Training Negasonic Teenage Warhead

“You’re serious,” said Ellie in her flatly affected voice. Otherwise known as Negasonic Teenage Warhead, the girl raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at her girlfriend. The neon streaks of pink in Yukio’s hair were almost as bright as her toothy smile.

“Of course,” Yukio went on, undoing the front of her costume to reveal the pink sports bra she had underneath. Both girls had just come back from a training mission and were peeling themselves out of their sweaty uniforms in their shared dorm at the Charles Xavier School For Gifted Students. They let students freely share rooms once they turned eighteen. Negasonic sighed, just sitting on her bed while watching her girlfriend for a moment, enjoying the pale, smooth skin slowly being exposed to her. They both had pretty similar skin tones, though Ellie liked to put more light makeup on her face to appear even paler so that it contrasted to her dark eyeliner and eyeshadow and dark lipstick. Yukio, who didn’t have a superhero codename, paused mid pant drop, looking up at her gazing beau expectantly. Negasonic rolled her eyes and pulled off her own boots.

“No, Yuki,” she replied. “I’ve never wondered what Colossus’s dick looks like.”

“Oh come on!” exclaimed Yukio, stepping out of her pile of discarded, slightly singed clothes and bending down to pick them up. “He trains you every other day and you’re basically at dick level with him.”

“Honestly it never comes to mind,” Ellie said, now treated to a full view of her petite Japanese roommate in nothing but her pink bra and panties. There was a mild snort of disbelief.

“I would be obsessed with it. Actually I kind of am,” Yukio admitted, rather casually as she stepped over to dump her load into the laundry hamper by the closet. Not quite absorbing the admission to begin with, Ellie frowned when the words finally sunk in and she pulled her eyes away from Yukio’s perfect little butt.

“Excuse me?” she said, a hint of incredulousness finding its way through her usual sarcastic tone. “Aren’t you supposed to be my _lesbian _girlfriend?”

Yukio twirled about on her heel and smiled at her lesbian girlfriend.

“Are we a lesbian couple?” she wondered, touching a finger to her chin in thought. “I thought we were just a same sex couple.”

Ellie’s eyes bulged a little.

“Just a... What’s that mean? You’re… bi-sexual?” she blurted, a little surprised by her own sudden questions. Responding at first with a fluttering laugh, Yukio slid herself next to Ellie on the bed and reached for the zipper on the Negasonic costume.

“Labels,” she said, close to Ellie’s studded ear as she reached around to pull at her sleeve. “Not everything needs to be so neatly labelled, Negs.” She gave ‘Negs’ a brief kiss on the neck before dropping the kevlar woven uniform down her shoulders. The Teenage Warhead felt like her skin was crackling, knowing how helpless she was to Yukio’s touch and even more so to her scent. Yukio’s sweat was a pungent, mouth watering reminder to Ellie that made her tingle down to her toes. “We’re still young women,” Yukio went on, taking Ellie’s arms out of the sleeves and giving them light kisses up to the shoulder. “We can still experiment.” Ellie had a dark grey sports bra on underneath but her nipples were already starting to poke through the thickness of their support. And it was obvious they were pierced. Now Yuki moved down to Ellie’s waist and pulled down the lower portion of her suit, again gifting light touches of her lips down her thighs until both girls were wearing the same amount of clothes. Negasonic was content to leave her pile on the floor as she laid back and Yukio climbed back onto the bed, onto Ellie.

Now they met each other’s lips, simply enjoying the softness at first, until Yukio slid her slippery tongue in to taste Ellie who was already drooling. She put her hands in Yukio’s hair, which was much longer than her own even if she had let it grow out a little in recent months. Her hands started to explore the electric mutant’s body, tracing down her lithe figure, caressing her toned back. Their kiss broke momentarily so that Yukio could sit up and pull her bra over her head. She tossed it aside as Ellie sat up to press her mouth into her girlfriend’s nipples. Her breast were nice handfuls that were squeezed eagerly, eliciting a giggle from their owner.

“So you aren’t obsessed with Colossus’s ding dong?” she asked one more time to which Ellie’s brow of concentration furrowed further. Still fondling Yukio, her thumbs encircling her little tan-brown nipples, Negasonic shook her head.

“No. Can we stop talking about that? It’s sort of killing the mood for me,” she said, though Yukio had some pretty strong doubts about that.

“Okay okay,” the girl sighed finally, then slid her hands under Ellie’s arms, prompting her to raise them over her head, and then the grey sports bra was removed. Both girls had pretty similar body types, Negasonic’s maybe a little wider shouldered, but their breasts were comparable and it was like pressing against a very soft mirror when Yukio leaned down to kiss her again. “I got you a present,” she whispered as she broke the kiss then leaned over to one side. Pinned to her bed, Ellie could only watch from her supine perspective as her girlfriend started to fish something out of her own bedside drawer. The goth’s eyes widened.

“Tada!” announced Yukio, raising the thing up into the light.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Ellie droned, eyebrows still high.