Teenage Lust [Husk, Iceman]

[Iceman]

(ooc: This is set sometime in the two weeks, after Bobby's interview, before Jubes arrives, and before Rogue calls if that happens.)

As soon as he parted with Warren, Bobby headed for the kitchen. After being outside with the blistering sun beating down on him (it was only eighty outside, but for the walking popsicle, sixty-five was too hot), he wanted something cold.

He'd been pleased to find that there was ice cream in the freezer--usually it was gone as soon as it was stocked, and he never got a whiff of it. Pair that with the root beer in the fridge, and he had himself a root beer float.

And in the process, a disgusting sticky mess of ice cream, root beer, and other completely unrelated things covering the counters. Bobby had put away the now-sticky ice cream box and the bottle of root beer, but had decided to enjoy his treat before he wiped up the counters (if he even planned to). He sat on a stool behind the island and enjoyed his float happily, flipping the pages of some teen magazine some girl had left there.

Bobby had caught Paige’s eye as she and some girls stood outside the door. For the life of her, she couldn't remember the names of the females, but she knew the boys as Bobby and Warren/Angel from what the girls said. They were both good looking guys, and Paige made it a goal to familiarize herself with them.

Making her way into the kitchen, she noticed that Bobby was already in the room, albeit distracted. Paige grabbed a soda pop from the fridge and casually walked over to the island. He was reading a girls magazine, how interesting.

"You and your man are cute together."

Bobby had been so lost in thought that he didn't notice someone else had entered the kitchen until she spoke. He looked up then, and found himself looking at a girl he'd never met before.

She was quite a looker, a leggy blonde with a bright smile. Bobby looked down the length of her figure and back up, not being exactly discreet in the act, but not being too forward either. A welcoming smile slid onto his face.

His interest in the new face (and everything connected to it) occupied him for a moment, and when he turned to what she'd said, he was confused. "What?" His smile remained, though one eyebrow quirked curiously.

He thought back to the girls he and Warren had seen spying on them outside. "Ohhh," he said, understanding for a moment, before the way she'd worded it struck him with realization.

He looked up at her again, eyes narrowing slightly as he wondered if she'd been insinuating what he thought. "Wait...You dont--" Bobby grinned, half laughing at the situation good-naturedly, and half embarrassed. "We're not--well, I'm not--gay."

No reason to make Warren seem available, too. Less competition.

Bobby laughed as he pushed his spoon around in his ice cream. He shot a sideways glance at those legs again as he added, "No, I'm very straight..."

He looked up again to the blonde's face, setting down his spoon and turning toward her in his seat. "You must be brand new--I'd remember that face." He gave her a warm smile as he introduced himself.

"I'm Bobby. Bobby Drake."

Paige couldn't help but giggle. She always found it amusing how boys reacted to being called gay, and Bobby was no exception. He seemed very determined to prove that he was interested in girls. Of course, she was well aware of her good looks, and couldn't blame the poor boy.

"Nice to meet you Bobby, I'm Paige. And yea, I'm pretty new here." She smiled back. She liked him already. Taking a seat next to him, Paige sipped her cola.

"So what can you tell me about yourself?"

Bobby paused for a moment as he considered her question. It was kind of like being quizzed about himself. He just had to come up with an answer that was interesting.

"Well...If you ever need your drink iced--" Bobby reached for her Coke and placed his hand on it, his fingers overlapping Paige's. As he looked at the can, his hand and the metal can grew icy cold. He lifted his hand before it would freeze her skin at all, and continued. "I'm your guy."

He flashed her a smile as he returned his hands to his own drink. "And I've been here forever, so if you need anybody to show you the ropes, I'd be happy to help."

Would he ever.

She gasped his body temperature dropped dramatically, as well as the can in her hand. That was something Paige had not been expecting. Taking another sip of her drink, she was delighted to find it extra cold. Based on what he said, it was pretty easy to determine that his abilities dealt with ice. Cool, no pun intended.

"I'd love a private tour of this place. I've only met a few people so far, and I haven't really had the chance to really see the mansion."

Paige was positive that Bobby was a member of the X-Men too. Things were working in her favor it seemed.
Bobby smirked and pushed his root beer float to the side. "Well then, let me give you the grand tour," he offered as he stood from his stool.

"I can tell you about everyone here, in a minute, tops," he said confidently as he dumped his float in the sink and opened the dishwasher, setting the cup inside and shutting it again.

"Okay, so you've got...Storm, she runs the place now. She's cool, no complaints there. Then you've got Nightcrawler--If you've seen him, you know him, he's the blue guy with the tail. You've probably smelled him around." Bobby spoke of blue people and smells casually, as though they were everyday occurrences. Which, at Xavier's, they were.

"Then you have Logan..." Bobby glanced over his shoulder at the door, then leaned against the counter close to Paige, lowering his voice. Wouldn’t want Logan’s super senses to hear him. "He's badass. Scary guy. Cool. But scary."

Bobby stood again and tapped the counter. "Alright, let's go. You have a room yet? I can show you mine, give you an idea for it." Right. He had a few ideas of his own.

As he walked to the door, he continued his evaluation of the X-Men. "Then there's Warren, the pretty one. He's as gay as they come, got a boyfriend in L.A., but he makes no bones about his crush on me. We've all gotten used to it by now."

Inside, Bobby was fighting to keep his face serious. It wasn't good enough payback, that was for sure, but it would at least have successfully killed any chance Warren might have had with this girl, if Bobby was at all lucky.
Paige chose to hold onto her drink instead, still enjoying the icy feeling beneath her hand and knowing how it got there. He could prove very useful in case the fridge ever broke down.

As he talked about the members of the X-men, she tried to visualize each one. Paige had seen a picture of Storm in one of the newspapers once. She seemed very dedicated to her cause. She had a little trouble with visuallizing Nightcrawler, as she kept seeing Maggott as he had appeared under the blue light. Paige had no idea who Logan might be, but had an image of a hard core rebel in her mind. And Warren was the beautiful boy with the wings. She had already seen him, and had no trouble recalling his face. Pity he was unavailable.

Bobby, however, was making himself perfectly available. Him and his room. They had now stopped in the hall, and he had opened the door to his living quarters. It was most definitely a guys room, complete with unfolded clothes and a mess on the desk. Paige sat down on the bed and made herself comfortable.

"Nice place you got here. it's a lot bigger than I thought it would be."

[Iceman]

As Paige settled in, Bobby went about trying to clean up a little. He picked up piles of unfolded clothes from his bed and moved them to the empty bed across the room, and moved a couple of cups from the middle of the floor to his nightstand.

"Sorry about the mess, I was playing with Hanna--this adorable new little girl--before we left for Baltimore," Bobby explained as he crouched down to collect the coloring book pages which littered the floor. "Then, with the whole coma thing, I haven't really had time to clean up."

He put the pages and crayons on his desk and gave up on the rest. "It is nice. Sometimes I wish I had my own little apartment or something," he said as he sat on his bed and leaned across it, against the wall. "But after five years, you get attached."

So it seemed like she wanted to hang out there for a while. That was perfectly fine by Bobby. On top of being good-looking, she seemed pretty cool to talk to. "Besides, where else do you get a huge pool, free food, a huge-screen TV, stables? Not to mention training."

"I ran into Hannah when I first came in. I cant believe she's so young and already in this place." So Bobby liked kids. That was definitely a good thing in her book. Paige smiled fondly as she looked at all the trademark signs that a young child was here.

"This place has all that? I really shouldn't be surprised, but wow! And to top it all off, a place to really learn about your powers? It's like a dream come true."

Paige finished off the last of her drink before placing the can on the desk with the rest of the cups. She was sure Bobby wouldn't notice or mind.

"But what was the thing about a coma? Were you involved in that incident with the Brotherhood?" Paige didn't know much about what had happened, but she read about the two mutant factions clashing heads down in Baltimore. Details had been sketchy, but it seemed to have been over the Cure.

Bobby laughed under his breath as he let his head roll back against the wall, with a tired expression. "Yeah, you could say that," he said carefully. Behind his closed eyes, he was deciding on how to explain it. It had been on the news, so there was plenty he could tell her without saying something he shouldn't. But should he tell her he'd been possessed? Was that even believable? He wasn't sure himself.

"I...Some witch in The Brotherhood kind of...Took over my head," he said slowly, his tone showing that he found it as weird as she probably would. "I don't really remember everything, but Ororo said that my powers were way over-extended, and it exhausted me. I guess I collapsed?" It was clear he couldn't remember fully, though he tried as he stared at the opposite wall.

"Hell of a field trip, though," he said as he turned to her again, lightening the mood with a joke and a grin. "So what brings you to Xavier's? I mean, other than the obvious." Obviously she was there because she had powers, but Bobby wondered if her family didn't like her mutantcy, or accepted it, or what. Everyone had a story, after all.

"That sounds pretty rough. I'm glad you're okay now." She looked hard at him, to make sure he really was okay, then smiled. It sounded like it had been a rough time for him, so she wouldn't press. But he asked about her reasons for coming, so now it was her turn to share.

"Well, ever since my brother became a mutant, I was dying to become one too. And when I got my powers, I was thrilled beyond belief. I want to find a mutant-related career, and when I learned about this place, I simply had to come."
Bobby thought for a moment before answering. "I don't know how many mutant-related careersthere are," he said, searching his mind. "I mean, there's being an X-Man, but thats a volunteer job. I've had to pick up landscaping and being a snowboard instructor at a lodge north of here to pay the bills."

Thinking of Hank McCoy, he added, "Or there's always Secretary of Mutant Affairs. But other than that, being a mutant is probably more of a liability than a good thing when it comes to getting a job."

Bobby scooted farther back on the bed, propping one leg up on the edge. "What you should think about doing is getting a job that'll give you a lot of access to people or to the media, and then use that to help change the way people view mutants." Every now and then, Bobby showed a glimmer of deep thinking which was usually well-hidden beneath his joking manner.

"For instance, I'm doing an interview with Teen People sometime soon. I'm willing to become the object of the female teen population's affections if it means improving mutant-human relations." He spoke heavily, and stoicly, as if becoming an object of affection would be a burden. It was a facade that would be easily seen through. He couldn't deny that he was looking forward to it.
She burst out laughing at what he said. It was obvious he would love being a piece of meat for millions of boy crazy girls. "Hmmm, how selfless of you. Way to take one for the team." She flashed Bobby a smirk before continuing on.

"I was actually interested in joining the X-Men. I think it'd be really cool, and my mutant abilities are pretty veratile. Watch this."

Paige held out her hand. By now, she had learned how to control a good deal of her powers, and could successfully decide what was underneath her skin. Pinching the top of her hand, she pulled off the top layer of her skin, revealing a shiny silver hand underneath. The dead skin in her hand quickly shrivelled up, and she tossed it into an empty cup on the stand.

With her now silver hand, Paige waved to Bobby. "Pretty neat, huh? After I shed the silver, I can just sell it for cash. I don't think I really need to worry about money."

There was a moment in which Bobby felt a little bit sick at the sight of Paige ripping off her own skin. But then he saw what was underneath, and his sick feeling turned to intrigue. He stared at her new hand as she wadded up the dead skin and tossed it into a cup.

He caught her hand in mid-wave, turning it over as he examined it. "That is. So. Cool," he said in a hushed voice, tapping the back of her gleaming hand. The fact that it still moved like a normal hand made the fact that he was holding it a little more intimate than he'd expected the action to come across, but he didn't let go.

"You can change your whole body like that?" he asked, looking to her still-skin-covered face with interest etched on his. "What all can you turn into?"

As Bobby grabbed her hand, Paige felt a pang of annoyance at herself. Because her skin was currently metal, she had no sensation of what was happening. She's have to take his hand in hers when she was completely natural...For the moment, she wiggled her fingers in his hand, delighted by his interest in her powers.

"Yeah, I can shed my entire skin, but it ruins my clothes. Hold on a second." Paige took off her coat and shoes, and put them on the table. She had no idea what was gonna happen between them, but she didn't want to ruin her favorite coat and boots.

Bobby's eyebrows rose slightly as she started to strip out of her clothes, half-expecting (and fully hoping) that she'd be interested in trying to save all of her clothes from being destroyed. By taking them all off.

[Iceman]

(ooc: THIS POST RATED PG-13 for nudity and general lustiness and good stuff like that)

"Howabout ice? Can you turn into ice?" He asked as she laid her coat and shoes on the table. The temperature in the room, which had already been a good ten below what was comfortable for most people, dropped another ten as he spoke. His skin turned white, his lips and fingers blue, before a thin frost began to form on his face, all in a matter of a few seconds.

Then his skin began to turn a clearish-blue, more clear where there was less mass, such as in his hands. The ice was incredibly detailed, showing all of his features, and he still moved naturally, just as Husk did.

Bobby grinned at Paige as he placed a hand on her neck to chill her up. Cold radiated from him like a freezer.

"Silver Woman, meet Iceman."

Paige watched in awe as Bobby went from normal boy to hypothermia boy, to a solid ice sculpture. She was still staring when he touched her neck, eliciting a little shriek from her. Damn he was cold! She giggled after the initial reaction, feeling silly and simply enjoy being around a cute boy with cool mutant powers.

"Alright, two can play at this game!" Paige pulled off the rest of her skin, wadding it up into a large ball of ruined clothes and skin. Now she lay on Bobby's bed, a shapely woman of solid silver. She couldnt feel the cold anymore, and touched the shards of ice that made up his air.

Bobby had scooted to the edge of his bed and leaned forward, tipping the cup she'd tossed her old skin into to see what it looked like. He heard what she said, but didn't fully register it until something falling to the floor caught his eye. He looked at the small heap of shriveled skin, the tattered remains of the clothes she'd been wearing catching his attention. He froze, cup still in hand, and a smile creeped slowly onto his icy features.

"You're not wearing anything, are you?" he asked with a smile, as though realizing that he'd been the victim of a prank. He licked his lips and set the cup down.

"Am I going to get slapped if I turn around right now?" He had a feeling that shedding the clothes hadn't been an accident, though it could have been. He'd give her her privacy just in case, but if she didn't protest, he'd turn around to get a look-see.

Paige scooted to the head of the bed while Bobby was preoccupied with her skin. From the sounds of it, he had figured out her intentions. Good, that would save them a lot of trouble. She smiled, positioning herself at an angle so she looked the most inviting. With a metallic foot, she rubbed his leg.
"Why dont you see and find out?"

Bobby didnt need to be invited twice. As though her spoken invite wasnt enough, the way she caressed his leg very nearly gave Iceman chills of the best kind.

As he turned to look at her,he leaned toward her. He paused only a moment to let his eyes rove over her entire shining flawless form, before closing the space between them. After all, there are better ways to explore than with ones eyes.

Bobby put his hand on Paiges hip, sliding it across the smooth cool silver. His hand ledt her skin and he rested his weight on the bed, behind her back,leaning over her. He used the fact that she was made of living breathing silver as an excuse to stare. Mainly at her chest.

A smile played on his lips as his other hand's fingers traced her jawline. He had dated every now and then since rogue had left, but it had been far too long since hed gotten any play.

He tilted his head down to meet hers, and as his face neared hers,he swiftly reverted back to his flesh form. He planned to enjoy this as much as possible.

Bobby turning back to normal was the last thing she saw before closing her eyes and giving in to the kiss. Her lips felt none of the sensations, but when she opened her mouth and let his tongue in, she could feel the wet heat. When his hand slipped behind her head to run through her silver hair, Paige decided to revert back.

Without breaking contact with Bobby, she grabbed a hold of the side of her face and tugged. The silver pulled away, revealing creamy skin underneath. Unfortunately, the silver was a harder material, and broke off into several pieces before Paige was completely herself again. She pulled Bobby flush to her, relishing the heat of another's body against her. "Touch me, please," she moaned into his ear.

Bobby was so caught in the passion of the moment that he didnt give a thought to what what they were doing meant. He wasnt a one-night-stand kind of guy, and would feel kind of gross later if a relationship didnt come from their initial actions.

But right then, she had his complete attention. He felt the silver slide out from under his hands in pieces, and opened his eyes. He caught a glimpse of her face, once again covered with skin, tempting him.

Never one to back down from a challemge he broke their heated kiss and trailed kisses down to her neck. His hands ran down her arms, moving to her stomach before reversing directions and sliding his hands between them, over her bare breasts.

He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing as he took it off a muscular stomach and chest which were the result of many hours spent in the workout room and the danger room (and some help from his recently-discovered ability to absorb water and add to his strength).

As soon as the shirt was off, he tossed it to the side and returned to her embrace. "You. Are gorgeous," he said just as he pressed his lips onto hers again.

It was like everywhere that he touched was immediately set ablaze, followed by an chilly tingle. Paige couldn't get enough of it. She slipped one hand into his blonde curls and let the other slide down his back. The burning ice sensation was everywhere now, with Bobby kissing her again. She raked her nails between his shoulderblades, just hard enough to sting.


(And we'll cut it off there to keep the dirty details a secret.)