#poppingthatpostingcherry

“I mean yeah, he tried to take over the world, but I’d still be down if he asked. Well his younger self of course. He was fine when he was younger and GILFs are not my thing.” This statement gets a few eager head nods of agreement from the other new recruits around the kitchen island. We just completed our first mission as official X-Men members and are currently celebrating with a few drinks. Before I can bring the sweet liquid to my lips again, I hear a familiar voice join us.

“And who’s this GILF I’m apparently losing my girlfriend to?” I whip my head towards the entrance to see James Proudstar leaning against the archway. After a few weeks in Arizona, he’s finally back at the mansion.

I give him a huge smile as I go to hug him. “We were talking about Magneto, but you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” I give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Because we can’t go back in time.”

He gives a dramatic pout as he places his hand over his heart. “I came all the way from the reservation just to hear you lusting over another guy. Why did I even come back?”

“To be with your loving girlfriend who brightens up any room she’s in, literally.” As I say this, I release a string of electricity from my fingertips. Though that turned out to be a bad idea, resulting in me losing focus and shooting it across the room straight into the trash. Soon the room is filled with shouts to put out the small flame that was quickly growing. The panic only rises when someone thinks fire plus more fire equals no fire and decides to add their own to the mix. You can guess this only made the fire grow stronger; gotta love drunk newbies. Thankfully the fire is soon dowsed by a large pile of snow, courtesy of Professor Storm’s daughter. Once the situation is handled, we all fall out into fits of giggles, slightly more sober after the  incident.

James wraps his arm around my waist, catching my attention. “I’m taking that as my que to stop you from going any further tonight.”

“Whaaat? No, we were just about to rank the perky butts of all the guys in our squad.” In my mind, the excuse I gave him was perfectly sound and reasonable, apparently not to him.

“You don’t even realize how you sound right now, do you? Babe, I’m pretty sure that’s classified as sexual harassment. How much have you had to drink?” He glances at the glass behind me, long forgotten since his arrival.

“I’ve actually only had a few drinks, however, those shots mixed with lack of sleep has put me in a crazed sober state. And that’s not even including my everyday Luna Lovegood head-in-the-clouds personality that you fell so hard for.” I finish with a cheesy lopsided grin and angel pose.

James responds with a roll of his eyes and a suppressed smile. “Yeah and its time for you to go calm down before you start frizzing up again. How does relaxing in my room with some Netflix sound?” He suggests, guiding me out towards the main staircase. After two struggling steps, he decides to just carry me the rest of the way.

No complaints were coming from me, although his close proximity after being apart for a few weeks had certain areas of my body tingling. “Netflix and chill? More like Netflix and fuck my brains out.” I mumble to myself.

“What was that?”

“What?”