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Title: Ties
Author: Fallon Ash
Fandoms: Xena: Warrior Princess, X-Men
Pairing: Callisto/Storm
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit.
Word Count: 507
Summary: Now, now. Is that any way to greet an old friend?
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sakuracorr who wanted Storm from X-Men. Written for my own WTF27.
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Storm crosses the Great Hall, keeping her steps quiet and listening for any signs of children's mischief, or, god forbid, something more sinister. An undefined sense of foreboding drove her from her bed earlier, but there are no signs of anything amiss. Until she reaches the dining hall and every hair on her body prickles and she can feel the static electricity running along her skin. She whirls around. And sees her.
She appears to have flung herself carelessly into the chair, head against the tall back, exposed neck a false expression of vulnerability, legs dangling over an arm of the chair, but Storm knows that nothing she ever does is accidental.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice comes out in a rough whisper.
Callisto untangles her long limbs, stretches in the chair. “Now, now. Is that any way to greet an old friend?”
“I'll let you know when I meet one.”
“Tut, tut.”
“You were the one who made it clear we weren't friends any more.”
“Ah, yes. That.” She doesn't look particularly concerned, and her voice is like silk on ice. Storm hates how it can still make her shiver.
“Yes. That.”
Callisto's brown eyes grow soft around the edges, but the metallic pupils never change as she rises to her feet to slowly approach Storm. “I was hoping we might put that behind us.” She runs two warm fingertips Storm's brow, across her cheek, almost grazing her lips before Storm jerks backwards.
“No!” She shakes her head violently, the temperature in the room falls several degrees. “You betrayed me. I can't trust you, and certainly not now. I'm not doing anything that might endanger the lives of the children.”
There is an amused smile playing on Callisto's lips by the time she finishes, and she steps closer as Storm backs away, giggles slightly as she feels the air moving around her. “Come now. I'd never do anything to harm your precious youngsters.” And with a final step Storm has her back against the wall and Callisto is in her personal space.
Storm clenches her jaw as Callisto puts a palm to her cheeks, her skin is soft, but her grip is firm, on the edge of painful. The thumb is free to run along her throat, and Storm curses herself for the fleeting burst of desire when she feels Callisto's warm breath against her chilled skin.
The kiss is sudden and intense, a tongue forcing entry to her mouth, accompanied by a thigh pressed between her legs, a hot wave sweeping through her mouth, spreading instantly to the rest of her body, and then gone, as quickly as it began, leaving her shivering and leaning heavily against the wall.
She finally sighs, tiredly, and asks again. “What are you doing here?”
Callisto is all business, only her dilated pupils speak of any effects her actions moments ago might have had. “I'm in a bit of trouble, I need a favour.”
Storm shakes her head, resigned. “Fine. What do you need me to do?”
***
Author: Fallon Ash
Fandoms: Xena: Warrior Princess, X-Men
Pairing: Callisto/Storm
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit.
Word Count: 507
Summary: Now, now. Is that any way to greet an old friend?
A/N: For
sakuracorr who wanted Storm from X-Men. Written for my own WTF27. ***
Storm crosses the Great Hall, keeping her steps quiet and listening for any signs of children's mischief, or, god forbid, something more sinister. An undefined sense of foreboding drove her from her bed earlier, but there are no signs of anything amiss. Until she reaches the dining hall and every hair on her body prickles and she can feel the static electricity running along her skin. She whirls around. And sees her.
She appears to have flung herself carelessly into the chair, head against the tall back, exposed neck a false expression of vulnerability, legs dangling over an arm of the chair, but Storm knows that nothing she ever does is accidental.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice comes out in a rough whisper.
Callisto untangles her long limbs, stretches in the chair. “Now, now. Is that any way to greet an old friend?”
“I'll let you know when I meet one.”
“Tut, tut.”
“You were the one who made it clear we weren't friends any more.”
“Ah, yes. That.” She doesn't look particularly concerned, and her voice is like silk on ice. Storm hates how it can still make her shiver.
“Yes. That.”
Callisto's brown eyes grow soft around the edges, but the metallic pupils never change as she rises to her feet to slowly approach Storm. “I was hoping we might put that behind us.” She runs two warm fingertips Storm's brow, across her cheek, almost grazing her lips before Storm jerks backwards.
“No!” She shakes her head violently, the temperature in the room falls several degrees. “You betrayed me. I can't trust you, and certainly not now. I'm not doing anything that might endanger the lives of the children.”
There is an amused smile playing on Callisto's lips by the time she finishes, and she steps closer as Storm backs away, giggles slightly as she feels the air moving around her. “Come now. I'd never do anything to harm your precious youngsters.” And with a final step Storm has her back against the wall and Callisto is in her personal space.
Storm clenches her jaw as Callisto puts a palm to her cheeks, her skin is soft, but her grip is firm, on the edge of painful. The thumb is free to run along her throat, and Storm curses herself for the fleeting burst of desire when she feels Callisto's warm breath against her chilled skin.
The kiss is sudden and intense, a tongue forcing entry to her mouth, accompanied by a thigh pressed between her legs, a hot wave sweeping through her mouth, spreading instantly to the rest of her body, and then gone, as quickly as it began, leaving her shivering and leaning heavily against the wall.
She finally sighs, tiredly, and asks again. “What are you doing here?”
Callisto is all business, only her dilated pupils speak of any effects her actions moments ago might have had. “I'm in a bit of trouble, I need a favour.”
Storm shakes her head, resigned. “Fine. What do you need me to do?”
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