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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 17, 2011 17:57:58 GMT -5
The light was just rising over the buildings when Amelia slipped out of bed, shivering as her bare feet hit the cool wooden floor. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled softly, her blonde curls dipping down her back as she tilted her head to one side. She had always like watching him as he slept, no matter how creepy that sounded. The sheet had slipped to his waist and he lay on his side, his back to her. She wanted to reach out and run her hands over the smooth skin and revel in the hard muscles beneath it. All that power that could be used in a second. She reached out and her fingers danced lightly down the dip of his back, to his waist, he shifted and she withdrew her hand like he was an electric charge. Smile still on her face, she stood up, running slender fingers through her hair. She padded over to the window and peeked through the curtain. The sun was bright already, reflecting off the sea and making it sparkle and glint. Waves gently rolled onto the sandy beach and there were hoofprint indents in the sand from where a horse had been cantered. Amelia grinned, pulling her hair over one bare shoulder, all thoughts of letting Bradley asleep leaving her mind. ‘Bradley!’ She cried, throwing open the curtains, letting the light stream over him. He groaned and yanked the covers over his head, burying into the bed. ‘C’mon, get up!’ ‘Five more minutes.’ He mumbled and winced as a pillow hit the back of his head. ‘Fine, fine.’ He sat up, running a hand through his hair and down his face, rubbing at his eyes. He watched with a small smile as Amelia rushed around the room, grabbing clothes from the wardrobe and throwing a necklace over her head. He stretched his arms, going to lean back against the headboard, when suddenly the woman doubled over, groaning in pain. ‘Amelia!’ He said in concern, jumping out of the bed and rushing to her side. He grabbed her arm but she shoved him away. ‘I’m fine, it’s fine, go get dressed.’ She said, straightening out, but her jaw was clenched tightly. He frowned down at her, lifting her chin with his finger. ‘It’s the headaches again, isn’t it?’ He asked her gently. Her shoulders sagged. ‘It’s fine.’ She whispered, hugging the white dress she had been going to wear closer to her. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Exactly one thousand and eighty eight miles in away in Westchester County, New York, a man sat before a control pad, above him a million images flickerering and fading. Behind him stood a woman, her red hair flowing over her shoulders and her dark green eyes watching carefully. An image of a woman and a man walking became clearer than the others. The couple were on a beach, walking barefoot in the surf. The man pressed a button on the control panel and two information files popped up of a pretty blonde woman and a man with a stern gaze. The man closed the files and took off the strange headgear he had been wearing. He twisted his wheelchair round using the controller stick on the arm, he smiled at the redhead, a warm friendly smile. ‘Miami, Florida.’ He said. ‘Be nice, Jean.’ _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Above the room where Jean and Professor Xavier had been, a girl sat on one of two single beds. She leaning over, her tongue stuck between her teeth in concentration as she carefully painted her toenails a deep azure. She was on the last nail, almost done, when suddenly the door to her dorm flew open and two bodies fell in, giggling and laughing. Rosie slipped in shock and the nailbrush went sliding across the top of her foot. She glared at the two, rolling her eyes. ‘You two are disgusting.’ She groaned, flopping back onto her pillow, pulling it out from under her head and shoving it over her face. ‘Jealous, Rosie?’ The boy grinned, yanking the girl closer to him and she giggled. It was Kitty, her roommate, and she was used to the popular girl bringing boys in left, right and centre. But this was John and John was different - everyone wanted John. Even some of the boys, Rosie was sure of it. She peeked out from underneath the pillow just in time to see John’s hand slip up Kitty’s top. She shuddered. ‘Get a fucking room.’ ‘We have one!’ Kitty squealed. John smirked. ‘And we intend to fully use it to it’s potential.’ Rosie stormed out the room, slamming the door with a bang.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 17, 2011 18:47:34 GMT -5
John glanced over his shoulder for a brief second as Rosie ran past, and he smirked. But Kitty was pulling on his t-shirt, demanding his attention and how could he not obey her? Astride her, his hands smoothed over her stomach, tracing the line of her bra as Kitty hurriedly unclipped the back. Kitty Pryde was like a panther, with all the enthusiasm and grace of a feral feline, long brown hair fanning out behind her as John forced her against the pillow. Her hands gripped his belt but he pushed her back, undoing it himself and pressing his body flush against hers, eyes hungry. And although the girl before him was breathtakingly beautiful, he was finding himself getting bored now. John didn’t like to settle with one thing for too long, it became all too much and he’d need to move onto something greater, more exciting. What was better than Kitty, though? Rogue – he had been there, that had been a bad idea. What was the use in a chest if it couldn’t be groped? Bobby must have been desperate to go for a girl he couldn’t touch, and looking didn’t get you very far. So there she was, Rosie, in the back of his mind with her dark, teasing eyes and pouty lips. That he hadn’t tried.
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Bradley gave Amelia a sideways glance as they walked along the beach. It was still early in the morning, so there weren’t as many people there as there could have been, and even the ones scattered around were walking slow, trying to wake up to the warm day. Squinting at him quickly, she grabbed his hand and sighed. ‘Stop it.’ The waves splashed up against their ankles, and for a moment it seemed perfect. Forget the fact that she was a waitress who worked more overtime that humanely possible, and that Bradley had ironically offered to go and work for the electricity board. Amelia hadn’t laughed. ‘I was thinking that you could come to the diner later. Delaney said that after ten the cherry pie needs to be sold, so we can have what’s left.’ It was a petty offer – left over pie that people had drooled over all day and decided they didn’t want, would now be there dinner option. ‘And then I’m off all weekend so I was planning on just sitting here and getting a tan? Among other things… you know what the heat does to me…’ grinning, Amelia stopped and stood in front of Bradley, kissing him gently on the lips.
Then he suddenly stiffened, shoulders tense. Smoothing down her golden locks, Bradley whispered fast and anxiously into her ear. ‘Don’t move, there’s someone watching us.’ Amelia’s first instinct had been shock, but she suddenly started laughing, pushing against his chest. ‘It’s Jean.’
Jean Grey had been at Xavier’s back when Bradley had been a teenager – a few years older than him, she’d been seen as a figure of authority and wet dreams. The red-head would go out into the yard and help lecture the other children, as though she were in charge of the facility and knew best what everyone needed. The mind of someone wiser than her youthful, dimpled face, people knew better than to mess with her. Then one day Bradley had succumb to a powerful headache, sending him off his chair and into spasm on the hard floor. The lights around the whole facility flickered on and off threateningly before dropping ominously into darkness. And there she had been, down at his side, soothing his head. Maybe she had a soft spot for him, or maybe Jean just liked to help people, to be the heroine, but that day she had helped Bradley and he would always remember it. As time went on, and Bradley too matured, and as Amelia’s presence entered his life, Jean began to turn into a sultry young woman, adamant on working hard and playing harder. Seeing her before him now, Bradley felt the same intimidating stir in his stomach, as he had watching her hips wiggle away from him at the large dining table. Jean Grey was trouble.
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Taking the stairs two at a time, John blew in Rosie’s ear as he passed her on the second landing. She was sorting her books out or something that he didn’t really care to register. Smirking, he offered a deep chuckle, taunting her. ‘You can have your room back now. I’m all done.’ His hips thrust at her, the smirk growing. ‘Maybe you and Bobby could go up there, try and reinact our little scene? Or would you like me to show you exactly how it went?’ it was so easy to torment her, so easy to torment any girl in this shitty school. What female didn’t fall at the feet of a handsome boy? Roguish though he was, the stubble he had started to grow proudly had instantly pumped up his allure factor. If Rosie didn’t want him, there had to be something mentally wrong with her. John could see in the way she looked at him that she liked him, though. It almost felt nice. To be wanted.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 17, 2011 19:19:37 GMT -5
‘Hey, Jean!’ Amelia shouted, waving her hand wildly at the woman. The redhead glanced up from where she had been ‘reading’ a book and grinned in feigned surprise. ‘How’ve ya’ been?’ Before Bradley could grab her again, the blonde was off down the beach, almost skipping towards the other woman. She tumbled into her, enveloping her in a bone crushing hug. Jean returned it just as happily before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back to study her face. ‘You look could, Amelia,’ she smirked, ‘who knew that snotty little kid would turn it to a swan?’ ‘Shut up, Jean!’ Amelia laughed, shoving her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder to see Bradley reluctantly sauntering up to them. Quickly, she leant in and whispered in Jean’s ear, ‘he seems a bit shy - I think he still has a bit of a crush on you.’ She giggled. ‘With you in his bed?’ Jean winked. ‘I doubt it.’ The woman threw her hair over her shoulder and grinned at Bradley as he came to stand by Amelia, winding an arm around her waist. ‘What brings you down this end?’ He asked her immediately, eyes cautious. Amelia expected a cocky answer from the woman, maybe something about a holiday, but Jean lowered her eyes, shuffling in the sand. The blonde frowned, something was wrong, this didn’t seem like the right Jean. She reached out and touched her arm. ‘Hey, Jean, are you okay?’ A pang of pain was building up in her temple but she pushed it back, her eyes full of concern. ‘The thing is - it’s Xavier.’ Jean said, shoving her hands in her jean pockets. Bradley frowned. He had always loved the friendly professor. ‘What is it? Is he okay?’ Jean took a deep breath. ‘The thing is, he likes to keep a check up on mutants that have left his care and he’s been tracking you two, obviously, making sure you were okay,’ they were both looking at her with confused expressions and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. ‘I guess I should stop beating about the bush. He wants Amelia back - her powers have been doing strange things lately and he wants her closer to him, so he can keep an eye on her.’ ‘Back to the school?’ Amelia almost laughed. ‘But we have a life here. We can’t just up and leave. I can take care of myself.’ Jean looked straight into her eyes. ‘You’ve been getting headaches - voices you can’t explain, weird feelings.’ Amelia glanced down, leaning into Bradley as if he was going to protect her. ‘This is dangerous, Ame, you can leave as soon as Xavier knows you’re stable and you can handle yourself. Bradley can come too, of course.’ _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rosie raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to snort at John’s apparent ‘charm’. What did they see in him? He was good looking, yes, but she despised the whole arrogant bad boy thing he had going on and she shook her head. ‘Go set fire to yourself, Allerdyce.’ She snapped, placing each schoolbook carefully into her bag. He grinned and leant against the windowsill, flicking his zippo open and closed. ‘Ladies first.’ Rosie sighed and paused, turning to glare at him, her eyes blazing. ‘One, I am not stupid enough to set fire to anything - let alone myself. Two, I would rather throw myself in a death pit full of poisonous snakes than even spend five minutes alone with you. And three, you’re a complete idiot.’ For once he was lost for words and she hauled her bag onto her shoulder, spun round and walked away. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘Why don’t you come have tea with us?’ Amelia said brightly, ignoring the previous conversation. ‘Amelia-,’ Bradley started but Jean cut him off. ‘That would be lovely, Ame.’ She smiled.
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Post by kittypatter on Aug 17, 2011 19:57:13 GMT -5
The apartment was bigger than Jean had expected, and she smiled as they all passed over the threshold, Amelia skipping ahead to go and make some coffee. The walls were a dirty white, a bed in the far corner, a leather sofa, a flat screen. Amelia knew people who knew people. They all passed through the diner on a daily basis, sneaking around the back entrance, muttering about deals they’d found that had ‘fallen off the back of the truck’. What did it matter? The items looked shop brought and expensive, and the drivers should have looked after their lorries more carefully. Leaning on the worktop as the coffee maker gurgled and bubbled, Amelia watched Bradley with a light smile. She didn’t like strangers, but she loved to see old friends. They didn’t get a lot down here, even though the surroundings were almost heavenly sculptured, everyone just seemed to filter into the suburban background.
She didn’t want to go back to Xavier’s though, and she doubted Bradley did either. He watched his girlfriend playing with an ornament that rested by the fruit bowl. She trundled it around before her, imagining it was walking and talking, smashing into things. Amelia daydreamed a lot. ‘Why did they send you?’ Bradley asked, moving close to Storm who had settled herself on the sofa, hands between her lap. The fiery mane was longer, the fringe full, framing her face. Something was seriously wrong if Xavier had sent her to get them. The man prized Jean as though she were a trophy, an immaculate mutant whom everyone else should look up to. Everyone knew she was different, so much more advanced than they could ever hope to be. Bradley had felt jealous, now he didn’t care.
'I was free.' she joked, but Bradley shook his head, faking a laugh when Amelia glanced over at him.
'No, but why you. Is this happening to you too?'
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John bounced down the last flight of steps after her, coughing and rubbing his neck awkwardly. Had she really just said that to him? And without even flinching, full on eye contact and everything! She was a good bluffer! Hand sliding down the rail, he jumped a step and landed next to her, walking in sync. ‘Come on, Calvert. I know you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings like that.’ He went down another step, mimicking her every move as she tried to go around him. ‘Are you going to say sorry? Did they not teach you manners at your house?’ John was pushed aside as Rosie forced him away and stalked across into the lounge.
‘Don’t make me hurt you. Whatever will you do without your, uh, pretty face? You haven’t got much else.’
'Do you use that mouth when you're trying to get a guy to like you? Because I think I've found out the reason they don't.'
‘Leave me alone, John.’ Rosie’s voice was low as she turned around to glare at him. He’d gotten closer to her than she’d thought him to be, but neither of them backtracked. ‘Go and see if Kitty needs you to light a cigarette for her or something. Just stay out of my way.’
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 17, 2011 20:34:30 GMT -5
Jean leant back in her chair and shrugged. ‘All you need to know Bradley, is we need to get her to the Professor as fast as possible.’ She smiled as Amelie walked over, placing a cup of coffee in front of Jean and straightening up. ‘Does that mean there’s no time for coffee?’ She asked, almost innocently. The white dress made her blonde hair stand out around her like a halo and she smiled. ‘I’m afraid not, Amelia.’ Jean stood up. ‘We better get going. Bring anything you need.’ Amelia turned away, only Bradley noticing the way her fists clenched. ‘Amelia-,’ a plate lifted from the holder on the wall, smashing into the wall inches from Jean’s head. She flinched back, staring at her with panicked eyes. Xavier had warned her the girl might not be too happy at giving up her almost perfect life. After all, who left Miami to go to a mansion in the middle of the country? A second plate smashed, this time closer, dragging Jean from her thoughts. Snapping back into action, she lifted her hands, focusing her mind and Amelia was pushed back against the worktop. The blonde wasn’t going to go down without a fight though and she raised one of her own hands, clenching her fingers and Jean was thrown back along with the plates. ‘Amelia, she’s just trying to help! You need help!’ Bradley cried. ‘I don’t need anyone.’ Amelia snapped. Jean picked herself up. Before she had been trying not to hurt the girl, but in doing that she had got hurt herself. She was fed up with playing around now, just like her hair colour was known for, she had a short temper, and everyone in the apartment knew she was powerful than them all. She lifted her arms into the air slowly and she did, Amelia was lifted slightly off the ground, so she couldn’t move. She shrieked, thrashing her arms, plates and cups flying in random directions. One almost hid Bradley in the face had he not ducked in time. Jean kept her in the air with one hand, the other digging in her pocket. She brought out a syringe and walked up to the struggling girl. ‘Sorry, Ame.’ She muttered, and stuck the needle into the girl’s arm. ‘That should keep her quiet until we arrive in New York.’ She told Bradley, letting him take Amelia’s limp body in his arms. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rosie had managed to ditch John and she figured he had finally given up on her and gone to frolic with one of the many willing girls in the mansion. Lessons were over for the day and she was sat on the fence that bordered a field, watching as the horses grazed away in the dying sunlight. She had been surprised to find them at the mansion when she had first come, no one really rode them. Kitty had told her she had tried but had freaked out as soon as it moved and never gone near them again. Rosie liked them - they reminded her of home. She came from a small town in Texas, living on a ranch surrounded by family, cows, and horses. So she was used to hard work and she knew not to throw away good education when it came freely to her, which was why she didn’t understand why some of the mutants didn’t bother with the academic side of the school. Just because they were special didn’t mean they had magical CV’s. She looked down at the grass and held her palm out over it. A long vine wove its way out of the soil and wound round the fence, a bud opened at the top and a rose flowered instantly. She smiled. Behind her raised voices broke through the silence and one of the horses jumped forward, startled. Rosie twisted round on the fence so she was facing the other way. She raised an eyebrow in amusement as Kitty stormed up the steps, John close behind her. The girl turned on the top step. ‘You’re a fucking dick!’ She screamed before turning and slamming the door in his face. ‘Sheesh.’ John muttered, kicking at the gravel and taking out a cigarette, glaring at it as if it was the source of all his problems before sticking it in his mouth.
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Post by sanelunatic on Aug 18, 2011 16:07:42 GMT -5
Rosie wrinkled her nose as he lit the cigarette, jumping down from the fence. She could never understand why people smoked. All it brought was yellow teeth, wrinkles, and a lingering smell. Obviously all of this hadn’t affected John yet, because he looked just as attractive as he usually did - not that she thought he was good looking. He glanced up and caught her looking, a smirk replacing the scowl on his face. ‘Lovers tiff?’ She grinned. He walked up to her, leaning both arms on the fence beside her and taking a long drag on the cigarette before turning to squint up at her. ‘Who ever said anything about love?’ She shrugged. ‘I wouldn’t know.’ ‘I forgot all you country girls are virgins till you’re thirty.’ He muttered, flicking ash into the field. Without thinking Rosie reached out and grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm round. ‘Don’t do that,’ she snapped, ‘it’s bad for the horses.’ He didn’t answer with some smart remark, just raised an eyebrow and looked down to where her hand was still holding his wrist. She blushed and went to pull it away but he grabbed her wrist, and advanced on her. Automatically she backed up until her back hit the fence and she couldn’t go any further. He was so close she could smell the tobacco on his lips, mixed with the smell of mint, and his chest brushed hers slightly. He was at least a head taller than her and she glared up at him, her eyebrows knitted together sternly. ‘You’ll stay like that when the wind changes.’ He murmured, his dark eyes searching hers. ‘That’s just a myth.’ She replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her heart was going ninety to the dozen, a hot flush creeping up her neck and shivers streaking down her spine. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t, couldn’t, feel like this, not with him. This was John, her enemy, she hated him. She did. Her eyes flickered up to meet his again and then suddenly his lips were on hers - hot and desperate. She responded to him with equal eagerness, one of her arms sliding behind his neck and his hand on her waist, the other still having a tight hold on her wrist. Inside her head, alarms were blaring and she was screaming at herself to stop. But it felt too good and she pushed the thoughts away, locking them deep down inside of her. He pressed against her, his hips against hers, his lips moving against hers roughly and it almost hurt. She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped in, battling hers. She moaned into his mouth and felt his lips move upwards into a smirk. She turned her head, pushing his chest away, gasping for air. Her eyes were wide and startled. The sun had almost fully gone down now and it was getting dark - at least no one would see them if things got heavy. She blinked, where had that come from? It was just a kiss, of course nothing else was going to happen. She looked back at his face. He was breathing heavily, his eyes deep with lust, he had never looked like that with Kitty and Rosie backed away in confusion. He reached out and grabbed her waist. ‘Where’re you going?’ He asked. ‘I’m tired.’ She lied, twisting away from him. He snorted and shook his head. ‘C’mon, I know somewhere we can go.’ Without waiting for her to reply, he took her arm and lead her away from the field and the school. Rosie couldn’t help the nervous excited feeling bubbling up inside of her as the yellow lights from the mansion flickered out of view. She followed John down the side of a large hill, admiring the way the muscles in his back flexed. How had she not noticed him before? All of a sudden they stopped at the bottom of the hill and he turned, yanking her into him and claiming her lips as his once again. Her hands slipped under his shirt, tracing the edge of his boxers before moving upwards, revelling in the feel of his hard stomach. In a moment of madness, she yanked the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. In turn, he pushed her away from him, pushing her down so she was sat on the ground. She winced as the back of her head hit the hard earth but he ignored it and undid his belt buckle, staring down at her, his eyes raking up and down her slim body. She grabbed his wrist, pulling him down on top of her and he pushed his leg in between hers, forcing them apart. His hands fiddled with the button on her jeans, his breathing heavy and she leant up, grabbing the back of his head, bringing his lips down to meet hers. She felt the cold air hit her bare legs as he threw her jeans away from them, a similar fate met her top and she shivered, pressing up against his chest, needing the warmth. His hands brushed over her ribs, cupping her breasts as his lips moved down her jaw and she groaned as he kissed her neck, her hips bucking against his. He chuckled huskily and leant back, sliding his jeans down. She could feel his hardness against her leg and her breath caught in her throat. She clung to his shoulders, gasping as his fingers brushed her inner thighs. He didn’t ask her, didn’t say something romantic like she had imagined her first time to be like. It was in a field, with the person she hated most in the world. With a grunt, he jerked his hips, his whole length sliding inside of her. Her nails dug into his back, tears pricking the back of her eyes, and she moaned, arching into him. His hands were all over her now and he moaned against her neck as her hips moved up to meet him. It was over in seconds and her chest heaved up and down as he rolled off of her. He didn’t speak and she didn’t ruin the silence, just stared up at the moon, eyes wide. She could hear him moving about and she turned her head to see him slip his shirt over his head, buckling his belt back up. He smirked at her, winking, and then he was gone, stalking away. She watched as the orange glow of a cigarette butt bobbed until it faded out of sight and she was left there alone.
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