Title: Psylocke’s Pursuit 1
Author: Lumamistic;
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: I don’t own them except the Angie.
Summary: The adventure junkie wants a man so she goes after the hairy beast we all love and adore. I gave back the telepathic ability cuz it cool. ADULT RATED

Life always had its ups and downs for Betsy. First off being a mutant, then becoming blind, and worse of all having your body switched with ninja with a thirst for sexual contact. Actually this body was a great body but why in god’s name did it have to be so horny. Not one day could pass without her feeling hot and lustful at the sight of

Cyclops’s costume snuggling every muscle when he moved to attack or defend.

Scott "The Real One Eye Willie" was happily married to that sweetly innocent redhead Jean. He couldn’t give Betsy any loving because of his loyal noble good husband routine. So being in the Danger Room with the team made her list her options. Well, their was of course Gambit but he was knee deep in emotional problems with the "never can touch" woman Rogue. She was sure what he needed was a good absorption of his powers to change his mind but that seem unlikely. What she needed was a man to give her sex and good sex then leaves in the morning. Someone she could call on at a moment’s notice. Someone without problems emotional or physical. Well there was one man who could give her the satisfaction she craved for. Logan was a gorgeous brute with sexual misery of his own.

He had loved and been deserted. She knew he wasn’t ready for another round a bout in the relationship section but she wasn’t looking for one. She wanted a good time to release so of the pressure of her new body. Men of his breed were scarce. She ducked a punch from a one of the robot’s signaling her that the battle had begun. She launched a kick to its face and headed for her next target: Logan. He was in a war with an 8-foot tall robot attached with a sharp knife. It wanted his face but only grasped his fist in its own. The robot returned with a dented face and a clawed chest then fell to the ground. "Nicely put I believe." She tapped the mutilated robot with her foot and smiled tentatively at her teammate. "Er…We’re not done yet…. DUCK!" Bright red beams came crashing at her and nearly miss her head by inches. "Thanks for the lookout, Logan" But he had already begun another battle with a steel rope-flinging machine.

After a long couple of hours they departed to the lounge sweaty and tired of the Professor’s creations. "Ah never had such a fight last so long." Rogue had begun to show a pout on her small face. She rubbed her aching shoulder and grimace at the pain she was receiving. Remy pushed her gloved hands away and worked his own into circular movements. "Remy good at fixin’ de pains, Chere." They sat on the couch together wishing for a more intimate way of releasing her stress. Betsy watched them closely wondering how such a couple could be without real touch. She loved the way a man would take hold of her full breasts and suckle each one tenderly. The rough routine that would take place in each other’s arms. " God." She muttered under her breath. I do need a man. Jean turned her head sharply at her and smiled. * Yes I think you do *

*Pickings are slim but I’m thinking of Logan * A laugh broke the calm air. Jean was laughing at her. "What’s so funny?" The man in question raised his head from his nap in the nearby chair. "Oh really its nothing. Betsy can you help me with dinner?" They left together and decided to occupy their ‘dinner time’ with a cup of tea.

"Betsy he’s a hard one to understand are you sure you want him?"

"What difference does it matter to you? You have Scott right?," her tone was slightly sharp at the thought that maybe the two had a secret fling going on.

"No no…its just I do care about him…I don’t want him hurt again." She finished off her tea and rose to fix pasta for dinner.

"Well nice chatting with you and I’m not really good in the kitchen so I’ll take my leave." She left and headed outside to clear her thoughts and body of anymore lustful feelings. She heard a car clunker down the driveway and decided to greet the late arrival. What she found was a couple bond that would make things difficult for her.

Jubilee had decided it was time for a visit, a visit that was long over due to the mansion. Being on with Generation-X had limited her free time to visit her fellow X-men. Years had passed since she been to the School of Gifted Youngsters. She had been a youngster herself when she had attended the X-men but now 19 she wasn’t so young. Life had changed greatly for the sparkling wonder. Things had changed. Her powers changed. Her abilities before were an erratic explosion without direct control. People had been seriously damaged whenever she lost her temper but now like her life, her abilities changed. Over time she managed to control them but it was still to powerful. She had been training in secret to surprise everyone that she had finally overcome her handicap but when she electrified all the circuits in the Danger Room she thought better of it.

I’m sure I can trust the Professor. Maybe he can help me further. I’m scared I might kill someone one day! She drove her car up the driveway and spied the motorcycle. The black bike gleamed brightly in the sun. The black-stone studded leather seat was wiped clean and had a can of cleaner was on top.

She got out of her deathtrap vehicle and slammed the door hard to make sure it would catch. "Wolvie? Are ya out here?" She placed the cleaner on the ground and sat on the bike. She rubbed her palms on the handles and smiled. She pictured herself wrapped around him while having her long black hair flown back. He would drive to the cliffs and they would be into each other’s arms holding another watching the sun dip into night. "Get off my bike!" Her fantasy lover came out of the garage with his large arms filled with tools and a biker babe magazine sticking out from his jeans back pocket.

"Wolvie! Its been so long don’t you recognize me at all!" She leaped from the bike and bounced towards him. "Jubes? Your all grown up!," she snatched the magazine from his jeans and held it teasingly in front of his face. "Well you haven’t! This is plain trash."

He dropped his tools and tried to grab it but a wrench hit his foot. "Shit! Damn it just give it back or throw it away!," he yelled while jumping around holding his poor foot but the pain only lasted seconds. "O.k. I’ll get rid of it!" She flunged it into the trash and started to pick up his tools. "Ya know most guys have a tool belt. It happens to be a useful item." "Well I an’t most men." She looked back up at him and whispered under her breath, "No. No you’re not, Logan." He left her to the tools and walked over to her car. "You’re driving this piece of shit! If I kick it’ll fall apart!" She placed his tools in the tray next to his bike and came over. "Then don’t kick it! It was all I could afford so shut up! Emma has this thing now about how we’re spoiled by the professor so I did my chores but made little dough."

"Can I at least fiddle with it?" She smiled and gave him the keys. "Do what you can just don’t make it any worse then it already is." She made it to the doorway and turned around, "Oh! And remember I want dinner with you tonight so be ready by 6." She ran inside before he could decline but he just grinned.

Psylocke came from behind the corner and saved his magazine from the trash then sent it flying towards his head. It hits its mark. "Ouch! Still playin’ games, kid?"

"Well not the ones for children." He jumped as she touched his shoulder. "Fixing little one’s vehicle huh?" He answered with a grunt and moved away from her to return to his work. He leaned over the engine and began to fiddle with the spark plugs. When he lifted his head to reach for a part he saw her directly across. She was leaning over expertly showing off her breasts and wearing a seductive smile on her lips. Betsy was wearing a deep red low cut top and tight fitting jeans that sculpted her legs to its full feminine style.

He knew she held under the clothing a body of a goddess. A womanly shaped body that would have him aching for hours. She smelled invigorating of jasmine and her soft Asian features were clear and define. He wanted her but having another love life would be crippling to his lone wolf routine. "Do you really want to waste your time fixing a piece of shit or having a bit of fun with me?"

"What ya getting at, Bets?" She leaned her face onto her hands and grinned. "Theirs a little get together in the Professor’s office that will begin to start shortly. What did you think I meant… a quick rustle in the bushes?" She rose from her stance and wrapped her arms around her and grunted to herself. "Interesting as it would be to teach ya true meaning of bush loving let’s crash a party." He turned towards her and raised his arm. "Why aren’t we the gentlemen." She hooked his arm and made way for the party.

Jubilee knocked at the Professor’s door and waited what seemed hours. *Come in.* She walked in and was surprise by the sight of everyone laughing and holding a cake in front of her. "Surprise! Welcome back!" "I’m just visiting guys!" She stepped back a bit from the strange people who are her friends. They threw me a party! I’m so glad I came! A tingling sensation drummed in her body. Pressure began to build in her hands and her fingers began pulsing with energy. "Shit!"

She ran outside and her hands flared up with electricity. She turned to zap a tree and collapsed to the ground. The tree was now branchless, burnt, and on fire. Ororo came to her friend’s side and mumbled a few words at the tree. A small dark cloud appeared over the tree and rain poured extinguishing the flames. One firework emerged from Jubilee’s finger and hit its mark. Ororo screamed in agony as the spark damaged her shoulder.

Jubilee quickly patted her arm then wrapped Ororo’s arm with her jacket. "I’m so sorry! You’ve got burned." Storm meekly smiled and touched Jubilee’s cheek. "It is not your fault, child." She got up and walked to Hank for him to take a look. "It needs to be cleaned and wrapped but you’ll be fine." Logan came running over to his fallen comrade.

"Jubilee! What the hell happened?" He squatted next to her and held her close. "What happened?" "I…I zapped a tree and she got… she got hurt. I hurt Ororo!" Tears fell down her cheeks and she shucked violently in his arms. "It wern’t ya fault." His touching voice soothed her emotional spasm and soon she began to calm down. "You didn’t mean to so it wern’t ya fault." He lifted her up into his arms and carried her inside. She had fallen asleep from the stress so he simply placed her on the couch in the living room. He mumbled ‘good night’ and left to search out Ororo.

He found her in her attic and to his surprise so was Betsy. He noticed that Betsy was flamin’ mad at something by her loud pacing thumps and the stern look on her face.

"It’s absurd! Crazy! She’s deranged! How can she possibly be under control with that…that ‘fireworks’ she called it!" She stomped her foot on ‘fireworks’ and walked over to her friend. "Now Betsy, she didn’t mean to hurt me. It was an accident. Calm down or they’ll hear you."

"Bloody hell better hear me! She is a danger to us all and he doesn’t need to be around that!"

"Come on she is like a daughter to him. You can’t really mean that?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Besides he’s listening to us right now anyway." She walked to the

door and bowed to him. "If you will join us?" He entered and sat at Ororo’s side.

"Alright?"

"I will recover. It was barely a burn but quite an annoyance. Please do not take what Betsy said seriously it was out of concern for our well being." She had a pleading look in her eyes. One thing that always made him weak was to see Ororo asking for a favor. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity then said something he knew later he would regret. "I forgive you fer your stupidity on teenagers, Elizabeth." She stepped closer to the door and walked out without a word then in the hallway muttered.

"What’s her problem anyway?" He was staring at the door in no surprise that she walked out. Betsy was a stubborn woman like him and just like him she didn’t like people listening in on her conversations. "She is worried about you, Logan. She is fearful of Jubilee."

Ororo climbed out of bed and walked to the balcony. He soon followed her out. "Shes afraid of the kid!"

"She afraid of her insurgent power. Shes worried about you getting hurt."

"Well shes worried for nothin’ Jubes wouldn’t hurt me."

"I know she would not mean to but her power is uncontrollable. She needs more practice and I do not think being here with all of us will help her concentration."

"I’ll have a word with Chuck. Hope ya feel better."

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When Jubilee woke an hour later and she had the worse thought. I hurt Storm. I’m a weakness to the team. She decided to find her room and clear her thoughts for a while. Logan was sitting on her bed holding her suitcase in his hands. "Thought you might want this. Mind tellin’ me what happened out there." She took her belongings and began to unpack. "Yah, so I got excited and a tree blew up." He watched her take out some jeans and placed them in the dresser and noticed her wet cheeks. "You o.k., Jubes.," he turned her face to his and wiped her face. "Ya been crying? Ororo be alright." He had been concerned about the girl and didn’t notice the woman before him until now. He saw her eyes fall down, her small doe-like blue eyes. She had grown up while away and now returned as a woman. She held herself like a lady but he could see the childish innocence within her. She was still young and helpless.

He held her in his arms and breathed in her scent. "Its been so long since I’ve seen ya, little one." She pushed him back towards the door. "I am not a child, Logan, now if you don’t mind I would like to unpack my things with a little privacy!" She slammed the door behind him and returned to her chore. "Damn him! I came back a woman. I came back for him." She dropped her socks and fell to the floor. She raised her knees up to her chest and sobbed. She cried because she was a mutant not human, because she held within her a power to destroy the world, and because the man she loved thought of her as a child.

Later…..

"Hello! Will someone please say hello to me back!" Bobby stepped through the front door of the mansion. He dropped his bags at the stairwell and moved down the front hall.

"Hello! Somebody better damn well greet me! I’m back!"

"So its you. Why are you here?" Jubilee came out of the kitchen with a ham sandwich and a diet coke in her hands. "The professor called me said something about needing my expertise."

"What possibly could that be? You’re not really good at anything." She smiled greatly and moved back into the kitchen.

"Ya know I do remember you eating a lot before but dang do you look great. A little fuller than before."

"Don’t you dare try to sweet talk into my pants. It won’t work." She placed her plate down and grabbed an apple from the counter bowl and threw it at him. "Pig, its nice to see ya again." She gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

"So where are all the others."

"Oh somewhere. Scott and Jean went to Alaska, Logan is in the baseball field releasing his old ‘I’m a loner what am I doing here’ routine and I think Betsy is sulking somewhere because she doesn’t know her own body anymore, and Ororo is…well shes in her room. You should know the Professor’s left for New York this morning for a conference."

"Um…so I guess I’ll get settle and see the crew." He went to the staircase grabbed his suitcases and ran up to his room. He swung his bags on to his bed and walked up to see Ororo. He knocked on her door and waited to be let in. The door opened to a beautiful brown goddess wearing a sheer white nightgown. When she realized who was staring at her with mouth drop she quickly wrapped her arms around her and grabbed a robe.

"Bobby! What are you doing here?"

"The Profess’ asked me to come and look after Jubilee for a while. Being how we’re close in age sort of."

"Oh...well its nice to see you again but if you will leave me in peace please." She shooed him outside and closed the door. "Damn! Shut me out!"

"She was in her room for a reason dopehead!" Jubilee was walking up the stairs and had over heard them speaking.

"What the hell are you watching me for any way!"

"I don’t know! Just am." He pushed her out of the way and went a step lower than hers.

"Ya wanna watch some t.v."

"Guess you gotta watch me some how. Sure." They left together.

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"Logan watch that ball!" Psylocke pushed him out of the firing range of a whirling baseball as it came swooping towards him. She in turn whipped out her brightly burning psychic blade and smashed the throwing machine. "Bloody Hell! Logan you should have paid attention!" He had been paying attention but not to the balls pitching near his face.

"Betsy? Did you change perfume?" He had first noticed the new scent when the session began but didn’t think more of it. It was like breathing in fresh crisp air after a morning shower and left his head intoxicated with yearning emotions to pull her in his arms. He shook his head at the thought of her firm naked body underneath him shaking in pure escasty and walked over to the outside secret elevator. It had been a hot day and both were sweating heavily. He was ready to take a long cool shower and rid himself of his dirty clothes. Psylocke followed him and slumped against the wall.

"You don’t like it? I thought I needed a change in the old scent. Its called Seduction. The French usually can make a naughty fragrance." She smiled at him then entered the elevator. He pushed the third floor and stood in front her. God! She beautiful! Suddenly long tan arms were around his waist and fondling his extremities. He laid his head on her shoulder and sighed with a relief that she wanted him also. Being 5’3" and standing next to a tall woman is a little intimidating for some but for a manly man like Logan it just made things a little more interesting. "I always felt a deep attraction for you but I thought you were head over heels into the little one."

"The Kid? Nah, she a little too young for my metabolism. Course I do have a thing for Asian girls especially the talented ones." She moved her hands to his shirt and began to release the boundaries of his clothes. "Say Mr. Fearless how about we take our little excursion to the top of the world. I do love heights and you could use an adventure." He growled and grabbed her arms and swung her before him. She was heaving her large breasts in an endless motion of up and down. Perfectly revealing her white-laced bra trying to peek through her halfway-unbuttoned blouse. He pulled her into a long kiss that left her groggy with passion.

He lowered his lips to her chest and sucked roughly on her skin. She became excited, aroused by his tongue lapping at her throat.

The elevator doors slid open and before them was the Observation floor. It held a majestic tone and with the star filled night the room sparkled in white. The ceiling was pure glass with a crystal chandelier glittering in the cool room. The walls were covered with constellations and worlds unknown to them. "Nice room huh?" She pulled him to the red velvet lounge and shoved him on to his back.

"Didn’t know we had one. Sure am glad we do though." She drooped her body onto his and began to unfasten his shorts. She had manage to release his manhood and before her was God’s gift to women. He wasn’t really long as he was thick. Her body rushed with anticipation and quickly turned to remove her own clothes. "No." Claws came slicing down her shorts and faint gasp escaped her lips. "Interesting use of abilities, Logan, but I loved those jeans." He gave a hearty laugh and tore at her blouse. His eyes fell upon her bared breasts and found himself unsettled. "What are we doin’? I mean we could have fun for hours but then what?"

She slid off his legs and wrapped her chest with what was left of her blouse. She moved over to the huge telescope and peered inside. She could see millions of stars thrown together in a black sky. Looking into the black abyss of the universe made her realize how little they were in the world.

"So many lives have ended because of us. How are we to be truly happy when so much has been destroyed by our endless battles. We’re here to protect the innocent but in reality we’ve ruined any chance of being accepted by them. I’m tired of never achieving my goal in life. Which is to be truly happy and if by doing that I lose what I have left of friends then so be it." She stepped back and stared at him. Slowly she kneeled to the ground and sat Indian style. " I have in me two souls but I only acknowledge one. So to get a better understanding of my true self I’ve opened my mind and body to Kwannon. She had wondrous skills as a ninja assassin but she also held a relentless drive for sex. Kwannon wasn’t just a killer but a lover. Every time she took a life she felt cold and dead in side. Her way of dealing with it was through loving someone. With this body I have tapped into an ocean of sexual emotions. I guess I felt a little unloved and alone after the many wars we’ve been through so I needed you to feel me up even if for a short time."

He sat up and smiled, "Its o.k. I understand believe me. I too once enjoyed in a little lovin’ with the ladies to feel that void in my life."

She shed her drape and beckoned for him to come. He actively jumped at the thought of being between her long legs. To feeling loved by such a marvelous creature. He moved for her and pulled her waist to his and found his place in her arms. He kissed her mouth and neck slowly working to find his pace. His fingers moved expertly over her lean body.

He savored each curve and contour line filling his fingertips with the raw energy they possessed. He suckled her body as if his whole world depended on it. He reached her blossoming core and placed his hot lips upon her petals. She shuddered with pleasure as he dipped his tongue into her feminine cavity. She felt her body go silent then a wave of her bodily nectar came flooding out. She had reached her breaking point and in turn began to work on his. "That was…thrilling!" She lifted his chin with her finger and led him towards her. "And how may I be of usefulness to you?" He grinned and simply straddled her body and found his rhythm. She moaned at each impale and soon felt the cosmos swirl above her. The moment came as he perked up and smiled with passion on his lips.

He cock twitched and a warm spurt jutted into her body. He pulled out and fell onto her warm body breathless. He quickly recovered and Betsy in agreement pushed him over. She lowered her body and gripped his moistened cock in her hands. Her thumb moved gently stoking his limb making him sigh in impatience for her mouth. She slipped her entrance onto his cock with a gentle ease. She merged with Logan and in minor grunts and moans licked his length. She sensed that he hesitated for a moment then spurted his juicy seed into her mouth. New to this she swallowed and tasted his juices. The old Betsy would have found this horrible but with a new body comes new situations and this was one she had enjoyed. He suddenly pushed her off and scrambled for his shorts. She panicked at the thought that someone had found them. She searched the room for a sign of invasion but found none. "Nobody’s here its just that I promised Jubes I’d go have dinner with her and I’m late."

He left without another word. Betsy scrambled for her shredded shorts and blouse and rushed to the elevator. Upon reaching the second floor, she peeked around the corner hopeful no one would find a nearly naked Psylocke carrying shreds of the outfit she’d worn that day. Finding her room without being spied she redressed herself and went to check if Logan had left with Jubilee. She quickly rushed to an open window to see him drive off with her. "Damn."

"What de matter, Chere?"

She turned to see the Cajun lighting his sultry cigarette. He was wearing red bellbottoms and a black dinner coat covering a red blouse. "Interesting clothes. Where are you off to?" He lowered his head and softly whispered, "Costume Party." A giggle escaped her lips and she walked over to the embarrassed man. "I’ve seen worse. Is Halloween here already."

"No…no simply de wealthy getting their kicks. Would you care to be Gambit’s escort?"

It had been ages since the world class Elizabeth Braddock had been to a social gathering of this nature.

"Oui, I would love to accompany the incredible Gambit in his life’s pursuit of the fattest purse."

"Gambit has long ago given up his ill nature behavior, Chere." He smiled at the last part of his speech and leaned over. "If de Mademoiselle will prepare herself."

Betsy nobly exited the room and rushed to find a skillful costume. With help from Ororo she found an exciting outfit. She was wearing one of the WindRider’s old designs. A white gown that ended high on her hips with a bodice that enhanced her own endowments to their fullness. She placed her hair up high but allowing a single curl to hang along her face. With one last look in the mirror she graciously strolled down the wooden staircase. Remy was busy fixing his own tie in the hall mirror and didn’t turn to see her until she tapped him on the shoulder. "Can we go now?"

"Oui…Betsy you look beautiful. Gambit be envied with such a creature on his arm."

"You are such the charmer." He led her to the mansion’s limousine and a driver appeared from the front. "Gambit take care of the Mademoiselle."

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"Wolvie this is really beautiful." Logan had taken her to dinner in a fine establishment then off to New Salem’s city park. He had prepared to explain his new situation with Betsy and let the girl down easy. He would always love Jubilee and even now as he saw how much she had grown up still she was like a daughter to him. "I guess so." He took her hand into his and looked above them. "Looks like it’s gonna rain soon. Let’s get cha outta here." They barely made it to the car when the dark cloud’s presence was known.

Large droplets pranced on the car hood and loud clashes of lighting boomed around them.

"Jesus! Its pouring," Jubilee sighed, " like cats and dogs."

"I never did get that one." Logan started the car and headed for the mansion. "Looks like this night ended early." The night had been a mistake. He was stupid for letting his groins put him on a date. Besides he had Betsy ready and willing to go that extra mile. He walked Jubilee to her bedroom door. "Logan? I know you still think of me as that little mall brat you found so many years ago but the thing is that it was years ago. I’ve changed and I’m not a naïve teenager any more. Won’t you at least take that into consideration."

She leaned back onto her door and smiled gently at him. She slowly moved her hand onto the doorknob and opened it to a room filled with candles burning and a black silk-sheeted bed.

"Won’t you please come in?"

He stepped into the doorway and stretched a lazy arm on the frame. He yawned loudly to make his point then walked away to find his room. He left her with mouth dropped and fingers blazing. He called back, "Got some things to straighten out. See in the morn’!"

He didn’t mean to hurt her but being straight to the point was the only way to convince her of his emotions for her. He went in search for Betsy but only found an empty room.

"She left with Remy." A shadow called out to him from a corner. He flipped the light switch and watched the room glow radiantly from the ceiling. "Ah never was invited."

Rogue was sitting in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chin. Her body was shuddering from her cold tears and when she looked up red lines were noticeable under her eyes. "Now leave me alone." He left but only decided to wait outside the door in order to warn his current fling she had a pissed off visitor.

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"This weather is dreadful." Betsy climbed out of the limousine to find an umbrella waiting for her.

"Better for de lovers to blend together, Chere." He wrapped his arm around her and led her into the entrance hall of the massive complex. "Whose place is this anyway?"

Remy took her cloak and placed them in the hands of a nearby servant. "Ah…I ‘tink it belongs to Monsieur Di’ Angelo of the Robin Corp." Robert Di’ Angelo was a world-renowned corporate raider and for his talents with the ladies.

" Monsieur Le Beau! Good to see you again old friend." A man approached the duo with bright flaming hair. "Robert, nice to see you. This is my date Mademoiselle Elizabeth Braddock of de Braddock household. Betsy watch out for him he is a devil with de ladies."

Di’ Angelo took her hand into his and kissed it gently then returned it to her. "Such a lovely creature should not be in the hands of this vile monster." He laughed cheerfully but Gambit simply turned his attention onto a woman who had just entered.

"Well it seems my date has focus his bearings onto another. Will you show me your palace?"

They proceeded throughout the house bumping into old friends and making new ones. The women fawned over his graceful motions and the men adored his pleasant attitude. He had a small frail body but a face of an angel. Ladies must like his face and money.

*Actually they’re under my influence * "Huh…" She snatched him away from his yearning ladies and brought him to a darken corner.

"You’re a telepath."

"How else would a man like me get all these lovely ladies but I’m not fully a telepath. I’m mostly an empath. Didn’t Remy tell you to watch out for me." She turned to see Remy inching his way towards the stairs with two women on each arm.

"Bastard."

"Well who do you think taught him his gift? Thieves are a dime a dozen but a man who can sweep the gold off their fingertips while making love is remarkable."

He was right. Remy had a talent with the ladies but until now she never really comprehended how he managed to come home some nights with a new wardrobe.

"So you’re telling me he works his talent with the ‘sugar mommies’?"

"In so many words but do not fret he nor I will use it on you. He respects you and I respect Remy."

"Thank you. Um…mind if I ask you a question?" He stiffened a little letting her know he wasn’t use to answering them.

"If it doesn’t involve my charming nature and the women it has been forced upon sure."

"Why a costume party?" She had seen many outrageous outfits in her day but his was unsettling. A deep red toga was all that he wore and from what she could tell by his close proximity he wasn’t wearing anything under it.

"How else would I get rich snobby people to dress like idiots." His smile deepen when a large fat man passed them wearing a baby’s diaper and sucking his thumb which had turned blue from the hours he must have spent on it.

"True since I’ve walked in I’ve seen some of societies elite citizens in getups that would make Access Hollywood tremble with greed. If you will excuse me I’ll find Remy and leave. I think the cops are arriving soon about some noise ordnance." She quickly made for the stairs and sent out a call to her escort. * Remy we have to go now. I think Xavier will be very upset if his prized warriors are arrested. *

She heard a loud shot come from below. Crowds of people were spanning through all the exits. "Guess de members don’t like de pigs." Remy had arrived behind her wearing only his red bellbottoms and looking rather disheveled. "Nether do we so lets get out of here."

"Been to de roof a couple of times der be a building next to it so we can jump."

"If anyone up there ya better get down here now!" A cop yelled up the stairs and had begun his ascent the broad steps.

"Guess we have no choice in the matter. Where Gambit?" Betsy followed him through a room and up a spiral staircase. They went through a window and found themselves on a deserted roof. She looked over the edge to find at least twenty cops pulling the party members out in handcuffs. "Dis way, Chere." Remy called to her from the other side.

She watched him jog back a few feet then leap over the roof to its neighbors. He landed somewhat off course and fell onto a heap of dirt.

"Dis an’t that hard. Come on, Betsy." Betsy did the same as he had and made a far more graceful landing than Gambit. "I just adore this body!"

They sneaked through the building and at the entrance came to find a sign baring its title.

" Worthington Corp. Doesn’t Warren live in his office building when his in the city."

"Is de chere thinking of crashing his place and have a little romp shaking in de bedroom?"

His answer was a loud laugh. "I’ve got a far better romp shaker at the estate."

He snatched her hand and whisked her behind a corner. In a low whisper, "Guards."

"I’ll take care of him."

Remy watched her shimmy out of her gown and allow only her white-laced panties to remain.

* Perv. I’ll distract while you thunk them. * *Thunk them? *

*Hit him on the head with your fist.* He nodded in agreement and took her costume from her.

She noticed the guard had stopped by the elevator they had just came out of. The doors were still open. She silently moved in behind him. "Excuse me? I can’t find my way." He turned and found himself eye to eye with a purple hair beauty. "Ma’am… where are your clothes?"

"I lost them in the stairwell. I felt feverish." She threw her hand upon her forehead as if in pain. Then she collapsed into his arms. He had placed his eyes onto her full bosom and while pulling her up he was strucked down. He swayed a little then turned his head to see a red eyed man wearing only red pants. "Ugh…bitch." The guard in turn fell onto Betsy.

"Get this man off me!" Remy pulled the unconscious man off the naked Betsy and threw her dress at her. "Hurry up, Chere!"

She redressed and helped Remy placed the guard into the elevator. "Push 12. Give him a ride."

They exited the building with help from the guard’s master keys and whistled for a cab.

"Great only 1 a.m. Nice party Gambit."

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

Logan woke up at the sound of a door slamming and footsteps on the stairs. He saw Gambit walk in the opposite direction. Betsy came not to long afterwards heading for him.

"Logan? It’s too early for sex come back later." She had put it bluntly because after the long night she had it needed to put as such.

"Its never too early but that an’t why I’m here. Rogue is inside waiting to kick your ass."

He dragged himself to his full height, which was a couple inches shorter than her.

"Well I guess I’ll have to explain some things about my ass to her before she kicks it."

"It is a nice ass very nice." Logan followed her into her room and saw that the shadow was gone. "Well where is she, Logan?"

He sniffed the air. "Shes gone. Probably saw you come in but decided to kick some Cajun balls instead." He pulled her to the bed and flung his body onto hers. "Don’t get your panties in a tangle I’m tired too." He pushed the sheets down under their bodies and then pulled them above.

"Lets just sleep."

"Thank you for watching my back."

"I’ve been watching all of ya for years." And with that he kissed her not hard but with a gentle brush leaving her aching to have him around her forever.

(Opinions are welcomed even the hard ones. Finished this around 2a.m. so sorry if the ending was abrupt.)