Summary: Siryn and Warpath say good-night to each other 
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel Comics, I am using them without 
permission but as I'm not making any profit off of this, there's really no use 
in suing me.

 
A First Time For Everything 

by Red Monster 

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Warning: Those upset by explicit sexual content should turn back now. 

In the months since James had been betrayed by Risque, he had been more than a 
little subdued. He had made love to her when they were together in Florida, and 
it was the only time James had ever been in anything resembling a relationship 
with a woman. But since she drugged him and sold him out, his interest in sex 
and dating was close to nothing, and he didn't look at women with the same 
hunger that he used to. Just the other day, when Theresa had come to breakfast 
in a tank top that left little to the imagination, he asked her in perfect 
sincerity, "Are you warm enough, Terry?" She had looked at him incredulously and 
Tabitha said he was a prime candidate for Viagra. While Terry had been paying 
more attention recently than she did when his crush on her was at its strongest 
flow, James didn't seem to care, and she was getting frustrated with him, so he 
might lose her again. Dani called it emotional hockey. Theresa thought of it 
more as tennis. 
One night, when James was feeling particularly annoyed by the activity of 
anti-mutant groups in the San Francisco area, from essentially aimless gangs to 
the rhetoric of a politician in the city council, none of it very threatening 
but still irritating and tiresome, James decided to go to bed early so he 
wouldn’t have to hear the eleven o'clock news and more stories of public places 
being marred by anti-mutant graffiti or another tirade from Councilman Miller. 
On the way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, James was too exasperated to 
remember that a closed door meant someone was probably inside. 
He carelessly threw the door open to be greeted by a curtain of steam, and when 
the steam cleared, he encountered the sight of Theresa stepping out of the 
shower. But she didn’t act embarassed or modest or even offended at him for 
walking in on her. She just stood there, bare and wet, and asked "Oh. Did I take 
too long in the shower, Jimmy?" 
James was speechless. He didn’t know what to make of the situation, so he just 
lamely turned around and walked back to his room. He was shocked at her. He 
could stand the sight of her body well enough, he had seen it before, on that 
night in Ireland when he found her drunk and unconscious in the mud, and took 
her inside to bathe her. That night, however, she was helpless and passive, so 
he could deal with his body's reaction to the sight of her naked body and the 
feel of her wet skin under his fingers, without any confusing circumstances to 
throw a monkey wrench into the works. It wasn't seeing her unclothed that sent 
him into turmoil so much as that she didn't even try to grab a towel when he 
came in. She just stood there, completely nude and soaking wet and proud as a 
peacock, and smirked as she asked him, "Did I take too long in the shower?" What 
was she trying to do to him? Had she always tortured him on purpose, or was she 
making a first attempt at using her power deliberately? One thing was clear, he 
needed to talk to her. This was not the sort of thing that could just be brushed 
under the rug and laughed at as a silly incident, resulting from James' failure 
to knock. If Theresa was willing to do this, she would inevitably bring it up 
later if they didn’t resolve it. 
When he reached her room, he was sure not to be as careless as when he had 
opened the bathroom door. This time he knocked and asked if she was wearing 
something decent. 
"I'm clothed, Jimmy, you can come in." she said. 
He cautiously stepped into her room to discover her sitting on her bed, combing 
out her wet hair, wearing her nightgown. Thank goodness she was covered up. 
"What's the matter, Jimmy?" she asked with an innocent tone, but with the smirk 
from the bathroom incident creeping onto her face. 
"We need to talk about what just happened." James said. 
"What about it? You forgot to knock, I'm willing to forgive you." 
"It wasn't just that, Terry. You just stood there, totally naked, and you didn't 
even try to cover yourself up." 
"Why should I, Jimmy? You've seen me naked before, and even touched me, when I 
was unconscious and helpless, and you didn't do anything to me then." 
"You're not fooling me, Terry! There was more to that than just trust. You were 
smirking in there like you wanted me to see you naked, like you were happy that 
I'd walked in on you." James said accusingly. 
"Well, isn't that what you always wanted? For months before you met that damn 
Risque, you were so transparent. You wanted to get me in bed so badly everyone 
could see it but me. So now that I show off a little, you wanna know why? You're 
a fickle one, that's pretty clear." Theresa said as she went back to combing her 
hair, but she was secretly pleased. She had gotten his attention back, for 
better or worse, that much couldn't be denied. 
"Yes, I wanted it for a long time, but I don't want it anymore." James said. He 
now realized just why he was so tortured by the incident. She had made him feel 
aroused, but that was the last thing he wanted to feel. Yet, he still couldn't 
shake the feeling. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really don't have any business 
in here right now." He said, and began to leave, when Theresa caught him by the 
wrist. 
"Jimmy, don't you have a good-night kiss for the woman who loves you?" she asked 
plaintively. James was touched by her sweetness. If she was willing to say she 
loved him so candidly, he was willing to give her another chance. 
"Of course I do." he said. James bent down, reached one arm around her back, and 
drew her body in under his. His other hand cradled her neck, just under her 
heavy curtain of damp hair, and held her in place while he brought his lips down 
to meet hers. She tasted sweet, and he shivered when she explored his mouth with 
her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his body and pressed herself close to 
him. He knew this was supposed to be just a good-night kiss for the woman who 
finally admitted she loved him, but he didn't want to stop this. He wanted her 
again, he wanted her to lean back in his arms and moan out his name. Theresa 
wanted him, too. She wanted him to kiss the little hollow in her collarbone and 
run his hands all over her body. She didn’t want him to leave her room until 
he'd done that. 
James jerked in surprise when he felt his penis go hard when Theresa wriggled 
her side against his groin. He kept her in his arms, but withdrew from the kiss, 
and looked at her in confusion. She was poised for him to return his lips to 
hers, with her head leaned back, lips wet and pink and slightly parted, and eyes 
closed. James lifted her up higher, and dipped under her chin, and started 
raining kisses all over her throat. 
"Yes…" was all she could think as he pressed his mouth against the corner where 
her shoulder met her neck and sucked on her satiny skin passionately. She pulled 
the hem of his shirt free of the waistband of his pants and tugged upward at it. 
James pulled his lips free of her and put her down long enough for her to lift 
his shirt off and toss it to the side. With one graceful, expert motion, he took 
her nightgown off in the same way, and was about to pick up where he left off, 
but she stopped him. 
"No, Jimmy, you’ve had your turn. Now you stay here while I take mine." She 
whispered. James did as he was told, but his body ached for her weight back in 
his arms. Theresa locked the door and relished in the sight of him. She had seen 
him shirtless before, but this was the first time she was allowed to enjoy 
herself with him, and she couldn’t help but think, he was magnificent. She 
leaned against his back and ran her hands up his washboard stomach. As she 
traced the muscles of his chest with her fingers, she kissed and nipped at his 
back. James was going mad under her capricious touch. One minute she was pressed 
against him feverishly, gouging her fingers into the valleys between his 
muscles, and the next minute, she was gentle again, tracing little patterns on 
his back with her tongue, and lightly circling his flat nipples. His erection 
grew stronger when she swept her hands up his stomach in one quick, charged 
motion, and she heard him gasp at her touch. Reaching down, she unclasped his 
belt buckle, and buttoned down his jeans to push them to the floor. She crouched 
at his feet, coaxing each leg up as she pulled the jeans off. James breathed 
with relief when she pulled his briefs down to free his erection. She stood up, 
this time facing him, and let him undo her bra as she took his penis into her 
hands. 
James thought he might catch fire as she took little pinches of the delicate 
skin on his head. It was all he could do to lift his hands to her shoulders and 
push her bra down. Theresa let go so the bra could fall off her arms to their 
feet, and then knelt down again. Laying her hands on his buttocks, she closed 
her mouth around his penis and sucked it back until it was completely in her 
mouth. "Terry…" James moaned as she rubbed her tongue against the base of his 
shaft and began to swallow his head. He was about to lose control; he had to 
lean over and hold onto her shoulders to keep up his balance. Theresa heard him 
gasping for breath and holding her shoulders to stay upright, and decided it was 
time to release him. 
She stood up, led him over to her bed, where he sat down to compose himself, and 
slipped off her panties. This time, it was James’ turn again. He scooted back on 
the bed, and turned her around to sit in front of him. He took her thighs in his 
hands as he began to kiss one creamy shoulder, and ran his hands up her body, 
just missing her folds. Theresa felt something between an ache and a tingle 
begin in her stomach and spread down to her vulva as James moved his hands up 
her hips and finally reached her breasts. He drew tight circles around her 
breasts until he reached her now pointed nipples. She moaned and gasped as he 
pinched, tugged, and rolled her nipples between his fingers. After he exhausted 
all the possibilities his hands had for her breasts, he moved them back down her 
stomach. Gently opening up her labia, he pushed one index finger between them 
and rubbed all over her vulva. Theresa had her eyes closed, but couldn’t see 
even if they were open. All she could do was feel the storm he was brewing as he 
dragged his finger in circles on her swollen clitoris. Finally, her whole body 
jolted upward, and she arched her back and screamed for a split second. James 
caught her and laid her back against the bed, so he could turn to face her. 
"James…" she whispered when she caught her breath. "That was wonderful." 
"It’s not over yet." he said. He braced his hands on either side of her head, 
and lowered himself down so he could kiss her collarbone. His lips found the 
little space between the bones where her neck, shoulders and chest all 
converged, and pushed his tongue into it. A broad, thrilled smile made its way 
to Theresa’s face as she arched into his kiss. James’ mouth find its way down to 
her nipples, and he drew one into his mouth to suck at it vigorously. Theresa 
was lost, she couldn’t have thought about anything else if she wanted to, as 
James tickled, tugged, and manipulated the soft, sensitive tissue deep within 
his throat. She mixed her fingers with his hair as he made his way down her 
stomach, taking a moment to dip into her belly button. He continued his way 
downward, and Theresa waited in delicious anticipation for him to reach her 
vulva again, still recovering from her orgasm of a few minutes ago. He spread 
her legs apart and dragged his tongue between her labia, then into her vagina 
for an indulgent, commanding taste. He looked up at her to find her leaning back 
and smiling. No, that wasn’t enough, he decided. He flicked his tongue at her 
clitoris and she started writhing. Her whole body went taut, she was breathing 
heavily and tossing her hair around. 
"Yes, YES! Jimmy, that feels…" but she couldn’t finish the sentence, it was all 
too intensely erotic. 
When she calmed down, James was sitting between her knees, giving her the same 
smirk she had given him in the bathroom. Very well, it was her turn again. 
Theresa sat up, planted her feet on the edge of the bed, and wrapped her arms 
around his neck. She gently lowered herself onto his penis, and he closed his 
eyes and let out a breath. She raised herself back up a few inches, then came 
down again, this time tightening her inner muscles. She continued in the same 
manner, gaining speed as she got comfortable in her chosen position. James was 
spellbound. She was hot, tight, and wet around him; he had never felt this way 
before. Just as he thought he’d melt there in her arms, his whole body flexed 
and stiffened, and she felt his penis throb as he came inside her. The ecstasy 
was getting the better of James, making him incoherent and inarticulate; it 
almost seemed unreal. He didn’t want it to stop, and Theresa was determined to 
ride it out until the very end. He came inside her again… and again. 
Finally, she was exhausted, so she raised her hips until he was no longer inside 
her and collapsed back onto the bed. James stroked his hands from her ankles, up 
her legs, over her stomach and breasts, and to her neck, where he cradled her 
head. He kissed her one last time, gently, quickly. He let himself collapse next 
to her, and took her into his arms. 
"I didn’t think we’d ever do that." he said wondrously. 
"There’s a first time for everything." she murmured. 
"Terry?" 
"Yes?" 
"I love you too." 
END.