Storm and Forge
"Forge" Ororo said plainly as she walked into his office.
He spun around in his chair to look at her. "God she looks great" he said to himself. She was wearing a tight white shirt, black leather pants and had her hair tied up in a ponytail. It may have been what she usually wore but she looked like a goddess to her.
"Yes?" he said with a smile.
"We need to talk" she replied, walking towards him.
"Oh Okay. Good. It has been going on for too long" he said standing up to walk towards her.
"What has?" Ororo asked, confused.
"This. Whatever it is between us."
"Um...Forge, I'm hear about the excursion we had planned" she said with an awkward smile.
"Oh...oops"
"So what do we have between us Forge?" Storm asked raising her eyebrow.
Forge looked around the room embarrased. "Uh...nevermind"
Ororo walked up to his face and smiled.
"I know what your talking about Forge. I feel the same."
Suddenly, Ororo started kissing Forge. Long and passionate. Forge, like any normal man, returned it. It went on for a few minutes and then she stopped it.
"My room or yours?" she asked with a cheeky grin.