Night and Day: Time Enough for Love
Chapter 4
by
Mo
Disclaimer: The X-Men and Alpha Flight belong to Marvel. The movie belongs to Fox. Belarus is an independent country and belongs to its citizens, mutant and otherwise. Bryn Mawr is a private women's college founded in 1885. It belongs to the women, mutant and otherwise, who have lived and learned there for the past 116 years. I do feel like Scott and Logan are a little bit mine since I've been borrowing them for so long.
Wendy was on the bed, pillows propped behind her, nursing April. Arthur walked in quietly and closed the door. "She asleep?" he asked softly, looking down at his daughter, stroking her fine brown hair a little.
"Not quite, but getting there. Sorry I missed the rest of the meeting but she was just not settling. I thought she'd do better without distractions. She's just all over Jean-Paul lately. Have you noticed? As soon as he comes into a room she toddles over to him."
"Yeah, but he doesn't seem exactly thrilled by the attention. Although I do think he's warming up to her. Maybe he's just not used to being around babies. Well, if she's got to develop a crush on somebody, better Jean-Paul than Logan. He seems to think children are some other species entirely."
Wendy laughed at that and asked him what happened after she left. "Sounds like we're in some kind of trouble," he said, but his smile suggested he didn't mean it. "We're getting a visit from the Home Office - a One-Eye once over."
"Cyclops is coming here? How come?"
"I'm not sure. Logan was really vague about it. Maybe he doesn't know. Just checking on us, seeing how we're doing, what we need - that's what he said, anyway."
"He calls all the time. You'd think he'd have a good sense of what's going on here. There must be more to it. Logan didn't say anything else?"
"Well, he said they are thinking of sending more people up here in the near term, so that might be part of it. Maybe Scott wants to get a sense of how many they could send or who would fit in. Oh, and he is bringing someone with him - a former X-Man, code name Angel."
"I think I know him. Is his real name Warren Worthington? Flies, but not like Jean-Paul? Has actual wings?"
"No one said what his real name is but Jean-Paul said he has wings. I don't think Logan's ever met him. How do you know him? And don't tell me it's a Bryn Mawr connection."
"If you don't want me to tell you, I won't tell you. Here I am, not telling you that a woman down the hall from me at Russian House went out with him for a while."
"Is there any man - or woman, for that matter - alive that has not gone out with you or someone else in the Mawrter mutant underground? I swear, Wen, someday they are going to find intelligent life elsewhere in the universe. I'm going to be watching on TV while they show the first pictures of this alien being and I'll holler to you to come quickly so you don't miss it. And you'll just look at him/her/it and tell me that one of the women in your dorm dated him/her/it for a while."
Wendy laughed again. "There were a few of us. And some of them dated a lot. Not me, of course. I was saving myself for you."
Arthur snorted at that. "So tell me about this Angel guy. You think it's the same one?"
"Got to be. I know he was an X-Man, although it was supposed to be a huge secret, of course. He's Warren Worthington III, oldest son of Worthington Industries. So, he's rich. And smart. And really gorgeous, if you like them tall, thin and Byronic. Diana was crazy about him."
"Sounds like Diana wasn't the only one."
"Nah, not my type. 'Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind', you know. He was kind of fun, but a little too aristocratic for my tastes; a little too sure that everyone would be as impressed with his name and position as he was. Besides," she added, "I like a different look in men, anyway. Somewhat more substantial-looking. And hairier - all over." He frowned slightly. "Well, head hair is optional." The smile returned. "Construction experience is essential - that's a real turn on. And, most importantly, he's got to have a dick that curves slightly to the left when erect."
Arthur leaned over, moved Wendy's long hair out of the way, and kissed her. Wendy kissed him back and said, "I think she's asleep now." Stuck her finger in April's mouth to break the suction and unlatch her, waited a minute and said, "Yeah, she's out," wrapping a blanket around her.
"Do you want me to put her in her nest?" Arthur asked.
"No, I'll do it." April, wrapped in the blanket and sleeping soundly, rose into the air and floated gently to the "nest" on the floor - a large, soft, round cushion. Arthur had bought it from a catalogue of pet supplies where it was being sold as a dog bed. He and Wendy had been amused by Logan's perplexed reaction to the nest and to the information that it was for their daughter, not a dog. "She sleeps there?" he had asked. Wendy said that mostly April slept with them but sometimes she napped on the nest. He hadn't looked any less confused by that explanation.
With April settled in the nest, Arthur leaned over and kissed Wendy again, slowly. He reached into her shirt, still unbuttoned, and started stroking her right breast, feeling the nipple get hard as he touched it. He shifted position, moving down a little to kiss her other breast, licking around the reddish brown areola and then sucking on the nipple. He got a little milk in his mouth, swallowed it and told her it tasted good.
"I'm so glad you're not one of those men who think the milk is a turn off."
"Just the opposite," he said, smiling. "I agree with Heinlein that the most attractive breasts are the baby-chewed ones."
"Arthur, you are the only man in the world who quotes Heinlein in bed."
"I had no idea your experience was so vast, Wen. Or is this based on the amalgamation of your experience and all of the Mawrter mutant underground?"
"Shut up and kiss me again."
He did, sucking her tongue into his mouth, reaching between her legs to stroke, feeling that she had nothing on besides the big shirt. Tugged gently on her lips, moved a finger around but not directly on her clit. Slipped a couple of fingers into her cunt, then pulled them back out, wet and warm, to stroke some more. She held on to his head, running her fingers through his hair as they kissed, moving her hips to get the friction she needed. She could feel him hard against her but the clothes were in the way.
Unbuttoning his jeans telekinetically she rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him, without stopping the kiss. Holding his hard cock in her hand now, she moved it back and forth across her warm wet opening, up to her clit, back down.
Wendy stopped kissing Arthur and sat up, straddling him, still holding his cock. She lowered herself onto him, guiding him into her with her hand. "Mmm" he said. "That feels good," as she started moving up and down on him.
"Put your hands here," she said, holding both of her breasts, and he reached up and did just that. He played with the nipples a little, telling her again how he loved looking at her breasts, touching them. She put her own hand on her clit and rubbed herself as she rode up and down on him, steadying herself with her other hand behind her, anchored on his thickly muscled thigh. She closed her eyes and concentrated on what she was doing and feeling, moving faster now. Hearing Arthur talking to her, loving the feel of him in her and under her, rubbing and riding faster and harder until she came, her cunt squeezing him in waves of contractions. With him still inside, she lay down on top of him. He held her by the hips with large, strong hands and moved her up and down, breathing hard now, until he was coming, too, saying her name as he did. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes and then she rolled off of him but stayed near, cuddled up.
"So, why do you think Scott and Warren are coming here?" she said, after a while.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask one of your Mawrter friends, since they know everything?"
"Don't knock the Bryn Mawr connection, Arthur. If it weren't for Heather having been at Bryn Mawr we wouldn't even be here, you know." Then, after a minute, "It's a good thing we're here, isn't it? Most of the time?"
"Mmm hmmm. It's great to be here, when I think of the alternatives. I bet those mutants in Belarus are wishing they had somewhere to escape to like we did. I'm just sorry I didn't listen to you and agree to leave earlier."
"Don't be sorry. I think we did the right thing. If we hadn't stayed, we'd always have wondered if we could have. Anyway, I could call Heather and see if she knows what Cyclops is coming here for. Hey, maybe it's just an excuse and he really wants to see Logan. They used to be lovers, you know. Maybe he wants to get back together again."
"Logan and Scott - lovers? Really? He doesn't seem the type."
"Which one?"
"Well, both of them, I guess, but I meant Logan. I would have said he was 100% straight." And then, after a pause, "Are you telling me I'm the only straight man here?"
She chuckled at that. "Yeah, I guess so. Does it make you nervous? Anyway, you'll have Warren here soon. According to Diana he was pretty actively heterosexual, at least in college. She said there's nothing like sex with wings. Not that I was paying that much attention, mind you, since he's not my type. Anyway, you can pull him aside and ask him to hang out with you and talk about whatever straight white guys talk about when they're bonding."
"Oh, I'm sure that would go over really well. 'Hi, you must be Warren. I'm Arthur and I'm heterosexual. Want to hang out?' God, I should try it just to see what happens."
"I dare you."
"Okay, right after you tell him that you hear there's nothing like winged sex." He paused a minute and then said, "Logan and Scott? Really?"
"I got it from Heather and you know the Mawrter mutant underground knows everything."
"She's not even a mutant, Wen."
"Well, she's an honorary mutant. She's the only normal human who knew about us. Little did we know that we were preparing her for her future career letting her in our crowd. Anyway, I'm sure she's right about Scott and Logan. She spent time with them when they were together. She said she was sorry to hear they broke up - she thought they were really good together. It is a little hard to picture. Well, I find it hard to picture just about anybody with Logan - he's so contrary."
"It's only you he fights with, so maybe you're the contrary one."
"Shut up, Arthur," she said again and snuggled in closer.
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