Dazzled by Dazzler

Meanwhile in New York city, at the Krakoan embassy, Scott was beside himself in thought at his desk as he looked over papers brought to his attention on Krakoa's medicine and goodwill outreaches in the city. The island nation had set up charities, medical clinics and outreach centers to show the nation of Krakoa's intent to help those in need. And for several months, they had proven VERY successful. But the numbers were a blur to him as he slapped the folder onto his desk and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He still couldn't get them out of his head.

He couldn't get the memory of Ororo kissing him out of his head. How she cupped his chin in her hands and pressed her lips against his sensually, romantically, like they had been lovers for years, and not two people who got caught up in the moment and ended up getting tangled in an affair. The way where after hours of sex in her bedroom she would drape herself on top of him and nuzzle into his chest, or pepper his neck and chin with kisses. It was enough to make him envy ANY man who ever caught her eye and could spend the rest of their years together. He remembered that she was once married to T'Chala and could only think how incredibly LUCKY he was for that.

Now?

Who was she to Scott? For the longest time, she was a friend, a caring one who was never ashamed of exposing her heart to anyone. To the younger mutants who joined the X-men she was practically a mother figure. When Jean was gone for years, the woman was always there with a gently hand on his shoulder. Now whenever he closes his eyes he could only reimagine the night he was on top of her, her legs wrapped around his waist as she practically devoured his lips and shoved his face in her perfect breasts.

Then there was Rogue.

He always admired her sassy charm and sense of humour. Though he knew deep down it was her way of coping with not being able to touch people. Then after years of hardship and loneliness, she finally got her wish granted and could touch people at last. suffice it to say... She was a hugger. The woman had gone from being a wallflower to an affectionate hugging fiend practically overnight. Could that night have simply been years of loneliness finally popping like a bubble? She was so hungry for physical contact and pleasure that evening he feared she'd drain him dry... And not just his life ****. Even now, he wanted to meet her again. The way she defended him from his wife's comments felt good, he wanted to have a night with her properly, to feel her touch and body for hours until she was finally sated, and...

"Sigh... What the hell is wrong with me?!"

This was Emma ALL over again. WORSE! At first he thought he was with his wife Jean, it was all a ruse by the woman to get what she wanted and rub Jean's nose in it. But this? He willfully had sex with Ororo in her own home and Rogue in hers. It felt so spontaneous, so on impulse, but at the same time so natural. Was he always like this? He loved Jean, with all his heart, and he'd never willingly betray her love of him. And yet he did, with TWO women no less. What was he going to do if she found out? How would this effect their relationship?

His malaise was broken when the door to his office creaked open and the man looked up to see a visitor enter, smiling from the door as she waved and closed the door behind her.

"Hi Scott! How are you doing?"

"Allison! What brings you here?" Standing from his seat to greet the woman, Dazzler quickly embraced the man and pulled away as she patted down her jeans and stylish blouse. Alison Blaire combed her fingers through her long blonde hair and made her way to the windowsill to sit and look out into the view of the city.

"Oh, I'm in town to record at the studio later to promote my latest album, since its not too far from the embassy I'd thought I'd stop by and give a visit to the X-men. SO! How's Jean? Bet you two have been hitting it off all alone on a tropical island together."

"Uhm... Yeah." He answered scratching the back of his head. Obviously he didn't tell her about what had been happening, only going over generic details back home and at work. While he did, he found his eyes leering down at her long, smooth legs, how her jeans clung to them like a second skin and showed off her thighs and heart-shaped rear. And her blouse hid nothing from the imagination that she wasn't anything smaller than a D-cup. But then again, being a singer and actress, of course she'd dress to impress, knowing full well how attractive she was. Her smile was radiant, her golden blonde hair cascaded down her back and shoulders with an almost shimmering effect in the lamp light. subtle make up accentuated her ruby lips and crystal blue eyes. It would have been no surprise if legions of men and even some women weren't lusting after her with each single she made on the radio or television.

"By the way, if you ever want to see me work, here's the address to the studio, I'd love for you to be there. Krakoa's been on the lips of every media mogul so of course they want to sink their claws into the mutant nation's talent pool, here..." Pulling out a card that read an address and contact number, Scott took the card, noticing his fingers traced over hers and it sent a thrill down his back and made his neck develop goose bumps.

"Well, I'm off to work, tell Jean I said hi." blowing the man a kiss, she left the office. Thankfully unaware that the front of Scott's pants had tented after the interaction.