Late night rendezvous...

“So, tell me Suzie, when did Reed decide to grow a beard?” asked the alien version of the woman, her four hands folded under her chin as she gave the Invisible woman a soft smile.

Taping her chin with her kids sitting at either side of her lap, Susan had to think on that. Eventually she shrugged and gave the group an answer.

“It was around the time we set up the future foundation a year back, we kinda stopped doing exploration and did more ‘educational’ work with local geniuses and intellectuals to form a think tank. After a while he stopped shaving and… Well… “

Looking back to each other, the Susans gathered around the couch and coffee table made a collection of shrugs and nods to the bit of information.

“I like it.” Chirped the wendigo woman, sipping her drink in her large hands. “My Reed has a beard, then again I’m covered in fuzz too, so I’m not one to judge.”

“By the way, are you… Stuck like that?” Asked Johnny, pointing a waving finger towards the more **** looking members of his sisters’ copies from other realities. “I mean we’ve all been through some weird stuff, but they were never permanent.”

Leaning back in her chair and ruffling her feathered wings, the succubus grinned back at the man and closed her eyes. The moment she did, her skin changed from a sky blue to her human shade with her platinum white hair becoming golden blonde. Her many horns unravelled and retracted back into her skull and her feathered wings did the same. Her prehensile tail disappeared behind her, and her cloven feet changed and divided into five wriggling toes. By the time she opened her blue eyes to flutter, the succubus looked just like her human self again, if not a more luxurious and attractive version of herself.

“Wow…” Whispered the supermodel sitting across from Sue, mesmerized at the sight of her ideal self sitting right in front of her.

“The fringe benefit of being a succubus is I can take the form of anyone or anything desirable to whom I want to seduce.” The woman explained, flaunting her abilities by taking other forms. Changing her blonde hair to a smooth black, or a vibrant curly red, to a short and spiky black and back to long flowing blonde hair again. Even changing her complexion to be a golden tan, a mahogany brown, an olive tan and back again. Looking back at the Human Torch, the succubus gave her brother a flutter of her eyes and smirked. “Got any requests? I can look like anyone you desire.”

“No… I think I’ve seen enough to need therapy now.” Joked the man as he sat up from his seat and pretended to yawn behind the back of his hand and make his way down to the main hallway. “I think I’ll take a page out of Reed’s playbook and make a night of it too.”

“Suit yourself Johnny.”

Sharing a chuckle with the others and watching the man leave the living room, the alien woman raised one of her hands to get everyone else’s attention. “I could do that too, well… At least before Reed’s treatment. My abilities have mostly become stunted, but I HAVE been practicing.”

Closing her eyes and placing her four hands on the table, the alien Susan calmed her breathing and tried to concentrate. Very slowly, her hair calmed and began to drape down her shoulders, transforming from writhing tentacles to golden locks of hair. Her second pair of arms began to shrivel and retract into her sides and the tail she had curled around the leg of her chair also began to retract and disappear back into her body. A body that was shifting and changing until after all the transformation had finished sat a more human version of Susan Storm who opened her blue eyes and smiled down at her supple and delicate hands.

“I’ve been practicing for MONTHS to be able to do this again, every time I do, I can keep it up for just a bit longer.” Smiled the now human looking Susan as she opened and closed her hands and felt her face, smiling at the change. “Problem is, its like holding your breath or tensing a muscle for a long time, I can’t keep it up if I lose concentration.”

“Hey Suzie, you got a horn showing.”

“WHAT?!” Quickly bringing her hands over to check her scalp, the loss of concentration caused her body to change back as her skin became blue and scaly in appearance and her additional arms sprouted back anew. Her tail snapped out behind her, and her hair came alive as a nest of serpents into a mass of writhing tentacles along with a pair of antler-like grows that framed her alien yet beautiful face. Realising the wendigo was smirking before going back to her drink and that she turned back, the alien Susan hissed in annoyance and crossed her many arms under her heaving chest with a pouting scowl.

“Oh, get over yourself sister, if anything you’ve got it better than I do.” Standing up to her impressive height and waving her hands out to show off her build and figure, the towering, furry woman looked down at herself and made a pose with her clawed hands to her sides. “Me? I’m like a werewolf but the moon is out ALL the time… At least I have clothes that fit, thanks to Jen’s hand-me-downs.”

“Speaking of the moon, I think I should make it a night too. This is fun and all, but I can’t keep up my hologram for too long at this range. It ends up being a power drain after a while.”

Shimmering like data, the hologram disappeared from sight, leaving the group of Susans one less in their group. Hearing Valaria yawn at her side, the Invisible Woman smiled warmly and picked her two children up in hard-light cradles to keep them resting as she made her way to the hallway.

“I think its time for these two to go to bed, have a nice night ladies.”

“Will do Suzie.”

*

After getting cleaned up and stepping out of the washroom to sit on the bed, Reed sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose while gathering his sleep wear ready to make an early night of it. He was about to pull the blankets over him when he felt a pair of delicate hands massage his shoulders from behind, along with lips kissing the back of his neck. Soothing the ache in his arms, those hands expertly released any stress the man still had that the shower had not already ebbed away, making him sigh and smile when he felt Sue lean her chin over his shoulder and smile back at him.

“Hey sweetheart… You must have had a worse day than I did to be this sore.”

Smiling as he continued to feel her kiss at the side of his neck, Reed tilted his head to the side to give her more access, sighing again as her hands reached behind his back and began to rub the sore spots out. After a few minutes into the massage, Susan wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her chest into his back, smiling to herself at his reaction when he leaned back against her and made her giggle when he turned his head to kiss her on her cheek. The fallout of which saw Reed gasping when he was gently pushed back onto the bed and his wife moving to straddle his waist. Discovering that she was just as unclothed as he was, once she pried the towel from his waist and tossed it behind her.

“Were you waiting for me this entire time while I was in the shower?”

“No…” Smiled Susan innocently, rolling her eyes as she kept one hand on her husband’s chest and tapped her chin with a finger. “But I couldn’t pass the opportunity to surprise you.”

Leaning down to kiss her husband, Susan moaned into Reed’s mouth, guiding his hands down her back and to her waist while she dragged her breasts up his chest. For the man underneath her, Reed was overwhelmed by her passion, feeling her hands trace down his shoulders and pull him in for a deeper kiss. But even so, strangely enough, he could not smell her, he couldn’t taste her on his lips or her tongue in his mouth, and no matter how worked up the two of them were getting, her skin remained dry of any sweat, and yet… Cold to the touch. Even so, her affection remained just as intense as did her arousal when she captured his lips in hers once again, moaning into his mouth and grinding against him before she reached down with a delicate hand and stroked at his growing erection.

“I’ve waited SO long for this Reed, you have NO idea.”

Finding him hard enough, Susan positioned her husband’s length at the entrance to her nethers and sunk down on his length. Grinding against him with more intensity, Susan gripped at her husband’s shoulders and cried out a silent moan as she tossed her long blonde hair and writhed on top of the man. Her breasts swaying with each twist and bend of her waist until she brought Reed’s hands up to cup their mass in his palms.

“Yes, YES! Just like that, more Reed… Give me MORE!”

“Suzie…”

Wincing at her enthusiasm as she picked up in intensity, Reed groaned and gasped as he matched her for every thrust and grind of her hips against his. He had no idea where all this intensity was coming from, or how she was not slick with sweat like he was right now, but when she pulled him up and nestled his face into her cleavage, any further rational thought left his mind.

“So close… So close…

Her eyes going wide, Susan pulled him into a fiery kiss, one that had her practically scream into his mouth as the two of them reached their limit.

*

Deep in the parking lot of the Baxtor building, a blue four-seater hatchback blared off its security alarm, its headlights flashing for several seconds along with the window wipers sweeping back and forth before finally going quiet and a trickle of radiator fluid leaked out under the four wheels.

*

Collapsing on top of Reed and swooning as she pressed up against him, Reed pulled the blankets over the two of them both and panted out shallow breaths as he regained his breath when fatigue finally took hold. Eventually it was all too overwhelming, and the man finally fell asleep with the hologram of his wife draped over him. Lounging on top of the man and tracing a finger through his hair affectionately, the hologram sighed a wistful smile.

“Hmm, you have NO idea how I’ve missed this Reed. I mean… We’re still together in my world… but the intimacy is sadly not what it used to be.” The woman mused, resting her head on the man’s chest, and smiling as she felt and heard his heartbeat. “We can join, like connecting hardware together when we do, our souls can touch. There is a… oneness to it that cannot be described. But it doesn’t compare to the old fashion…”

Hearing the door to the bedroom slowly open, the holographic woman darted her head up to see Susan Storm step inside and reach for the light. The moment the lights were turned on, Susan found her husband asleep and alone in bed with the sheets recently dropping over him. At first, she thought she noticed a shape with him under the sheets but now there was nothing. Smiling at the sight of her husband asleep and peaceful, the woman did not want to disturb him as she closed the door behind her and turned the light back off. Stripping down, she joined him in bed and sighed as she rested her head over his chest.

None no wiser to the last 10 minutes.