The noise of the party had gotten too much for one of the partygoers and Ororo Munroe had retired to her private room inside the mansion. She stared longingly out into the darkness of the skies; the moon had since crested over the tree line at the mansion in Westchester. Her duties at the school long since over, and they had been since the party had begun earlier in the evening.
Her hand grazed over the window, and her powers crested slightly, turning the minute water vapors into crystalline particles of ice. In seconds she managed to frost over most of the window.
She sat down in a big comfy armchair, sliding her body down into its big, comfortable folds. The music and the laughter was getting to be a bit much and she really didn’t want to deal with a drunk Bobby Drake again… (Once was enough thank-you).
Her clothes were wet and sticky, and though any type of temperature change didn’t affect her own body, her clothing was, and it had begun to smell rather ripe. She lifted the shirt off, sniffed it, and immediately pulled it away from her body.
“Holy crap girl, you really need to think about getting yourself into the shower. I know that temperature changes don’t affect you, but you can smell your clothing, and by extension you, all the way through the mansion can probably smell you.” Storm clucked her tongue to herself and decided that she would just have to go take a shower. She slid off her clothing, going for her white Lycra top at first, letting it slide down over the top of her arms, and back over the peaks and valleys of her breasts.
She could see by the peaks of her nipples that she was aroused, and she wondered if she should just pursue it or let it go. She knew that she should just go take a shower, but it had been so long since she had been with a man, not since she and Forge had broken up, that it was almost impossible for her not to do anything.
