SeX-Men Evolution

Betsy/Psylocke

"I dunno doesn't your book have a chapter on that?" she said teasingly glad to see the youngest Summers boy taking a break from all the studying he was doing which had to be hazardous to his social life although she was very sure that even with his secluded study habits he could still score easily.
 
Havok

Comfort techniques in a physics book? What was she? Crazy? No she was teasing. It wasn't easy to transition from a logical mind to hanging out, but Alex was adept at both. Shaking his head one more time to scare away the last of the cobwebs he leaned back and began to work his hands over her shoulders, starting a massage. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Actually, the book says to give you along massage, then get you into a bikini, and hang ten. But since there's no waves within an hour of this place we'll have to come up with something else. Any ideas?"
 
Betsy/Psylocke

Betsy couldn't help but laugh. He was definatly a surfer boy and so different from his brother that it was almost hard to believe that they were actually related.

"Oh sure ask the foriegner" she teased giving a small grin. Out of the younger X-Men it was her that had come the farthest and at times she had to admit she missed home abit even if it rained all the time.
 
Can I write for Wolverine?

I can spend hours upon hours writing if I have to. I just can't write tonight because I am leaving to go to the midnight showing of X-men 3 the last stand!!!
 
Storm

Casting an eyeful to the packed cafeteria area, lined up, the weather goddess accepted the fact that she would be eating along again today. Staying back in class, putting a few pranksters in their place she missed out on a chance to mingle her fellow co-workers. The table was packed and the gang was busy chatting away. A bit of wind brushed her bare legs. She wore a simple powder pink sundress that clung to slender hips.

A folder full of test papers was held snuggly under her arm and a tray topped with a bowl of Greek salad and a bottle of water, Storm glanced around for an empty spot. A free table was easy to find, they out numbered the amount of students at times. Many preferred the hot spots of in and around Westchester at lunchtime. Normally, consumed with work Storm hardly spent much time away from the institute anymore it seemed. Her social life wasn't exactly booming at the moment but all could change with a little scheduling. She was so busy playing mother to any and everyone (not that she minded at all) she was almost missing out on all the good things the mansion had to offer.

Slowly, she paced around student after student until she was safe and sound at a table. Taking a seat, she rested the tray gently onto the table and gave her arms a good shake. She stood there starring for so long her arms felt strained. Ivory hair gently strode down the side of her face as she shifted around until she was comfortable. Taking a quick bite out of her salad, she flicked pen her folder with her free hand, grabbed a marker and began to scan the first batch of tests.

"Oh Bobby..." She sighed, he was so bright and intelligent yet his refusal to pay attention to anything but the female population in the institute was beginning to make his grades suffer. It was only a B, but from an A student it was heartbreaking. She would have to talk to him about pulling up his grade. Tutoring after class seemed out of the question his attention span after three was even worse at nine in the morning.

With a relative of Scott coming in there was no surprise Alex Summers was an academic genius. Most of the students excelled in the students but he was a surprising one. When she arrived to the cafeteria, he was nose deep in his studies. A very pleasing sight indeed. However, now it seemed his eyes had wandered over to a certain Violet haired beauty. Looking at Miss Betsy Braddock it wasn't hard to see why.

Convincing herself the little stab at her stomach was anything but jealousy, she liked Betsy a lot. They got along really well and she never had a problem with her. Ever.

Taking another bite of leafy food, Storm's icy blues wandered back to her work. Work hard play even harder later. Even to her ears that sounded lame.
 
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Havok

Havok moved his hands lower on her back, fully aware that everyone in the room was watching and the rumors would be flying soon. After all, this was high school.

"Well I could ask Bobby, but truthfully I want you to myself. I'd ask Scott, but his idea of fun is hang-gliding and there's already no where to do that on my budget. Maybe a nice skinny dip tonight?"
 
Bobby shook his head, watching Alex and Betsy, then turned to see Storm come in with tests, and groaned inwardly. He could almost hear the admonitions from the last test. He had meant to pay attention, he had, really, but things rarely ever worked out that way when surrounded by dozens of cute girls. He hoped she wasn't too angry with him, and he also hoped Betsy forgave him. He was having an off day, it seemed, and something told him it would only get worse.
 
Kurt Wagner

Kurt sighed. He carried his tray in one hand, his book bag slung over his shoulder as he made his way through the droves of students to try and find a seat. He swept some of his hair behind his ear and spotted where he wanted to be. He strolled over towards Bobby and plopped himself down.

"Hey Bobby, what's up?" He noticed the slightly distant expression on Bobby's face and craned his head to look around and see what he was looking at. "Earth to Bobby. Come in Bobby."

He shrugged and turned his attention to the mediocore food on his tray. "Man, this sucks. I can't wait till class is over so I can go get a real burger." He took a bite out of it and shook his head.
 
And now her work was done. Pleased with the superb timing, she still had enough left over to relax. Pushing the folder of papers aside, she beamed at the weather. Blisteringly hot or swamped with rain. It didn’t matter, weather in whatever form fascinated her. Her reasoning went far beyond her connection to it. There was a poetic beauty to nature. Unfortunately, there were few who ever realized this.

“Good afternoon Bobby. Good afternoon Kurt.” Without asking, she took a seat at the table they both shared, crossing one slim leg over the other underneath the table. She linked her fingers, a smile on pouty lips. “I’m glad I’ve caught you both together. In case you haven’t noticed I as grading papers during the lunch break and well your grads both weren’t up to the level or potential you both possess. You need to pay attention more. There’s life beyond girls.” She wanted to add even for the mutants but the words itself seemed insulting. Straightening her back she dragged her eyes away from the two.

“Normally I would suggest tutoring but that’s an insult to us all. You both do not need it as you are both highly intelligent. Bobby…lay off the pranks a bit in my glass. One more ice apple and I’ll break the boundaries of student teacher and we’ll find out first hand whose frost is colder.” In any other tone, her threat could have been taken quite seriously.
 
Bobby winced at the remark, then bowed his head in silence. He knew better than to cross Storm. She could make it so that even he couldn't break out of the ice. When he looked up, his eyes were cold, but almost hurt. He knew his grades were slipping, but it wasn't his fault. After all, he was a teenage boy, and his hormones were in overdrive. Even now, he was having very naughty thoughts about Storm.
 
Kurt

Kurt frowned. He'd meant to study last night, but he'd kinda gotten distracted. "I am very sorry. I vill try harder, I promise." Kurt's prior burger problem seemed very unimportant at the prospect of his dropping grades.. if his grades dropped too low, he knew he'd have to give up the gymnastics team, as well as the JV soccer team. Not to mention, once word got to Scott, that would be one more thing he had to use against the blueboy.

He sighed and pushed his tray away, and looked from Bobby to Miss Monroe. Kurt sighed, his normally happy go lucky attitude currently missing in action.
 
“But that’s no reason to spend your lunch break sulking. I did say you two were both intelligent didn’t I? There is no reason why your grades will not rise again. As long as you put some effort back into your work.” Storm assured the too. Biting down on her bottom lip. The way Bobby was looking at her unnerved her. She didn’t make anything of it and she sure as hell didn’t let any suspicious thoughts creep into her mind. She stared blankly for a moment at the table and slapped on palm down lightly when an idea struck her.

“How about I let this test pass. Just this once. In a week, I’ll let you both write up a make-up. How’s that?”
 
Bobby blinked, Storm's action startling him, and then listened to her. He nodded slowly, then smiled.

"Thank you, Ma'am."
 
Kurt

A smile slowly spread over Kurt's face. His eyes lit up, a faint hint of yellow showing through. "Truly? You would do that for us? That's great! Thank you very much, Miss Monroe!" Kurt was really excited about the prospect of being able to make up that test. He really didn't want to fail, especially a class taught by someone he knew.

"So does anyvone have big plans for the weekend? I hear this really awesome new movie is supposed to come out." Kurt was back to himself, the test and bad grades out of his mind, his crappy burger and fries didn't even bother him so much now.

He took another bite out of his burger and stuffed a few fries down his throat. Egarly looking back and forth between Bobby and Miss Monroe. He was hoping to find someone to go to the movies with...
 
Betsy/Pyslocke

Betsy couldn't help but grin at the boldness of his proposal but it did get her intrest.

"That'd be fun but I can't tonight I kinda have other plans to get a certain somebody back", she said glaring across the cafeteria at Bobby who was now with Kurt talking to Storm and from the folder she held she knew it was about the test they had all just taken.

"How about tomorrow or maybe after school?"
 
Havok

Alex kept rubbing her back, alittle surprised that Betsy would like the idea of skinny dipping. He figured a girl brought up in british high society would be to prim and proper for something like that. But he wasn't going to rock the boat by objecting.

"You mean Bobby for freezing the bottle? Just use that mental hoo-doo of yours to convince him he's wearing pants when he's not. With his lower body temperature he's gotta have some serious 'shrinkage' issues. Even if he doesn't all the girls will laugh at him and you'll have your revenge for the frozen showers thing he did.

"Or put him aside tonight, come with me and I'll take you higher."

Alex kept rubbing her back, his powerful hands kneeding her back, working out the knots and tension, as he started to sing an old Springstien song in a low lusty voice:

"Hey little girl is he good to you? Can he do to you love things that I do, uh huh. I can take you higher. Ooh-ooo-ooh I'm on fire."
 
Betsy/Psylocke

Betsy gave a grin at his suggestion it wasn't a bad ideabut it wasn't really her style besides with her luck Xavier would catch her and that would not be good at all. Alex's hands felt good on her back when he starting to sing well that was just hot.

"Okay I guess I could always get him back later"
 
Havok

Alex grinned at Betsy's words. She was turning to putty in his hands, which was a positive thought. Then the image of her naked flowed through his head and a wave of desire wasjed over him, projecting out powerfully enough that Jean sitting all the way across the Bayville Cafeteria looked over at him. He winked at Jean and continued his slow, firm strokes up and down Betsy's back, his long fingers sure of every movement.

Leaning forward as if he were about to whisper in her ear, Alex planted a small kiss where her earlobe touched her neck. His hot breath caressing her earlobe, he kissed a little higher, then whispered:

"We'll need to find a place, maybe near the middle of the lake, if you can swim." His lips found her earlobe again, suckling gently this time, "and waiting through classes is going to drive me crazy. Want to skip?"
 
Betsy/Psylocke

Betsy closed her eyes as he countined to massage her and when he pressed his lips on her skin it sent a wave of pleasure and excitement through her body.

"We'll need to find a place, maybe near the middle of the lake, if you can swim." "And waiting through classes is going to drive me crazy. Want to skip?"

Betsy thought about it for a moment. They only had two period left and one was a study hall anyway. She was sure that if she told the principle she had gotten sick and went home she could get away with it without Xavier ever having to find out.

"Alright...let's go", she said giving a small smile.
 
"Truly? You would do that for us? That's great! Thank you very much, Miss Monroe!"

“Yes truly.” Storm replied. Latley she’d picked up this habit of biting her bottom lip and right now she was chewing like crazy. She was convinced it had something to do with sexual tension. It was just one of those days when it seemed everyone was hooking up with someone. Kurt’s enthusiasm was heartwarming. She didn’t feel like the mean, old teacher anymore. She didn’t give slips but she knew they worked hard. Blame it all on male hormones. At least Bobby was honest, perhaps too honest. Glancing over at Betsy and Alex, Storm felt an unwanted blush brush over caramel cheeks.

Kurt’s words only registered to her moments later when she finally tore her eyes away from the two who were getting too close for comfort. A school full of students was bound to have moment like those. He had said something about a movie she was sure. Whether or not he had directed a question at her was lost on her. When he practically sucked down his food and looked at her obviously waiting for a response, she said the first thing that came to mind.

“Big plans? Other than watering my plants none really.”
 
Bobby thought for a moment. He himself didn't have any plans, though he would have to do a lot of studying to make up for the bad grade. Still, a movie sounded like a good idea, and there just happened to be an action flick he wanted to see.

"Sure, why not. Not much else to do, since we're both single guys."
 
"Sure, why not. Not much else to do, since we're both single guys."

Storm chuckled, flashing teeth as bright as her hair. “That shouldn’t last too long around here. Besides, you both have devoted so much time and energy to your craft. I really do doubt you’ll be single for long.”

Arching a thin eyebrow, she thought for a moment. “Do you guys really want a teacher hanging around you…out in public…where people can see you?”
 
Bobby raised an eyebrow at Storm's question. He grinned. "What's the matter, Teach, afraid to be seen in public with two younger guys?"
 
Emma Frost

Miss Emma Frost had a bone to pick with Storm. She had given one of her beloved Steford Cukoo's girls detention and that did not sit well with Emma at all. She walked into the cafeteria looking around and finally her eyes found Storm not that she was difficult to find with that white hair of hers. She was talking to Bobby and Kurt. Normally the White Queen would have intereruptted anyone but as she focused closer on Storm she seemed to pick up a bit of lust and maybe desire. Emma wouldn't have at all been suprised after all Storm was either teaching or always in her garden and the clothes she wore when out of standard X-men uniform did nothing for her figure. So instead of giving her of peice of her mind like she had inteded the White Queen leaned against the wall watching with a close eye in fact an affair could work in her benefit she would then have the upper hand with some leverage.
 
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