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Title: Goddess
by: Satine16

Chapter 2: The Woman in the Goddess

Summary: Five years after the departure of the man Ororo depended on she finds someone to
lean on. Someone to fill that void in her life.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Marvel. I am not doing this to
make any money so please don't sue me!


Five years had passed since Forge had left Ororo alone and she was now twenty seven
years old. She had reached a peak of beauty, elegance and grace, and there was not a man in the
mansion who had not given her a fraction of his heart. Although she had concealed most her
beauty on a regular basis it was still evident. To Scott she was the companion, a friend to turn to
in times of despair. Someone who was always there for him, no matter what. To Hank she was
the intellectual equal, a person to exchange riddles and intelligent conversation with. To Charles
she was the daughter blossoming before his eyes and growing into her own being. To Logan she
was an untouchable beauty, that possessed more power than most realized but camouflaged it
under a mask of tranquil, unalterable radiance. A goddess. And to the new comer on the team, a
young man by the name of Remy LeBeau, she was a teacher, a woman and most importantly a
friend.
Ororo being the woman that she was had female friends lying in Jean and Kitty but found
it easier to get along with the men in the mansion. They became her closest friends quickly and
there was never a moment that she longed for female companionship instead.
Ororo was sipping her coffee in the kitchen with Scott on a sunny Saturday morning
when Remy entered the scene. He was three years her junior, and the person most would call
Ororo's best friend.
"Bonjour, belle."
"Good morning, Remy," she greeted him without even glancing up from the paper. "Why,
may I ask, do you have such a smug grin on your face?"
"Ma belle, you know Remy too well."
Scott got up from the table and exited the kitchen, knowing a conversation between the
two was not something one often cared to witness, let alone stomach.
"Why are you smiling, then, Remy?"
"Because you are going to come dancing with me tonight, femme."
A small smile spread across her face, "What makes you think that?"
He approached the table and, with his index finger, pulled the newspaper away from
concealing her face.
"How could you say no to me?"
"Like this. No."
"You need a night out, mon chere. Come with me."
She looked straight into his eyes letting him know she would not budge an inch on the
topic.
"Say yes."
"Oh alright, I could use a night out."
" Ah'll pick you up at seven."
He walked away in his torn jeans and white t-shirt with an unshaven face and disheveled
hair, and suddenly Ororo wondered what she had gotten herself into.
It took her two hours to get ready that evening. She had put her hair up in fat rollers so it
fell over her shoulders in loose, wavy locks. After careful consideration about her outfit she
chose an extremely tight, extremely short black dress and a pair of strappy two inch high heels.
She was going to accentuate her long legs in every way possible considering the compliments he
consistently gave her on them. She decided to put a sheer, button down black dress shirt on over
her dress to add a little something more. A khaki green eyeliner framed her thick lashes and a
matte plum lipstick perfected her pout. Even though she continuously told herself it was only
Remy, she could not help caring about every little detail of her appearance.
At seven sharp a loud knock was heard on her door and she answered it with a smile. She
was astonished at what she saw. Remy's dark hair was neatly combed and pulled off his face and
the deep red highlights were clearly visible throughout. He had a freshly shaven face, revealing in
al it's glory his extremely chiseled jaw line and his half smile sparkled a bright white. His black
pants were neatly pressed and hung perfectly on him. He wore a cream colored V-neck sweater,
that sat neatly on his brad shoulders and followed the line of his body down to the tapered waist.
Rather than his usual worn out trench coat a shining leather coat finished the outfit.
"Evenin', belle." Remy was pleased by he appearance. It was relieving to see her dressing
like a twenty-seven year old woman rather than a modest school teacher.
A small whisper escaped her lips in the words "Hello, Remy."
He offered her his arm and the two departed down the hallway.
Logan and Jubilee were sitting in the kitchen as the two reached the door. Logan stared in
amazement at Ororo. He had never seen her look like she did in that instant.
All Jubilee said was, "Wow. Storm's a babe!"
Remy took Ororo to a small spot she had never heard of where they played Latin music
until three o'clock in the morning. The place was hardly crowded and the two took the dance
floor immediately. It didn't take Ororo long to notice that she was with the most attractive man,
and best dancer in the club. It also didn't take her long to realize she was the envy of the other
women in the club.
Remy bought her a couple drinks and spun her around the dance floor more than enough
times. Although it had been a long time since Ororo had been dancing she seemed to pick up the
ability quickly enough and moved in excellent time with her partner. Actually, it was hard for
her not to notice the perfect rhythm in which he swayed and moved his hips with hers to the
Latin beats.
At about one AM Ororo had decided she had done enough dancing for one night and
Remy escorted her home. When they got into her dorm room she returned Remy's jacket (he had
lent it to her to keep her warm in the fall air). The two then headed down to the uninhabited
kitchen to make smoothies.
"'Ro, Remy can' find any strawberries."
Ororo had hopped up onto the island into the middle of the kitchen and had watched him
on his scavenger hunt for fruit. Her skirt barely covered her crossed legs at all.
"So, make them with raspberries instead."
"Can' find those either." Remy popped his head back out of the fridge and closed the
door. He couldn't help but notice the sight in front of him. "How 'bout a glass a water?"
He handed her a glass with three ice cubes and full to the brim with water. She carefully
traced her middle finger around the rim of the glass.
He took the glass from her and placed it on the counter, "You need to loosen up, 'Ro.
When was the last time you did anything spur 'o' the moment?"
She looked up into his eyes. Those eyes that so many people found frightening but that
she found loving and beautiful.
Remy placed his hands on the small of her back and pulled her closer to his body, forcing
her to uncross her legs. Before she understood what was happening his lips were on hers prying
them open with great ease. She was kissing him back before she truly perceived anything at all.
His hands caressed her thighs and eventually pushed their way under the hem of her minuscule
skirt. Her hands ran through his hair and over the muscles in his back and sides. The ripples in
his muscles were easily noticed through his undershirt since he had discarded his sweater upon
their arrival in the mansion.
With great ease Remy lifted Ororo into his arms and carried her up to his room. She
removed Remy's shirt and looked before her at what seemed to be a carefully sculpted work. She
daintily sat down on the bed and he sat down behind her. Gently he removed the shirt that rested
over her dress and in a slow and careful motion he unzipped the long zipper that ran from the
nape of her neck to the small of her back. He placed warm kisses on her neck and along her
spine. He moved the straps of her dress off her arms and softly kissed her shoulders and
collarbone. He lay her down on the bed before him and began to kiss her entire chest.
Remy made Ororo feel so desired that night. What Ororo needed more than anything else
was to feel desirable. And for a person who must maintain a certain degree of control at all times
she let her emotions run wild that night. Remy managed to revive the spirit that had become
locked away and faded upon Forge's departure . He brought back the woman in the goddess.
Although the friends never pursued a relationship after that night neither minded at all.
What had happened between them had happened and neither was bound to forget it. Shortly after
their night together a young girl by the name of Rogue arrived at the mansion and Remy fell for
her instantly. Ororo knew it from the first signs. She happily let him chase after the girl and let
their friendship grow apart. They remain close friends to this day, but not as close as they once
were. Remy LeBeau played an important role in Ororo's life but his importance faded like the all
other men she had known. But he had rekindled a life force in his friend that would become a
vital part of her as the years passed by. And without knowing he had opened the door for a new
man to walk into her life.





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