“GIRLS! EMERGENCY!”

There came a loud and heavy knocking on the heavy door and both girls jumped at the sudden interruption. Negasonic was practically curled up into a ball at this point into Yukio’s side, the dildo jammed up into her. The voice beyond the door rang out again.

“Girls are you in there? And decent? Emergency!”

“Just a second!” Yukio answered quickly. Ellie slapped her girlfriend on the shoulder, incredulous and horrified. She saw the smile curl up on her cheeky face and realised the eager reply wasn’t from a lack of judgement.

“Oh no oh no oh no!” Ellie wailed quietly, eyes turning to the door. The heavily accented voice was easy to recognize. Unmistakable.

“Just get under the covers,” said Yukio, hurriedly, grinning stupidly wide as she sat up and pulled the thick black blanket of Ellie’s bed over the both of them. Her own body weak from desire and pleasure and completely on edge, Negasonic was under her lover’s mercy as the world went dark. Worse still was that the dildo was still suck halfway inside her pussy, which was on fire, and now she was trapped with the smell of Yukio and herself under the suffocating blanket. “Come in!” she heard Yukio call out through the muffled barrier. She was too turned on to be angry and tried to hold as still as possible as the sound of the door opening filtered through.

“Oh, Yukio. You are napping?” noted Colossus, seeing just the Japanese girl’s head with the rest of her under the sheets. The massive metal man only had his head through a half open door too, bowed slightly because that always had to do that when moving from room to room. Sensing a need for privacy whenever he intruded in a student’s room he rarely stepped all the way through into their quarters. “Where is Negasonic Teenage Warhead?” he wondered broadly, apparently looking around the room but it was hard to tell from the pure white of his eyes.

“Uh, bathroom?” Yukio tried, smiling, feeling the girl shiver next to her. “What’s the emergency?”

There was a curious expression on the gentle giant’s face but with Yukio reminding him of his reason for barging in in the first place he blinked it away.

“Oh yes. We must scramble X-Jet. There is massive bomb in New York about to-” he started, then an electronic beeping noise interrupted his train of thought and he plucked up a smartphone-like device from his holster. He tapped the screen and frowned, and meanwhile Yukio and Ellie tried not to squirm in the bed. “Oh… nevermind. Fantastic Four already took care of it,” he said, then put the device away. “Hmm… I didn’t even know they were back.” He looked up to Yukio as if for some kind of update on the news but then found his lack of an eyebrow raised. “I thought that was Ellie’s bed,” he said, noticing the mismatching colours between his dark protege’s bed linens and Yukio’s (slightly) brighter aesthetics.

“Oh, I was just so tired from the training I jumped into any old bed,” explained Yuki.

“Mmm,” thought the metal mentor, the reasoning not quite sounding right but overall the subject was of little to no consequence anyway so he readily accepted it and moved on. “Well when you see Ellie again tell her to pick up clothes from floor. Cleanliness is next to heroism.” He began to turn and leave with the newer student nodding sagely.