Heat | By : reginafabulae Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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St. John grinned as she walked over to him. He looked good himself, wearing a deep blue dress shirt and crisp khakis. He'd slipped a lighter into his back pocket just in case, as he always did in situations where he couldn't wear his flamethrower. When Amara reached him, he took her hand and kissed it, then opened the cab door for her.
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The restaurant he took her to was really fancy, the kind of place she figured it must be really hard to get reservations at. The food was wonderful, though she protested at the prices, saying he was spending too much on her. He had merely laughed and insisted he could afford it. Afterwards, he took her for a walk in Central Park, an arm around her for warmth. She was surprised at how much they had been talking, she normally wasn't much for conversation even with the other students.
They found a bench and sat down. Amara smiled. "Thanks for dinner. It was fantastic. And really romantic."
He smiled back, leaning closer. "You're welcome. Ain't every night I get to take a pretty sheila out on the town." He kissed her softly. Her arms went around him automatically as she returned the kiss.
A few moments later she felt his tongue gently tracing her lips, which parted to let it slip between them. She tried to imitate his movements, praying he wouldn't notice her inexperience. Her nervousness faded as they continued kissing, though.
She let out a squeak of surprise when his hands slid under her butt, but he just lifted her onto his lap, chuckling softly at her reaction. Then he was kissing her again, and her hands were tangling in his hair and she didn't care how fast he was moving, it felt so good... So she didn't stop him when his hands wandered up to knead her breasts through her clothes. When she was practically ready to rip her clothes off, he stopped abrubtly, a sly smile on his lips.
"Got a surprise for you, luv. One more place I wanna take you." St. John pulled a black silk handkerchief from his pocket.
Amara raised an eyebrow as he folded it to make a blindfold. "Um, okay. Sounds... interesting."
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Pyro led his blindfolded prize to the alley where Gambit was waiting with the car. Or where he was supposed to be waiting. The driver's seat was empty. Pyro was wondering where the hell the Cajun would have gone when he caught a glimpse of flesh in the backseat. He yanked open the door, scowling at the other mutant, tangled with a topless redhead.
At the sound, Gambit looked up, grinning when he realized who it was. He climbed out at Pyro's impatient gesture, motioning to the girl. Looking deeply disappointed, she pulled her bra and shirt back on and climbed out as well. Gambit whispered in her ear and gave her a last kiss that sent her wandering off dazedly, grinning.
"Damn hypnotism," Pyro muttered, too low for Amara to hear.
"Works every time, mon ami," Gambit whispered back, winking.
Amara squeezed St. John's hand. "What's going on?" A hint of worry had crept into her voice.
"Sorry. The cab driver I told ta wait decided ta have a smoke. C'mon." He helped her into the back of the car and followed her in as LeBeau got into the driver's seat.
The car started and they drove off, heading for Magneto's HQ as planned.
Amara had a strange feeling that something was badly wrong. Before St. John could stop her, she pulled the blindfold off, her eyes widening at the red-on-black ones smirking at her from the rearview mirror. Needless to say, she'd heard the story of Rogue's kidnapping a million times, and surely there couldn't be two people in New York with those eyes. "G-gambit!" she stammered in recognition.
He nodded, with that same roguish smirk. "Dat's mah name."
She turned to St. John. "Then... you--"
He winced. "Yeah. The name's Pyro."
Amara looked around desperately. "You let me out right now, or... or... or I'll burn the car!" When the car kept going full speed, she went into her magma form.
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