Ororo and Wanda, Backdated to October 29

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After a rough stretch, Wanda decides that she and Ororo need an escape. They hit the spa, the shoe store and, finally, the club.



Wanda knocked three times on Ororo's office door and then leaned on the door jamb, a hand on her hip and a set of car keys in her other hand. She jangled them invitingly at the other woman. "I had an awful week," she said in way of greeting, "and I have heard that you may not have been having such a stellar few weeks, either. Are you available for a kidnapping, my dear? Oh, yes, and hello."

Ororo glanced up, smiling at the sight of Wanda. "I do not believe I have ever seen such a polite kidnapping before," she remarked, amused. "But if you have not had a good week, I would not want to make it worse... one moment." She pulled up her email and tapped out a quick message, then flashed Wanda a smile. "There, I am all yours. Where are you kidnapping me to?"

"Maybe I should hold classes. 'How to kidnap with class, style and not ruin your manicure'." Wanda straightened and winced, the hand on her hip going to her back briefly. "The spa," she said with a slight smile. "The last job was a bit...energetic, to say the least and I need to treat my body to some R and R. Hopefully done by a large, well built man named Sven."

"Ah, Sven," 'Ro said, rising from her desk and crossing the room towards her friend. "The savior of many a weary bone and bruised body. I think a visit to him is just what the doctor would order, if we were foolish enough to stop at the infirmary before heading out.'

"Thankfully, we are neither foolish nor insane enough to make that kind of a pit stop," Wanda said firmly, slipping her arm through Ororo's. "Or else we'll never be able to escape and then Sven will be completely crushed." She glanced around at the hallway. "How fast can you make it to the garage in those shoes?"

"I will have you know I train in these shoes. I can get to the garage faster than you can say 'salt sea scrub'." With those words, Ororo started to tug Wanda down the hallway, gently in deference to the other woman's obviously sore muscles.

Laughing, Wanda kept up, grateful at the pace Ororo had set. "Oh good, that means we don't have to explain to Scott where I am taking you...he might just try to come along."

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"Oh, Sven," Ororo sighed, lying back on the cushioned seat and wiggling her toes with glee. "You do good work." Her face was currently covered with green goo, her body wrapped with warm towels after a long, intense massage.

"Oohhh yes, yes he does," Wanda agreed, purring a little bit as warm oil was poured on the backs of her thighs. 'Sven' had magic hands and had only clucked his tongue a little bit at the bruises on her back. When he left the room, she cracked open an eye at Ororo, enjoying the wax on her hands. "He either thinks we're cops or into quite the fetishes, you know. I think he's amused by both possibilities."

"Neither one is exactly incorrect," Ororo said with a chuckle, shifting until she could look over at the other woman comfortably. "At the very least, we are certainly masochists of the worst kind. How do you feel now?"

Tilting her head so she could actually see most of Ororo and not just bits and pieces, Wanda considered the question. "Much better," she said finally with a happy sigh. "Sven works miracles and I think he managed to banish most of the strained muscles. I will have to be careful. Which means no acrobatic sex for the time being. How are you feeling?"

"More relaxed than I have been in weeks. Which is not saying much, but still. Thank you, Wanda, this was much-needed and much-appreciated. If you were still at the school, I would give you a raise." Ororo grinned, then gave a little shriek as the goop began to slide off her cheek.

It was nearly impossible to not laugh so Wanda didn't even try, wincing slightly as her back sluggishly protested. "Ow, ow. I am glad this is helping, though you could always put a whisper in Remy or Pete's ear about that raise." Leaning over, carefully as to not upset her robe, she handed Ororo some tissue. "Your face is falling off, my dear."

"It is too warm in here... I am melting!" Ororo dabbed at her face mask, trying to salvage it without wiping the rest of the goo off. It wasn't looking good. "I think Forge should get to work inventing a face goo that does not melt, even at sauna-like temperatures. I am sure we could figure out a way to make it team-related..."

"A guaranteed way to relieve mission induced stress and school brought upon insanity," Wanda quipped. "I am sure if you put it like that way, the Professor would immediately give you the backing to allow Forge to have the time to work on that. I majored in bullshit along with anthropology, if you could not tell."

"I was beginning to suspect," Ororo said with a giggle, balling up the tissue and tossing it at Wanda. "And it sounds very similar to things I hear from my students all the time."

Wanda snickered as the tissue bounced off her shoulder. "Hopefully I say it with more grace and wisdom then they do," she sniffed. "I am, according to some, positively ancient and some wisdom should come along with that. Do you realize I completely forgot about my 30th birthday? I'm old enough to be forgetting them."

"But not quite old enough to be lying about them yet. That is a very important distinction. Until you reach that age I do not think you need to worry too much. Besides, you still look fabulous, and that is what really matters."

Wanda grinned over at Ororo. "Why thank you, darling. You know, after this we should treat ourselves even further. I think it's shoe sale season, don't you?"

"My dear, I do believe you are right."

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"Those," Wanda proclaimed, pointing at Ororo's legs, "make you look like sex in boots. I highly approve." Her comment made the sales woman, who had been hovering once she realized these were two serious shoe shoppers, titter slightly. For herself, she was slipping on a pair of heels which knocked her right into the realm of six feet.

Ororo turned one way, then the other, eying the boots, which really did seem to possess some sort of magical qualities about them. "I do not know... I do not really need them," she said, indecision hovering in her voice. "On the other hand, this is the season for large purchases, and they do not cost nearly as much as a car."

"But sometimes it is better to buy yourself something you want," Wanda commented, taking off the shoes and hunting for another pair. "And while that is a fine piece of car, I believe those boots might just make it jealous."

"Now that I would like to se-- Oh, Wanda. Here." Ororo selected another pair of heels from the shelf, holding them out reverentially to the taller woman. "Try these."

Glancing up, Wanda quickly re shelved the shoes at the sight of the ones Ororo was holding. Whimpering a bit, she took them from her. They were red, sleek and with a heel that she could easily use to kill someone. She put them on and stood, grinning down at her feet.

"Those," Ororo stated, her own grin growing wider, "are perfect. If I am getting these boots, you are getting those. And then, I think, we will have to go somewhere so that they can be adequately appreciated by everyone who sees us."

"Yes, these positively scream 'Appreciate my shoes, bitches', don't they?" Wanda mused, tapping her cheek with a finger. "Where to go, where to go...oh, I bet we could find a fantastic little club around here, don't you?"

"Between us and these shoes, I do not think there is anything we could not accomplish," Ororo said, chuckling. She sat down and peeled the boots off, nodding to the saleswoman to have them boxed for purchase.

"That is what we need to win all of our battles," she agreed, taking the shoes off and looking at them. "Fabulous, fabulous shoes."

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The music was loud, the drinks were good, and the clientèle was, for the most part, easy on the eyes. Ororo was quite pleased with the club they had found, and she made sure to convey this to Wanda, speaking loud enough to be heard over the pounding bass. "This is certainly an improvement over the last club I was in," she said, thinking back to the establishment in Monte Carlo where she had tracked Marius to. "For one, I do not see any wayward students that need to be dragged back to the school."

"If any students end up wayward tonight, in here, we shall have to throw them in a lake," Wanda responded, enjoying the way that the bass shook her to her core. She accepted her drink with a broad smile and took a sip before turning back to Ororo. "It is very nice in here, we shall have to remember this one for next time."


With a nod Ororo leaned closer, trying to suppress a smirk. "Indeed. Do not look now, but I believe there is a gentleman at the end of the bar who is, erm, admiring your new shoes. And your legs, and everything above them..."

Used to clubs, Wanda used the mirror behind the bar to spy without looking like she was returning interest. "Well, I should certainly hope so. My, ahem, shoes are very worthy of admiration. Ooh, he is a good looking one, isn't he?" Suddenly, her eyebrows went straight up in amusement. "It seems my choice of footwear is not the only one being admired." She tilted her glass towards the woman who was currently checking out Ororo's...shoes.

"She must have good taste," Ororo murmured with a grin, knowing that the boots had been a very good investment. "Shall we buy our admirers a drink? I believe that is what one does in this sort of situation, is it not?"

"It would be rude to do otherwise," Wanda agreed smartly, the bartender appearing before her. She was impressed, he was going to receive quite the tip. After she and Ororo put their heads together, he sent off two drinks and Wanda took a sip of her own, fighting down a grin.

Ororo leaned on the bar, the afternoon at the spa having left her feeling relaxed and almost boneless. "Mm... once again, I must reinforce that this was an excellent idea. A few hours of dancing and I might almost forget if the mansion is hovering on the brink of collapsing around me. And even if it is not, I think dancing is still in order. An imperative, if you will."

"Dancing, it is the cure for what ails you," Wanda attested with a grin. "You should order all staff in the mansion to go dancing..." Her lips twitched and she glanced around. "Now, just for your sanity's sake, imagine Cain in here."

The white-haired woman barely managed to refrain from snorting her drink through her nose at the mental image; she gave Wanda a half-amused, half-cross look. "It is almost as strange a thought as imagining Remy here. Enjoying himself," she added. That was an important distinction.

"Small steps," Wanda replied. "He did not flee his birthday party, after all, and...I can honestly say he had a good time. A confused good time but still. I am not certain what he would think of this place, though."

"Perhaps one day we will have to find out." Out of the corner of her eye Ororo noticed their two admirers receiving their drinks; they both looked pleased. "Well," she said, finishing her own drink and setting the glass back on the bar, "let us see how comfortable these boots really are. Shall we dance?"

Finishing her own drink with a flourish, Wanda slipped her arm through Ororo's and grinned. "Oh yes, we shall. Time to show the world we have things other then our ability to survive insanity."