Inclement Weather

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Remy and Ororo catch up after seeing way too little of each other lately.



He had looked better. LeBeau often showed signs of his profession, but the mottled spray of bruises that was crossed by a long, healing knife wound on the left side of his face was starker than usual. The Cajun had drawn a few looks coming through the school to her room, and only the obvious signs of prior medical attention had stopped the usual suspects from trying to divert him down to the medlab. After six grinding weeks in the field, the only thing that he wanted was to see Ororo, hear her voice, and step away from his most recent job.

Unfortunately, though she had undoubtedly been in her room moments before, the weatherworker was nowhere to be found. Her door was closed but unlocked, the windows wide open despite the crispness of the day. Everything in the room was just as he remembered it - the clean, uncomplicated lines of the furniture, the boldly patterned throw over the back of the sofa, the African print on the wall behind it. A glance beyond that showed her bedroom was mostly tidy, only a few wayward shoes poking their way from beneath her bed.

"Remy a heck of a intelligence officer." The Cajun muttered to himself, poking his head into the washroom, just making sure that however unlikely, she wasn't hiding out or something ridiculous. "Do you know where de tall, white haired, blue eyed utterly conspicuous black woman dat you happen to be dating is? Well, non, Remy not got de slightest idea." He crossed over to the windows and leaned his hands on the frame, staring out into the skies.

Of course, it seemed that by doing so he had inadvertently located the missing woman, as a few moments later he saw a a figure descend from the clouds gently towards the lake, white hair fluttering in the gathered breezes. Ororo was simply dressed, and barefoot - it was almost as if she had taken to the skies entirely unplanned.

Semaphore. That's what their relationship needed, Remy thought. A system of communication via flags in order to catch each other's attention. LeBeau hoisted himself easily over the ledge of the window, and jogged quickly along the roof before dropping down on to the patio near the back door, and started down the path to the boathouse on the lake.

It wasn't long before Ororo spotted him, and her leisurely walk back towards the mansion increased its pace. She said nothing as they approached one another, her gaze quickly scanning his face, taking in the new bruises, cuts and potential scars silently. The last few steps were almost sprinted, and she threw her arms around him with little restraint, knowing that even if it hurt it would still be worth it.

"Oomph!" Remy grunted, even as he caught her deftly. Ororo was an athletic woman, and her embrace had enough impetus behind it to draw the expulsion. "Need to be careful, chere. You know dat Remy is delicate." He joked, before being gladly cut off by a long kiss.

"Stop telling lies, Remy LeBeau," she chastised him when the embrace had ended. "You are about as delicate as a cockroach. And if a nuclear blast could not damage you then I certainly could not."

"Don't know 'bout dat, chere. De female of de species is more deadly den de male and all dat." He said with a smirk, running a hand down along the line of her spine, enjoying the contact. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other in months, but their relative schedules and the dangerous nature of their work made even short separations seem longer.

She arched an eyebrow and leaned in to kiss him again, catching his lower lip between her teeth for a moment and nipping it lightly. "This is true. You would be wise to watch yourself, mpenzi."

"Always. Dat's why I make sure to check you for concealed weapons every time we together. See, dis shirt could hide all manner of things dat could be lethal, which is why it is good security policy to get you out of it as soon as possible." Remy's red on black eyes flashed with amusement; one of the rare moments in which the shields went down and the closely guarded man allowed himself to be open.

Glancing around them furtively, Ororo checked for the presence of any students or coworkers before hooking a finger in the waistband of Remy's trousers and tugging him back along the path towards the lake. The best way to discourage any onlookers, she found, was a little inclement weather... overhead, the skies began to darken to the color of deep slate as clouds washed in from all sides.


"Huh. Looks like dere's a storm coming." Remy glanced at the suddenly darkening sky, and the uptake of the wind around them. He moved easily up the path with her, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as the wind lifted wisps of her hair around her face.

"The weather is so unpredictable this time of year," she murmured as they entered the thin copse of trees that lined the lakeshore. Pausing once again to check that there was no one in sight, Ororo then pushed him back against the trunk of tree, leaning in to kiss him as the first fat drops of rain pattered the lake.

"Weather's not de only thing." Remy muttered, as his hands slid along the curve of her ribcage, and pulled her closer with the kiss. The smell of rain was what he associated with her, and as it started to fall, dampening their faces and hair, it was as if her presence had sealed them away from the rest of the world, where only she existed in the moment.

There seemed little point to clothing once the rain began, and her fingers began to work at the buttons of his shirt, slipping them open and parting the fabric so that she could press her hands to the planes of his chest. Despite the wind gusting around them he was warm; she molded her body more closely to him and opened her mouth to his, tasting the rain on his lips and skin.

Remy made his own silent wish that Logan or the students wouldn't be prowling the grounds right now, since he'd be forced to kill them and bury the body if interrupted now, and the Professor would likely have 'words' with him about that sort of thing. Fortunately the worry was only momentary, as he slipped Ororo's shirt off her shoulders, and bent to kiss at her neck and her collarbone, following the thin streams of rain that traced down her upper body and torso.

As if in agreement with his thoughts there came a peal of thunder, rippling out over the lake in a long, low growl. Lightning lanced the sky as his lips met the swell of her breasts. Ororo arched her back and threw back her head, fingers digging into Remy's shoulders, eyes open wide and clouded with white.

"We going to make a legendary lightning strike autopsy one day, chere." Remy muttered, his voice muffled as his mouth moved down between her deep cleavage. The rain was now picking up, being whipped about by the rising wind. Ororo may have not been aware, but the link between her powers and her sexual arousal was deeply erotic, to the point that a storm now elicited a completely different reaction from LeBeau than they once had. It took only a deft twist to part the clasp of her bra, and slipped it from her body.

There was no response from the weatherworker save for a moan that was torn away from her lips by the wind. Though they were under the shelter of the trees the mostly-bare branches did little shield them from the wind and rain, and what was left of their clothing was plastered to their skin. Tipping her head once more, Ororo's lips danced over Remy's neck, one hand sliding over his shoulder until she could thread her fingers through his hair.

Remy leaned his head back, ignoring the rain on his face in favour of the sensation of Ororo's lips. His hands traveled her, moving over the rain-slicked skin, tracing the contours of her back and torso, the swell of her breasts, and the line of her stomach. He could feel her heart race through the tips of his fingers, and her muscles tighten under the caress.

The next thing he felt was the sensation of bark against his back as Ororo pressed him against the tree, her other hand sliding down his chest and to the buckle of his belt. Her kisses were deep and hungry; overhead the storm lashed the treetops and churned at the lake.

He grinned into the rain, ignoring the roughness of the bark, instead focused on the heat of her skin against his; the fierceness of her mouth on his. He buried his hands in the white mass of her hair, now wet under his hands. Remy moved slightly, letting her tug his pants down from his hips, not breaking their kiss.

There was a brief moment of near-silence, the only sound the patter of rain on ground and trees. Ororo pulled him to her, then down to the ground, a wet patch of matted grass and leaves their mattress. Quickly she shimmied out of her trousers, feeling the raindrops slide along her bare skin as she straddled the man beneath her. It was not hard to picture her as a goddess now, the thunder rolling and rumbling with each breath, the lightning illuminating her white eyes and hair in the darkness.

There was a strange light in Remy's eyes as he froze, for just a moment, watching the wind and rain touch her. With an almost meticulously graceful gesture, the Cajun leaned up and softly kissed her chest, just above her heart. His fingers drew once over the place his lips had touched, drawing brief lines in the moisture against the dark skin. The sudden stillness was broken by another clap of thunder, and the light in his eyes finally changed, into something more playful and familiar. Ororo looked back at him, the blankness of her eyes reflecting the ardor in his, and she leant in to kiss him again with the faintest of smiles on her lips.

The storm raged for nearly an hour, shaking the tree branches and battering the lawn with sheets of rain before finally trailing off into a shower of mist. The evening was still, the air fresh with the smell of rain and dissipating ozone, the bent branches and leaves glistening with wetness. Hand in hand, Ororo and Remy walked up the path, their clothes muddied and damp and wrinkled.