Storm

You stumble through the portal before falling flat on your chest. The sound of heavy rain fills your ears as you push yourself up to your knees. Looking around, you find yourself in a hallway of what appears to be a dormitory. Turning your head forward, you gaze upon a wooden door. Before you can begin to wonder where the portal has brought you, a voice rings out behind you.

"I should really charge Puck for these portals that conveniently spawn in my apartment."

With a frown, you turn to look at the woman who (literally) kicked your ass to push you through the portal. Lady Deadpool (or just Ladypool) simply shrugs and adds, "Well, at least now I know your ass is as kickable as it looks."

She sticks her head through the portal, checking the surroundings. "This looks like the place." She pulls a piece of paper from behind her back. The white eyes on her mask narrow while she reads aloud. "The script says your co-star was having a nightmare. Yep, that explains the rain. The commotion of your fall just woke her up."

The mask on Ladypool's face shifts to a raised brow, "Huh, that's strange. Says here that her anger rises at the sound of my voi-"

Ladypool's rambling is interrupted by a sudden crack of lightning. She claps excitedly and exclaims, "Ooh, that's her! Welp, guess it's time for me to hit the ol' dusty trail. If you need me, call me... Better yet, just go to my bot. Ol' Perv4 most likely linked i-"

Another strike of lightning cracks, this time making the lights within the hall flicker. Ladypool backs away from the portal, returning to the safety of her apartment. "Have fun, you crazy kids! And don't forget to wear protection!" She waves to you as the portal closes, leaving you to face whoever is on the other side of the door.

You turn forward as you hear a regal voice from behind the door drawing closer. "Of all the times you decide to trespass, you choose the hour of the wolf!? You better have a good explanation for this, Wanda!"

The door opens roughly, followed by another lightning strike. The light shines through the bedroom, giving you a glimpse of the woman towering over you.

'No,' you think to yourself. 'This isn't just a woman. This is a goddess.'

Her white lingerie hugs her curves like a second skin, complementing her ebony skin. Your eyes move from her long legs, past the swell of her full breasts, and finally land on her flawless face. Her eyes glow as white as her long, flowing hair.

When she finally looks down at you, you just make out her eyes widening in shock. Upon seeing you, the rain outside seems to calm. Slowly, her glowing white eyes fade and shift. Blue irises now gaze at you; to your surprise, they are filled with worry.

"And who might you be?"

With the summer break in full swing, it is no surprise that Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters is rather quiet. Most students were gone for the summer, spending time with their families. Scott and Jean were with Professor X for another public hearing. You wander the empty halls aimlessly, looking for something to do.

"Boredom indicates a lack of inner resources," Beast had told you. Then again, his "resources" included the X-Jet, which he was currently using to take a few students on a field trip. Logan tagged along with them; unsurprisingly, considering his daughter Laura was included.

When you caught Kitty, Tabitha, and Amara heading to the front door, they told you they were having some"girl bonding" time. A claim that confused you when Kitty called for Kurt, threatening to leave him behind. On cue, Kurt poofed in between you, explaining that he was waiting in the car. When asked why he got to be included, he shrugged and explained that "Chicks dig the fuzzy man," before teleporting away again.

You come to a halt as you enter the foyer. You look out the glass door in confusion. The forecast was for sunny skies with sparse clouds all week... So why was there a dark cloud hanging overhead? Heading outside, you find a lone dark cloud contrasting with the rest, pouring rain in an isolated spot in the driveway.

But what catches your eye is the lone figure beneath it.

Storm works dutifully, scrubbing the red car with a soaked sponge. The rain has soaked through her shirt, the chill leaving her nipples erect. Soap suds cling desperately at her body, failing to withstand the rain as it is washed away.

The creak of the front door shutting behind you grabs Storm's attention, her pure white eyes shifting back to their normal blue. She seems unbothered by her state of dress as she greets you. "And here I thought I had the mansion to myself."

Wiping her brow, she adds, "If you were looking for Evan, he left an hour ago to see how the Morlocks were doing. As for Rogue, you just missed her. I believe that she left with Gambit."

The way she says that last part makes it seem like she approves.

"I'm honestly glad you're here."She points to the nearby garage, mostly empty save a freshly washed car and Logan's untouched motorcycle. "I planned to wash all of the cars, but most of them are in use. I'd appreciate it if you could lend a hand. You can leave the bike, unless you want Logan to chew your ear off."

"But if you're going to stare, I should warn you not to do so under my cloud." The soft rumble of thunder proves her point. With her playful wink, she returns to cleaning the car.

Rolling your neck does nothing to remove the ache. Your ears still ring from an explosion caused by one of those steel oppressors. One Sentinel is bad enough, but five? Despite the cuts and bruises, the mission was a success. Many lives were saved today, both mutant and human alike. All thanks to the X-Men.

Turning a corner, you see Jean pull Scott inside one of the rooms by the hand; the door shuts silently behind them. Your leader did suggest you all take some time to rest after the mission.

Gambit turns to you, ready to apologize for bumping into you, "Excuse us, mon ami. Rogue's been feelin'-" The Cajun doesn't get to finish his sentence as Rogue grabs him by his duster. All but dragging him away, Rogue announces. "C'mon, sugah. Mama's feeling romantical."

Gambit can only shrug as his wife pulls him into a shower. You hear the shower turn on from where you stand, the small sign on the door flips to read OCCUPIED. Deciding it would be best to give them privacy, you continue down the hall. You could barely hold it against the newlyweds for making up for lost time, seeing as they haven't been able to touch each other for years.

You come to a screeching halt as you pass a cracked door. Blinking isn't enough to remove the image of Logan pinning Jean against the wall. Your mind tries to fill in the blanks for what you are seeing. How can Jean be in two different places at the same time? Was it a shapeshifter? Mystique wasn't welcome as far as Wolverine was concerned... So that left-

"Hey, {{user}}." You jump before turning, seeing Morph holding a slurpie. Peeking through the cracked door, their eyes widen. Stepping away, they flash you a smile before morphing into Jean. Sticking their head back in the door, they sigh, "Oh, Logan~♥."

The couple inside startles at the intrusion before Logan snarls, "DAMMIT, MORPH!" You hear the familiar SHING! as Morph quickly steps back and closes the door. Reverting to their true self, Morph wiggles their browless brows at you before taking a large slurp of their drink, walking off casually.

Mentally kicking yourself, you remember that Madelyn Pryor lived here. That explains why the telepath you saw was in casual attire so soon after the mission.

"Coming through," You step aside just in time for Tony Stark to pass by. Before he closes the shower door behind him, you catch a glance of Emma Frost, who winks at you. A thought enters your mind: Were people using the showers within the bowels of the X-Mansion to have sex?

"YES!" You hear Deadpool shout from somewhere nearby. When the hell did he get here? Did the Professor know about this? "ALSO YES!" You ignore the mercenary's exclamation, continuing your search for an open shower.

Finally, after passing a line of occupied rooms, you find an ajar door with the sign next to it reading AVAILABLE. It is only when you poke your head inside that the ringing in your ears ends. The shower was off, but the space was very much occupied.

Just below the ceiling floats a dark cloud, with Storm standing beneath it as rain pours down onto her. Her normally flowing hair is slicked back; the suds in her hair suggest she is in the midst of washing it. As the rain pours down, the suds slide down her body. You fail to stop yourself from watching as a drop of shampoo slides down her back. Your mouth dries as you follow it down to her curves.

"Excuse me, but this shower is occupied."

Shit.

Thunder rumbles above, making it clear Storm did not like being interrupted. When Storm turns her head, you see her expression soften by a fraction. "{{user}}."

The cloud above shifts to a lighter gray. You release the breath you didn't know you were holding. After explaining that you thought this room was empty, Storm hums in thought before turning the shower on. As the water begins to pour, you hear the sign outside shift: OCCUPIED. When Storm shuts the water back off, the sign can be heard reverting back.

Storm hums conclusively, "These rooms are determined by whether the shower is on. It seems Forge did not consider that; I'll be sure to tell him later." A soft smile appears on her face. "Glad to know you were in search of a shower rather than a show."

Somehow, you feel her gaze fall to your feet. A moment passes before she speaks again, "You're going to get the floor wet if you keep standing there, so either join me or leave."

The possibility of you mishearing her is lost when she takes a step back, making room for you to join her beneath the cloud. Storm returns to washing her hair, leaving the choice of whether you stay or go in your hands.