Chapter 5
Training Day
Part 2
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Leona smiled as she rolled from her bunk. Today was the day to test her theories. She quickly showered and dressed, pulling her long black hair back in a secure knot. She quickly donned her skin [1] and boots.
Yawning hugely, she scrambled down the hall to CM's door and banged it open.
"On your feet, Sarge!" she yelled at the sleeping girl. Soon she wouldn't even notice CM's youthfullness anymore.
CM growled low in her throat and slowly came around. She glared at Leona and turned over in her bed. Before she could close her eyes again, she was lifted in the air by unseen hands.
"Ahhh!!" CM screamed, before plummeting to the bed in a heap of sheets and limbs.
"Get out of bed and get them lay abouts out on the field in fifteen, ape!" Leona yelled, smiling the whole time. Turning, she left the room and hit the stairs, fairly flying down them. She waved to Hank and Ororo as she passed the kitchen door.
Hank smiled after the running female. "She's in high spirits it seems. What do you make of it, Storm?"
Ororo sipped her tea before answering. "She has decided to not let this be a bad thing for her."
"For who?" Snow asked, as he came into the kitchen.
"Lt. Wolfe, Nathan," Hank supplied, walking over to the window. "She has decided to make her stay a pleasent one." His lips lifted in a smile as he watched her jog across the backyard, jumping several low hedges and clearing them with room to spare. He was still amazed at the Pack's physical conditions. They were in top form, even with the age regression.
"What is Leona wearing?" Snow asked, taking a drink of his coffee.
"Those are their uniforms, I think," Ororo said, dumping out her tepid tea. "They were wearing them when we came upon them. Leona's is the only one that is different. Maybe her rank or what she is that marks her as a mutant in her world." Ororo drifted out of the room on those words, planning to hide from Jamie for the rest of the day.
Snow laughed and made some oatmeal with strawberries for Jamie. He'll love it, he thought. He wouldn't worry about their visitors, he knew that they would eventually find their way home or make their home here. He wouldn't mind that one. He kinda of liked their leader.
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Leona stopped for a moment to catch her breath. So far the whole Pack was in top form. She had put them through some of the worst exercises that they only made you do in boot. She waited as Moose and Tag made their way over. CM and Major were actually lagging behind. Charlie slowly made her way around the jury rigged track. She was grinning at something.
Leona looked over her shoulder when she felt a slight stirring in her mind. Three of the younger children had come out to watch them exercise. Jean Grey was watching from her window as well as one of the young males that she had not met. He sneezed of a sudden and there were two of him. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. Nope, there were still two of him.
Leona sighed and jerked her head around. Tag and Moose were rolling around the ground hitting each other. Leona rolled her eyes. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She pictured them rising in the air and being pulled apart by invisble hands. She opened her eyes to see them floating ten feet from the gound, staring at her in awe.
"I've told you two that I will not have you two killing each other while I am still in charge of your butts." Moose and Tag stared at her for a second and then nodded their heads. "Good, now hit the ground and give me fifty."
They groaned as she lowered them. After one look at her face though, they got down to it. CM and Major took off for the showeres and lunch. Charlie finally made it around the track and stopped in front of the kitchen window.
Leona shook her head. "Everyone I need you to meet me in the hangar at 13:00. We need to discuss our plans for the time being. Dismissed!"
Sighing heavily, Leona trotted off to the other side of the mansion. Hoping that she wouldn't run into anyone, she slipped into the hangar door. She needed to change the bandage and clean the wound. She just hoped that Creed wouldn't make an appearence.
Glancing around the darkened room, she didn't see anyone. She saw no sense in scanning the room, so she strode over to her ship and unlocked her. Climbing into the bay, she took out the med kit and the sterile water.
Leona stripped the skin from her upper body, not caring that she wasn't wearing anything under it, just knowing that she needed to clean the wounds. If she had scanned the room before like she should have, she would have sensed the feral presence waiting in the shadows.
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Victor stared, fascinated with the smooth brown skin that was lain bare to his peircing eyes. He watched as the female stripped the form fitting cloth from her upper body and laid her breasts to swing free of any restraint.
She had the body of a goddess. Tall and sleek, muscle where it needed to be, no fat at all. He guessed it was her diet, but he had seen her put away fairly large platter of food the night before. She was definitly worthy to get to know.
He sniffed the air and he caught the scent of jasmine. He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled. Victor opened his eyes and stalked toward his prey on silent feet, a predator's smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He knew that she wasn't aware of him and he wanted to keep it that way.
Leona splashed some of the water onto a sterile cloth and bathed the three long wounds on her shoulder. She never saw the dark shadow that came up behind her, nor did she hear the footsteps of someone approaching. The only thing she knew was that someone had come up behind her and she hadn't heard them or sensed them.
She whirled, expecting to see CM or Major, instead she stared into the broadest chest she had ever seen on a male. She wasn't ashamed to be half naked with the man, she was raised in a society that had communal showers for the men and women.
Leona looked up and was struck by the intense look that Creed was giving her. It was filled with heat and promise.
"How is your shoulder, Leona?" he purred, his deep voice wrapping her in a velvet cocoon.
"Hmmm...better," she mumbled. She swallowed carefully, lest he sense her leaping pulse.
Victor stared at the vein in her neck and noted the jump in heart rate. She was getting excited and he liked that. He could smell her excitement as it climbed higher and higher. He rather hoped that she would make the first move to run, his instincts running high.
Leona licked her lips, looking into Creed's eyes. She knew that something was about to happen. She could feel him tighten his muscles. She thought of running, when she saw the feral gleam in his eyes, but she didn't. Instead, she reached up and brought his head down to her. Her lips brushed over his lightly and delicately.
Creed was surprised but he wrapped his arms around the slight female that wasn't scared of him, and brought her up on his chest, cradlilng her head in one of his hands. He carefully kissed her back with more passion than he thought he had.
Leona gasped in his mouth and dropped the cloth she still held. Her fingers winding through Creed's long blonde hair, to wrap around his neck. She felt the urgency in his kiss and returned it.
She had felt the stirrings of arousal. It coursed through her veins in liquid splendor. Her breasts became heavy and tingled where they brushed against Creed's chest. She kissed him hungrily, her need becoming a thing of it's own.
Victor growled low in his throat when he felt the female respond and then demand attention. He liked the way that she was rubbing against him, like a lioness or a female wolf. Yes, she reminded him of a wolf, her namesake.
He hauled her over to a bench and sat down with her, dragging her into his lap. He let one of his hands drift over her hair and down her back. She shivered in response and kissed him harder. His hand teased and rubbed her back, lightly brushing against the side of her breast.
Leona moaned low in her throat. He was deliberatly drawing out her torment. She loved it. She was a demanding female and she needed a demanding male to dominate her and Creed was the one to do it.
Before they could go any further, the hangar door rolled back on it's track. They both cursed and broke apart. Leona hastily pulled her skin back on, as Creed straightened his hair and clothes. His eyes promised to finish what she had started and leapt to the concrete and stalked away.
Leona cursed whoever it was that had rolled the door back and finished cleaning the wonds and slapped on some plasti-skin. She ripped open an MRE, though she wasn't hungry in that sense. She stared at the meal pack then curled her lip up at it, then tossed it into a waste basket. She wasn't that hungry anyway.
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Ack...I know, long time, no post. Well I have to say that it was due in part to work and stress.....well, and laziness. Anyway, what you think? Getting racy enough for you?
Anyway, tell me what you think. I have to go and make a new entry in the old sleep journal. lol
Training Day
Part 2
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Leona smiled as she rolled from her bunk. Today was the day to test her theories. She quickly showered and dressed, pulling her long black hair back in a secure knot. She quickly donned her skin [1] and boots.
Yawning hugely, she scrambled down the hall to CM's door and banged it open.
"On your feet, Sarge!" she yelled at the sleeping girl. Soon she wouldn't even notice CM's youthfullness anymore.
CM growled low in her throat and slowly came around. She glared at Leona and turned over in her bed. Before she could close her eyes again, she was lifted in the air by unseen hands.
"Ahhh!!" CM screamed, before plummeting to the bed in a heap of sheets and limbs.
"Get out of bed and get them lay abouts out on the field in fifteen, ape!" Leona yelled, smiling the whole time. Turning, she left the room and hit the stairs, fairly flying down them. She waved to Hank and Ororo as she passed the kitchen door.
Hank smiled after the running female. "She's in high spirits it seems. What do you make of it, Storm?"
Ororo sipped her tea before answering. "She has decided to not let this be a bad thing for her."
"For who?" Snow asked, as he came into the kitchen.
"Lt. Wolfe, Nathan," Hank supplied, walking over to the window. "She has decided to make her stay a pleasent one." His lips lifted in a smile as he watched her jog across the backyard, jumping several low hedges and clearing them with room to spare. He was still amazed at the Pack's physical conditions. They were in top form, even with the age regression.
"What is Leona wearing?" Snow asked, taking a drink of his coffee.
"Those are their uniforms, I think," Ororo said, dumping out her tepid tea. "They were wearing them when we came upon them. Leona's is the only one that is different. Maybe her rank or what she is that marks her as a mutant in her world." Ororo drifted out of the room on those words, planning to hide from Jamie for the rest of the day.
Snow laughed and made some oatmeal with strawberries for Jamie. He'll love it, he thought. He wouldn't worry about their visitors, he knew that they would eventually find their way home or make their home here. He wouldn't mind that one. He kinda of liked their leader.
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Leona stopped for a moment to catch her breath. So far the whole Pack was in top form. She had put them through some of the worst exercises that they only made you do in boot. She waited as Moose and Tag made their way over. CM and Major were actually lagging behind. Charlie slowly made her way around the jury rigged track. She was grinning at something.
Leona looked over her shoulder when she felt a slight stirring in her mind. Three of the younger children had come out to watch them exercise. Jean Grey was watching from her window as well as one of the young males that she had not met. He sneezed of a sudden and there were two of him. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. Nope, there were still two of him.
Leona sighed and jerked her head around. Tag and Moose were rolling around the ground hitting each other. Leona rolled her eyes. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She pictured them rising in the air and being pulled apart by invisble hands. She opened her eyes to see them floating ten feet from the gound, staring at her in awe.
"I've told you two that I will not have you two killing each other while I am still in charge of your butts." Moose and Tag stared at her for a second and then nodded their heads. "Good, now hit the ground and give me fifty."
They groaned as she lowered them. After one look at her face though, they got down to it. CM and Major took off for the showeres and lunch. Charlie finally made it around the track and stopped in front of the kitchen window.
Leona shook her head. "Everyone I need you to meet me in the hangar at 13:00. We need to discuss our plans for the time being. Dismissed!"
Sighing heavily, Leona trotted off to the other side of the mansion. Hoping that she wouldn't run into anyone, she slipped into the hangar door. She needed to change the bandage and clean the wound. She just hoped that Creed wouldn't make an appearence.
Glancing around the darkened room, she didn't see anyone. She saw no sense in scanning the room, so she strode over to her ship and unlocked her. Climbing into the bay, she took out the med kit and the sterile water.
Leona stripped the skin from her upper body, not caring that she wasn't wearing anything under it, just knowing that she needed to clean the wounds. If she had scanned the room before like she should have, she would have sensed the feral presence waiting in the shadows.
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Victor stared, fascinated with the smooth brown skin that was lain bare to his peircing eyes. He watched as the female stripped the form fitting cloth from her upper body and laid her breasts to swing free of any restraint.
She had the body of a goddess. Tall and sleek, muscle where it needed to be, no fat at all. He guessed it was her diet, but he had seen her put away fairly large platter of food the night before. She was definitly worthy to get to know.
He sniffed the air and he caught the scent of jasmine. He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled. Victor opened his eyes and stalked toward his prey on silent feet, a predator's smile lifting the corners of his mouth. He knew that she wasn't aware of him and he wanted to keep it that way.
Leona splashed some of the water onto a sterile cloth and bathed the three long wounds on her shoulder. She never saw the dark shadow that came up behind her, nor did she hear the footsteps of someone approaching. The only thing she knew was that someone had come up behind her and she hadn't heard them or sensed them.
She whirled, expecting to see CM or Major, instead she stared into the broadest chest she had ever seen on a male. She wasn't ashamed to be half naked with the man, she was raised in a society that had communal showers for the men and women.
Leona looked up and was struck by the intense look that Creed was giving her. It was filled with heat and promise.
"How is your shoulder, Leona?" he purred, his deep voice wrapping her in a velvet cocoon.
"Hmmm...better," she mumbled. She swallowed carefully, lest he sense her leaping pulse.
Victor stared at the vein in her neck and noted the jump in heart rate. She was getting excited and he liked that. He could smell her excitement as it climbed higher and higher. He rather hoped that she would make the first move to run, his instincts running high.
Leona licked her lips, looking into Creed's eyes. She knew that something was about to happen. She could feel him tighten his muscles. She thought of running, when she saw the feral gleam in his eyes, but she didn't. Instead, she reached up and brought his head down to her. Her lips brushed over his lightly and delicately.
Creed was surprised but he wrapped his arms around the slight female that wasn't scared of him, and brought her up on his chest, cradlilng her head in one of his hands. He carefully kissed her back with more passion than he thought he had.
Leona gasped in his mouth and dropped the cloth she still held. Her fingers winding through Creed's long blonde hair, to wrap around his neck. She felt the urgency in his kiss and returned it.
She had felt the stirrings of arousal. It coursed through her veins in liquid splendor. Her breasts became heavy and tingled where they brushed against Creed's chest. She kissed him hungrily, her need becoming a thing of it's own.
Victor growled low in his throat when he felt the female respond and then demand attention. He liked the way that she was rubbing against him, like a lioness or a female wolf. Yes, she reminded him of a wolf, her namesake.
He hauled her over to a bench and sat down with her, dragging her into his lap. He let one of his hands drift over her hair and down her back. She shivered in response and kissed him harder. His hand teased and rubbed her back, lightly brushing against the side of her breast.
Leona moaned low in her throat. He was deliberatly drawing out her torment. She loved it. She was a demanding female and she needed a demanding male to dominate her and Creed was the one to do it.
Before they could go any further, the hangar door rolled back on it's track. They both cursed and broke apart. Leona hastily pulled her skin back on, as Creed straightened his hair and clothes. His eyes promised to finish what she had started and leapt to the concrete and stalked away.
Leona cursed whoever it was that had rolled the door back and finished cleaning the wonds and slapped on some plasti-skin. She ripped open an MRE, though she wasn't hungry in that sense. She stared at the meal pack then curled her lip up at it, then tossed it into a waste basket. She wasn't that hungry anyway.
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Ack...I know, long time, no post. Well I have to say that it was due in part to work and stress.....well, and laziness. Anyway, what you think? Getting racy enough for you?
Anyway, tell me what you think. I have to go and make a new entry in the old sleep journal. lol