Two weeks later...

Sitting at his office back at the Krakoan embassy, Scott scribbled away at papers in front of him. Mostly of shipping for medications to the human population that were agreed upon by the U.N. and another trade offer from Latveria... Which Scott refused. He had been there for hours doing paper work and heading to the coffee room in between stacks of papers to get a drink. Sitting up, he rolled his shoulder, finding the sleeve of his shirt tight over his skin. Smirking, he had to thank Rogue for that. Every morning when he came to her home, the pair would start off with protein shakes and two hours of heavy lifting. For Rogue it was almost child's play. her inhuman strength made lifting several hundred pounds look like lifting a pillow over her head. Still... The constant activity had built up her figure, making her muscles more pronounced and her curves more hardened and defined. And yet she was still feminine. If anything the work out sessions they had only made her breasts all the more firm and her rear more supple. And as much of a workout lifting weights had been, the REAL exercise was her voracious sexual appetite.

Still, their bouts of hot, sweaty, lifting and pushing had built up his own muscles too. Flexing his arm he now had a bit more definition than he had half a month ago. Jean certainly loved the new muscles, her fingers had been tracing over them every time they laid in bed together. Looking up to the clock, he found it was already past twelve. Getting up, he sighed as he pushed the chair back and made his way out of his office to the cafeteria to eat lunch.

"I wonder what Ororo cooked up for me this time?" The man thought out loud as he made his way to the fridge and pulled out a large container.

If Rogue was making him stronger each day, Storm was the opposite. The woman seemed to be nurturing incarnate. Every morning after his work out with Anne Marie, he'd go to her place next. The woman would make him rather large breakfasts and a lunch for work that seemed rather generous. Almost as generous as her figure. Ororo seemed to flaunt her curves to her husband, curves that seemed to expand more and more each week. In some way the scantily clad woman reminded him of the fertility idols of old, wearing nothing but linen loin clothes and jewelry as they showed off how fertile they looked. She certainly beamed of motherhood as she would often have him rest his head on her breasts like a pillow after hours of wild love making. Opening the container, he grinned to find she had essentially roasted an entire chicken with potatoes on the side for him.

That was another thing, her meals were so filling he worried he was gaining just as much weight as he was burning it off working out with Rogue. Even Jean playfully ribbed him for becoming her personal teddy bear in bed.

Placing his meal in the microwave and waiting for it to cook, the man poured himself another mug of coffee to wait for the 'ding' of the microwave when he heard someone enter the cafeteria with a knock at the door frame. Looking over to the door, Scott smiled when he found Alison Blaire wave back at him with a wide grin.

"Blaire! Hello, what brings you here again?" Scott asked, sipping from his mug.

"My new album is going to be published this week, I was heading into town to see to it being completed. By the way... I offered for you to come by the studio a couple of weeks ago, what happened? Got cold feet?"

"Uhm... No. I had a... Celebration or two that held up my time." Scott answered cryptically, not going into detail that he took part in two secret weddings with two different women.

"Shame. Would have fun to have you see me work, I can get pretty expressive in the recording room." Blaire boast with a smile, admiring her new nail polish just before plucking out her phone to check for messages from her publisher. "Sniff, sniff, what's cooking? Smells good."

Hearing the microwave ding, Scott pulled out his lunch and served it on a plate. Setting his lunch at the table, he pulled up a chair, finding Blaire do the same as she continued to watch the man eagerly. "A little something Ororo cooked up for me... It's a bit of a long story but we've been trading recipes." Scott lied, stirring his fork into the mashed potatoes and then using his fork to cut the chicken.

Getting himself a forkful, he took a bite of the delicious meat and his eyes went wide a bit when Blaire plucked a chunk off the roasted bird to have a bite of her own, her eyes going wide as she panted and waved her hand over her mouth.

"Heh, yeah, she's got some spicy recipes."

Getting up, Blaire poured herself a glass of water to drink from, calming down when the burn in her gums and tongue finally died down to tolerate. Sitting back down across from Scott, the woman went back to picking at his lunch, slowly gaining a tolerance to how spicy the chicken was. all the while she stared back at him as if he were the most interesting thing in the room. Idly Scott made small talk, telling her about Rogue taking on working out and Jean taking yoga classes at the community center back at Krakoa. Occasionally she would hum an affirmative to his every word but kept her eyes on his. Eventually an alarm on her phone let her know she had to leave and she picked up her device and sat up from her chair.

"Well, no rest for the wicked. I'm off to the studio." Bending at the waist, Blaire pecked Scott on the forehead. "Tell Storm she needs to lay off the hot peppers, you're hot enough already."

Turning, she headed out, giving an extra swivel to her hip to have the man leer at her skin tight white denim pants as she left the cafeteria and Scott trying to hold down an erection that threatened to bump the table off its legs.