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Windrider	By : superbang Category: X-men Comics > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6617 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Windrider
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-chapter 8
- 6
- 7
- 8
Warning:

This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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All of the characters in this story are the property of their respective license holders. The author makes no claim of ownership on these characters. It is a parody. Written for entertainment and not profit. Cope.
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Windrider 7

It was the first nice day of spring�

Kitty Pryde crossed the busy intersection. New York traffic sped around her, dashing to the pace of "the city that never sleeps". If they�d known she was a mutant with the ability to become intangible, most definitely would have driven through her. That�s just how New Yorkers are.
Reaching the opposite street corner, she entered the little bistro. Inside she looked from face to disgruntled face, searching for one in particular. Finally she saw the one she was looking for. Ororo Munroe sat at a table for two. An earth tone head wrap covered her white hair. Dark circular glasses hid her blue eyes. Kitty felt a little pang of disappointment. Ororo�s striking hair and eyes were some of her most favorite things to look at. Ororo�s smile upon seeing her friend washed that all away.
"Kitten!" She ran over and hugged her, sweeping the smaller woman up in her arms. Ororo buried her face in Kitty�s long brown hair. It was so thin and fine, it felt like being touched by sunlight.
Kitty hugged her back. "God, its good to see you�"
Ororo didn�t pull back, she continued the embrace for a few moments too many. Kitty didn�t care. Let people think what they want to think. Whatever� Let this moment last forever.

Kitty felt the soft press of lips on her neck. It sent a warm sensation throughout her. Kitty was lost in the scent of Ororo�s hair. It was sweet, like spring rain.
A waiter shuttled past them, clearing his through as he went. Kitty took a look around. The bistro was full of customers. Overfull really. And they were blocking one of the few serviceable paths. "Let�s sit down before they kick us out." Kitty whispered.
Kitty took off her leather jacket and dropped the oversize purse on the table as they took their places across from one another.
"You look fantastic, Kitten. I can�t believe how much you�ve changed."
Kitty blushed, "I can�t believe how much you haven�t." Her memories of that one magical night came flooding back.
"Well," Ororo smirked, "At least I ditched the Mohawk." Both let out a little chuckle remembering that particular forgotten fashion of Ororo�s. "Tell me Kitten, how have you been?"
"It�s so strange," Kitty began as she chewed on the complementary biscotti that were on the table. "I know how long I�ve been away. I know how much the place has changed, but so much of it hasn�t changed at all."
"I know what you mean." Ororo took off her glasses and made eye contact, her sky blue gaze made Kitty melt a little. "Please continue�"
Kitty took the half-eaten break stick and dropped it into her purse. "Well, Scott gave me a job in the school and a spot on his team. "
Ororo�s eyes shot to the purse. For a second she thought it moved.
Kitty continued, "I see so many of these kids going through the same stuff I did at heir age."
Ororo thought she heard a �crunch� from under the table.
Kitty smiled up at her. "Everything new is the same again."
Ororo tried to nonchalantly point at the purse. "Kitten is�"
"Oh, yeah�" Kitty said absentmindedly. "Lockheed didn�t want to stay in the room alone." Kitty chuckled as an audible grunt was heard from her handbag.
The waiter brought over a tray. "Mango juice�" he proclaimed putting a glass in front of Ororo. "�And coffee." Placing a steaming cup and saucer before Kitty. "Enjoy" he said as he turned his nose up and left.
Kitty smiled at the comical display of snootiness. "What was that all about?"
Ororo shrugged, "I ordered for us before you arrived. Give it a try."
Kitty lifted the cup and sipped. The hot liquid hit her tongue, she found the taste fantastic. "What is it?"
"It�s just coffee, Kitten. Black and sweet."
"Just the way I like it." Kitty mumbled under her breath. She peaked up at Ororo from behind her hair.
Ororo gave a sly smile. "Are you hitting on me Ms. Pryde?" She said while sipping her mango juice.
"Can�t," Kitty shrugged. "My boyfriend�s back from the dead."
Ororo cupped her face in her hands, nearly snorting the citrus juice out her nose. Suppressing the urge she just tried to breathe. Kitty laughed out loud at the effect her joke had on her oldest friend.
"You are wicked!" Ororo gasped in disbelief.
"I try my best." Ororo was right. She wasn�t the scarred little girl she once was. She�d been through too much. Doug� Illyana� her parent�s divorce� her father�s death� she coped the only way she knew how, by surrounding herself with people who cared. She shared her anguish with her teammates. Not only had it helped her come out her shell; it helped her confidence in general.
She reached across the table and took Ororo�s hand. "You didn�t call me here to talk about old times did you?"
"No." Ororo said flatly. "I have some news. I had to tell you away from the mansion."
Ororo swallowed. Kitty saw the unconscious sign of how difficult this was for her friend.
"Kitten, I wanted you to hear this from me before someone else told you." Ororo looked her in the eye. "I�m getting married."
Kitty�s stomach sank. Her heart fluttered. She was caught somewhere between a smile and tears. For a long moment Kitty and Ororo stared at each other, both trying to read the other for a reaction.
"That�s wonderful!" Kitty finally said.
Ororo laughed softly, "I thought so."
Again there was a long pause. Kitty shifted in her seat trying to get comfortable. She hoped Ororo didn�t notice how sweaty her palms were getting.
"Are you comfortable with this Kitten?"
Kitty scooted to the edge of her seat. Nervousness was taking over. "Sorry �Ro, I can�t get comfortable. I�m wearing a thong."
The joke fell flat. The mood at the table had dramatically changed. She couldn�t hide her surprise, so she tried to conceal how much this news upset her. Kitty smiled at the woman who was in many ways her idol. "I have just one question," Kitty said squeezing Ororo�s hand tightly. "To who?"
Storm gave her a look of reassurance, "T�Challa."
Kitty�s face turned red. "The Black Panther?" In her very few interactions with the King of Wakanda she did find him to be one of the noblest men she�d ever met. She saw the appeal, he was handsome, brave and he honestly cared about people. He made you feel stronger just by being in a room with him. The only other men who ever made her feel that way were Captain America and Colossus. If Peter asked for her hand in marriage, she�d say "yes". Why did Ororo doing the same trouble her so much?
Ororo closed her eyes as if remembering the moment. "He got down on one knee," she smiled, "Can you imagine what it took for a king to get down on one knee? He asked and I said "yes"." Ororo turned her clear blue eyes on Kitty�s face. "He�s a good man."
"I know." Kitty flustered, "It�s just that this all seems so sudden. Do you even know him?"
Ororo smirked, "Of course I know him. We have history."
Kitty struggled for reason. "You�ve never talked about him."
Ororo squeezed Kitty�s palm. "I know this seems random but I assure you that we have a history together."
Kitty pulled her hand away. She regretted it immediately. A hurt look shot across Ororo�s face.
"What do you mean by �history�?" She didn�t want the words to sound sharp, but they came out that way. "Was he your first?"
Ororo put one hand on top of the other on the tabletop and looked down at them. Kitty saw the ring that she wore. After a deep breath Ororo looked up at her. "No Kitten. You were my first."
Kitty gasped in disbelief. "I thought you were a fertility goddess in Africa."
"I was," Ororo smiled remembering simpler times. "But it was taboo. It meant death to touch the Goddess." Ororo stirred her drink with the plastic straw and looked into Kitty�s eyes. "My feelings for you haven�t changed."
Kitty crossed her arms and blew her disobedient hair out of her face. There was another uncomfortable pause. The din of chitchat and spoons on saucers sounded like the fires of hell to Kitty Pryde. She thought about that night long ago, when everything she was and everything she could ever hope to be poured out to Ororo. She remembered them making love so passionately it seemed the world would split, the sky would break open and the light of their souls touching would forge a new heaven. It was Kitty�s happiest memory. It was immediately followed by her hardest.
When she told Ororo they couldn�t have a relationship a piece of her died. She did more growing up in ten minuets than some would do in a lifetime. The worst part was she broke it off to protect the ones she loved� her parents� Peter� even Ororo herself.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked up at her soul mate with blurred vision and saw that Ororo was also crying. She wanted to speak but couldn�t find the words. Ororo�s mouth moved but no words came out. Kitty read her lips. They were the same words that were breaking her heart.
"I love you."
Someone screamed. Chairs scrapped on the floor as cups and plates clattered to the ground. "That�s disgusting!" somebody yelled. Others scrambled for the door. People with looks of horror on their faces pointed at her them.
Kitty followed their jabbing fingers and looked at the table. Lockheed�s little butt had knocked over her cup, his tail spilled over the edge of the table as he ate the sugar packets from the dispenser. He was in full view of the entire restaurant.
"Don�t move, I�m gonna kill it!" The waiter said as he charged with broom in hand.
Reacting more than thinking Kitty scooped up Lockheed and grabbed Ororo by the hand. She pulled her sideways, phasing them through the bistro wall.
They ran down the street, giggling the whole way.
They didn�t pause at the end of the block. They kept running until they made it into the subway train, were they collapsed in an empty car. They doubled over on the bench. Hysterical laughter, tears and sprinting did not make for easy breathing. Both leaned over with hands on their knees, choking down air and chuckling while wiping away tears.
"That was too funny�" Kitty spat out.
Ororo tittered with one hand over her mouth, the other arm wrapped over Kitty�s shoulder in a half hug. "His little purple ass was up in the air� he was mooning half those people."
Lockheed just snorted and crawled back into the bag. The train started to rumble into motion.
Kitty lifted her head. Ororo kept her arm around her. The mood changed again. "Listen Kitten, I never knew things were going to turn out like this. My feelings for you haven�t changed."
"I know Ororo," Kitty leaned her forehead against her friend�s. "You have your life to live."
"It�s not just that." she confessed, "I wanted children."
"Me too�" Kitty agreed sadly. "Someday�"
Ororo brushed the back of her free hand against Kitty�s cheek. "For me, someday is today."
"I was going to tell you how I really felt�" Kitty let out a melancholy laugh, "someday."
"So tell me now. Someday is today, after all."
The train sped through the next station, it rumbled by nonstop. Any commuter who cared to look up would have seen two women, very much in love, kissing, lost in each other�s arms.
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