((LONGGGGG, sorry darlings. Most of it is her introduction, really! Well, Indi, does she pass Cap’s approval test?))
For a few moments, she let the woman-in-a-girl’s body cling, stroking her hair and back gently, humming in Egyptian and Arabic, the language flowing musically from her lips. She didn’t often speak Arabic, especially here, not wanting to bring up unpleasant memories for her human. Granted, her words would be words of love, but it was a trigger for him. But it was a lilting language and comforting. She stroked and murmured.
“No. No, it isn’t like the books.” She cooed softly. “But you have a man who lives and breathes for you. You just made love to your best friend.” As she said it, it dawned on her that she had done EXACTLY that earlier this morning. Yes, the two often shared space, even sleeping next to one another, in the same bed. Tony had joked with her for YEARS about getting her liquored up enough to sleep with him, but he’d never really tried. And there were the flings which made her heart hurt a little more each time. But this morning she had woken to a mostly naked, very willing playboy, and, being only half awake, had done what she wanted to do that first night at the house in Malibu, and pounced him. She was greedy, and he had kept up with her with no problem, rolling her under him, and making sure she knew exactly where his attention was.
“Oh, gods.” She sank to her knees, still patting Rogue’s hair, but distracted now. “I slept with Tony Stark.” She breathed it. Had she liked it? Oh, yes, she had quite liked it. He knew exactly what would make her writhe under him, what would elicit a giggle, or a sigh, and she paid him back two-fold. There had been lots of laughter, too- at one point she thought they may have ended up on the floor in a heap of giggles before reclaiming one another. And there was the following cuddle, laying comfortably across his chest and shoulder.
Yeah, she had liked it.
In a minor panic now, she started shivering. “I slept with my best friend.” Oh god, oh god, oh god. She had to fix this. Now. Before the press caught wind of it. “The press would LOVE this. Oh, gods…” When Rogue spoke again, she gave a nearly-hysterical laugh. “No. TONY has been with a LOT of other women.” She shivered. “Gods… Rogue, I snogged my best friend.” Still hysterical. She wrapped her arms around herself now. Stark’s scent was all over her, and the shirt, and it was very easy to slip into the comfort of believing that she wasn’t one of those girls he laid with then left, promptly forgetting her name- but, no. No, right now Rogue needed her. Now was not the time to think about Tony- or that half-smile of his that drove her nuts, or his laugh, or that damned sexy hardware wired into him, or his scent, or warmth, or… how much she loved him.
THAT was a revelation.
When had he stopped being ‘human’ and become ‘hers’? And when had friendship blossomed into love? Rogue spoke again, and she snapped back suddenly.
“You’re okay.” She hushed. “Your healer is freaking out, but you’re okay.” She shook her head to clear it. “Honey, that man loves you more than anything on this planet. It must be nice to have that kind of man in your life.” She wanted reassurance of her own place, while Rogue was lucky enough that she didn’t have to ever worry. “He loves you,” she said again as an afterthought, absently petting the shoulder as, spent, the girl laid her tired head on her chest after calling for him. They didn’t have to wait long, for the door slid open. Synn glanced up at him, surprised to find his eyes so… compelling. Really, they were just… amazing.
“Remy need some time alone wi’ Rogue, Synn.” He pulled her to her feet. “Remy saw Stark head fo’ da lab. Ya should go wi’ him.”
“Oh. Of course.” She nodded. Duh, that made sense. She should be with him, after this morning. She should wrap her arms around him and never ever let him go, even though this should have been awkward. But, no, screw it, it had been FANTASTIC. She left the room, making way for the lab instantly, only stopping when she left the room and realized two things.
One, Tony didn’t tolerate people in his lab unless he invited them, and two, she had just been charmed by one Remy LeBeau. She huffed, heading for the bedroom she’d shared with Tony the previous night. She stayed over… often, she noted when she realized she… actually had clean clothes here. She pulled on a pair of jeans, for comfort and so that no one blushed. Barefoot, she padded back down the hall, only to hear a voice.
Madam, it appears there is a visitor.
“Image?” A projection flared to life- and her face split into a huge grin. “Jarvis, take me down.”
As you wish.
“C’mere, mon chere.” He gathered the small figure into his arms, physically pulling her shaking, quivering figure into his lap, securing her with his arms. He buried his face into her hair, quietly. He’d both loved and loathed being her first. He’d held her while listening to her breath tearing out against the pain of it, stroking and murmuring in a broken mix of French and English. He’d been careful with her, patient, that first time- quick and passionate the next- and slow and tender, finally, showing her with hands and lips how much he adored her. He nuzzled her hair, stroking her, before his voice, softly, came to her.
“Remy love ya, chere. Remy never felt like dis ‘bout anyone else.” He admitted quietly. He drew back and lifted her chin, raising her tear-stained face to his. He let his eyes do the talking, now, determined to make her see how much he loved her. “Remy jus’ sorry he had to hurt ya.” He gently ran a knuckle down her cheek. That had been the worst part of it- and he gave a rueful smile when he realized she was covered in love nips, all over her neck- and why not, she made the most adorable sound of delight when he found the soft skin there. He gently lifted her, about to put er on the bed and show her one more time, when an annoying voice spoke. No. No, he didn’t want to go down to the lab, he wanted to stay here…
They couldn’t. “Remy will carry ya.” He muttered as he lifted her into his arms.
She woke to the sound of classic swing, the music putting a smile on her face. Unlike her older half-sister, she didn’t have the benefit of a high-tech loft, or Stark Tower, but she liked her cozy one-bedroom condo all the same. She preferred the older technology in her modest home- her television was not a sleek flat-screen, it was not in the best part of town- but her clothing and taste could not be faulted. Every penny she squirreled away was spent on her wardrobe. She loved vintage clothing, vintage housewares, vintage- well- everything.
Yawning, she stretched expansively. She was a little taller than her half-sister, but she didn’t have the same curvaceous figure, either. Hers was modest, after all. Her hair was shorter, a sleek bob that was slightly shagged out at the ends, and it was a chestnut brown rather than black- her skin was a lighter shade, more gold than bronze- but it was her eyes that set her apart. They were large, luminous and as gold as the eyes of some great feline. She had an attractive, heart-shaped face and a surprisingly kissable mouth that many men found ridiculously attractive, until they found out her stance on premarital relations. Most quickly disappeared.
But she couldn’t help it. It was old-fashioned, she supposed, but she wanted it all. Courtship, engagement, wedding- then she would happily oblige her husband. At the foot of her bed, a large golden retriever lay. When she moved there was a whine, and a tail began to thump excitedly. A pair of adoring brown eyes looked up at her, and her heart melted as she sat up, the dog coming to bathe her face in wet doggy kisses. Who needed a man when you had a dog? They were loyal, brave, trustworthy and true. Men just didn’t display those traits anymore.
“Morning, Brutus.” She hugged the furry neck, kissing his head with a smile. “Good boy.” She rose, then, the dog hopping down to do his morning jitterbug across the floor. She fed him, checked his water, and headed into the bathroom to shower. She flipped on AM Talk, just to catch up on the days events, when she heard a newscast she was not expecting.
Tony Stark was often in the news- for both good and ill. She had heard mostly good out of him, but she knew he was a playboy and the world loved gossip. What surprised her was her sister’s name being tagged onto his.
“I tell you, Anne, there’s something going on between Stark and Ms. Miller.” The host laughed. “Have you SEEN her? What man wouldn’t want that in his bed?” She bristled at that. Her sister was not a wh*re, thank you very much. She turned it off as she stepped under the pounding spray, before yelping. The water was COLD! But it heated up and she lavished attention on her scalp. Her hair was her personal favorite feature. She finished quickly, before heading into her closet. After careful deliberation, she chose a smart green skirt and white blouse, with a black cardigan to match. For the shoes, she opted for her favorite pair of heels. She styled her hair, carefully, before looking in the mirror. She applied makeup, smiled again, and nodded. Yes, this would be satisfactory.
“What do you think, Brutus?” The dog ‘wuffed’ and happily wove around her, nearly knocking her off her feet. She stroked his silky fur. “That good?” She went down so he could lick her cheek. “Now why can’t a man be more like you, hmmm? Loyal and trustworthy. Is that so much to ask for?” The dog’s tail wagged happily. “C’mon, then. Do you want to go play with Luka, and Frost, and Buttercup?” A woof of joy, and the dog instantly jumped up, knocking her over in a heap of giggles. “Ah, did I say knock me over?” But she was laughing. Maybe this was why most women preferred to have a man to lavish attention on them.
“Let’s get your leash.”
She dropped him off at doggie day camp, hailed a cab, and headed for Stark Tower. She did have a PHD in Physics, after all. She could fit in, even if her clothes set her apart. When the elevator ‘dinged’, though, she was surprised to see her sister- her beautiful, wonderful half sister- clad only in jeans and a man’s button down shirt come flying out of the elevator, throwing arms around her and hugging her tightly. Some people looked surprised to see Nicole, but most smiled indulgently. She was a good influence on their boss, and she was a good person in general.
“My baby sister!” She crowed it, kissing both cheeks and laughing. “I can’t believe you’re finally here! You were in Monaco… no, Monticello… or was it Monterey?”
“Malibu, actually.” She laughed. “Teaching physics to students who were more interested in trying to bed their teacher than actually study anything.”
“You were IN Malibu? Seriously? I’m going to kick that Playboy for not looking you up.” She looped her arm through her sisters.
“Uhm… where are we going?” She blinked.
“Upstairs.” She stepped into the elevator, pulling the taller woman with her. “Jarvis, take us up.”
“Uhm… who’s Playboy? And what do you mean, up? You work here?” She knew you needed clearance to get anywhere in this building above the lower three levels.
“Tony Stark.” She responded. “And, no, I don’t work here- I live here.” She grinned. “Technopaths wet dream.”
“The tower or the man,” she blurted without thinking, before blushing madly and ducking her head.
“Both!” Synn laughed. “He’s just as much a geek as I am. Gods- we spend hours discussing theories!”
“He makes you happy,” she murmured. “You’re happy with him.”
“Sexiest geek on the planet- wish he were mine.” Synn sighed. “He’s amazing. Brilliant, actually.”
“Is it true that he’s got no heart?” She asked softly.
“What? No.” She laughed. “No, he has an arc reactor in his chest to keep shrapnel from killing him. But he has a heart. Of course he does.” She sobered up, suddenly. She hated remembering the helplessness she’d felt, not knowing if he was alive or dead.
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Of course it bothers me- he should never have needed it!” She snapped. “But it’s his, and him, and, god… it’s really sexy on him.”
“Sounds like you enjoy it.”
“Oh, honey… so much stamina.” She grinned. “Okay, before we get out, ground rules. One, we’re an odd bunch. We don’t always get along, and when that happens get out of our way. Especially Rodgers and Stark. Two, we have a demigod. He doesn’t like to be worshipped, so it’s okay to sit with him and talk to him normally. Three- are you writing this down?- don’t prod at Dr. Banner. He is polite to a fault, but he’s not the best in social situations. Stress, anger, fear can all be triggers, and I would not want you harmed. Four, don’t take offense to being called ‘puny’ or ‘tiny’. These guys are all pretty big compared to us. Five, don’t look at the arc reactor if Tony’s shirtless. He’s accepted it but he is particular. Also don’t hand him anything. He doesn’t like it. Six, Top- sorry, Captain Rodgers- can be out of the loop. Actually, you two might get on.” She paused, then shrugged. “No matter. Seven, have fun!
You have arrived.
“Thank you, Jarvis.” At the bewildered expression, she grinned. “That’s just Jarvis. He’s sort of… well, I guess you could call him the butler. And… where is everyone?”
They have been summoned to the lab. Also, Mr. Stark would like another coffee.
“Mr. Stark can get his own damn coffee,” she huffed, but stopped by the brewer to make him a cup, while her sister looked around in awe. Everything was modern- steel, glass, chrome- and sleek and expensive. She was surprised, though, by the lack of computer screens. Synn, seeming to sense what she was thinking, chuckled softly. “You’ll see later. Until then, though, come with me.” She headed for the stairs that lead down to the lab. “Jarvis? Please turn off the lights on the main living floor.”
Will that be all, madam?
“For the moment.” The lights cut out. “Thank you, Jarvis.” She put a hand to Kiya’s back and gave a small shove.
“Come on. Downstairs, little sis.”
Kiya. Was. Speechless.
Her sister walked into the lab, which really was a technopath’s wet dream, confidently, and curled up happily in the lap of a man Kiya had only seen in pictures. Synn curled up contentedly, pulling his arms around her, giggling and impishly nuzzling his neck before laying her head on his shoulder. From the center of his chest, she could detect a bright sphere of light, glowing like a beacon. Synn’s darker eyes met hers, and she possessively laid her hand over the arc on his chest, hiding it from view briefly. Her gaze slid around the room. There was a tall fair-haired man with long locks, who was casually leaning against the wall. His clothing was… funny. Metal and shining, he looked like some kind of costumed entertainer- until she caught sight of the Hammer. Ah. Demigod. Right. She didn’t want to make eye contact, so she hurried her eyes to the next person. Shorter. Dark hair. Glasses. Typical genius-type. Next up… two people so wrapped up in
one another she was sure they were lost to the world. Beyond them, a tall man, also fair-haired. She ducked her head shyly.
“Everyone? My baby sister, Kiya.” Nicole laughed. “Well, half sister, anyway.” She shifted in Stark’s lap. “Kiya, this is Tony Stark, CEO and Owner of Stark Industries, who also happens to be the sexiest geek alive. That’s Thor, the demigod of thunder.”
“Well met, Miss Kiya.” He smiled. “If you are anything like little Eir, I look forward to the pleasure of your company.”
“Oh, Abi, you do talk pretty when you want to,” Synn laughed before continuing. “That is Dr. Bruce Banner.” She didn’t put him on the spot. “The two who are ignoring us…”
“Remy has more im’portant tings ta ‘tend to.” The Cajun said it with half-interest. She was female, which got his attention, but he had everything he wanted in his arms right now.
“Well, apparently it can talk!” She batted her lashes. “That’s Gambit, and the woman with him is Rogue.” She looked at Rodgers then. “The overgrown Eagle Scout is Captain Steve Rodgers… call him ‘Top’. He likes it.”
“Top?” She looked at Synn. “You’re joking. You always joke.” She huffed, crossing her arms. Then she yelped when one of Stark’s pets came over, curiously.
“Sit down, Kiya, before you fall down.” Synn ordered softly. “Come here, dummy.” Dejected, it let out a little beep and came immediately. “Good boy.” She lightly gave it a pat, and it beeped happily this time. “They’re friendly.” She assured. “Harmless as a puppy as long as we’re here.” She indicated herself and the man she was using as a chair. Her head rested against Stark’s warm chest, loving the steady thrum of his heartbeat, the scent of his skin, the gentle pulse from his arc that rippled through her. “There’s a seat next to Top.” She pointed improperly.
“Y-yeah…” she sat gingerly next to the man. They were a pretty contrast, Synn thought. Rodgers was fair and flaxen-haired, while her sister was dark-haired and had those luminous gold eyes. While she and Stark both had dark hair and dark eyes- they were a perfect match. They were media darlings, and when the press discovered they actually had slept together, well… all hell would break loose. The Egyptian turned back to Stark with a smile, kissing him warmly, tracing a finger along his jaw teasingly before pulling away. “Floor’s yours,Playboy.”
"The love. The Hate. Regret. We all have it.Raise yours hands if you feel like I do. Scream alound if you feel like I do. Bring the hell if you feel like I do; like you do; like we all do!"
STATUS: Fail. Bad week, not active.