediately
in the shadows just beyond her open window, his black and red eyes practically
glowing in the dark. A lazy grin was on his face when he stepped from the
shadows toward her. The moved with the same cat-like grace she'd always admired
in his tall lithe frame to the edge of her bed. She was frozen.
His black gaze flicked down
her uncovered body and she could practically feel the heat from his pagan eyes
as they rested on her naked breast. He had seen her nude before....she was not
the least bit shy about her body and often bathed in her own personal rain
shower in plain view for anyone to see. But tonight his gaze was different.
Tonight he was different, as was she.
"Ah, Stormy...somethin
be happin 'tween me and you. I can't take dis no more. Dis achin' I ben feelin'
." he whispered in his seductive Cajun lilt.
Ororo sighed, allowing her
sky blue eyes to touch his in the darkness. " I am uncertain about this,
Remy....but...I must admit that I too am feeling the same way."
"Ah, Chere" he
groaned, moving swiftly towards her his hand resting on her smooth mocha
colored cheek.
Instinctively, she rubbed
her cheek against his palm enjoying the warmth of his exposed fingers and the
soft leather of his half glove.
He traced his finger along
the smooth contours of her face...caressing her lovely high forehead, the
corners of her exotically shaped eyes, her upturned nose...the hallows of her
sculpted cheeks and finally the delicate bow shape of her full pouty mouth.
"Exquisite." he
whispered, his finger lingering on the supple, sensitive bottom lip.
Her tongue darted out in
temptation.
"Mon Deiu." he
groaned, as he bent and sought to taste her lips with his own.
Immediately her mouth
opened for him, and his tongue surged inside. Tasting, licking and sucking her
sweet mouth in delight.
His hands wound tightly in
her lustrous white hair as he kissed her with a fervor that surprised even him.
Her hands moved to his shoulders where they began a feverish exploration of his
body.
This was erotic. Kissing
her while she lay naked and he still fully dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. He
still had on his boots, he thought wildly.
Inside his jeans his
manhood sprang to life as her tongue stroked his while her hands slid under his
shirt, to meet his hot flesh.
He was pressing her down
against the soft pillows of her bed, his hands disengaging from the silken
strands of her hair to cup her beautiful full breasts.
She moaned into his mouth
as his naturally heated fingertips brushed her already hardened
nipples...arching into his touch in response.
His thumbs began circling
her sensitive peaks, as his lips planted lingering kisses down the length of
her throat. The curtains at the window billowed as the winds outside shifted
with every soft moan that escaped her parted lips.
"Oh, Remy."she
moaned, shivering slightly in response as his tongue slid across the area his
lips had just seared. Ororo had never in her life remembered a time when her
body had been so aroused, even before his mouth closed over her nipples she had
been impossibly wet.
Now as she felt the
stunning combination of his fiery mouth roaming her both her breasts in turn
along with the occasional harsh brush of his unshaven jaw and the slow kneading
pressure of his hands as he held the weight of both orbs against his mouth,
Ororo couldn't resist lifting her hips against his...her naked flesh meeting
his denim clad ones, feeling his pulsing erection even through the thick dark
blue cloth.
He groaned in response and
the sound prompted her to tug his shirt off his torso. Reluctantly he lifted
his mouth from her magnificent breasts, to shrug out of the suddenly offensive
shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. Eyes which shown with a silvery blue light
he'd never seen. For a moment he was breathless. He had never seen Storm so
beautiful as she was in the throes of desire, her skin practically glowed.
As for Storm, her patience
had run out as her gaze traveled down his leanly muscled almost hairless chest.
She did not resist the urge to trace the deep ridges made by his sweat
glistened abdominal muscles with her fingertips. He was beautiful, even with
the imperfections left from his many battle scars. Many of which, she'd stood
next to him in battle when he received them. There was a part of her own
mutated gene that left her skin free from any lasting scars.
She paused her hands and
looked back up into his gleaming eyes. The desire she saw staring back at her
took her breath away. Still she could not help but question if the desire was
for her, or for another.
As he leaned into her again
in attempt to kiss her again, she held up her hand against his pounding heart
to stop him.
"Wait.” she whispered.
He stopped his pursuit, a
slight frown marring his finely chiseled features. "What de matter,
Stormy?"
She swallowed, uncertain.
The last thing she wanted was to bring up another woman's name right now, but
then again she didn't want to be a substitute body for the same woman he had
loved for so long but never been able to touch the way he now touched her.
"What
about...R...Rogue?" she stammered.
To her surprise he didn't
flinch at the sound of her name, instead his hands landed on her bare shoulders
and his eyes burned into hers with an intensity she'd never seen from him.
"Dat 'oman 'ave
nuttin' ta do wit what b'tween us...you de only one dat Gambit want,
Stormy."
She wanted to believe him.
Desperately.
His voice deepened when he
spoke next, his eyes never leaving hers...not even to blink. "I don' deny
dat I had strong feelin's fo ...Rouge, but she was a distraction, chere'. Cuz,
Remy never befo' dream dat de Goddess could ever want dis ole' thief."
"Oh, Remy." she
sighed, but he touched her lips to silence her.
"Lemme finish,
dis...pe'tit." he said, with a heavy pause as his finger once again traced
the contours of her face ...his black eyes shimmering with emotion.
She nodded.
"Fo' a long time now,
Remy deny dis but I don wanna deny it no more." he told her, as he rhythmically
caressed her soft cheek. "I love you, 'Ro."
He watched as a tear slid
from her eye, falling on his fingertips. "Please chere', don' cry. Remy
don mean ta hurt you."
She shook her head, unable
to speak for a moment. Instead she turned her head into his fingers and
tenderly kissed his highly sensitive finger pads. The action caused his eyes to
flutter and a low moan of pleasure to escape his lips.
Then she leaned in to kiss
him, stopping just before her lips met his. "I love you too, Remy LeBeau."
They kissed each other
feverishly, hands seeking flesh...aroused bodies straining against each other
to consummate their bond of love.
It was Storm who pushed him
across her bed, lovingly kissing his bared chest and abdomen, her hair fanning
around them like a soft cloud.
It was her hands that
deftly undid his button...her fingers gliding down the hard proof of his need
as she unzipped his jeans.
He moved away from her to
strip off his remaining clothes and boots, allowing her the fleeting pleasure
of viewing his glorious body. The pure lust he saw in her beautiful features
when she stared at his arousal made him drop back on the bed and pull her back
atop him. The sight Ororo straddling him was astoundingly erotic and his freed
erection leapt in response.
Their tongues jousted
playfully, as his ripped off his gloves...the only article of clothing he had
left. As his tongue dipped in her mouth, his fingers slipped between her parted
thighs.
She was soaking wet, he
discovered delightfully as his fingers deftly caressed the swollen feminine
flesh, parting the way to reach the heated satiny texture within.
Ororo's breath came fast as
her mouth tore from his and her head arched back as she released moan after
moan as he fingers worked inside her.
Remy glided out of wet
passage, to seek the tiny supersensitive nub of flesh as her moans grew louder.
He watched through dilated pupils the way her head rolled from side to side in
rhythm with her hips as he stroked her clit.
He had to get inside her or
he would explode, he thought. She was so hot and ready she had soaked his
fingers. She gave a muffled cry of protest when his fingers left her.
His cock jerked as it found
the heated entrance on its own accord. The curtains whipped in a frenzy as she
unconsciously caused the winds outside to rise when his cock pushed into the
perimeter of her hot waiting passage.
Remy strained against
stabbing into her, a fine perspiration breaking out on his brow. She was so
tight, as if she hadn't been with a man in years. Oh, but she felt so good
...he thought, and he wasn't even all the way in yet.
"Please, Remy."
he heard her cry, brokenly.
It was then that he surged
up inside her, sliding deep up into her slippery silken heat which clutched him
instantly inside -where he knew he belonged.
Ororo looked down at the
man who filled her so completely with surprise on her face. She'd had no idea
how big and thick he was until he had thrust into her. Oh, but it didn't hurt.
Her surprise was at the sheer hot power of it. The rightness of it.
His eyes were shut tightly,
his mouth moving as if he were praying. His soft words spoken in broken and
husky French which she didn't completely understand.
A dam broke inside them
both as they began the age-old rhythm of giving and taking.
"Oh, yes...by the
Goddess... yes." she cried as he then began to slide out of her, only to
thrust deeply into her to the hilt. The combination sent her head flinging back
.
She had no idea he would be
this good...he'd flirted with so many women she used to wonder it he was all
talk and no action. She couldn't have been more wrong...as she felt him begin
to teasingly brush his cock against her swollen clit sending her pulse racing
erratically and the winds outside to a fervor pitch. Then when she thought she
could bear no more of that sweet torture, he pushed himself deep inside her
unbelievable wetness and began to buck wildly into her swearing vehementantly
when her hips met his head on.
"So damn good."
she moaned between breathless gasps.
She could feel the pressure
building up inside her, struggled to calm it but it was impossible. In the back
of her mind she heard the windows rattling with the force of the raging winds
and sudden pounding rain....but there was no stopping it for suddenly she felt
her entire body shudder and a blinding explosion rocket through her starting at
the juncture where her body joined with his.
"ORORO!" she
heard him call out at the moment she felt him pulsating inside her, his whole
body jerking with the force of his orgasm...she was still riding the crest of
her own when she felt the liquid hot spurt of his cum shoot inside her body.
Then they both fell in a
heap on her wildly disarrayed bed, panting and sweating as the raging storm outside
slowly began to calm along with the tremors in their bodies.
He reached over first and
began to sooth her wet strands of hair from her face. She opened her eyes and
stared into his in amazement.
His smile was surprisingly
shy and boyish.
Ororo brushed a tiny kiss
across that smile. "That was absolutely amazing, Remy." she told him.
He smiled again, then moved
to kiss her...just as a loud crash sounded behind them.
They both turned their
heads in shock, as her bedroom door fell to floor with a wild eyes Logan
standing there his adamantium claws gleaming in the moonlight.
Standing there with his
mouth wide open...and behind him were Scott, Jean and Hank, wearing equally
stunned looks.
Remy was the first to
react, shifting slightly to cover Storm's nakedness from their surprise
visitors.
"Is der a problem,
homme?" he asked, surprisingly calm.
Logan's face changed color
drastically as he realized his mistake.
He looked away from them,
completely mortified. "I uh...thought something was wrong with 'Ro...I
heard all the screamin...."he trailed off.
Jean, who was about as red
as Scott's quartz glasses he usually wore, spoke in a hushed tone. "I
warned you all. I told you they were....quite fine."
So, Ororo and Remy thought
at the same time...she had been touching their minds.
~Naughty girl.~ Ororo shot
at her with her mind.
~I'm sorry you two, but you
were sending out some pretty powerful thoughts~ she sent back.
"Geez, I thought
someone was getting killed." Scott muttered. "The walls were shaking
from that hurricane you caused." he said accusingly to Storm.
Ororo blushed. Gambit just
looked amused.
It was Hank who cleared his
throat. It was impossible to tell by looking at him if he was embarrassed due
to his dark blue fur covering his body, but knowing Beast....he was.
"I believe we have
made an unfortunate error in judgment and interrupted
a...ah...private...interlude." he stumbled over the words as he adjusted
his wire rim spectacles.
"Yeah...uh...sorry."
Logan mumbled gruffly, as he awkwardly bent to sit the destroyed door back
against the splintered doorframe after retracting his claws.
Ororo and Remy looked at
each other and burst into laughter at the sight.
As they all left after the
door was more or less replaced by a flustered Wolverine, they heard Logan
growl. "Next time put a note on the door, Gumbo!"
Then Jean telepathic voice
added with a laugh....~And try not to blow the house down around our ears,
Ororo~
Ororo and Remy smiled as
Jean sent them both a mental thumbs up, as if to say finally.
They laughed again,
recovering immediately from their interruption with a long, kiss. The rest of
the night they were very quiet...only the occasional strong wind rattling the
windows of Xavier Institute to signal that they hadn't gotten enough of each
other. Not by a long shot.
THE END