Morgan’s Theme: (Don’t Stand So Close To Me) Part III
Morgan’s Theme: (Don’t Stand So Close To Me)
Fandom: X-Men, Comics Universe, Earth-6916
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations.
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters and the setting used here are the property of Marvel Comics. Those characters described as “Mutant Sues” or “Mary Sues” are the property of Ladydeathfaerie, Nanaea, Dazzledfirestar, SilverFoxChan, and Ginevra. This story takes place approximately a year before the events of The Mutant Sue Virus. I make no money from this work.
Authors Note: In the beginning of The Mutant Sue Virus, we find Morgan having an affair with a member of the staff and it is implied that the affair has been going on for some time. What we didn’t see was how that affair began. And that missing bit has been driving me crazy ever since. The object of Morgan’s schoolgirl fantasy is forever entangled in my mind with the works of the band, The Police. And Morgan herself comes to mind each and every time I hear “Don’t Stand So Close To Me.” I was hoping this would be a quick one-off and finally get this bunny off my back. Quick it was not. And it remains to be seen if this will really banish this particular demon-bunny completely. Warnings: Here there be graphic sex between an authority figure and a student. Here there be use of a non-standard appendage. Oral sex. Hand job. And a complete disrespect for the boundaries of a teacher-student relationship. Mild F/F content. Enjoy.
Part III : Temptation, Frustration
God was he touching me! I moaned and writhed as fingers that looked so thick and awkward played over sensitive flesh with such delicacy and skill that it made me want to sit up and watch. But when I half moved to do so, he pressed me back down with a kiss. His fingers played over my clit, stroking it until it felt like tendrils of fire shooting throughout my body. Then he stroked along my swollen lips, teasing the opening, tugging at the folds until I squirmed and panted into his mouth.
“Please.” I whispered into his ear, letting my free hand roam up and down his spine, searching for the base of his tail again. He knew what I was after and he kept it just beyond my reach. It became a game, my reaching for it and him moving away, or pinching my clit or nibbling at my neck at just the right moment to distract me. I wanted more than just the teasing. I needed more. “Please. More.”
“More.” He agreed, his breath hot against my neck. He shifted a little, pressing my thighs farther apart with a motion of his hips. Something sinuous brushed along the inside of my thigh and I gasped. I realized then that it hadn’t been just fingers I’d felt. I blushed in the darkness, realizing that some of those delicate touches had come from the tip of his tail. The tip that was now sliding up and down, working it’s way between my slick nether lips. His fingers pressed against my clit, rolling it and stroking it while he slowly pressed the tip of his tail inside me.
“Oh…Oh God…” It wasn’t quite like anything that I’d felt before. Slimmer than a finger, yet wider. It was just more…I don’t know…fluid in its movements. His fingers moved against me, his tail moved inside me, and I exploded. Just like that, I was gasping, body arching under his, mouth gaping in a silent scream. And while I shook and spasmed around it, damned if the tail didn’t slide deeper. Not his doing, I think, but mine. It sent a second, smaller shock rolling through me and I managed a choked whimper before collapsing back to the rough wooden floor. “Oh God! Kurt…”
He chuckled, a very dark, very pleased sound that rolled up from somewhere deep in his chest. “More? Or shall I stop?” He drew lazy circles around my clit with one hand while he toyed with a nipple with the other. The tail stayed where it was, half impaling me. I blushed so hard it seemed like my face should glow. I hadn’t even gotten as far as the whole tip before going off like a rocket.
“More.” I gasped. “Hell, yes. More.”
He gave that dark rolling chuckle again. Then his tail moved, his fingers twitched and I became a writhing bundle of hormones and nerves. Random flashes of light and color splashed across my clenched eyelids while he played me with fingers and tail. The tail eased deeper, not just filling me up but moving in directions that no cock or finger ever could. I couldn’t explain it with a diagram and a chalkboard. I just knew my body liked it. Liked it a lot.
I’m pretty sure he watched me, even though night had fallen. Each time I pried my eyes open, I found the amber glow of his above me. It could have been frightening, but I was too far gone to find it anything but intense. He’d left off playing with my breasts and only dipped his head down now and then to kiss me or nibble at my ear or neck. Sometimes he’d murmur some soft bit of German against my ear as encouragement just before another orgasm swept over me. I thought there was something in the lazy, patient way that he played with me that told me that he’d thought of doing this before. Maybe fantasized about it.
How many times? I don’t know. If the guy’s doing it right, I’m too damned busy to count. He was doing it right. So all I can say is more than three and less than whatever number it would take to make me pass out.
“Enough. God. Enough. I need…to breathe.” I finally gasped. “Please.”
“Ja. Enough.” The tail withdrew slowly, making me writhe all the while until it was free of me. His hand slipped under my sweater to stroke lazy designs over my stomach. He lay beside me on the floor, curling around me, one leg and his tail tossed carelessly over mine. His breath was warm on my cheek. The warmth was a strange contrast to the way my nipples were getting harder and harder from the cold. I considered covering up, but it seemed like too much work right then. I guess he noticed, too. His hand left off it’s aimless stroking to tug my sweater more or less back over my breasts. Not decent, but warmer. “Are you cold, liebchen?”
“A little chilly, maybe. Not cold.” I let my fingers wander over his upper body, exploring the texture of his fur. I found a nipple and pinched it gently. “Are you cold?”
“Nein. I come with my own fur coat.”
I giggled at the joke and kept up my lazy explorations. I could see stars through the window openings and a sliver of moon. But he was a shadow so dark beside me that he almost wasn’t there. So I closed my eyes to concentrate on him. I wanted to memorize the shape of his body, the feel of muscle beneath fur, the soft sound he made when I slipped my hand down the front of his pants. I was a little surprised to find that he’d taken the time at some point to tuck himself back and zip up.
“Haven’t you had enough?” The way he was growing hard in my hand told me that he hadn’t, not yet.
“Nope. I just needed to catch my breath.” I gave him a teasing stroke and it was his turn to shiver. “How about you?”
“I think I have found my second wind.” He rolled, not away from me, but with me. He wound up on his back with me sprawled over top of him, my hand still down the front of his pants. The move dropped us into one of the squares of soft light that spilled through the windows. He reached up to cradle my face in his hands and drew my lips to his for a kiss. This one was lazy and almost gentle. I kissed him back and stroked him again. He groaned softly into my mouth and the sound seemed to go straight to my groin.
I kept stroking him, easing back until I straddled his hips on my knees. He followed me upwards, mouth still locked to mine. I hovered over him, tugging my skirt so that it covered my thighs without getting in the way. Naked would have been nice, but it was getting chillier by the minute and I didn’t come equipped with my own fur coat. His hands glided downwards in one long caress from my face, down my neck, over my breasts, along my ribs to finally come to rest at my hips.
“Morgan…” His hands tightened on my hips, but did nothing else. His voice was full of things that sounded at home in the dark. Need. Lust. Desire. Hope. Guilt. His tail coiled around one of my calves, the tip tickling along the back of one knee. It sent goose bumps up and down my leg. I lengthened my stroking downward until I could play my fingertips over his balls. Then I drew my hand back upwards to squeeze him firmly just behind the head. He gave a ragged breath in response. “Morgan…”
I could hear the please in his voice, but he didn’t ask. Wouldn’t ask, I think. He was waiting for me to make the next move. Men are funny like that sometimes. He’d just done things to me that were wilder and dirtier than some plain old girl-on-top sex. But this made him hesitate. His tail sort of spasmed, pulsing around my calf. His hands echoed the motion, squeezing but not pulling me down. Or pushing me away.
I thought of playing with him a little more. Maybe I could tease him until he pulled me down and fucked me stupid. Or I could push him a little too far and he’d leave me there, half naked and cold and unfinished. He was a teleporter. He really could do it.
How humiliating would that be? And I’d never get him to this point again. Never.
I let go of him and drew my hand out. Not all the way out from under my skirt, but out of his pants so that I could undo his fly. He didn’t help me, but he didn’t stop me either. I laid the slacks open and pulled his boxers down far enough so that his cock popped free. I felt the head brush against my inner thigh and it made me gasp. I wrapped one hand around the shaft and steadied myself against him with the other.
“Do you want me?” I asked, my voice low and husky. I wanted to hear him say it out loud.
“Ja. Yes.” I could feel his abs contracting under my hand as he moved. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine. “I want you.”
“Good.” I began to lower myself over him, slowly. It felt so good, sliding down inch by inch that I found myself moaning softly. He was so still, so quiet, that I thought he must be holding his breath. I sank down lower, moving my hands to rest on his shoulders. I reached the bottom, our bodies tight together, his cock deep inside me. He let out the air he’d been holding in one long, breath of warmth across my face. He moved in to kiss me again, his lips working against mine until I opened to him. The kiss was slow and deep, ending with a gentle nibble along my lower lip.
Then he lay down, spine unrolling in a motion that was so full of controlled grace that it made me wonder what he’d been like in his days as a circus performer. The motion ended with a powerful thrust of his hips. It drove him so deep that it almost hurt and I cried out.
“Oh my god!” I panted. “Do that again.”
“Again?” There was that dark chuckle that sent delicious chills down my spine. Now his hands moved, pulling my hips up and back down again. His body matched the motion, driving up to meet me on the downswing. Sensation exploded outward from somewhere deep inside and I shuddered. He did it again and again, his body moving in that powerful, graceful motion. His hands on my hips guided me up and down as I caught the rhythm. Caught it and held it for maybe a handful of thrusts before an orgasm swept over me in a spine-tingling rush.
He waited until it passed, cock buried deep inside me while my body quivered and shook. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me through glowing slits of gold. I didn’t think he was even breathing hard yet and I’d already had a brain-melting orgasm. I blinked down at him.
“Are you well, liebchen?”
“I’m more than well. I’m fucking tingling all over.” I think I sounded drunk. He gave another of those rich, dark chuckles. Then he moved. I can’t even describe it. Between the darkness and being limp as a noodle, I just couldn’t follow it. But we wound up still in the square of light. Or maybe in another one, but now he was on top, my body bent almost double beneath him, my shoulders against the cold wood. On top and inside me.
“Good.” He said. And then he started to fuck me for real. No more playing, no fancy tricks. Just straight fucking, hard and fast. Which worked just fine for me. He pounded into me, soft grunts and random words that sounded like curses mixing with the wet sound of bodies and my own groans. I reached for him, my fingers digging into his fur, looking for anything to hang on to. I came again before he did and I was still breathless and shuddering when he growled, his hips shoving him deep one last time.
He thrust a few more times with short, shallow motions before he went still. He was still, but not limp. He drew in a deep shuddering breath before moving aside. He helped me uncurl my body and smoothed my skirt down over my thighs. I rolled onto my side and watched him as he tucked and fastened. After a moment, I decided it was just too damned cold and sat up to straighten my own clothes. I looked up from buttoning my sweater to find him slipping his own back on.
It was quiet now. So very quiet that I could hear him breathing. I even imagined that I could hear his heartbeat. It was that still. I started looking around for my panties, but I didn’t see them. They were lost somewhere in the shadows, but I didn’t feel like breaking the mood to ask about them. I was feeling completely worn out, but in a good way. All the tension had just drained out of me. I hoped he was feeling more or less the same.
He was the first to his feet and he reached down to help me up. I reached for his hand and that’s when the vision hit me. Only I didn’t realize it at first. It was in full color surround. Complete with the stench of burning meat and hair. I looked at my hand and saw it engulfed in flames. My hands, my arms, my body was covered in flames. The light seared my eyes, turned everything beyond the flames into a wall of darkness. I could hear his voice calling to me, but it was distant and the words meant nothing.
“Oh my god. I’m burning. I’m on fire. Oh my god!” I made it to my knees and swayed. On fire. I was on fire. I was burning. I was drowning in the sound of screams and the smell of my own flesh burning. I was going to burn to ash…
“Morgan! It’s not real. Vision, Morgan. It’s not real.” Faye was there, in the flames. She reached through the flames. She reached for me, but it was too late. I wanted to tell her no, don’t. She’d burn, too. But then she touched me, a single finger above my eyes. A single spot of something cool and clean and solid. She touched me and the flames dimmed, the stench faded, the screams became whispers.
“Oh my God. Dare!” I rose up out of the vision with the gasp of someone drowning. Faye took my face between her hands and her eyes filled my vision. My eyes and not my eyes. A mirror that I could fall into and disappear like a stone tossed in a well.
“It’s not real. But it will be if we don’t find her. Now, Morgan.”
Now that I wasn’t drowning in it, I knew. I could taste the bitterness of beer in my mouth. I could feel the telltale itching in my palms. I could almost hear them as if I were standing right beside her. Someone had cornered her. Someone too stupid to realize the danger. I knew where she was, but getting there?
I was already climbing up onto a window ledge when he caught me by the elbow. I looked down at the ground so far below. Faye stood just outside the window on the roof itself.
“Morgan, liebchen. What are you doing?”
“I have to get to her.”
“You will fall.”
“We can make it, Morgan.” That was Faye. I took another look. It had to be at least five times as far as our longest hop so far. We didn’t teleport exactly, but the effect was similar. So far it was only good for a little ducking and dodging. Nothing like the distance I was staring at. But…But if I didn’t get to Dare before she lost control, she’d burn them. Someone would die and Dare - We -- would lose our last, safe place. “Trust me. We can.”
“I don’t know.” I wavered. He tugged at me, but I fought him. “We’ve never hopped that far.”
“Damn it.” Faye turned an anxious glance out into the night. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Where do you need to go?” He tugged me hard enough to topple me into his arms. “I will take you there.”
“Get me to the ground and I’ll find her. Near the trees if you can.”
“Deep breath.” He waited two heartbeats and then we were gone in a puff of purple smoke. A flash of that otherplace, then we were on the ground, beneath the edge of a naked oak tree. I pulled away from him and he let me go.
I ran. Faye ran ahead of me, choosing the path. I concentrated on her and became the one in front. I stumbled a little and kept running, giving her a mental toss in front of me. Split, join, split, join. I didn’t dodge trees; I “hopped” past them. I didn’t duck branches, I just skipped them. I don’t know if I broke any land-speed records, but I know I broke my own. It was confusing and disorienting, the world becoming a series of strobing flashes. It was a flat-out miracle I didn’t twist an ankle or break my neck.
I’d say I didn’t know how the fuck she’d gotten so far out on the grounds or how she wound up drunk. But I knew. She’d stolen the beer from somewhere. God, I hoped it wasn’t Logan’s. The man scared me shitless and should have scared her, too. She’d stolen enough beer for a good buzz and taken it off in the woods for her own little party. And some Darwin-Award hopefuls had followed her or found her and decided to give her a hard time.
Idiots.
“Dare!” I came stumbling out of the trees into the clearing. There were three of them. Big lunkheads that were too stupid to know they were about three seconds from a gruesome death.
“What the fuck?”
“Hey! It’s the dyke’s little girl friend.”
“You come to join the party, sweetheart?” That was the one closest to me. He made a grab for me. I sidestepped him and Faye appeared right in front of Dare.
“Out of my way. Gonna hold me a weenie roast.” The itching in my palms was almost unbearable now. I ignored everyone else and hopped, taking Faye’s place. “Which one of you is first?”
“Dare.” I turned my back on her, so that I could watch the boys. Oops. I was wrong, there were four of them. I’d missed one. “Cut it out. They aren’t worth it.”
“I’ve had it with them. I wasn’t doing anything.” One of the boys. Jake. Yeah. Jake was a year ahead of us. Jake stepped forward, flexing his hands while stone-like projections appeared along the knuckles. Flex and they appeared, relax and they disappeared. I think it was meant to be intimidating.
“Thought you were supposed to be some sort of bad-ass, Dare? Wasn’t that why Stone was so hot to get you on her team?”
“I thought it was the cheerleading squad.” The second boy and the smallest of the bunch. Shit. I think I’d dated him once. Tom. Yeah. His power was… Ah. That’s why they were so ballsy. He could throw a few puddles around. Or maybe they really thought Dare wouldn’t cut loose on them. If they did, they were dead wrong.
“You guys need to just go.” I said and reached behind me and stepped back at the same time. I managed to snag her wrists. The flames had already started, tiny little tongues of orange and gold dancing in the palms of their hands. When I saw that I pulled her arms around me like I wanted to cuddle.
“Hey! We gonna see some girl on girl action?” That was the fourth boy, the one I’d almost missed. His skin was a constantly shifting series of blotches. In the right light it was like camouflage. This was the right light.
“No.” I said.
“Morgan! What the fuck?” Dare stiffened and hissed, realizing how close her burning palms were to my tender flesh. The flames winked out like I’d hoped they would. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“Are you?” I muttered and hung on tight. “You guys better head back. I saw Logan headed this way.”
“No you didn’t.” That was Jake. “I saw him take off on his bike right after dinner.”
“Let go of me, Morgan.” Dare growled in my ear.
“Get out the way.” Jake was still flexing those stone knuckles of his. “I want to see what little miss bad-ass can do.”
“No. You don’t.” I said and tried not to lose my grip on Dare’s wrists. I’m not sure if she was that drunk or that worried about hurting me, but she hadn’t managed to shake me yet. “OK. So I didn’t see Logan. But I can send my doppelganger right in to the Professor’s office if I need to. Or Miss Grey’s. You want the telepaths to take a peek right now?”
Faye appeared next to me with a wicked grin. She waggled her fingers at them. “Let’s see…” She mimed pulling out a pencil from behind her ear and scribbling in a notepad. “That would be Jake Corman, Tom Sandoval, Ben Tatum, and…” She raised an eyebrow at the last one. “Steven Campbell. That everyone?”
“Shit, Morgan. I can handle this.” Dare growled again.
“Sure you can.” I spoke quietly to her and patted the back of her hand. No point in arguing with her when she was drunk and pissed. “Tick. Tock. Make up your mind boys. Do I send her or not?”
“You’re a fucking snitch, Lafavre.” Ben spat on the ground.
“Bitch.” That was Tom. That one date hadn’t gone very well anyway. No big loss.
“Just go and I won’t have to tattle.” Dare was tugging against my grip again. I hung on stubbornly. It might have been funny if my heart weren’t pounding like a jackhammer. I was bluffing big-time. Being drunk would get her into… Well, not as much trouble as burning somebody. But enough trouble. More than enough.
“Fucking dyke.” I didn’t catch who that was, but they were leaving. That was all I cared about. “Bitches.”
“Let me go, Morgan.” Dare jerked herself free of me. “Where the fuck did you come from?”
“All the way from the Mansion.” I was still breathing a little hard. “You were really going to burn them.”
“No I wasn’t.” She sounded defensive, guilty. “I was just gonna scare them a little.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m just a little buzzed, that’s all.” She kicked an empty bottle aside. “Stupid school full of stupid assholes.”
“Dare. I sighed and leaned up against a tree. The wind was picking up and it was getting cold. “What was that all about? Sure, they’re assholes. But they usually aren’t suicidal assholes.”
“The whole school knows about us getting Danger Room time. Now they’re pissed that Haley didn’t pick ‘em for the team. Not laughing any more.”
“Oh.” I wrapped my arms around myself ands started rubbing, wishing I had my jacket. “That sort of makes sense.” It did. Dare was our powerhouse. Yeah, Haley could duke it out toe to toe with just about anyone. But she had to get toe to toe to do it. Dare could burn you to a cinder from a nice, safe distance. I should know. I’d just had the starring role in one of the worst visions I’d ever had. I shivered.
“Hey. You cold?” She left off kicking the evidence into the bushes and came closer. “Where’s your jacket?” She was wearing hers, the leather worn and soft and always smelling just a little of charcoal.
“I left it somewhere.” I shivered again. I was beyond tired, now. She stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down. I could see the wheels turning, a little squeaky from the beer buzz, but still turning. “Can we go inside now? Please?”
“You weren’t at dinner. Where were you?”
“I was busy.” My teeth were chattering now.
“Uh-huh.” She sidled in closer until she had me pressed up against the tree. Just like that, she switched from murder and mayhem to sex. I think the flames turned her on. I really did. I let my head fall back against the tree and slid my arms under her jacket where it was warm. She slid even closer, sliding her knee between my legs. “Who was it?”
“Dare…”
“Who was it?” She leaned down to nibble my ear. It tickled and I couldn’t help but giggle. She sniffed at my hair. “Oh! You’ve been naughty.” I don’t know how she could smell anything over the beer, but the smell of brimstone did tend to linger.
“I’m always naughty.” I chuckled and tried to push her away. It was her turn to be stubborn. She pressed in closer; her body pushing me back into the tree while she kissed me. Her mouth was warm and still sweet beneath the beer’s bitterness. Her hands began to roam, slipping downward to slide under my skirt. I pushed back a little harder to protest. “Dare, it’s cold!”
“Shouldn’t wear skirts, then.” Her hands were warm, almost hot against my bare skin. Her fingers felt along my thigh, along the curve of my ass and…”Where are your panties?”
“I couldn’t find them. It was dark and I was in a hurry.” I pulled one hand from beneath her jacket and tried to smooth my skirt back down. “Come on, Dare. I really am cold.”
She snorted. “I bet you are. Should always know where your panties are. Even in the dark.” She gave my bare cheek a hard squeeze before letting me push away. “You really ran off without your panties to come rescue me?”
“I don’t know if rescue is the word…” I trailed off. I’d spotted something over her shoulder. Were those amber lights I saw in the shadows eyes? Was he watching us? I didn’t even know what to think about that. This…This part of our relationship, was something we kept pretty private. Shit. Dare took advantage of my distraction grab a double handful of breasts. Her hands were still impossibly warm, even through my sweater. It felt both really good and really odd. “Oh, come on. Not here in the cold.”
“Why not?” She pulled me against her. She was in one of those moods. Aggressive, horny. If I turned her down, she’d go straight to pissy, then hurt. Like kicked-puppy hurt. “I’ll keep you warm.” Not that I turned her down. Much.
“Just let me get a shower, Dare. Then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever I want?” She sounded like a kid on Christmas.
“Sure. Whatever you want.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and started herding her back toward the Mansion. I scanned the shadows beneath the trees for those amber lights again. I’d never see the rest of him in the dark unless he wanted to be seen. There. Not at ground level, but higher up in the branches. It was the wrong time of year for fireflies. I tried not to stare as we walked by.
“Whatever I want. Cool.”
The walk back was long and cold, but the shower was hot enough. And yeah. I did let Dare do exactly what she wanted. It was fun. Almost fun enough to take my mind off things. But my dreams were full of strange amber lights and naked trees.
~*~
The next day I was too tired to be as keyed up as I should have been, given the circumstances. One thing was pretty constant here, no matter whether you were boffing the teacher, saving a few specimens of Homo superior from the jaws of Darwinist doom or bucking for the title of “X-Man”, classes went on. I did my best not to yawn through them.
I think he must have gotten more sleep than I did. He had enough energy to show a few nerves. I kept feeling his eyes on me. But when I looked up, he was looking somewhere else. Oh, I don’t think it was bad enough that anyone else noticed, except maybe Dare. But there was a little less grace in the way he moved and a whole lot more tail lashing than normal.
After the way he avoided meeting my eyes all hour, I thought he was going to ignore me completely. Dare and I were on our way out the door when he called me. “Morgan. A moment, please.”
We stopped. Dare took a look at him over her shoulder and shrugged. “I got the door. Keep it short. Summers hates me.” She gave me a nudge in his direction and slid out, pulling the door shut behind her.
“What’s up?” I clutched the strap of my book bag and hitched it higher as I turned to face him. I stepped closer to his desk so that we wouldn’t have to raise our voices.
“Your friend seems well this morning.” His tail thumped quietly and I wondered if he had any idea how much it gave him away. “Last night…”
“Yeah. I’m really sorry about all that.” I threw a glance over my shoulder to check that the door was still shut. “I don’t think she realizes how close she was to losing control. I am sure those idiots have no idea how close they came to being crispy-crittered.”
“Crispy-crittered?” That startled a chuckle out of him. Not angry then. Nervous. “You did not tell me. You and Dare are lovers.”
“Yeah. I thought that was you.” I shuffled my feet. It was my turn to be nervous. “Look, if you’re going to get possessive, this thing just isn’t going to work.”
“Possessive? Nein. I should not even consider…” He shook his head. “Does she know?”
“She’s watching the door for us right now. So yeah. She knows.”
“Ah.” He nodded, his eyes flicking to the door and back to me. “I should end this now. A relationship between us…”
“I’m not looking for a relationship.” Better to nip that idea in the bud. “Last night was awesome. I mean, really. Awesome. I’m up for it any time we’re not busy. No strings attached. No commitments.”
He blinked at that. “Awesome?” Yup. He was a guy under all that fur. They love being told how good they are. In this case, it was actually true.
“Totally.”
“What of Dare? She does not mind?”
“Dare and I aren’t a couple. We’re a pair, but we aren’t a couple.” I shrugged. How do you explain this sort of thing? “Maybe if I liked girls a little bit more, it would work that way. I don’t know.” He didn’t need to know that it had as much to do with Dare’s fear of men as it did whether either one of us liked girls. If she ever got over that things might be different.
“A pair.” He glanced again at the door.
“I’d say we’re friends with benefits. With a bunch of psychic stuff thrown in.” I glanced at the clock. Maybe he didn’t have another class next period, but Dare and I did. “In some ways, I’m already as married as it gets. Dare comes first. She’ll always come first. What guy is going to put up with that?”
“So. No relationships?” He shook his head again. “Should we continue this…”
I heard the door swinging open behind us. Time was up.
“I’ll behave myself.” A quick glance told me it was Dare, but there were lots of people moving through the hall outside. “Anything else I should tone down?” I ran my hands down my sides, drawing attention to the tightly cut red sweater with it’s scooped neckline and the short plaid wool skirt I was wearing. Over thigh-highs, because I wasn’t getting caught barelegged in the cold again. I heard the scuff of Dare’s boots stop right behind me.
“Just tone down the behavior.” As soon as the door opened, he’d begun to fiddle with papers on his desk as if he were busy. But his eyes had followed my hands. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Sort of boyish and sheepish. I liked it. “That will be enough.”
“I can do that.” I grinned at him. Dare dropped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“We gotta go. Summers will have our asses if we’re late.”
“We are done.” He flicked one more glance at me as we turned to leave. “I will see you both in class tomorrow.”
“Sure thing, Herr Wagner.” Dare shot back as she marched me out of the door into the hallway. The crowd had thinned enough to make it clear we were pushing our luck. She pulled the door shut with an audible click behind her. “Was it just me, or did he just ask you to dress nasty for him?”
“I don’t dress nasty.” I sniffed and started down the hallway. She made a skeptical noise that I don’t have a word for except that it was all Dare.
“OK, then. He asked you to dress like a naughty schoolgirl.”
“I am a naughty schoolgirl.” I grinned at her. “And he asked me not to stop dressing this way.”
“Yeah. I got that.” Her boots thudded softly on the carpeting. “You could talk a monk out of his pants.”
“Robe. Maybe. If he was cute.”
“Good thing, too. You and me have got a job to do.”
“What job?”
“We might just have our fifth. Roxxy and Haley want us to make the pitch. Us, meaning you. Because I’m more likely to scare the shit out of her than anything else.”
“A fifth, really? Who? And why us?” We were almost to Summers' class and the joys of Geometry. I slowed down.
“New girl. Like so new she just got her class schedule today. Funky name. Dresses all in black. Goth type.” Dare paused with her hand on the door. “And the why is because she’s closer to our age than theirs.”
“How close?”
“A year younger.”
“A baby?” I hissed at her back as we walked in.
“A powerful baby. She’s testing off the charts. But her control isn’t shit yet.” Dare whispered as we slid into our seats. So far Summers hadn’t noticed our almost-late arrival because he was busy at the front with…
“Is that her?” She was tall, not as tall as Haley, but how many girls were? She was pale, with dark eyeliner and lipstick. Extra long hair that was striped black and neon purple. Black sweater, black pencil skirt, black boots and big green eyes.
“Yup.”
“Well damn. Is she that smart or are we that dumb?”
“Probably both.”
“Probably.” I pulled out my books while studying our pigeon. “Tell me everything you know about her.”
“Not much. Her name’s…”
“Class, I’d like you to meet our new student. Jehnna D’abo.” Summers waved her to a seat with a smile that was so stiff it looked like it hurt. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”
“With the rest of us freaks.” Dare added under her breath. I pinched her thigh beneath the desk. My heart wasn’t really in it though, I was thinking too hard. I’d managed to break through Herr Wagner’s defenses, keep Dare from self-destructing and taking me with her, and now we might very well be looking at our ticket to becoming X-Men for real. It was shaping up to be a hell of a year.
Fandom: X-Men, Comics Universe, Earth-6916
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations.
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters and the setting used here are the property of Marvel Comics. Those characters described as “Mutant Sues” or “Mary Sues” are the property of Ladydeathfaerie, Nanaea, Dazzledfirestar, SilverFoxChan, and Ginevra. This story takes place approximately a year before the events of The Mutant Sue Virus. I make no money from this work.
Authors Note: In the beginning of The Mutant Sue Virus, we find Morgan having an affair with a member of the staff and it is implied that the affair has been going on for some time. What we didn’t see was how that affair began. And that missing bit has been driving me crazy ever since. The object of Morgan’s schoolgirl fantasy is forever entangled in my mind with the works of the band, The Police. And Morgan herself comes to mind each and every time I hear “Don’t Stand So Close To Me.” I was hoping this would be a quick one-off and finally get this bunny off my back. Quick it was not. And it remains to be seen if this will really banish this particular demon-bunny completely. Warnings: Here there be graphic sex between an authority figure and a student. Here there be use of a non-standard appendage. Oral sex. Hand job. And a complete disrespect for the boundaries of a teacher-student relationship. Mild F/F content. Enjoy.
Part III : Temptation, Frustration
God was he touching me! I moaned and writhed as fingers that looked so thick and awkward played over sensitive flesh with such delicacy and skill that it made me want to sit up and watch. But when I half moved to do so, he pressed me back down with a kiss. His fingers played over my clit, stroking it until it felt like tendrils of fire shooting throughout my body. Then he stroked along my swollen lips, teasing the opening, tugging at the folds until I squirmed and panted into his mouth.
“Please.” I whispered into his ear, letting my free hand roam up and down his spine, searching for the base of his tail again. He knew what I was after and he kept it just beyond my reach. It became a game, my reaching for it and him moving away, or pinching my clit or nibbling at my neck at just the right moment to distract me. I wanted more than just the teasing. I needed more. “Please. More.”
“More.” He agreed, his breath hot against my neck. He shifted a little, pressing my thighs farther apart with a motion of his hips. Something sinuous brushed along the inside of my thigh and I gasped. I realized then that it hadn’t been just fingers I’d felt. I blushed in the darkness, realizing that some of those delicate touches had come from the tip of his tail. The tip that was now sliding up and down, working it’s way between my slick nether lips. His fingers pressed against my clit, rolling it and stroking it while he slowly pressed the tip of his tail inside me.
“Oh…Oh God…” It wasn’t quite like anything that I’d felt before. Slimmer than a finger, yet wider. It was just more…I don’t know…fluid in its movements. His fingers moved against me, his tail moved inside me, and I exploded. Just like that, I was gasping, body arching under his, mouth gaping in a silent scream. And while I shook and spasmed around it, damned if the tail didn’t slide deeper. Not his doing, I think, but mine. It sent a second, smaller shock rolling through me and I managed a choked whimper before collapsing back to the rough wooden floor. “Oh God! Kurt…”
He chuckled, a very dark, very pleased sound that rolled up from somewhere deep in his chest. “More? Or shall I stop?” He drew lazy circles around my clit with one hand while he toyed with a nipple with the other. The tail stayed where it was, half impaling me. I blushed so hard it seemed like my face should glow. I hadn’t even gotten as far as the whole tip before going off like a rocket.
“More.” I gasped. “Hell, yes. More.”
He gave that dark rolling chuckle again. Then his tail moved, his fingers twitched and I became a writhing bundle of hormones and nerves. Random flashes of light and color splashed across my clenched eyelids while he played me with fingers and tail. The tail eased deeper, not just filling me up but moving in directions that no cock or finger ever could. I couldn’t explain it with a diagram and a chalkboard. I just knew my body liked it. Liked it a lot.
I’m pretty sure he watched me, even though night had fallen. Each time I pried my eyes open, I found the amber glow of his above me. It could have been frightening, but I was too far gone to find it anything but intense. He’d left off playing with my breasts and only dipped his head down now and then to kiss me or nibble at my ear or neck. Sometimes he’d murmur some soft bit of German against my ear as encouragement just before another orgasm swept over me. I thought there was something in the lazy, patient way that he played with me that told me that he’d thought of doing this before. Maybe fantasized about it.
How many times? I don’t know. If the guy’s doing it right, I’m too damned busy to count. He was doing it right. So all I can say is more than three and less than whatever number it would take to make me pass out.
“Enough. God. Enough. I need…to breathe.” I finally gasped. “Please.”
“Ja. Enough.” The tail withdrew slowly, making me writhe all the while until it was free of me. His hand slipped under my sweater to stroke lazy designs over my stomach. He lay beside me on the floor, curling around me, one leg and his tail tossed carelessly over mine. His breath was warm on my cheek. The warmth was a strange contrast to the way my nipples were getting harder and harder from the cold. I considered covering up, but it seemed like too much work right then. I guess he noticed, too. His hand left off it’s aimless stroking to tug my sweater more or less back over my breasts. Not decent, but warmer. “Are you cold, liebchen?”
“A little chilly, maybe. Not cold.” I let my fingers wander over his upper body, exploring the texture of his fur. I found a nipple and pinched it gently. “Are you cold?”
“Nein. I come with my own fur coat.”
I giggled at the joke and kept up my lazy explorations. I could see stars through the window openings and a sliver of moon. But he was a shadow so dark beside me that he almost wasn’t there. So I closed my eyes to concentrate on him. I wanted to memorize the shape of his body, the feel of muscle beneath fur, the soft sound he made when I slipped my hand down the front of his pants. I was a little surprised to find that he’d taken the time at some point to tuck himself back and zip up.
“Haven’t you had enough?” The way he was growing hard in my hand told me that he hadn’t, not yet.
“Nope. I just needed to catch my breath.” I gave him a teasing stroke and it was his turn to shiver. “How about you?”
“I think I have found my second wind.” He rolled, not away from me, but with me. He wound up on his back with me sprawled over top of him, my hand still down the front of his pants. The move dropped us into one of the squares of soft light that spilled through the windows. He reached up to cradle my face in his hands and drew my lips to his for a kiss. This one was lazy and almost gentle. I kissed him back and stroked him again. He groaned softly into my mouth and the sound seemed to go straight to my groin.
I kept stroking him, easing back until I straddled his hips on my knees. He followed me upwards, mouth still locked to mine. I hovered over him, tugging my skirt so that it covered my thighs without getting in the way. Naked would have been nice, but it was getting chillier by the minute and I didn’t come equipped with my own fur coat. His hands glided downwards in one long caress from my face, down my neck, over my breasts, along my ribs to finally come to rest at my hips.
“Morgan…” His hands tightened on my hips, but did nothing else. His voice was full of things that sounded at home in the dark. Need. Lust. Desire. Hope. Guilt. His tail coiled around one of my calves, the tip tickling along the back of one knee. It sent goose bumps up and down my leg. I lengthened my stroking downward until I could play my fingertips over his balls. Then I drew my hand back upwards to squeeze him firmly just behind the head. He gave a ragged breath in response. “Morgan…”
I could hear the please in his voice, but he didn’t ask. Wouldn’t ask, I think. He was waiting for me to make the next move. Men are funny like that sometimes. He’d just done things to me that were wilder and dirtier than some plain old girl-on-top sex. But this made him hesitate. His tail sort of spasmed, pulsing around my calf. His hands echoed the motion, squeezing but not pulling me down. Or pushing me away.
I thought of playing with him a little more. Maybe I could tease him until he pulled me down and fucked me stupid. Or I could push him a little too far and he’d leave me there, half naked and cold and unfinished. He was a teleporter. He really could do it.
How humiliating would that be? And I’d never get him to this point again. Never.
I let go of him and drew my hand out. Not all the way out from under my skirt, but out of his pants so that I could undo his fly. He didn’t help me, but he didn’t stop me either. I laid the slacks open and pulled his boxers down far enough so that his cock popped free. I felt the head brush against my inner thigh and it made me gasp. I wrapped one hand around the shaft and steadied myself against him with the other.
“Do you want me?” I asked, my voice low and husky. I wanted to hear him say it out loud.
“Ja. Yes.” I could feel his abs contracting under my hand as he moved. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine. “I want you.”
“Good.” I began to lower myself over him, slowly. It felt so good, sliding down inch by inch that I found myself moaning softly. He was so still, so quiet, that I thought he must be holding his breath. I sank down lower, moving my hands to rest on his shoulders. I reached the bottom, our bodies tight together, his cock deep inside me. He let out the air he’d been holding in one long, breath of warmth across my face. He moved in to kiss me again, his lips working against mine until I opened to him. The kiss was slow and deep, ending with a gentle nibble along my lower lip.
Then he lay down, spine unrolling in a motion that was so full of controlled grace that it made me wonder what he’d been like in his days as a circus performer. The motion ended with a powerful thrust of his hips. It drove him so deep that it almost hurt and I cried out.
“Oh my god!” I panted. “Do that again.”
“Again?” There was that dark chuckle that sent delicious chills down my spine. Now his hands moved, pulling my hips up and back down again. His body matched the motion, driving up to meet me on the downswing. Sensation exploded outward from somewhere deep inside and I shuddered. He did it again and again, his body moving in that powerful, graceful motion. His hands on my hips guided me up and down as I caught the rhythm. Caught it and held it for maybe a handful of thrusts before an orgasm swept over me in a spine-tingling rush.
He waited until it passed, cock buried deep inside me while my body quivered and shook. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me through glowing slits of gold. I didn’t think he was even breathing hard yet and I’d already had a brain-melting orgasm. I blinked down at him.
“Are you well, liebchen?”
“I’m more than well. I’m fucking tingling all over.” I think I sounded drunk. He gave another of those rich, dark chuckles. Then he moved. I can’t even describe it. Between the darkness and being limp as a noodle, I just couldn’t follow it. But we wound up still in the square of light. Or maybe in another one, but now he was on top, my body bent almost double beneath him, my shoulders against the cold wood. On top and inside me.
“Good.” He said. And then he started to fuck me for real. No more playing, no fancy tricks. Just straight fucking, hard and fast. Which worked just fine for me. He pounded into me, soft grunts and random words that sounded like curses mixing with the wet sound of bodies and my own groans. I reached for him, my fingers digging into his fur, looking for anything to hang on to. I came again before he did and I was still breathless and shuddering when he growled, his hips shoving him deep one last time.
He thrust a few more times with short, shallow motions before he went still. He was still, but not limp. He drew in a deep shuddering breath before moving aside. He helped me uncurl my body and smoothed my skirt down over my thighs. I rolled onto my side and watched him as he tucked and fastened. After a moment, I decided it was just too damned cold and sat up to straighten my own clothes. I looked up from buttoning my sweater to find him slipping his own back on.
It was quiet now. So very quiet that I could hear him breathing. I even imagined that I could hear his heartbeat. It was that still. I started looking around for my panties, but I didn’t see them. They were lost somewhere in the shadows, but I didn’t feel like breaking the mood to ask about them. I was feeling completely worn out, but in a good way. All the tension had just drained out of me. I hoped he was feeling more or less the same.
He was the first to his feet and he reached down to help me up. I reached for his hand and that’s when the vision hit me. Only I didn’t realize it at first. It was in full color surround. Complete with the stench of burning meat and hair. I looked at my hand and saw it engulfed in flames. My hands, my arms, my body was covered in flames. The light seared my eyes, turned everything beyond the flames into a wall of darkness. I could hear his voice calling to me, but it was distant and the words meant nothing.
“Oh my god. I’m burning. I’m on fire. Oh my god!” I made it to my knees and swayed. On fire. I was on fire. I was burning. I was drowning in the sound of screams and the smell of my own flesh burning. I was going to burn to ash…
“Morgan! It’s not real. Vision, Morgan. It’s not real.” Faye was there, in the flames. She reached through the flames. She reached for me, but it was too late. I wanted to tell her no, don’t. She’d burn, too. But then she touched me, a single finger above my eyes. A single spot of something cool and clean and solid. She touched me and the flames dimmed, the stench faded, the screams became whispers.
“Oh my God. Dare!” I rose up out of the vision with the gasp of someone drowning. Faye took my face between her hands and her eyes filled my vision. My eyes and not my eyes. A mirror that I could fall into and disappear like a stone tossed in a well.
“It’s not real. But it will be if we don’t find her. Now, Morgan.”
Now that I wasn’t drowning in it, I knew. I could taste the bitterness of beer in my mouth. I could feel the telltale itching in my palms. I could almost hear them as if I were standing right beside her. Someone had cornered her. Someone too stupid to realize the danger. I knew where she was, but getting there?
I was already climbing up onto a window ledge when he caught me by the elbow. I looked down at the ground so far below. Faye stood just outside the window on the roof itself.
“Morgan, liebchen. What are you doing?”
“I have to get to her.”
“You will fall.”
“We can make it, Morgan.” That was Faye. I took another look. It had to be at least five times as far as our longest hop so far. We didn’t teleport exactly, but the effect was similar. So far it was only good for a little ducking and dodging. Nothing like the distance I was staring at. But…But if I didn’t get to Dare before she lost control, she’d burn them. Someone would die and Dare - We -- would lose our last, safe place. “Trust me. We can.”
“I don’t know.” I wavered. He tugged at me, but I fought him. “We’ve never hopped that far.”
“Damn it.” Faye turned an anxious glance out into the night. “We don’t have time for this.”
“Where do you need to go?” He tugged me hard enough to topple me into his arms. “I will take you there.”
“Get me to the ground and I’ll find her. Near the trees if you can.”
“Deep breath.” He waited two heartbeats and then we were gone in a puff of purple smoke. A flash of that otherplace, then we were on the ground, beneath the edge of a naked oak tree. I pulled away from him and he let me go.
I ran. Faye ran ahead of me, choosing the path. I concentrated on her and became the one in front. I stumbled a little and kept running, giving her a mental toss in front of me. Split, join, split, join. I didn’t dodge trees; I “hopped” past them. I didn’t duck branches, I just skipped them. I don’t know if I broke any land-speed records, but I know I broke my own. It was confusing and disorienting, the world becoming a series of strobing flashes. It was a flat-out miracle I didn’t twist an ankle or break my neck.
I’d say I didn’t know how the fuck she’d gotten so far out on the grounds or how she wound up drunk. But I knew. She’d stolen the beer from somewhere. God, I hoped it wasn’t Logan’s. The man scared me shitless and should have scared her, too. She’d stolen enough beer for a good buzz and taken it off in the woods for her own little party. And some Darwin-Award hopefuls had followed her or found her and decided to give her a hard time.
Idiots.
“Dare!” I came stumbling out of the trees into the clearing. There were three of them. Big lunkheads that were too stupid to know they were about three seconds from a gruesome death.
“What the fuck?”
“Hey! It’s the dyke’s little girl friend.”
“You come to join the party, sweetheart?” That was the one closest to me. He made a grab for me. I sidestepped him and Faye appeared right in front of Dare.
“Out of my way. Gonna hold me a weenie roast.” The itching in my palms was almost unbearable now. I ignored everyone else and hopped, taking Faye’s place. “Which one of you is first?”
“Dare.” I turned my back on her, so that I could watch the boys. Oops. I was wrong, there were four of them. I’d missed one. “Cut it out. They aren’t worth it.”
“I’ve had it with them. I wasn’t doing anything.” One of the boys. Jake. Yeah. Jake was a year ahead of us. Jake stepped forward, flexing his hands while stone-like projections appeared along the knuckles. Flex and they appeared, relax and they disappeared. I think it was meant to be intimidating.
“Thought you were supposed to be some sort of bad-ass, Dare? Wasn’t that why Stone was so hot to get you on her team?”
“I thought it was the cheerleading squad.” The second boy and the smallest of the bunch. Shit. I think I’d dated him once. Tom. Yeah. His power was… Ah. That’s why they were so ballsy. He could throw a few puddles around. Or maybe they really thought Dare wouldn’t cut loose on them. If they did, they were dead wrong.
“You guys need to just go.” I said and reached behind me and stepped back at the same time. I managed to snag her wrists. The flames had already started, tiny little tongues of orange and gold dancing in the palms of their hands. When I saw that I pulled her arms around me like I wanted to cuddle.
“Hey! We gonna see some girl on girl action?” That was the fourth boy, the one I’d almost missed. His skin was a constantly shifting series of blotches. In the right light it was like camouflage. This was the right light.
“No.” I said.
“Morgan! What the fuck?” Dare stiffened and hissed, realizing how close her burning palms were to my tender flesh. The flames winked out like I’d hoped they would. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“Are you?” I muttered and hung on tight. “You guys better head back. I saw Logan headed this way.”
“No you didn’t.” That was Jake. “I saw him take off on his bike right after dinner.”
“Let go of me, Morgan.” Dare growled in my ear.
“Get out the way.” Jake was still flexing those stone knuckles of his. “I want to see what little miss bad-ass can do.”
“No. You don’t.” I said and tried not to lose my grip on Dare’s wrists. I’m not sure if she was that drunk or that worried about hurting me, but she hadn’t managed to shake me yet. “OK. So I didn’t see Logan. But I can send my doppelganger right in to the Professor’s office if I need to. Or Miss Grey’s. You want the telepaths to take a peek right now?”
Faye appeared next to me with a wicked grin. She waggled her fingers at them. “Let’s see…” She mimed pulling out a pencil from behind her ear and scribbling in a notepad. “That would be Jake Corman, Tom Sandoval, Ben Tatum, and…” She raised an eyebrow at the last one. “Steven Campbell. That everyone?”
“Shit, Morgan. I can handle this.” Dare growled again.
“Sure you can.” I spoke quietly to her and patted the back of her hand. No point in arguing with her when she was drunk and pissed. “Tick. Tock. Make up your mind boys. Do I send her or not?”
“You’re a fucking snitch, Lafavre.” Ben spat on the ground.
“Bitch.” That was Tom. That one date hadn’t gone very well anyway. No big loss.
“Just go and I won’t have to tattle.” Dare was tugging against my grip again. I hung on stubbornly. It might have been funny if my heart weren’t pounding like a jackhammer. I was bluffing big-time. Being drunk would get her into… Well, not as much trouble as burning somebody. But enough trouble. More than enough.
“Fucking dyke.” I didn’t catch who that was, but they were leaving. That was all I cared about. “Bitches.”
“Let me go, Morgan.” Dare jerked herself free of me. “Where the fuck did you come from?”
“All the way from the Mansion.” I was still breathing a little hard. “You were really going to burn them.”
“No I wasn’t.” She sounded defensive, guilty. “I was just gonna scare them a little.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m just a little buzzed, that’s all.” She kicked an empty bottle aside. “Stupid school full of stupid assholes.”
“Dare. I sighed and leaned up against a tree. The wind was picking up and it was getting cold. “What was that all about? Sure, they’re assholes. But they usually aren’t suicidal assholes.”
“The whole school knows about us getting Danger Room time. Now they’re pissed that Haley didn’t pick ‘em for the team. Not laughing any more.”
“Oh.” I wrapped my arms around myself ands started rubbing, wishing I had my jacket. “That sort of makes sense.” It did. Dare was our powerhouse. Yeah, Haley could duke it out toe to toe with just about anyone. But she had to get toe to toe to do it. Dare could burn you to a cinder from a nice, safe distance. I should know. I’d just had the starring role in one of the worst visions I’d ever had. I shivered.
“Hey. You cold?” She left off kicking the evidence into the bushes and came closer. “Where’s your jacket?” She was wearing hers, the leather worn and soft and always smelling just a little of charcoal.
“I left it somewhere.” I shivered again. I was beyond tired, now. She stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down. I could see the wheels turning, a little squeaky from the beer buzz, but still turning. “Can we go inside now? Please?”
“You weren’t at dinner. Where were you?”
“I was busy.” My teeth were chattering now.
“Uh-huh.” She sidled in closer until she had me pressed up against the tree. Just like that, she switched from murder and mayhem to sex. I think the flames turned her on. I really did. I let my head fall back against the tree and slid my arms under her jacket where it was warm. She slid even closer, sliding her knee between my legs. “Who was it?”
“Dare…”
“Who was it?” She leaned down to nibble my ear. It tickled and I couldn’t help but giggle. She sniffed at my hair. “Oh! You’ve been naughty.” I don’t know how she could smell anything over the beer, but the smell of brimstone did tend to linger.
“I’m always naughty.” I chuckled and tried to push her away. It was her turn to be stubborn. She pressed in closer; her body pushing me back into the tree while she kissed me. Her mouth was warm and still sweet beneath the beer’s bitterness. Her hands began to roam, slipping downward to slide under my skirt. I pushed back a little harder to protest. “Dare, it’s cold!”
“Shouldn’t wear skirts, then.” Her hands were warm, almost hot against my bare skin. Her fingers felt along my thigh, along the curve of my ass and…”Where are your panties?”
“I couldn’t find them. It was dark and I was in a hurry.” I pulled one hand from beneath her jacket and tried to smooth my skirt back down. “Come on, Dare. I really am cold.”
She snorted. “I bet you are. Should always know where your panties are. Even in the dark.” She gave my bare cheek a hard squeeze before letting me push away. “You really ran off without your panties to come rescue me?”
“I don’t know if rescue is the word…” I trailed off. I’d spotted something over her shoulder. Were those amber lights I saw in the shadows eyes? Was he watching us? I didn’t even know what to think about that. This…This part of our relationship, was something we kept pretty private. Shit. Dare took advantage of my distraction grab a double handful of breasts. Her hands were still impossibly warm, even through my sweater. It felt both really good and really odd. “Oh, come on. Not here in the cold.”
“Why not?” She pulled me against her. She was in one of those moods. Aggressive, horny. If I turned her down, she’d go straight to pissy, then hurt. Like kicked-puppy hurt. “I’ll keep you warm.” Not that I turned her down. Much.
“Just let me get a shower, Dare. Then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever I want?” She sounded like a kid on Christmas.
“Sure. Whatever you want.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and started herding her back toward the Mansion. I scanned the shadows beneath the trees for those amber lights again. I’d never see the rest of him in the dark unless he wanted to be seen. There. Not at ground level, but higher up in the branches. It was the wrong time of year for fireflies. I tried not to stare as we walked by.
“Whatever I want. Cool.”
The walk back was long and cold, but the shower was hot enough. And yeah. I did let Dare do exactly what she wanted. It was fun. Almost fun enough to take my mind off things. But my dreams were full of strange amber lights and naked trees.
~*~
The next day I was too tired to be as keyed up as I should have been, given the circumstances. One thing was pretty constant here, no matter whether you were boffing the teacher, saving a few specimens of Homo superior from the jaws of Darwinist doom or bucking for the title of “X-Man”, classes went on. I did my best not to yawn through them.
I think he must have gotten more sleep than I did. He had enough energy to show a few nerves. I kept feeling his eyes on me. But when I looked up, he was looking somewhere else. Oh, I don’t think it was bad enough that anyone else noticed, except maybe Dare. But there was a little less grace in the way he moved and a whole lot more tail lashing than normal.
After the way he avoided meeting my eyes all hour, I thought he was going to ignore me completely. Dare and I were on our way out the door when he called me. “Morgan. A moment, please.”
We stopped. Dare took a look at him over her shoulder and shrugged. “I got the door. Keep it short. Summers hates me.” She gave me a nudge in his direction and slid out, pulling the door shut behind her.
“What’s up?” I clutched the strap of my book bag and hitched it higher as I turned to face him. I stepped closer to his desk so that we wouldn’t have to raise our voices.
“Your friend seems well this morning.” His tail thumped quietly and I wondered if he had any idea how much it gave him away. “Last night…”
“Yeah. I’m really sorry about all that.” I threw a glance over my shoulder to check that the door was still shut. “I don’t think she realizes how close she was to losing control. I am sure those idiots have no idea how close they came to being crispy-crittered.”
“Crispy-crittered?” That startled a chuckle out of him. Not angry then. Nervous. “You did not tell me. You and Dare are lovers.”
“Yeah. I thought that was you.” I shuffled my feet. It was my turn to be nervous. “Look, if you’re going to get possessive, this thing just isn’t going to work.”
“Possessive? Nein. I should not even consider…” He shook his head. “Does she know?”
“She’s watching the door for us right now. So yeah. She knows.”
“Ah.” He nodded, his eyes flicking to the door and back to me. “I should end this now. A relationship between us…”
“I’m not looking for a relationship.” Better to nip that idea in the bud. “Last night was awesome. I mean, really. Awesome. I’m up for it any time we’re not busy. No strings attached. No commitments.”
He blinked at that. “Awesome?” Yup. He was a guy under all that fur. They love being told how good they are. In this case, it was actually true.
“Totally.”
“What of Dare? She does not mind?”
“Dare and I aren’t a couple. We’re a pair, but we aren’t a couple.” I shrugged. How do you explain this sort of thing? “Maybe if I liked girls a little bit more, it would work that way. I don’t know.” He didn’t need to know that it had as much to do with Dare’s fear of men as it did whether either one of us liked girls. If she ever got over that things might be different.
“A pair.” He glanced again at the door.
“I’d say we’re friends with benefits. With a bunch of psychic stuff thrown in.” I glanced at the clock. Maybe he didn’t have another class next period, but Dare and I did. “In some ways, I’m already as married as it gets. Dare comes first. She’ll always come first. What guy is going to put up with that?”
“So. No relationships?” He shook his head again. “Should we continue this…”
I heard the door swinging open behind us. Time was up.
“I’ll behave myself.” A quick glance told me it was Dare, but there were lots of people moving through the hall outside. “Anything else I should tone down?” I ran my hands down my sides, drawing attention to the tightly cut red sweater with it’s scooped neckline and the short plaid wool skirt I was wearing. Over thigh-highs, because I wasn’t getting caught barelegged in the cold again. I heard the scuff of Dare’s boots stop right behind me.
“Just tone down the behavior.” As soon as the door opened, he’d begun to fiddle with papers on his desk as if he were busy. But his eyes had followed my hands. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Sort of boyish and sheepish. I liked it. “That will be enough.”
“I can do that.” I grinned at him. Dare dropped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“We gotta go. Summers will have our asses if we’re late.”
“We are done.” He flicked one more glance at me as we turned to leave. “I will see you both in class tomorrow.”
“Sure thing, Herr Wagner.” Dare shot back as she marched me out of the door into the hallway. The crowd had thinned enough to make it clear we were pushing our luck. She pulled the door shut with an audible click behind her. “Was it just me, or did he just ask you to dress nasty for him?”
“I don’t dress nasty.” I sniffed and started down the hallway. She made a skeptical noise that I don’t have a word for except that it was all Dare.
“OK, then. He asked you to dress like a naughty schoolgirl.”
“I am a naughty schoolgirl.” I grinned at her. “And he asked me not to stop dressing this way.”
“Yeah. I got that.” Her boots thudded softly on the carpeting. “You could talk a monk out of his pants.”
“Robe. Maybe. If he was cute.”
“Good thing, too. You and me have got a job to do.”
“What job?”
“We might just have our fifth. Roxxy and Haley want us to make the pitch. Us, meaning you. Because I’m more likely to scare the shit out of her than anything else.”
“A fifth, really? Who? And why us?” We were almost to Summers' class and the joys of Geometry. I slowed down.
“New girl. Like so new she just got her class schedule today. Funky name. Dresses all in black. Goth type.” Dare paused with her hand on the door. “And the why is because she’s closer to our age than theirs.”
“How close?”
“A year younger.”
“A baby?” I hissed at her back as we walked in.
“A powerful baby. She’s testing off the charts. But her control isn’t shit yet.” Dare whispered as we slid into our seats. So far Summers hadn’t noticed our almost-late arrival because he was busy at the front with…
“Is that her?” She was tall, not as tall as Haley, but how many girls were? She was pale, with dark eyeliner and lipstick. Extra long hair that was striped black and neon purple. Black sweater, black pencil skirt, black boots and big green eyes.
“Yup.”
“Well damn. Is she that smart or are we that dumb?”
“Probably both.”
“Probably.” I pulled out my books while studying our pigeon. “Tell me everything you know about her.”
“Not much. Her name’s…”
“Class, I’d like you to meet our new student. Jehnna D’abo.” Summers waved her to a seat with a smile that was so stiff it looked like it hurt. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”
“With the rest of us freaks.” Dare added under her breath. I pinched her thigh beneath the desk. My heart wasn’t really in it though, I was thinking too hard. I’d managed to break through Herr Wagner’s defenses, keep Dare from self-destructing and taking me with her, and now we might very well be looking at our ticket to becoming X-Men for real. It was shaping up to be a hell of a year.