Hanging By A Moment

Hanging By A Moment
Chapter 10: Growing Feelings

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As the weeks passed by for Scott Summers and Jean Grey, they gradually adjusted to a new year of college at the Xavier Academy. For Scott, this was his first year there, but thanks to his training in the military, he had some college credits that allowed him to take more focused classes as he wanted. Jean was once again stuck with a few of the business classes that she so often didn’t enjoy because of her family’s insistence on having her take them, but other classes that she enjoyed a lot more like psychology and biology helped alleviate that one annoyance. Scott’s classes focused mainly on math and engineering and with Jean’s help, he was adjusting nicely to life in Bayville.

As they’re new relationship began and grew, Jean introduced Scott to her girlfriends and through them met a few other guys to hang around with like Kurt, Pietro, and Piotr…Who Kitty still had a crush on, but was still keeping it silent much to Jean and everybody else’s annoyance. Overall, as Jean learned more about Scott, she became a lot more comfortable around him as both a friend and a lover, which was very rare given her previous relationships. But more often than not, Jean would not use the so called ‘R-word’ as both she and Scott had coined it. While in many ways it was a traditional romantic relationship, they both didn’t really call it that because they wanted to retain the connection they had with each other that had formed when they first met. Along with elements to a relationship, there were also many elements of a friendship as well. Many of their conversations were in the manner in which good casual friends would speak…Although they did still flirt and tease like other regular couples.

In this new and unique relationship, they also kept up a healthy sexual appetite with each other. Things like classes, homework, and the other rigors that came along with college life often made the need for such stress relieving activities like sex necessary and they worked to keep it frequent, but not excessive. Such aspects of their relationship together helped make this new year at the Academy easier for the both of them. With so many other complications in recent years and overall in life, it was a much welcomed breath of fresh air to have somebody to spend time with and share their thoughts and feelings. Communication between them was fairly easy given that they had made such a strong initial connection and with everything else that life threw at them, it made things a little easier for the both of them with each passing day as Scott and Jean continued to grow closer.

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On a day after the last classes of the afternoon Jean, Betsy, and Kitty were walking along the campus grounds, relieved that another day at the Xavier Academy had ended. The air was a bit cooler and the wind was a little more brisk than usual, hinting that fall was in the air and would soon be in full swing.

“Man I don’t know how much more poetry homework I can take,” groaned Kitty as she walked along with the others towards the central field area of campus where a football game and a frisbee game were taking place, “We never write anything in that class anymore. It’s all read this, read that, and do a ton of other shit by Monday.”

“I don’t know how you can stand that class,” commented Jean, who had just gotten out of her last class for the day, “Poetry is like rocket science to me. I’d have a better chance at building a supercomputer blindfolded than understanding some of the shit they make you read.”

“Oh come on Jean, it’s not that bad,” said Kitty, knowing Jean was not a big fan of poetry, “They’re just like regular books, but written in a unique way. It makes it kind of fun really.”

“Hey, I enjoy books,” replied Jean, “I like reading short stories, novels, and epic tales just as much as the next bookworm, but I don’t want to have to decrypt every word I read.”

“And that’s exactly why you take science classes,” said Betsy as she stretched her arms and yawned after a long busy day of class, “It’s just one of those mindset things they tell us in psychology class.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” said Jean as she and her two girlfriends stopped on a hill and sat under the cool shade one of the big trees.

They both proceeded to watch the games going on in the central field while watching people casually pass by through the crowded sea of people. Life at the Xavier Academy was far from easy going and it had its times of stress. Being an up and coming school throughout the country, the standards and rigors of the core academics that drove this academy’s reputation was also what caused most of the stress. But to those who had the mind and knowledge to handle it were able to work through each day as it came and now that the weekend was almost upon them, the time for a little rest seemed very appealing to most everybody who had been working hard on keeping up with the material that was thrown at them.

“So what do you have planned for this weekend Betsy?” asked Jean as she set her books down and leaned back onto the grass while watching the waves of students pass them by.

“Nothing much really,” she answered, “I just have this really big calculus exam that I’m going to have to cram for on Sunday. So maybe on Saturday, I’ll go for a swim or something to at least relax a little.”

“Yeah, a swim sounds nice,” said Kitty, “Maybe I’ll do something like that too. After all, it probably won’t be long before the pool closes for the winter. Might as well enjoy it while we can. What about you Jean? Feel up for a swim on Saturday?”

“Thanks, but I have plans on Saturday,” said Jean, “Scott and I are going to see the new Adam Sandler movie together.”

“An Adam Sandler movie?” laughed Betsy, “That’s an odd flick for a date.”

“It is not a date…” said Jean in an exasperated tone, for she had dealt with Betsy’s constant teasing ever since she and Scott hooked up, “Just because Scott and I want to go out and see a movie together doesn’t make it an official date.”

“Say what you want Jean…” said Betsy as she rolled her eyes at Jean’s excuses, “But just because you call a pile of shit a flower, it doesn’t mean it smells any different.”

Both Jean and Kitty looked back at Betsy with an odd look, finding her use of terminology to be a little strange. But they had come to expect that from her after having known her for so long and it was always quite an experience when they got comments from her.

“Yeah…Whatever Betsy,” said Jean as she and Kitty just let out a slight chuckle and turned back towards the field, “But it is NOT a formal date okay? In fact, I was going to ask if any of you wanted to see it with us.”

“Oh that sounds fun,” said Betsy sarcastically, “Sit for over an hour and watch you two snuggling and eyeing each other the whole time like you’re giddy little school children.”

“Oh come on!” said Jean in her defense, “We don’t ALWAYS do that.”

“Uh Jean…” said Kitty, “I’ll have to go with Betsy on this one. I remember when I went with you two to the movies and I might as well have been invisible.”

“Not you too Kitty,” groaned Jean, “It was a really sweet movie and you know how much I like Julia Roberts flicks. It doesn’t happen ALL the time.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that Jean,” said Betsy as she shook her head in amusement at Jean’s attitude towards this seemingly unimportant subject, “Speaking of which…How have you and the ex marine been?”

“Well other than the stress of classes…Great,” answered Jean, keeping her response simple.

“Great?” said Betsy with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, great…Why do you ask anyways?” said Jean, knowing Betsy had always been a little cynical when it came to relationships.

“Jean…You’ve been with the guy for nearly six weeks now,” said Betsy, “And when I ask you how it’s going this time…You don’t say things like fine, okay, or just so-so. Instead you say great?”

“Yeah, so what?” said Jean, getting a little annoyed by Betsy’s seemingly inability to accept her explanation, “It has been great. I really like being with Scott. He’s someone who I really enjoy spending time with. It’s not like I haven’t told you that before, so why are you giving me the third degree here?”

Kitty and Betsy just looked back at Jean with a strange look as they heard the defensive tone in her voice. They knew Jean and she usually didn’t get like this, but they had found recently she was a little different when they talked about her and Scott. They knew she didn’t like to call it a relationship…Hell, she still was reluctant to classify it and to her friends it was getting a little annoying.

“Easy Jean,” said Kitty in hopes of calming her friend down, “She didn’t mean it like that…Right Betsy?”

Kitty shot the purple haired woman a rather dirty look, hinting that she had disapproved of the words she had used to piss Jean off when she knew full well the territory she was entering when she brought Scott up. While Betsy didn’t look too trilled with the look she was given, she never the less remained silent and didn’t add any more of her so called words of encouragement to the situation.

“It’s just that this is got to be the longest time you’ve been with the same guy for longer than a week in quite a while,” said Kitty, “And don’t get me wrong, we’re all really happy for you Jean. You definitely seem to really get along with Scott and it’s obvious he makes you really happy. But it’s just a little strange that you’re still reluctant to call it a relationship.”

“Well…” said Jean, stammering somewhat in her words, “We’re both just taking it slow okay?”

“Jean luv…It’s been nearly six weeks,” said Betsy letting out a slight chuckle, “If you two take it any slower then you’ll be retired by the time you two start calling each other fuck buddies.”

Jean just let out a sigh, knowing there was at least some truth to her friends’ words. As much as she liked to avoid calling this a serious relationship, she had definitely been thinking about it for the past few weeks. It was just that she didn’t want her relationship with Scott to end up like all the other failed relationships she had been in. There was just so much about this young man that she wanted to hold onto and she was just unwilling to compromise it at this point.

“Look…Its complicated okay?” said Jean in a calm, yet serious tone, “Call it what you will, but there are just a lot of things about my relationship with Scott that I’m trying to put into perspective at this point. He’s not like other men I’ve been with and we definitely have something…That I know.”

“You have something?” said Betsy, not knowing what she meant by that.

“Yeah…But I’m not exactly sure what it is just yet,” said Jean, “I really, REALLY like Scott. And I want to keep it simple with him and part of the reason why things have been going so well with us is because we definitely share this perspective. We’ve both been through shitty relationships…And neither of us wants this one to be like them.”

“Hey, I can’t say I blame you Jean…” said Kitty as she managed a small smile, helping to alleviate the situation, “Scott definitely is a great guy.”

“No argument here luv,” said Betsy in agreement, “He’s a true catch. Hell, I wish I could meet someone like that. I haven’t had a decent man in quite a while.”

“Yeah…A full month is a fucking drought for you Betsy,” joked Jean, causing both her and Kitty to laugh while Betsy gave them a dirty look.

“Yeah, yeah…Go ahead and laugh you bloody blokes,” scorned Betsy.

“We are…” said Kitty, still giggling.

Betsy just gave her another dirty look as the three of them once again fell silent. The topic of Jean’s relationship had always brought interesting reactions from her and this was no exception, however both Kitty and Betsy couldn’t deny that it was getting increasingly frustrating to get Jean to be open about it. As free spirited and independent as she was, she was still stubborn.

The three friends continued sitting under the cool shade as the autumn winds continued to sweep across the field. With a full weekend ahead of them, they all looked forward to catching up on some much needed rest and kicking back as the constant stress of classes and looming midterms still hung strong in their minds.

“So when is Rogue supposed to get here?” asked Jean, “I thought she was going to go to the gym with us today.”

“Beats me,” said Kitty, “She’s been a little flakier than usual lately.”

“Tell me about it,” said Betsy, “She left me waiting for two hours in line at Club Xtreme two weeks ago and she’s been late to practically every class I have with her.”

“Well her being late is nothing new,” said Jean, “But recently…She’s just been blowing a lot of things off. I wonder why?”

“Hey…” said Kitty as a thought came to her, “You think she’s spending more time with that Cajun guy she flirts with and claims to loath?”

“Remy? Beats me…” shrugged Betsy, “But I wouldn’t be surprised if she was. Rogue may be adamant about having nothing to do with that guy, but even she can’t deny the fact that she sometimes flirts back with him.”

“And yet she still does…” said Jean, rolling her eyes as she began to feel that Rogue was probably going to blow them off again if she hadn’t met up with them by now.

“True…But have either of you noticed yet that Rogue has been a bit…Disheveled lately?” said Kitty with a smirk.

“No, why?” said Jean, wondering what she was getting at.

Kitty continued to grin as she now had Jean and Betsy’s full attention, knowing that there was definitely something more and she knew it.

“Well…Don’t tell her I told you this, but…Remember that incident two weeks ago when she was supposed to come with us, Scott, and Kurt to that special lecture for the science department?”

“Oh do go on…” grinned Betsy, having a feeling that this was going somewhere juicy.

“Well yours truly went looking for her and I found her coming out of the math building with her clothes all wrinkled and messed up,” said Kitty suppressing another one of her giddy little laughs, “Add to that, her face was really flushed and when she saw me, she gave me one of those ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ expressions.”

“Ooh…I think we know there’s only one way to come out of the math building of all places with your clothes disheveled,” smirked Jean as she and her two girlfriends started laughing.

“And that’s not all…I saw Remy coming out of that same building a full 15 minutes later!” said Kitty, sounding all the more excited about it.

“Ha! I knew it!” said Betsy triumphantly, “I knew those two were fucking! I knew they were just bullshitting us with all the ‘don’t flirt’ and ‘buzz off’ crap!”

“Yeah, I can’t say I’m surprised,” said Jean, who had seen first hand all the flirting Rogue and Remy had done in the past, “It sure would explain where Rogue has been these last few weeks.”

“Yeah, and why she’s been in better moods lately,” added Kitty.

“But still…I don’t know why they both just won’t come out and stop being so damn adamant about it if they’re already fucking,” said Betsy, “Why would anybody want to stay in denial like that?”

“I don’t know…Maybe there’s more to it than she’s willing to share with us,” suggested Jean, unknowingly speaking from personal experience.

“Whatever…” said Betsy as she shook her head and stood up with the others, “Either way, I’m through waiting. Let’s just go already.”

As the three young women got up from their position, heading towards them from the other side of the path was Scott, Kurt, and Piotr. They too had just come out of their last classes for the day and were all relieved that the weekend was upon them. With midterms coming up and stress building, they weren’t faring much better than the girls, but right now they all simply wanted to concentrate on having a restful weekend to get ready for week come.

“Man…I hate midterms,” groaned Kurt as he walked alongside his two friends, noticeably tired from all the stress this week had caused.

“Yeah, so do I,” said Scott in agreement, “Are they always this stressful around here?”

“More often than not comrade,” said Piotr in his thick Russian accent as he walked along going through his sketch book, “But this year is by far the worst in my opinion.”

“Oh come on mien friend,” said Kurt in his German accent, “What makes you say that?”

“Well unlike you two, I got my midterm assignment in my art class already and it’s not looking too bright for me,” said the tall Russian with a sigh.

“Peter…Art is your best subject,” said Scott, not seeing why he was stressing over a class that was actually a part of his major, “You’re like the star student in that class. I’ve seen your stuff.”

“I appreciate you saying that Scott, but I’m afraid that won’t help me with this,” replied Piotr, not looking all too optimistic about it.

“Vhy is that?” asked Kurt.

“Because this time we have to do full human portrait for our midterm grade,” he said in his deep voice, “And as you all fully know, I paint landscapes. I was never really good at doing the human figure.”

“I think you’re stressing a bit too much over this man,” said Scott, “You’ve adapted to assignments in that class plenty of times before. I’ve seen it.”

“True…But never for something as big as a midterm grade,” groaned Piotr, “My teacher knows full well that I’m not good at portraits and yet one of my biggest grades is going to be on one.”

“Vell try not to think of it that vay,” said Kurt, “Sometimes it’s good to depart from the norm a little. Try to see it as expanding your horizons beyond simply doing landscapes and trying something new and exciting!”

As overly optimistic as Kurt sounded, he didn’t understand just how seriously Piotr took his art. He never liked to do something that seemed forced and even for class assignments, he always found a way to get the inspiration he needed to do something with what he was good at. But for an assignment this specific in addition to it being one of his weakest points, he wasn’t too hopeful about it.

“I wish I had your enthusiasm Kurt,” said Piotr, managing to crack a smile, “But getting inspiration for landscapes is just easier because you only have to go outside and open your eyes to see something worth painting. Human portraits, on the other hand, are just a little harder to picture for me. I just have troubles taking the image of the human body and transcribing it the way I want it.”

“Well then…Maybe you should try to make a portrait of a friend or something,” suggested Scott, “At least then you would have something tangible to work with.”

“Hmm…” said Piotr, thinking about Scott’s suggestion, “That’s not a bad idea Scott. It would definitely make things easier. But who should I paint?”

“Hey! Vhy not me?” said Kurt as he did a little pose in the overly dramatic way that both Scott and Piotr knew he used so often, “I’m very photogenic!”

“Uh…” stammered the Russian with a humored grin, “No offense Kurt, but I think I’ll just have to find my own inspiration for this.”

“Suit yourself man,” shrugged Kurt as they neared the west part of the field.

The sidewalks were still pretty crowded, but it was usually always like this on Fridays. People were just eager to get away from classes and go home for the weekend to catch up on their rest and Scott, Kurt, and Piotr were no exception. It had been a long week and they would most certainly need their rest for midterms as they drew ever nearer.

Then, as they neared the path that led towards the large tree where Betsy, Kitty, and Jean were now standing, the three men waved to catch their attention. Both Jean and Betsy smiled and waved back, but Kitty on the other hand immediately turned away upon seeing Piotr approaching.

“Oh my God, Piotr’s with them…” said Kitty, feeling her face slightly flush upon seeing him.

“Well duh…” said Jean, who couldn’t help but grin at her younger friend’s predicament, “Piotr shares a history class with Scott in case you’ve forgotten.”

That didn’t seem to calm the young valley girl down as Betsy just laughed and shook her head.

“Honestly luv,” she said, “If you like this guy so much, why don’t you just ask him out already?”

“Damn it Betsy, you make it sound easy,” groaned Kitty.

“No, you just make it complicated,” said Jean, siding with Betsy on this one, “Just go up to him and ask him. You never know until you try. You just have to take a risk.”

“But what if it backfires?” she said in a worried tone as the three men drew nearer.

“You’ve never let that stop you before with other men Kitty,” smirked Betsy, knowing that the young valley girl had quite a knack for flirtation in all the time she had known her.

“But Peter is different,” said Kitty as she felt a wave of uncertainty come over her as the Russian art major came ever closer, “He’s not some fling or obsessive artists…He’s really sweet.”

“All the more reason to ask him out,” said Jean, thinking Kitty had pretty much made her own argument, “I mean…You’ve been obsessed over this guy for months now. Are you just going to stay obsessed and do nothing or just let it drive you crazy?”

“I’m just waiting for the right moment,” said Kitty, “And when it comes…I’ll make my move.”

“Whatever luv,” said Betsy as she rolled her eyes at her young friend’s stubbornness, “Just understand that Peter is a tall, dark, handsome man. And you’re probably not the only girl who has eyes for him, so don’t wait too long before he finds someone else to share that big Russian body with.”

Kitty shot Betsy a nasty look, but quickly shook it off as the three men approached them and Kitty was forced to hide her nervousness as she so often did around Piotr.

“Good afternoon ladies,” greeted Scott as he approached Jean and gave her a peck on the cheek, causing her to smile as she latched onto his strong arm like she so often did when they walked together.

“Hey boys,” greeted Betsy, “Nice to see you’re all as happy to see this week end as we are.”

“Tell me about it…” said Kurt, “Anybody who doesn’t get stressed around this point in the semester needs to have their head examined.”

“Can’t argue with that,” said Jean as everybody let out a laugh upon hearing Kurt’s rather unusual perception, which they had more or less become accustomed to at this point.

“So vhere’s my sister? I thought you said she was supposed to meet up vith you three after classes?” asked Kurt scanning the area to see if Rogue was anywhere in sight.

“She’s probably not coming,” said Betsy, leaving out the reason she and the others had suspected, “If she doesn’t show up fifteen minutes after she’s supposed to, she’s not showing up.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely Rogue alright,” said Kurt with a laugh, “But I’m getting vorried. She’s been really flakey lately. I hope she’s not sick or something.”

“Don’t worry Kurt,” assured Jean, “You know Rogue, she’s a real hard ass and she has pretty much no sense of time.”

“Yeah…A lot of good that vatch I got her for Christmas did,” said Kurt as he gave up looking for his ever punctual sister.

“Well at least you’ll know what not to get her next year comrade,” said Piotr with a laugh.

However, Kurt still looked a little anxious about his sister’s tardiness as of lately, but knowing Rogue, she always had her reasons for being the way she is and he had come to understand in all the time he had known her.

“Oh let her go Kurt,” said Betsy, “She’s a big girl now.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Kurt, “So vhat about Vanda, vhy can’t she make it?”

“Had to meet up with her father again,” said Jean, “Apparently he found out about that incident where she and Pietro snuck out of class to see that concert.”

“Bummer…Oh vell, it’s not like any of us aren’t guilty of stuff like that from time to time,” said Kurt with a sigh.

Kurt looked noticeably disappointed upon hearing that, for he had been hanging around with Wanda a lot lately and he had come to really enjoy her company. Jean and Betsy had a sneaking suspicion that he may be crushing over her since Wanda had been flirting with him on an increasingly regular basis. However, neither of them had made a move to hint it was anything else other than casual flirting…Although it was starting to get annoying seeing them around each other in such a way.

“Yeah…Only we’re crafty enough not to get caught,” said Betsy as they all began to walk away from the fields and down towards the streets that led off campus.

“Amen to that!” said Jean with a chuckle as she walked arm and arm with Scott down the busy streets in the cool autumn afternoon breeze.

Over with Kitty, she still looked a little nervous, but she did a pretty good job of hiding it. However, being that she had not said anything was starting to concern Piotr, who was use to seeing her so upbeat and boisterous like the valley girl she so often embodied.

“Are you okay Katya?” asked Piotr as he looked over at her, “You’re awfully quite over there.”

“Oh well I…” stammered Kitty, causing both Jean and Betsy to suppress a laugh, “I’m fine really. Midterms have just been a bit more difficult this year for me.”

“Da, I know how you feel,” said Piotr sympathetically, “I too have been faced with a rather difficult assignment in my art class this semester.”

“But isn’t art, like, your best subject?” asked Kitty.

“Not to mention your major?” added Betsy.

“I know…I know,” said the overly stressed Russian as he ran his hand through his crew cut, “But it’s a portrait and as I’ve told you all before, I’ve never had good luck with them.”

“Hey, they’re still better than anything I’ve ever done,” said Kurt, who had taken a few art classes her first semester at the Academy as well.

“But that’s not the problem,” said Piotr, not taking much comfort in his friend’s words.

“Then what is it?” asked Kitty as she looked back up at the tall, imposing Russian man.

“They just never turn out the way I want them to,” explained Piotr, not feeling any better about the assignment thus far, “I can’t get the same inspiration for portraits as I do landscapes. I’ve tried, but it just isn’t as good.”

“Well don’t worry Peter, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” said Kitty with a smile as she playfully grabbed a hold of the young man’s large, muscular arms.

“I hope so Katya,” said Piotr, managing a slight grin at the young woman’s smile.

Rolling her eyes at her young friend’s overly chipper tone, Jean decided not to comment. As much as she and Betsy liked Kitty, they found her continued attraction to this man to be getting rather annoying since she just didn’t seem to want to make a move. But whatever she chose to do was her decision…They just hoped she would make one soon.

For Piotr and his friends, they could see him fighting off a blush, but he had always done a pretty lousy job of it when it came to Kitty Pryde. They had always urged him on to at least sit down and talk with Kitty, but Piotr Rasputin was just a shy guy by nature. Either way, it was a rather annoying wait to see who would make the first move.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I’d rather not think about midterms right now,” said Jean as they all stopped at a crosswalk, “I feel the need to blow of a little steam…Anybody up for a trip to the gym?”

“I’m game,” said Scott who worked out just as regularly as Jean did.

“Ja, that sounds like a good idea,” said Kurt, who once trained alongside acrobat foster parents back in Germany, “What better vay to forget your stresses than by sweating them off?”

“Amen! I’ll come too,” said Betsy, “It’s been a while since I’ve been to the gym anyways. What about you Kitty?”

“Um…I think I’ll pass this time guys,” said Kitty, “I’m too tired to work out right now. I think I’d rather just go home and lie down for a while.”

“Da, I’ll have to pass as well,” said Piotr, “I must start planning my assignment. The quicker I do it the sooner I can stop worrying about it.”

“Suit yourself you two. Later!” said Jean as she, Scott, Kurt, and Betsy turned down a different street towards the gym they all went to.

As they waved goodbye, Kitty felt a renewed sense of anxiousness now that she was alone with Piotr. He didn’t look any more optimistic about his assignment and it really seemed to be stressing him more than he usually allowed himself to be. As a foreign student, he felt like he had to hold himself in a higher standard since it was such a great privilege for some poor, farm boy from Russia to be allowed to get a first rate education at the Xavier Academy. And usually he was able to live up to these heightened standards because of the great talent he possessed, but this time he wasn’t so sure.

“Well…I hope things work out for you on your midterm Peter,” said Kitty as she and Piotr continued down the street.

“So do I Katya…I just wish I had some idea of what I was going to do,” said Piotr, “I’ve always found that finding the right thing to create for a given idea is always difficult. There are just so many things the mind has, but there’s only so much that one can put into a truly, artistic form.”

“Stay positive Petey, you’ll find what you’re looking for. I know it,” assured Kitty with a smile as she looked back up at the anxious young man.

“I hope so…” he responded as he looked back into the mesmerizing blue eyes of the young valley girl that was always so fun to be around.

For a moment, Piotr Rasputin was unsure of how he was going to go about this project without inspiration…But then, in the suddenness of a single moment, a thought came to him. He remembered the suggestion that Scott had given him about using someone to model for the portrait. It would give him something to use visually and it would allow him to have a truly tangible source of inspiration. And by looking at the seemingly hypnotic smile of Kitty Pryde, Piotr felt that one spark go off in his mind that he knew meant that there was something about what he was seeing that was worth capturing. He didn’t know what it was about her…But there was just something in her face and her body that was begging to be immortalized forever.

“Well…I guess I’ll see you later Peter,” said Kitty as she started walking off towards her apartment, feeling as though it would be best to leave the young man to work out his stress on his own and not pester him any further.

However, Kitty hadn’t taken more than two steps before Piotr shouted out, “Wait!”

Kitty stopped at the sound of the sudden urgent tone in his voice and looked back at the young man she had been crushing on for months now with a renewed mixture of nervousness and anxiety.

“Is something wrong?” she asked as he walked up to her and looked back at her face with a strange expression on his face that seemed to have this subtle undertone of excitement.

“No…No nothing’s wrong, but…I was wondering if maybe…Maybe you could help me with my midterm project,” he said, stammering somewhat in his words.

“What? But…How can I help? I’m not much of an artist,” said Kitty, not seeing what he was getting at.

“That’s okay, you can help me in another way,” said Piotr, feeling somewhat excited as he felt a ray of hope for the first time today, “You see…Scott suggested that maybe if I did a portrait of someone I knew, then I would have something tangible and solid to work with, making the whole thing many times easier since it would be kind of like doing a landscape…Only with a human.”

“Wait…” said Kitty as she pieced together what he was implying, “Are you saying that you want to paint ME? As in…You want me to model for you?”

“Uh…Well,” said Piotr, scratching the back of his neck, unable to find the right words at the moment to respond to that.

The Russian art student began to get a little nervous, thinking that maybe Kitty would see this as some crazed idea bred from an eccentric art student from a country on the other side of the world. But much to his surprise, a wide smile spread across Kitty’s face as she seemed rather enthusiastic about it.

“I’d love to!” she chirped, allowing Piotr to breathe a welcomed sigh of relief, “But…Why me? What’s so special about my body?”

“Well aside from it being very beautiful…” said Piotr, causing Kitty to blush rather profusely, “You have a wonderful smile and a truly magnificent aura that just…I can’t explain it, but I think it deserves to be expressed. And I feel that if I can do that with my hands…Then I will have been able to truly accomplish something.”

Kitty couldn’t help but smile even more as she looked up at Piotr’s tall, dark, handsome face. He admired her…He truly found something unique and beautiful about her. It gave her a warm feeling as memories of rather erotic dreams she had about him ‘painting’ her in his own special way flooded her mind. However, she pushed those off to the side…Feeling that this was neither the place, nor the time for her to dwell on ‘those’ kind of thoughts.

“Do you really mean that?” asked Kitty, feeling as though part of this seemed as though it was something right out of a dream.

“Every word of it…” said Piotr without hesitation, “So does that mean you’ll do it? Will you let me paint you?”

“Of course I will!” said Kitty in her upbeat tone as she suddenly leaned forth and gave Piotr a small peck on the cheek to show her gratitude, which only made Piotr blush nearly as much as Kitty had when he first suggested the idea, “I would be honored. So when do you want to do it?”

“Uh…If you could come by tonight at around eight then I think that would work best,” said Piotr, still finding it hard to believe that she was so enthusiastic about this, “But if you have plans I…”

“Eight it is!” said Kitty, not letting him finish, “I’ll be there!”

“Really? Great!” said Piotr, feeling somewhat more optimistic about this assignment now, “I can’t thank you enough for this Katya. I’m sure that with your help, I’ll most certainly be able to accomplish everything I need to for my midterm.”

“Glad I can help!” chirped Kitty, already feeling excited about the prospects of modeling for this young man that she had been attracted to for the last several months, “So…I guess that means I’ll see you tonight then?”

“Yes…I guess so,” said Piotr, now feeling nervous as well as excited, “I’ll see you then Katya.”

“Great! I can’t wait!” she said as she literally skipped down the street towards her building, excited at what the night may bring for her.

“Neither can I…” said Piotr, even though Kitty didn’t hear it.

Piotr didn’t know what it was that he had just invoked. He had basically asked a beautiful young woman whom he had been quite fond of ever since he met her to come to his studio tonight so he could paint her. While it didn’t sound like much superficially, it did make it clear to both her and himself that he found her attractive and alluring. He was glad she seemed so enthusiastic about it…But at the same time he now felt a sense of nervousness. What if this led to something? What would this mean for the both of them? There were no easy answers for such questions now, but they would most likely find out later tonight.

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Back in the science building on the campus of the Xavier Academy, much of the students had left for the afternoon as the final classes for Friday let out. Most everybody, including the teachers, were eager to get home for the weekend. However, in an empty office on the fourth floor, two young people stumbled in, caught in a moment of passion…It was Rogue and Remy.

“Mmm…Cherè,” moaned the Cajun as he kicked the door shut brought the southern beauty into his arms as they met in another passionate kiss.

“Oh God…Remy,” moaned Rogue in response as she felt him trail his lips down to her collarbone in the special, swauve manner that only he could.

With the door closed and nobody in sight, Rogue eagerly jumped him, wrapping her legs around his waist while he used his strong arms to grab hold of her firm butt and hold her up while they remained lip locked. Remy then stumbled over to a desk, which Rogue promptly cleared of some debris and small boxes so that she could rest body on. However, she kept her legs wrapped around Remy’s waist, feeling the growing hardness in his pants, heightening her desire as a warm, wet feeling soon overtook her lower regions.

Like a drug, neither of them could cease playing their games with one another. Flirtation, intrigue, and sex had evolved into a mixed mesh of subtle movements and interactions that only they shared and understood. Neither of them could possibly imagine any lover from their past that could partake in this dance of mystery and passion. Weeks had been spent thinking and dwelling upon one another…Eager for the next meeting and the next round in their unending games together. There seemed to be no end in sight to them and neither of them wanted it to end. It was so powerful, intoxicating, and fun that the need for explanation seemed practically inconsequential.

With his nimble hands, Remy quickly undid the buttons on Rogue’s shirt and quickly disposed of it, allowing him to take in the sight of her sexy black bra. And as his hands began to fondle her still covered breasts, Rogue then grabbed the bottom of Remy’s shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving him bare-chested for her to see. The wet feeling in her private regions grew more intense as her desire for the pleasure that only this man could provide became almost desperate in a way as she began to break out in a hot sweat as his hands continued to touch her still covered breasts.

The sight of his sexy Cajun body before her only prompted her to touch him as well as she roughly ran her hands over the well defined muscle tone of Remy’s upper body. Moans of desire and eagerness filled the small, secluded office as the young Cajun had finally had it with the presence of her bra and quickly motioned to remove it. His hands were swift and efficient as he promptly removed the sexy black bra, exposing to him her generous breasts.

Rogue flashed him an erotic, sultry grin as Remy once again moved his hands to her breasts and began rubbing and kneading them much to Rogue’s content. Her moans soon became louder and played like music to Remy’s ears as he gave her a husky smile. While he was teasing and pleasuring her breasts, Rogue loosened the grip of her legs around him and managed to sneak her hands towards his fly. There was already a noticeable bulge in his pants and getting the zipper undone was a bit of hassle, but never the less, Rogue used the skill her hands possessed to make quick work of them and managed to give his pants a subtle tug, freeing his throbbing erection. Remy was still rubbing her breasts and trailing kisses down her neck as she gave his stiff member a little rub, evoking a soft moan from him.

Rogue’s sensual touching of his hard dick had driven Remy over the edge…He had to get her naked…He had to be one with her. Shifting the focus of his passion, he leaned Rogue back on the desk so that she was on her back and began trailing kisses down her body. He went over her breasts, lightly teasing the nipples, but kept going down further until he was at her navel. Her tight fitting black pants were the only thing in the way now and he quickly went to work on them. The slight perspiration on her body and the wetness in her private area made the pants too cumbersome and Rogue desperately wanted them gone. As soon as Remy undid the button and fly, Rogue assisted him and getting them off, wiggling her hips and pushing them down as Remy pulled them off, panties and all.

Once her pants were gone, she then lay on the desk completely naked. Her vagina was noticeably wet and eager for Remy’s dick. However, the young Cajun had other ideas before they got to that. With no more clothes to obstruct his touching, Rogue eagerly spread her legs as Remy fell to his needs and lowered his face towards her heat. As she rested her legs on his shoulders, she then felt him start to kiss and tease the wet outer area of her pussy with his lips and tongue, causing her to let out loud, pleasured shrieks that echoed through the room.

“Oh yeah that’s it!” she moaned as she gave her nipples a pinch as she felt waves of pleasure shoot through her body, “Keep goin’ Remy…It’s so good!”

“Mmm…” he groaned as he licked and teased her most sensitive areas with his tongue and mouth, taking in her sweet, intoxicating scent.

Rogue’s breathing soon became more erratic as she felt her heart rate go up and her arousal heightened as her pussy began to throb with pleasure from his oral teasing. Breathing soon turned into pants as she stopped teasing her own nipples and grabbed hold of the sides of the desk, arching her back in delight at the intensifying sensations she was feeling.

“Oh I’m close! I’m close!” groaned Rogue as she felt the pleasure fill her body and mind, “Hurry…Put it in me Remy! Put it in me now!”

“Mmm…” said Remy with a sexy grin as he removed his face from her pussy and pulled off the remainder of his pants, “Yo’ wish…Is my command cherè.”

Taking hold of her legs, Remy spread her legs out and guided his cock into her wet pussy. He went slow at first, but after he got halfway in, he delivered a powerful thrust that caused Rogue to arch her back and moan rather loudly as she relished in the feeling of having his long, hard penis inside her. Remy knew she liked that move and let out a deep grunt as he withdrew slightly, only to slam into her in a similar fashion.

Soon, they worked their way into an intense rhythm…Moving, moaning, and sweating in conjunction with one another as they soaked up the pleasure and thrill of this intimate act. Remy kept a firm hold of her legs, keeping them spread to allow easier, more fluid thrusts. Rogue’s body began to thrash and grind against him as she let out louder and louder moans as they both established the proper rhythm with one another to drag out the pleasure for as long and as intensely as possible. As lovers, they both enjoyed sex that was raw, energetic, and passionate. It was a style they both shared and experienced at its greatest level. And as Remy felt the warm, wet muscles of Rogue’s hot vagina around his dick, he began to grow short of breath as they both neared their climax.

“Oh I’m gonna come Rogue! I’m gonna…” grunted Remy as he slowed the pace, but made each thrust more powerful.

“I’m commin’ too! Almost…There,” gasped Rogue, as their bodies now glowed with perspiration from the heat of their act.

Then, with one last, hard thrust, Remy Lebeau shot his powerful load into the warm, moist depths of Rogue’s vagina as it clamped down on his dick and coated it with her own warm juices.

The two young lovers took a brief moment to catch their breath. Remy leaned in and kissed her passionately as they both struggled to overcome the power of their respective orgasms. However, their desire and want for more sex was still strong and it didn’t take long before they once again began to feel the heat and passion between them draw them in once again.

This time, they switched positions as Remy got up on the desk and Rogue flipped herself over so that she was now on her hands and knees. They had never done this before on a desk or even in an office on campus before…But that only gave it an extra hint of thrill as their bodies once again were driven towards one another.

Taking a firm hold of her sexy ass, Remy once again guided his cock into her wet pussy from behind and began ramming it into her again for another round of fucking. His hands roamed along her sweaty form as they both established a rhythm once again, moving and grinding against one another in fluid drive of sexual thrusts. Remy’s pelvis pounded against her ass as she worked her body to supplement each thrust, absorbing the waves of pleasure that shot through her body with each thrust. Their sweaty bodies made the office feel hot and humid as pleasured moans filled the room as they both smiled and moaned with the powerful mutual pleasure they were getting from each other. It was intense, passionate, and physically demanding…All in a league of it’s own in the realms of the sensual.

Then, as they each neared their climax once more, Remy’s hold on Rogue’s hips tightened as he gritted his teeth from the feeling of the oncoming rush of orgasm he was feeling. Rogue couldn’t hold it in any longer…She had to have her release. Then, with one last powerful thrust…They both climaxed.

“Oh Remy!” yelled Rogue as she arched her back and felt a burst of pleasure flood her body.

“Cherè!” moaned Remy as he let out a deep moan as he emptied his seeds within her.

Finally, it was over. Both lovers took a few minutes to catch their breath as they recovered from the mental and physical exertion of their act. They were both flushed and sweaty…But it was worth it. Rogue and Remy each had smiles on their faces as they found their wrinkled clothes and got dressed.

“That was great as always ma cherè,” said Gambit as he put his black Led Zeppelin shirt on.

“Yeah…It was,” said Rogue with a content, yet distant look on her face as she put her bra and shirt back on.

There was no doubt that Rogue had enjoyed what they had done…The actions of her body were clear enough signs. But Remy couldn’t help but see another look behind the afterglow…One far more enigmatic than the looks about her he knew so well.

“Is something wrong Rogue?” he asked as he walked over to her and gently cupped her chin.

“No…Nothing’s wrong,” she said as she shook her head unconvincingly.

“You’re a bad liar cherè…” he said, knowing there had to be something more as the tone in his voice grew more serious.

Rogue let out a sigh as she tried to look away, but found it too hard to do under the penetrating gaze of handsome Cajun.

“It’s okay Remy…It’s nothing you should worry about,” she assured him.

Remy was still not convinced. He could tell there was something and his mind would not be set at ease until he knew what it was. But being the stubborn person Rogue was, he had a feeling she was not going to tell him. He wished she would…But whatever it was that was bothering her, it was definitely something serious as she finally managed to turn away from him and head towards the door.

“Wait…” said Remy, stopping her in mid stride, “Want me to walk you home?”

Rogue then turned back and the enigmatic look on her faced turned to a smile, which helped set the Cajun’s mind at ease as he quickly found himself smiling back.

“I’d like that…” she said as she stepped forward and gave him a kiss on the lips as she locked her arms with his and they made their way out the door.

In seeing such a strange shift in her demeanor, Remy couldn’t help but smile and laugh. He still wanted to know what had been troubling her earlier, but as she felt her warm body against his, he set that feeling aside…For now at least.

“You really are somthin’ else Rogue,” he told her as they both walked hand in hand out into the empty halls.

“So are you swamp rat, but that’s what I find you so attractive,” she smiled as she leaned in closer to him and took a deep whiff of his unique Cajun scent.

“Likewise cherè…”

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AN: Well, that’s it for now! Hope all your Rogue/Remy fans liked that last part! Don’t worry, there’s still plenty more to come! Stay tuned for a scene at the gym as well as Kitty and Piotr’s little art session later on! I hope you all like it! So what do you think so far? Has this fic been an enjoyable read? Please tell me! Email me your reviews to me at slickboy444@aol.com or post them on the fanfiction website! Thanks a lot for reading everybody and I wish you all the best!