Chapter 9 - A Little Bit of X: Chapter 9


                                                     A Little Bit of X
                                                        by Volpone

                                                         Chapter 9

          "Good morning. This is Trish Trilby with a special bulletin. I'm reporting from outside
the Washington headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, where in a few
moments, Geoffrey Mason, Chief Investigator in charge of the Bishop M'bui bombing case, will
be issuing a statement.
          "This can only be to confirm what has been uncovered by recent independent
investigations... that suspected bomber and registered mutant, Anthony Jacobson, could not..
repeat... could not have been the bomber in the case. U.S. Marshals have confirmed by
eyewitness accounts that Jacobson was actually in Pennsylvania during the time videotaped
evidence...
          "Authorities are now seeking Winifred Collier, Jacobson's former supervisor, for
questioning concerning certain evidence and her connection with..."

                                        ************

          Less than two hours after the news had broken, Professor X received a call from the
Federal sponsors of the motion to suspend the X-Men's outlaw status. Though they felt it was
no longer the correct time to push the motion considering other factors (they tactfully did not
mention the jewel robberies specifically), but they had been assured by "those in a position to
know" that the anti-mutant sentiment in the Federal government had taken an abrupt
downward turn, and there was little chance on any suspension of the Bill of Rights.
          Even as he hung up the phone, Charles felt as if a weight had been lifted from him.
          One step at a time...

                                        ************

          Shortly after noon, Quinn got a call from Ed Littleton concerning Maria Villa-Lobos.
          "Q, I thought you'd want to know that the Villa-Lobos woman is being released from
Sacred Heart later today. I can keep the watch on her, or I can cut them loose, whichever you
say. What do you want us to do?"
          Quinn thought for a brief moment, then said, "Have the two door guards follow them in
a second vehicle, and have the female agent drive her here to the Xavier Mansion in Salem
Center. Then we can turn them all loose once she's under our protection here. Bonuses for a
job well done, okay?"
          Littleton agreed.
          Quinn continued. "Any word on the employment front?"
          "I think we've got a good spot for her in the metro branch of the Foundation, if she
wants it. She seems to be qualified."
          "Good. I'll let you or the appropriate department head make the offer. Anything else
need my attention?"
          "Nothing we can't handle. That's what you pay me the big bucks for."
          "Good enough. You know how to contact me if something comes up."

                                        ************

          "You're a bloody little mink, you know that?"
          His hand came up to cup the smooth firm globe of her left breast.
          "What gave you the first idea, Johnny boy?" Relay leaned forward into his grasping
hand and bit him playfully on the earlobe.
          "Oh, just the way you like to fu..."
          She stopped his mouth with hers. Their teeth grated slightly with the ferocity of the kiss.
          Relay didn't have any illusions about Pyro. He was nothing long term. He was
physically the type she liked, and he had a cute accent. She was horny and he was available.
Once their job was finished, she'd be out the door without looking back.
She pushed him back onto his bed without breaking the kiss. They hit the mattress and
bounced.
          Both laughed in a childish response to the trampoline feeling. After all, they were here
for fun.
          She took control as was her habit and rolled him over on top of her. Raising her knees
high and wide, she said, "How about if you get busy and make Relay happy?"
          He sat up, legs folded tight beneath him, holding her legs up so that he was properly
aimed, and without any preamble, shoved forward and impaled her on his waiting prick.
          She gave a hiss of pleasure and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of him inside
her, arching her back slightly as she did.
          "Come on, hot stuff... Tell me a story." She enjoyed his Aussie drawl. If she closed her
eyes, she could picture a sexy Australian movie star with his voice. It made things that much
better for her.
          Without breaking his steady rhythm, he asked, "What kind o' story do you want?"
          "Tell me a fairy tale." She kept her eyes closed and squeezed him with the muscles of
her slippery cunt.
          "Alright....
          "Once upon a time, there was this sparky little bitch named Relay. She was a terrific
lookin' sheila with a tight little..." (he gave a much more forceful thrust to emphasize his
meaning), "...package.
          "The only problem was that she liked nice things, but she was poor. She saw all the
jewels and gowns of all the princesses and said, 'I deserve those as much as they do. They
didn't earn them. Why shouldn't I have those, too?"
          While he talked, Pyro continued to pump away, not letting his story distract him from
why he was really here, which was to enjoy Relay's "tight little package".
          Occasionally, she would give an extra bit of a gasp, arching up as she writhed sensually
under his treatment, but she didn't interrupt his tale.
          "Then one day, a mysterious stranger came along and said, 'You deserve those things
as much as they do. Come with me, and you can have them all. All you have to do is take
them.'"
          "And so she went with the stranger, and when she got where he led her, she found
others like her. She met a funny little man who could make people stop in their tracks. She
met a sorceress who could whisk them anywhere they wanted to go. She met a..." He
thought quickly about how to describe Knockout without upsetting his paramour. "... vain
princess who thought she was the most beautiful woman in the land, but who had fallen in love
with a horrible ogre who abused her whenever he liked."
          That brought a chuckle from Relay, who kept her eyes shut tight and pictured the over-
mammaried bitch being forced to do whatever Sabretooth wanted. She thought that
sometimes there just might be justice in the world.
          "And she met a handsome prince who had the magic of fire, and she fell madly in love
with him."
          Yeah, right, she thought. Dream on.
          By now, Pyro was getting very close to climax, so he figured he'd better finish up the
story fast.
          "And they all formed a band who went out and took from the rich and gave to the poor,
which was themselves, and they did whatever they liked and no one could stop them because
they were the best.
          "And so they all grew richer than Midas..."
          Now Relay was close to the brink herself, and she began to squeeze him hard with her
vagina, grasping at him as she thrust more strongly into her. In seconds, Pyro stiffened and
gave a grunt as he came, straining as his body reached for that moment of perfect
culmination. She began to claw at his shoulders, shivering as she too was carried away on a
wave of orgasmic pleasure. A huge spasm raced through her and she arched high, then
flopped back and repeated the process, panting out her body's incredible release.
          Breathing like a bellows, he collapsed forward on top of her gasped out into her ear, "...
and they all lived... happily ever after."
          Or at least until the afterglow wears off, she thought irreverently.

                                        ************

          A thousand miles to the northeast, a special package arrived at the capital of Irafan by
diplomatic pouch. It had been delivered specially to the consulate in New York, then
immediately jetted to Heathrow and on to the tiny emirate that was its final destination. No
one questioned what was inside the anonymous packaging. The special envoy of General al
Masid had been given strict orders to expect the package and to forward it "without delay and
without further examination". The Colonel carried out his orders to the letter, but couldn't help
but wonder what was so important that even he, the General's right-hand man, was not
authorized to examine.

          The package was hand delivered to the General himself with all expediency. For just a
moment, he had forgotten about the package, but he remembered and quickly dismissed the
courier.
          Ringing for Yassir, he handed the plain bundle to the guard and told him, "See that this
finds its way into the proper hands."
          With a sharp salute, the guard tucked the box under his arm. Wheeling about, he left
and walked directly to his objective in the restricted wing of the palace.
          Knocking smartly at the outer door to the area, he entered without waiting for a
response, closing the doors tight behind him.
          He walked over to one of the room's occupants and, handing over the package said,
"The General said that I should deliver this to you... personally."
          A hush fell over the room's occupants as the box was opened with a feeling of great
anticipation.
          There, in the special packing, was a wide variety of assorted marital aids. Oils, lotions,
vibrators, gels, restraints... a veritable cornucopia of sexual toys.
Rosa bounced up (she was quite good at bouncing) and gave Yassir a kiss on the
cheek. (He had hoped for more, but was willing to settle for what he got.)
          She breathed in her sultry voice, "Tell the General 'Thank you... from all of us.'"
          With a knowing smile, Yassir turned and left the women to their own "devices".
          Tulip reached into the box and produced a rather large transparent orange object.
Impatiently ripping open the packaging and removing the anatomically correct phallus, she ran
her fingers down the heavily veined surface and announced, "I'll see you girls in a couple of
hours," and she scampered off in glee with her new treasure.

                                        ************

          Columbina alerted Harlequin when the encrypted message came in over the Internet.
She had it deciphered in just moments since it was simply a mathematical cypher. It would
probably take the agents monitoring the mansion's communications a week or so before they
cracked it. Jacobson was obviously counting on McCoy's brilliance to unlock the secret much
sooner.
          The message read:
          "Hank: will come in to mansion if safe passage can be arranged. Make sure
Summers agrees. Waiting for reply.
                    Your old lab partner, TJ."
          The Professor and McCoy consulted with Quinn, since it was Columbina who had
broken the code so quickly.
          "Can you think of any way to sneak him in?"
          After a moment, Quinn asked, "Is Jacobson claustrophobic?"
          Hank puzzled a moment and said, "If he should be, under the circumstances I think this
might prove a wise time to get over it."
          "Good point."
          It turned out that smuggling Jacobson in was even easier than they had anticipated. He
was currently hiding in a cottage about twenty miles from the Massachusetts campus. Since
Emma needed transportation back to the school, it was easiest if Quinn simply gave her a ride
in his new car and then brought Jacobson back with him under cover.
          Not wishing to alert the listeners in the van, Emma and Quinn made sure they
discussed their trip on the way to the car, out where any surveillance team could pick up the
conversation.
          "I do appreciate your giving me a lift like this."
          "It just gives me a likely excuse to get you alone."
          "Oh? I take it you would like to discuss... business?"
          "Ooh, I love it when a woman talks... fiscal." He held the door to the car for her, which
she acknowledged with a polite nod.
          "You wouldn't be considering some type of merger, would you?" She arched her
eyebrow, enjoying the byplay for its own sake as much as for their cover.
          "I'd be careful, my dear Ms. Frost. I just might be in the mood to attempt a hostile takeover."
          He closed the door as she gave him a challenging smile.
          Emma had the feeling that this was going to be an interesting ride.
          Maybe they should take the scenic route...

          A little over two hours later, the car returned without Emma and pulled into the drive.
          Quinn simply got out of the car and went inside, leaving Jacobson hiding in the back seat. He
strolled inside, got a change of clothes that looked almost identical to the ones he was
wearing, put them in a paper bag, took them back out and dropped them in the back seat.
          About ten minutes later, it looked to the agents in the van as if Quinn climbed out of the
back of the car he had been driving before. It puzzled them for a minute.
          "Maybe he came out when that moving van was blocking our view."
          The other nodded.
          "Yeah. That must have been it."
          "Sure. That was it."

          A few minutes later, inside the mansion, Jacobson picked himself up off the floor
rubbing his jaw.
          "Nice 'safe conduct' you have there, Summers."
          Scott was still fuming and looked as if he was ready to knock Renegade down again.
          "It isn't even a tenth of what I owe you, Jacobson. I should kick your..."
          The Professor intervened before Scott could get himself any more worked up.
          "I don't know what has passed between you two, and I don't care to know. Anthony is
here so that we can see that he is safely turned over to the proper authorities without being
eliminated in the process. We gave him our word, Scott."
          "Yeah, I know. I can still turn him over alive after I beat the crap out of him!"
          Jean realized that she had to get Scott out of there, or there was going to be more
trouble. Thank heavens Storm was keeping Logan thoroughly distracted at the moment or
they might have to take Tony to the hospital instead of the authorities.
          "Scott, he did what he had to in order to stay alive under the worst circumstances.
Come on. Let the Professor and Hank work things out with him from here."
          Grumbling, Scott allowed his wife to lead him away.
          "I am sorry about that, Anthony."
          Shifting his jaw back and forth, he said, "I can understand why he's steamed. I'd
probably have done at least as much if I were in his shoes." From the conversation with
Harlequin on the way back, he assumed that only Scott and Jean had been caught by his
pheromone, and Jean had no opportunity to tell him otherwise. The safest thing was just to
get out as quickly as could be safely arranged.
          Professor Xavier said, "Allow me to make a phone call, and I am sure we can settle
this." Turning to Quinn, he said, "Thank you for your help, Quentin."
          Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, Quinn made his exit.

                                        ************

          "We have another breaking news bulletin in the Bishop M'bui bombing. Anthony
Jacobson, formerly the leading suspect in the case and now potentially a prosecution witness,
turned himself into authorities at 4:28 this afternoon.
          "There is still no word on the whereabouts of Winifred Collier...."

                                        ************

          The silhouette on the screen was every bit as anonymous as the last time they had
spoken like this.
          "Under the circumstances, I feel it is best if we place your activities on hold until better
circumstances should present themselves."
          The figure nodded understandingly.
          "We had assumed this might be your wishes, and have placed all further plans along
those lines in a pending status."
          The General nodded in return. It was so genteel, the lovely way they traded
euphemisms, never saying what they truly meant, never spelling out "Don't kill anyone else for
now. It wouldn't look good."
          "Your efficiency has been appreciated, and I know you have other matters to look to
presently."
          "We have appreciated doing business with you, General. If you should require our
services again..."
          The screen faded to black.

                                        ************

          That evening, after the news had broken, Quinn had declared his need for a party in
celebration, and the Professor had agreed.
          The news had reached Emma and Sean almost as quickly as it had the X-Men, and
when they heard of the celebration, their students had all ganged up on them until they had
agreed that they could all attend. After all, they hadn't had a great deal to celebrate lately.
          Before long, the festivities were in high gear, spirits running higher than any time since
the onset of the Jacobson affair. Even though they were relative strangers to the group. Quinn
saw that Natalya and Maria were both invited to join the celebration.
          Rogue started some music, and Natalya quickly talked Quinn into dancing. Soon, they
were joined by several other couples, and Paige even managed to drag Jono out onto the
floor.
          Over to one side, Maria sat smiling. She wasn't up to dancing yet, but the prospect of a
new job with a good company had improved her spirits considerably. It didn't hurt that Gambit
was attending to her. If Quinn was any judge, it looked as if the Cajun had become smitten
with the pretty Latina. When he looked over to see Rogue's reaction, he was pleased to see
that she was smiling at the two as well. Hmmm... maybe things were working out well after all.
          After about an hour or so, Meltdown asked Quinn if he would bring out his guitar.
          When he tried to beg off, claiming he knew that there were other musicians in the group, he
was bombarded by others seconding Tabitha's suggestion until he agreed, even thought he
seldom needed much encouragement to play for friends. No one thought to ask Tabitha
where she had heard Quinn play before, and it was soon forgotten who had suggested it.
          Quinn was no stranger to public performances. As he began playing, he said over the
top of the musical lead in, "How about if we start off with something especially appropriate to
today?" and led into Van Morrison's Days Like This.
          His performance was greeted with enthusiastic applause, and he followed it with Bob
Marley's Three Little Birds, and then Mason Willliams' Classical Gas, (of course without
orchestral back-up). He moved into Joe Walsh's Help Me Through the Night, which several
ladies were pleased to assume was directed at them, which was fine.
          He had just finished a faithful rendition of Sultans of Swing and I Can't Dance when he
announced that the next song was for Storm. It drew appraising looks from several
teammates, but a couple of his listeners began to smile as they recognized the intro, and his
slightly revised lyrics to Witchy Woman let the rest in on the joke:
          "Snow white hair and ruby lips
          Sparks fly from her fingertips
          Echo voices in the night
          She's a restless spirit on an endless flight."
          Each time he reached a portion of the lyrics which could be interpreted as referring to
Storm, it drew another round of chuckles from his audience, and when he played the final
chords, the group broke into applause and whistles.
          As the clapping began to die, Quinn suggested, "How about one for Lorna now?", and
launched into Magnet and Steel, which drew more laughter. Before he had gotten much
beyond the first chorus, Bobby whispered something to Lorna, who gave him an elbow in the
ribs and called out into a break in the lyrics, "Don't leave the guys out. How about Bobby?"
          The guitarist interrupted his song and called back, "Too easy!", breaking into Cold As
Ice, which brought down the house.
          Having set up the format, he wasn't very far into the song when Rogue requested a
song about Remy, and Quinn promptly changed styles completely, merging seamlessly into Fun
On The Bayou. After one chorus, Jubilee called out "Do Ev!", and Quinn segued into The
Police's Synchronicity. Jean asked him to do Scott, and he dropped into an old Loggins &
Messina song that puzzled almost all his audience until he reached the chorus of Angry
Eyes...
          "What a shot you could be
          If you could shoot at me
          With those Angry Eyes..."
at which point Scott acted as if he had been shot in the chest with an arrow, to the amusement
of all.
          Before someone could throw out another name, Quinn announced, "This one's for
Bishop," (who was standing back against one wall exchanging low comments with Logan,) and
almost everyone was laughing hard long before he got to the song's lyrical punchline of I'll Be
Watching You, and even Bishop gave a loud snort in response. When the laughter didn't die
out fast enough for someone to suggest another name, Quinn kept playing but stopped
singing long enough to say, "Someone, quick, gimme another name before Bishop decides I'm
making a pass at him!" and gave them the opening notes of Dueling Banjos with his best
inbred hillbilly expression.
          Sean came to his rescue by asking, "Do us a bit o' something for Emma."
          Quinn responded, "Piece of cake," and came back with a stately rendition of God Save
the Queen, but after a moment interrupted himself by saying, "Wait a minute! I've got a better
one. And remember, Emma, this is meant with love." He then launched into a boisterous
version of Elton John's The Bitch is Back, receiving a disdainful look from Emma but
tumultuous cheering from the Gen-Xers.
          The song had such a contagious beat that in moments all of the couples were back
dancing.

          In the back of the room, Charles commented to Betsy, "I'm pleased that my belief in
Harlequin does not seem to have been misplaced. The problems that we face on a daily basis
sometimes seem so overwhelming. We forget that enjoying the life we have is as important as
improving our lives to come."
          Betsy nodded, then changes tacks.
          "It's curious. At most times, I feel I would barely sense he's there without my psy. But
when he sings, I feel as if I can sense everything he wants me to feel. Foolish, I know.
Probably wishful thinking on my part."
          The Professor corrected her. "You are not mistaken. I was unaware until this evening
of the phenomenon, but you are correct. See how Jean and Emma both react to him. Even
Jonathon senses it. Usually Harlequin is shielded, but when he sings, it seems that he
becomes a projective empath. Fascinating. I was not aware that Quentin could project at all
without physical contact. I do not doubt that everyone here can feel him, but most are
completely unaware of what is happening. They merely know that they are enjoying the music
and laughter, not knowing that they are sharing in what he himself is feeling."
          "His emotions run so strongly," observed Betsy, thinking back to the other evening. His
projective abilities would certainly explain why she had reacted so strongly to him. It gave
Betsy something to ponder.

          Back at the main group, Quinn was beginning Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?,
and some of the couples self-consciously left the dance floor, but were replaced by others. To
get back to something more would be likely to dance to, he dropped into a rendition of
Unchain My Heart which fell somewhere between the Ray Charles and Joe Cocker versions.
          As the song ended, Hank asked, "Do you know any Sinatra?", a suggestion which was
roundly booed down by the Gen-Xers.
          Monet added, "Would you happen to know anything not fifty years old?", and Quinn
dropped into John Mellencamp's Your Life Is Now, figuring it was a likely compromise, then
went on to David Cook's Come Back to Me.
          When he had finished, Quinn turned to Teresa and asked if she would sing if he played
for her. She wanted to do a disco tune, but Quinn looked as if he suddenly smelled something
bad. They finally compromised by teaming up an a rendition of Fair and Tender Ladies, then
followed it up with Shenandoah, Quinn singing melody and Teresa harmonizing above.
Since the tempo of the evening had been brought down to a less frenzied level, Quinn
set aside his guitar and did an a capella version of The Parish of Dunkeld, and thought few
understood most of the colloquial Scottish, they all could tell by the way he sang what most of
it meant. Still without guitar he gave them Silly Wizard's Ramblin' Rovers and before he was
done, he had most everyone clapping in time to the infectious rhythm.
          When he finished, Logan moved as if to leave the party, but as he did so, Quinn called
out, "Logan! Here's one for you and me." Leaving his guitar aside, he began a folk song no
one recognized with the exception of Logan, who paused at the doorway with his back turned
to listen. As Quinn closed his eyes, he began to sing of the explorers who had sailed
Canada's arctic waters in an earlier time.
          "...Seeking one warm line
          Through a land so wild and savage,
          And make a Northwest Pasage to the sea."
          Eyes still closed, the song poured out of Quinn, carrying with it such a sense of longing
and aloneness that his audience sat or stood in rapt silence. His voice stayed strong and
steady, but no one present was surprised as tears began to slide from beneath his closed
eyelids, passing unnoticed down his face, making their own lonesome journey as they fell
unheeded. Though the lyrics were not particularly sad, by the end of the song, most of the
ladies and even a couple of the men had tears in their own eyes. As the last note died, Logan
turned and broke the silence.
          "Stan Rogers did it better."
          Quinn nodded. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
          Logan returned the nod and left.
          The cryptic exchange made no sense to any but the two involved, but everyone could
tell that something significant had passed between the two.
          Jubilee was the first to move, and she crossed the short distance to Quinn, leaned over
and gently kissed his cheek.
          Breaking the spell of the moment, he smiled, wiped away the tears drying on his face
and said, "Enough of this serious shit," picked up his guitar and began Jimmy Buffet's
Volcano, following it with Addicted to Love and Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic to regain
the celebration spirit, but the mood had been broken and soon Storm was the next to call it an
evening. Before long, Hank, Bishop, Betsy, the Professor and the Summers took their leave
as well. Emma decreed that her charges were in need of their sleep, so all the Gen-Xers were
herded towards their rooms.
          Before Emma and Sean could remove them all, Quinn stood and crossed to Synch,
grabbing him by the upper arm and saying to Emma, "I just need to borrow Ev here for a
moment." He lead the younger man over to one side and began speaking in a low but earnest
voice that didn't carry far enough for anyone else to overhear. Emma was tempted to
"eavesdrop", but she decided that Ev deserved a little privacy. She trusted Quinn... to a point.
          The conversation went on for a minute or two, and it was obvious that Ev was rather
embarrassed by a couple of Quinn's comments, but by the time they were done, he had
squared his shoulders and there was a look of determination about him. He shook hands with
Quinn, and preceded Emma out of the room.
          As the last few decided to imitate their colleagues, Tabitha was hoping to sneak Quinn
away from Natalya's close attention, but Rogue noticed Tabitha hanging close to the other
two.
          "Tabitha, come over here, won'tcha? I gotta talk to ya'll."
          Tabitha stopped, looking after Quinn and Natalya as they wandered off towards his
room, deep in conversation, and then turned back to Rogue.
          "Catch me in the morning, okay?"
          Rogue was having none of it.
          "No, we gotta talk now, sugah. You leave them be and come along."
          Torn between conflicting imperatives, Tabitha almost defied Rogue and followed the
couple anyway, but before she could, Rogue crossed to her and took her by the arm, leading
her gently but very, very firmly in other direction.
          "They need a little privacy 'bout now, and they're gonna git it if I gotta sit on ya'll. A man
doesn't lahk it if you try too hard, sug. Ya'll may still git a chance. Be patient."
          Tabitha was tempted to blurt out that she'd already had a chance and had taken it, but
decided it would sound like either a boast or a lie, so she kept quiet and allowed Rogue to
steer her away from the departing couple.

                                        ************

          "Oh, Scott, I love it when you're in a mood like this." Jean eased herself onto the rigid
column of manliness that was poised at the entrance of her seemingly ever-ready pussy, and
she gave out a loud purr of pure animal satisfaction as it slowly filled her up more and more
until she couldn't take any more. Then she relaxed her head back until it hung slightly back
over the side of the bed.
          "Whatever makes you happy, Red," replied her husband.
          "Ooh... why don't you come over here where I can spread a little of this (gasp!)
happiness around?"
          "How 'bout if you concentrate on what yer doin' already, sport?" Logan said, and he
began to thrust more forcefully into Jean's eager cunt.
          She gave a laugh that changed into another gasp and asked, "Why, Logan... you sound
as if you're not... enjoying yourself," and she clamped down with the muscles lining her tight,
hot cleft.
          Logan's only reply was a snarl, but she knew exactly how well she was doing by his
responses.
          Cyclops reminded him, "And it is my wife you're making use of. You'd think you could
share a little."
          Jean smiled back at her naked husband, who was now standing close enough that
when she reached up over her head, she was able to put one hand on his hip and pull him
closer to the bed.
          "Logan's only being selfish. We both know there's enough of me to go around." And,
tilting her head back just a bit more, she pulled him closer until she could fill her mouth with
her husband's delightful cock.
          Scott happily stood there over his wife's head, letting her incomparable lips work their
magic on him as he gently matched her motions with his hips, playfully challenging her just a
bit, knowing this would only please her even more, which she happily showed him by greedily
trying to swallow him down to the root.

                                        ************

          Rogue had been so involved in running interference for Natalya that she hadn't noticed
that Remy and Maria had also wandered off together. It wouldn't have made much difference.
Despite their mutual attraction, their quasi-romance would likely never be anything more. She
wouldn't begrudge Gambit this. She would be happy that he had found someone to share
with. Well... maybe not exactly happy, but at least content.
Remy had suggested they go to Maria's room, since he hadn't anticipated company and
his place was a mess.
          Though he had been doing his best to charm Natalya's lovely friend with the thought of
getting her alone, as he closed the door behind him, Remy had a sudden attack of nobility. He
felt like he was rushing her.
          "Chere, maybe you need rest tonight. Gambit come back tomorrow and show you
around."
          He moved back toward the door.
          Maria didn't feel rushed. She felt lonely, and didn't want to be alone tonight. Tonight
she felt like she needed the arms of a man around her, and she was very drawn to this
charming Cajun. She certainly wasn't prudish. She'd taken home men from bars she knew
less than him. The prospect of his spending the night was not the least bit unattractive.
          "Remy..."
          He stopped.
          "Oui, chere?"
          "Do you have to go?"
          He gave her a long, serious look.
          "You sure you want me t' stay?"
          She smiled at him. He loved to pretend he was such a louse, but he was so sweet like
this, not wanting to "take advantage" of her. It made her want him to stay even more.
          "Yes, Remy. I want you to stay very much."
          She voice had just the slightest trace of Hispanic accent, and it made her just that much
more sexy to him. Suddenly, he lost his noble resolve, came back to her and gently gathered
her into his arms.
          "Gambit's no fool."
          He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.
          Maria realized she was dangerously attracted to this man. She could find herself falling
for him without any trouble.
          Oh, what the hell!
          She melted against him and did her best to make him feel that he was the luckiest man
around.Neither one seemed to be trying to seduce the other. It just seemed to work out that
way.
          In just a few minutes, he was out of his shirt and her blouse joined it on the floor, but
things came to a sudden halt when Gambit spotted the bandages around her ribs.
          "I forget you been hurt. You need rest, not be pawed by a clumsy Cajun."
          She held on to him tight, not letting him go anywhere.
          "I need you here. Please, Remy? Stay with me?"
          Slowly he smiled down at her.
          "Okay, chere, but you tell me if you hurt."
          Reaching behind herself to undo her bra, she said, "You'll just have to keep me
distracted then... won't you?"
          Gambit felt like he'd just rubbed the genie's lamp and his wishes were coming true.
          Despite a couple of slight bruises that still showed from the attack, Remy had to admit
that Maria was a beautiful woman in every way. Her hair was a glossy black that fell to her
waist. Her face reminded him of some of the "fancy" women he'd seen in New Orleans, with
flashing eyes and rich, perfect skin. Her eyes laughed even when she was being serious.
She looked like someone you could be happy around. And her body... well, let's just say that
as far as Remy was concerned, gumbo came in a poor second.
          As she knelt and began working at the front of his trousers, he forgot all about the
women of New Orleans. Looking down at her like that, Remy felt a surge of lust that he hadn't
known in years.
          Maria knew exactly what kind of effect she had on him. She didn't want him treating her
like some fragile doll. If that meant getting him a little crazy...
          No sooner was his fly undone than she knew getting him a little crazy wasn't going to be
difficult. He was already ramrod stiff, jutting out the front of his pants in salute to how sexy she
was.
          "My, my, Remy. You do know how to make a girl feel appreciated."
          She wrapped her fingers around him and gave him a slow, even stroke. Oh, yes... she
was going to enjoy getting him crazy.
          Leaning forward, she held his erection up against his body and gently kissed his crinkly
testicles. His breath hissed in through his teeth, then came back out as a low "mmm".
          Looking up at him through lowered lashes, she asked, "Now aren't you glad you
decided to stay?" She let him drop back down far enough that she could bring her lips down
over the head of his cock. Applying some suction, she rotated her head around in a tight little
circle, keeping just the head covered. With her hand, she continued to stroke his length,
making his breath catch in his throat.
          As she continued to suck at the first couple of inches of his erection, she took hold of
his pants and pulled then down around his ankles until he could step out of them, leaving him
completely naked.
          Remy was unsure what to do with his hands. He might come across like a womanizer,
but behind closed doors he was much more of a gentleman. After tentatively moving his
hands a couple of times without ever really doing anything with them, Maria realized that she
was going to have to give him some pointers.
          Without letting up on her fabulous fellatio, she took his right hand and guided it behind
her head and into her hair. Wrapping his fingers into her dark tresses, she moaned out an
unmistakable "um-hmm". She held his hand and wordlessly demonstrated how she wanted
him to control some of her motion by using her hair to direct her. She let him to know that she
wanted him to hold her this way, that it was all right to show her what he liked. Then she
released his right hand, took his left one and guided it to her breast. She pressed his hand to
her firmly, giving an extra toss to her head to emphasize the point, and then closed his fingers
over her, squeezing to show him that this too was all right... that she enjoyed it and it made
things even more enjoyable for her.
          Gambit might be a bit slow at times, but he was never stupid. He was soon helping her
to know exactly what he liked the best, pulling gently but firmly at her hair to reinforce the
motion as he continued to squeeze at her perfect breast.
          Maria gave a poignant moan as his fingers tweaked at her erect nipple, and Remy
began to grow bolder. He pulled her to him more strongly, and she responded eagerly, happy
to give him the pleasure he so clearly welcomed.
          Suddenly, his hand tightened painfully in her hair, and Maria realized she had pushed
him too far. She had been so intent on driving him crazy that she a driven him right over the
edge.
          Knowing there was no turning back now, she began to coax him along with little moans
each time she bobbed her head, letting him know this was okay as well.
          She got ready as he gasped, "Now, chere!", and she felt his hot semen jet into her
mouth. She pumped up and down on his rod, trying to coax forth every bit of his sticky seed.
          His cock jerked half a dozen more times, adding to the growing load on her tongue. When
she was sure he was done, she looked up into his blissful face, smiled, and very...
deliberately... swallowed.
          His hand gently stroked her raven hair as he said, "I wanted you dere wit' me, chere,
but you be too good at what you do."
          She smiled at the complement, not at all put out at this turn of events.
          "No problem, Remy. You're fun. I enjoyed myself a lot."
          Giving her a roguish grin, he said, "Good, because now Gambit get to enjoy himself too.
Now you see dat we Cajuns basically French at heart."
          He skinned off her pants easily, and he got his second surprise of the evening. It
seemed that Maria was a woman who took her grooming very seriously, because she was
shaven smooth between her thighs, an indication that she was more recreational in the
bedroom than he had assumed.
          He made her lay back on the bed and began to kiss his way down her warm, sleek
body. He made a great production of it, beginning at her throat and shoulders before patiently
moving downwards towards her lovely chest. He didn't zero in on her nipples immediately, but
ever so slowly wound his way towards the peak by slowly kissing his way all the way around
each breast several times, slowly getting closer to their pointy summit. He had her giving little
moans of pleasure well before he wrapped his lips around the upstanding point at the peak.
Maria's hand came up and she slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him firmly to her, giving a
little hiss and gasp as his teeth nipped softly at the nubbin of flesh.
          He was patient and considerate, taking plenty of time before he began slithering his
way down her wonderful body, carefully avoiding the bandaged areas on her ribs. By the time
he had gotten down to her perfectly smooth mound, she was growing impatient, wanting him
to stop teasing and get on with what she knew was to come.
          Gambit was only too happy to give in. He began by giving her a kiss or two, but when
she grabbed his hair none too gently and pulled him firmly into the junction of her thighs, he
gave up the idea of being subtle and began to tongue away at her intimate bits more strongly.
Maria gave a throaty laugh as his clever tongue began to bathe the area, swirling around, not
following any set pattern, but producing some incredible sensations in her. He dipped his
tongue deeply into her slick canal a time or two, but overall continued to concentrate on the
outer area, finally sliding two fingers inside her so that his tongue and lips could concentrate
on her prominent clitoris.
          "Ah AHHH!", was all Maria managed in response, but her body jerked and trembled as
the Cajun took control of her body, making her raise her hips to meet his questing lips without
her even consciously doing so. Her body was reacting on its own with no real direction from
her. She simply went along for the ride as he teased the responses from her.
          Soon, a third finger joined the first two, and Maria almost flopped him off the bed as she
arched up so strongly his lips lost contact with her. But he quickly followed up and buried his
face back between her silken thighs and tongued boldly at the center of her joy, not letting the
moment pass.
          Her muscles seemed to freeze, her back arched high off the mattress, only her
shoulders and feet supporting her. Remy made her come with a cry that started very softly, as
if forced from somewhere deep down, but then bursting loudly to the surface as she flopped
against the mattress, only to arch up and lock there again, repeating the same constricted cry.
          She did it a third time before she collapsed back against the surface of the bed, panting in
exhaustion as her hand gently caressed the side of his face.
          Remy held very still for several moments, knowing that if she relaxed for a moment, she
might be more prepared for what came next.
          After laying there for almost a minute without being able to form any words, Maria finally
managed, "Where... did you ever... learn to do... THAT!" It was obviously the most sincere
compliment she could think of under the circumstances.
          "Don' you know we Cajuns all got natural talent, chere?" he smiled.
          "Natural talent?" She smiled languidly down at him, his face still looking up at her from
between her glistening thighs.
          "You ready fo' another demonstration, petite? 'Cuz Remy got 'nother su'prize fo' you."
          He began crawling up the bed over her until, staying low and rubbing against her
fabulous skin as he went, not giving her a chance to see completely. When he was even with
her, he said, "You ready now, ma belle?"
          She felt what he was talking about just moments before he flexed his hips and the tip of
his once-again erect penis found entrance to her incredibly slippery pussy.
          Her eyes got large at the sensation of his erection, since she thought she had finished
him for the evening. It proved that he was a bit more exceptional in this way as well.
          He flexed forward a bit at a time, each time filling her a bit more as he slowly pushed
more and more of himself into her tight cleft. After a few more pushes, she felt him tight to
her, and as he began to rock gently, she gave him a heart-felt groan of pure sensual pleasure.
He felt just incredible as he made love to her, his stiffness a testament to how sexy he found
her.
          "Dis more to yo' lahkin', chere?" he drawled.
          She forced herself to respond, "Oh, gu... god, Remy...!" and then lapsed back into
silence as she gasped again. Her face showed clearly that he was giving her a feeling far
beyond what she had expected. Her eyes rolled up until just a bit of the iris showed, her lids
dropping almost closed as she groaned and pushed up to meet his thrusts, her fingers
clutching feverishly at the blankets beneath them. She was overloading quickly, and he gave
a grin as she hooked her feet behind his back, urging him on as she gasped yet again, her
trembling showing how close she was to another orgasm.
          Her hands came up and involuntarily clawed at his back as she bit him on neck,
whimpering out repeatedly as each wave of climax made her hunch and shake under him. He
paused for just a moment as she clutched at his ass, holding him still for just a moment as she
strained, then she gave another mighty groan in his ear and flopped again as the next surge
took her. He began to move again, driving firmly into her until she again held him tight,
reaching for the next incredible wave of pleasure. As she peaked, she cried out,
          "NgggggggggggggggggoooooooO..!" and her muscles bucked in release. Another wave
followed hard on its heels, and then another.
          As her trembling subsided, Gambit let her relax for a minute to regain her breath, and
she finally purred in contentment, signaling what she thought was the end of things.
          He began to move stroke into her again, and Maria's eyes flew wide. She hadn't even
realized that Remy hadn't finished with her, so wrapped up she had been in her own
indescribable pleasure. He smiled down at her as he began to thrust more forcefully.
          "Wh... wha... uh... oh... ooooooooOOOW!", and the next thing she knew, she was
coming again, unable to resist her body's uncontrollable reaction to his lovemaking. His hard
cock stroked strongly against her g-spot each time he pushed forward, causing her little stabs
of pleasure.
          Finally, Maria got hold of herself enough to gain a degree of self-control. She managed
to push down her body's demand that she give in to yet another orgasm, and began to
seriously concentrate on giving Remy a portion of what she'd been feeling. She rolled him
over onto his back without letting him out from deep within her, sat up, and getting her knees
under her, she began to roll her hips in a motion that kept him completely imbedded inside her
but created a wonderful slippery friction. She grasped at him firmly and began to clench the
muscles of her vagina more strongly in time to the rocking of her pelvis, forcing a groan from
Remy this time. She smiled as she swayed sensually atop him, looking down at him with a
smoldering look that told him that he had better get ready for the ride of his life.
          Suddenly, she changed rhythms, rocking back and forth more quickly (one-two) then
pausing two beats (three-four) before repeating it, moving with greater urgency, not letting him
back off as she sensed his rising excitement. She wasn't about to let him escape this time.
She had every intention of pushing him past the point where he could hold back any longer.
          She gazed down at his reclining form, smiling wantonly as she drove him firmly within
her, then brought her hands up to tease him, cupping her own breasts as she looked at him,
licked her lips, and closed her eyes as a look of incredible sexual satisfaction came over her.
She continued to caress her chest, giving a high, throaty moan to show him how good it felt.
          His garnet eyes ignited with a hungry fire as he lost the last of his reserve. Remy
began to thrust up into her strongly, and Maria gave a small delighted squeal as he exerted
himself. She began to bounce up and down on him, her full breasts swaying strongly with the
motion as she put her hands flat on his stomach to steady herself.
          After a a minute more of this, Remy gave a stifled oath, "Sacre merde!", and then
groaned mightily as his climax began to peak. He slammed up into the gorgeous Latin woman
riding him, blasting his come deep inside her as she very vocally joined him. He could feel
how his semen jetted up hard within her. Her eyes closed tight, and she keened out in
ecstasy as she felt his orgasm trigger her own. Hunching hard again and again, she met his
eager thrusts with a tender violence that made her soar as her lust exploded.
          Finally, unable to keep it up any longer, Maria wilted slowly down against the man who
had made her feel so totally desired, and kissed him soundly in thanks.
          He grinned his charming louse smile at her as he said, "You incredible, petite. You got
plenty of natural talent yo'self."
          "Just trying to give as well as I got", she said happily as she snuggled her cheek against
his strong chest, closing her eyes in contentment.
          It was wonderful to feel safe once again.
