Topic: A Little Less Conversation

Olivia Storm

Date: 2013-03-04 05:22 EST
((Contains material of an adult nature.)) Friday, 1st March

It was true what they said - no matter where you went in the world, one thing you were guaranteed to come across was an Irish pub. Even in Disney World. Raglan Road was one of the few nightspots in the resort, but it made up for that by playing live music until midnight and beyond.

Lucy had scouted around as soon as she and Steve had arrived at the park, intending to take her sister out and get her right royally drunk the night before her wedding, just to even things up for the somewhat domesticated bachelorette Liv had given her. And not only drunk ....she'd brought with her a dress she knew Liv would never ordinarily wear, and had stood over her sister until she gave in and put the thing on. All this, of course, after firmly sending Johnny off with her own husband and telling him to behave himself in her own cheerfully mischievous way.

And thus far, the night was going well. They'd claimed seats by the bar, and with some artfully innocent declarations on the theme of "my sister's getting married tomorrow", had somehow managed to get themselves a small gaggle of people happily prepared to buy them drinks all night. Of course, the bright pink boppers Lucy had put onto Liv's head had helped with that - if anyone was in any doubt, the waving bits of fluff were there to remind everyone that Olivia Broderick was a "Bride to Be".

On her fourth glass of something fantastically pink and disgustingly alcoholic, Liv had finally started to relax, though she was still trying to ignore the fact that she was wearing a skin-tight halter-neck dress that displayed far too much skin for her sense of comfort. Oddly, the boppers on her head weren't giving her any trouble. "You can't let me get too drunk," she was saying to Lucy as the twins propped up the bar cheerfully. "Have to look nice for Johnny tomorrow."

Lucy laughed, sipping her own depressingly virgin c*cktail. "Livvie, you could show up wrapped in a bin bag and he'd be head over heels for you," she informed her sister, her laughter bursting out as Liv swayed sideways and slithered completely off her stool, caught by a helpful fellow who happened to be standing right there.

The younger twin blushed and smiled charmingly, offering up an apology as she found her feet again, taking another sip from her drink. "He's wonderful, isn't he?" she enthused to her sister, though her voice was loud enough that most of the people near them could hear her perfectly. "You know, I know how to make him blush now."

"Oh, really?" Lucy asked, genuinely impressed by this piece of information, though she doubted Johnny would be pleased to know what was about to be declared across the room.

"Yes," Liv grinned, looking beautifully smug. "I can make him blush just by going grrrr."

As for Johnny, he wasn't really feeling like a strip club the way he'd been when it was Steve's bachelor party. As excited as he was for the wedding, he was a bundle of nerves, and the last thing he needed was a bunch of silly girls drooling over him. What he really needed was some solid advice from someone who was already married, and he'd rather get that advice from Steve than Reed, but when it came down to it, Steve had very little good advice to offer.

Just be yourself, talk to each other, and remember why you fell in love in the first place. Good advice, but not much of a conversation starter. In the end, the two of them had hit a bar, played a games of darts - which had not gone well, considering their particular talents. As fond as Johnny was of Steve, he couldn't get the man drunk no matter how hard he tried, and Johnny had finally given up. It was nearly eleven o'clock and still no word from Lucy or Liv. Johnny had started to worry, though Steve had reassured him the girls were just fine. After a while, they'd returned to the hotel and parted ways, Johnny begging off and telling Steve he needed to get his beauty rest, but it was just an excuse to get himself free of the man so he could go looking for Liv on his own, feeling lonely and bored and worrying she was having fun without him.

Johnny had at least managed to coerce the location of the girls' party out of his hero. Steve meant well, but his reluctance to lie served Johnny well in this instance. He'd made Johnny promise not to seek the girls out, and Johnny had agreed, but he'd had crossed his fingers behind his back, and as everyone knows, that negates any promises given. Even Captain America should know that. Feeling anxious and nervous about the upcoming nuptials and unable to relax, Johnny had finally given in to his restlessness and taken to the skies above Orlando in search of his bride to be. He didn't plan on crashing her party, exactly, more like just spying on her.

Unfortunately for Johnny, it was almost impossible for him to make an entrance without drawing attention to himself, especially when he was engulfed in flames. He'd managed to find out from the pretty girl who manned the front desk at the hotel where the place was located, promising a photo and autograph later in return for her help. By the time he actually touched down outside the place, it was nearing midnight.

He'd arrived in time to hear the pub and its inhabitants roused in full-throated song for the medley that would end the evening's live performances and signal that everyone still drinking should start thinking about leaving for the night. The doors were flung open, and startlingly Liv was in plain sight from where he was stood outside. She was sat on the bar itself, with Lucy leaning back against her from where she was sat on her stool, arms wrapped around each other as they watched the rousing performance of the local band leading the pub full of singers in rowdy, sometimes tuneful, song. A couple of men stood near them, apparently trying to engage the twins in conversation, but almost as one, Lucy and Liv raised their left hands without even glancing at the pair, showing off the sparkle of the rings that declared them taken.

Johnny watched from the door for a minute, feeling a little left out, even though this was supposed to be a private celebration of sorts between the twins. They looked like they were having a lot of fun without him, and he suddenly wished he hadn't come. He didn't really want to intrude and ruin their fun, but at the same time, he was feeling just a little lost and lonely on his own. He was just about to turn tail and go home when someone took notice of him, recognizing the suit if not the face. Who else showed up at a bar fully engulfed in flames but the Human Torch' And this was no illusion, care of Disney, but the real thing.

"Hey, aren't you Johnny Storm?" Some blonde called to him, noticing his arrival. "Hey, guys, look who's here! Johnny Storm, the Human Torch!"

Johnny's jaw dropped open and he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole, which was very un-Johnny-like.

It took a while for the news that the Human Torch had landed outside to ripple in through the raucous crowd, but by the time the rumor reached Liv and Lucy, Johnny was nigh on surrounded by merry fans and flashing camera bulbs. Lucy rolled her eyes, laughing as she heard Liv gasp behind her. Sliding from her stool, she looked up in time to see her sister slip the boppers from her head, merciful enough not to insist she put them back on again. "Sounds like he got lonely without you," she teased her little sister, helping Liv get down off the bar without falling over and displaying her attributes. "C'mon, let's rescue him."

Arm in arm, the two women wriggled through the crowd, which grew increasingly tight the closer they got to the bridegroom. Liv managed to get a shoulder through the ring of people standing around her fiance, offering up a wide, confident smile to a somewhat trapped Johnny. "Miss me, gorgeous?"

It was a little too late to try and hide the boppers and the bar sitting and the men hitting on her. He had seen it already, though he was proud of her for flashing her ring to discourage the drunk and horny men vying for her attention. Before he could make an escape and hide from her or Lucy, he found himself suddenly surrounded and swamped by fans and admirers, some drunk, some not so drunk, all wanting a photo or an autograph. Sometimes being famous was a real pain.

Olivia Storm

Date: 2013-03-04 05:26 EST
"I was trying to be incognito!" he exclaimed, which was somewhat ridiculous considering the uniform and the flaming entrance. "Sorry, Liv. I didn't mean to crash the party," he apologized with a guilty pout, scribbling yet another scrawling signature on someone's purse. Thankfully, it wasn't a boob.

She laughed, more delighted to see him than upset over his interruption of her enforced night out. "I was going to come back to the cottage in a few minutes anyway," she told him, grunting as Lucy applied an elbow to her own sister's ribs to make a space for herself.

"What have you done with my husband, everlast?" the elder twin demanded with a cheerful grin. Lucy knew better than to try and keep Liv and Johnny apart, even on the night before their wedding. Given the story she'd been told about why they'd been late in the first place, she was actually rather surprised it had taken him this long to get here.

"I tried getting him drunk but that didn't work, and I couldn't beat him at darts. I did manage to set the damned board on fire though!" He sighed with a frown. Thankfully, he had managed to put the fire out before it had gotten very far. He liked Steve a lot, but hanging out with the quieter man was about as exciting as watching paint dry. He signed the last of the autographs, and the crowd slowly dispersed, realizing the flamey hero's heart had already been claimed. One of his admirers managed to elbow Liv before departing, with a wink and a muttered, "Lucky girl."

Lucy laughed again. She'd attempted to get Steve drunk herself, and it had always ended in him carrying her home and putting her to bed. It didn't surprise her that Johnny had failed at the task, too. "Well, I should probably go and tire him out so he gets a good night's sleep, shouldn't I?" she suggested, swallowing a snicker at the dirty look Liv was giving the girl who had elbowed her. "There's another place around here that's open for another couple of hours, I heard," the elder twin added. "Why don't you take your inebriated fiancee for some long overdue bumping and grinding?"

Liv gave her sister an equally dirty look. "I can't dance in this dress!" she objected, though it wasn't exactly forceful. She was a bit of a pushover when she was tipsy, and if Johnny was ever going to get her dirty dancing, tonight was the night. She tugged self-consciously at the hem that rode high on her thighs, and squeaked as that tug produced a cleavage she hadn't been entirely aware was hers.

"Bumping and grinding?" Johnny echoed, brows lifting. He thought that was something they did in bed, realizing belatedly that Lucy meant dancing. Johnny smirked at the reaction from his half-inebriated fiancee at the suggestion from Lucy, not having realized until that moment that Liv was at all tipsy. He wasn't the best dancer in the world, but he could hold his own. The only problem was he had broken Liv's stipulation about being incognito and was clad in just his Fantastic Four uniform, which was bound to draw some attention their way. "Um....I can think of some dancing we could do." He waggled playful eyebrows at her, as his eyes appreciated the view.

"Oh god ..." Lucy theatrically covered her eyes and pointedly turned away, her lips parted in a wide grin at Johnny's appreciative suggestion.

Liv, on the other hand, positively beamed under the attention, seeming not to have noticed or not to care that he was wearing the suit that had almost caused friction earlier in the day. She sidled up to her fiance, one arm wrapping about his back, and leaned in close, walking her fingertips up to the zipper at his throat. Her lips brushed his ear as she grinned, trying not to giggle, and murmured, "Grrr."

He couldn't help but smile at the attempted seduction of his half-inebriated fiancee. He'd never seen her quite like this before, and while he didn't want to take advantage, his body thought otherwise, reacting to her press against him and her murmured throaty growl. He chuckled as a warm arm went around her waist to keep her from swaying. "You're drunk," he remarked with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes, obviously amused.

"Only a little bit," she offered in her defense, leaning into him a little more heavily than she had been intending. She held up her hand, thumb and forefinger wavering between an inch and two inches apart. "Only about this much. Anyway, it's her fault," she added, pointing at Lucy. "She bought me something pink and fruity."

Lucy's expression turned as innocent as she could make it which, this being Lucy, wasn't that innocent at all. "Fair's fair," she countered merrily. "You got me drunk on my hen night. Anyway, you were drinking for both of us, since I'm not allowed right now." She pouted outrageously, covering her eyes again as Liv's hand strayed back to the zipper on Johnny's uniform, giving it a little tug.

"Mmhmm...." Johnny replied, only believing half of Liv's story. While he believed Lucy may have bought a few drinks, it had been Liv who'd drunk them. He might have accused Lucy of paying him back for taking Steve out, but Johnny had been the one to get drunk the night before Steve and Lucy's wedding. It was apparently next to impossible to get Captain America even the least bit tipsy. Johnny arched a brow as Liv tugged on his zipper and he reached up to halt her progress. "Not here, unless you want everyone to watch," he whispered a warning in her ear.

His tipsy fiancee pouted up at him, turning the expression into an invitingly blown kiss as her hand stilled, flattening against his chest obediently. "But I want to," she purred against his ear, ignoring the groan from her sister as she nipped at his earlobe. "I want to peel you out of all that spandex and lick you all over."

"Liv ..." Lucy rolled her eyes, snorting with laughter. "Lower your voice, at least." Chuckling to herself, Mrs Rogers stepped back from the randy couple. "I'm going to leave you two to it, I think," she offered cheerfully. "I have a hunk of handsome all alone who needs a little loving of his own, after all."

Johnny chuckled at Liv's insistent flirtation, part of him wanting to comply with her wishes and part of him wanting to wait until after the wedding, though he wasn't sure why since they'd obviously been sleeping together for months now. "Isn't it bad luck or something to sleep with the bride the night before the wedding?" Or was it see the bride before the wedding" He wasn't quite sure, but he wasn't all that superstitious to begin with. Johnny frowned at the mention of Steve, feeling a little like he let his hero down. "Tell Steve I'm sorry."

"I think it's bad luck not to sleep with the bride before the wedding," Liv declared pointedly, sticking her tongue out at Johnny as though daring him to disagree and talk himself out of getting laid tonight.

Lucy smiled at her brother-in-law, reaching over to pat his cheek. "Trust me, it's fine," she assured him. "The man is going to have fun this weekend, even if I have to feed him happy pills." Not that she would; she knew how to tease her husband out of himself by now. "Go on, take her away before she strips right here and now."

He felt slightly relieved at Lucy's reassurance. He really liked Steve and knew the guy needed a few friends as much as Johnny did, but they were exact opposites of the other personality-wise, and it was a little awkward at best between them, unless the girls were around. Johnny wrapped his fingers around Liv's, preventing her from undressing him completely in public. "It's not spandex," he whispered to her with an amused smirk on his face, turning then to Lucy. "Which bump and grind is pre-wedding appropriate?" he asked, wondering if Liv really wanted to go dancing or wanted him to tuck her into bed. At least, she wasn't sick. Yet.

"Both," Lucy answered him promptly, grinning as she looked at her sister nuzzling under the line of Johnny's jaw. "Although - I could be wrong, you might have to check on this one - but I think you might end up doing both on a public dance-floor if you don't take her back to the hotel." She snickered, completely comfortable with the way her younger twin had erased her existence from mind in favor of playing with the Torch. Lucy smirked as she looked up at Johnny. "Or does the Human Torch want to moon Disney World?"

Olivia Storm

Date: 2013-03-04 05:28 EST
"Florida already has one moon. They don't really need a flaming one," he answered Lucy with a smirk. The idea of getting Liv even more worked up than she already was was a tempting one, though he thought if she drank anymore, she was more likely to end up sick and hungover for her wedding day, and he didn't want that. "What do you want to do, baby?" he turned his attention and the choice to Liv.

The so-called quieter, shy twin lifted her head, looked him right in the eye, and said quite confidently, "You." The hand he'd been stopping from undoing his zipper wriggled free to cup something a little more difficult to defend against a determined lover in the process.

Lucy let out a bark of laughter, backing away. "Okay, okay, I'm going," she cackled impishly, quite happy to leave Liv entirely in Johnny's capable hands for the night. "I'm going to crash in on you two at breakfast tomorrow, don't forget."

"Wait!" he called after Lucy. "How do we get back to our villa?" He hadn't yet been informed about the Disney buses that took you wherever you wanted to go and even if he had, he'd most likely not want to take Liv back to their room via bus in her current state. There was always flying, if she was feeling adventurous. Whatever further questions he had for Lucy were cut off by Liv's roaming fingers, which were only frustrating him further. His eyes widened as she groped him, surprised at her boldness. What had gotten into her lately' Was it the alcohol or was she just starting to come out of her shell at long last"

"Take a bus," Lucy called back to him cheerfully, "or a boat." She certainly wasn't going to stick around to watch what was going to happen next; happy as she was to see Liv happy, she didn't want the details etched on her brain.

Liv giggled at the look on Johnny's face as her hand wandered, enjoying having him nonplussed. She was only a little tipsy, it was true, but she was also coming out of her shell, as he well knew. If he wasn't careful, she was going to growl at him again. "Something wrong, sparky?"

"I've got a hard on, thanks to you, that's what?s wrong, Kitty," he replied, looking a little frustrated, though, thankfully, he was still smiling. "Do you want to do a little dirty dancing before we turn in for the night' We have an early morning and it's almost midnight." On the other hand, it was a special occasion that only came once in a lifetime - at least, as far as he was concerned.

She smiled, a smile that was at once all his sweet Liv and equally the more daring Kitty he'd managed to unleash not so very long ago. Who would have thought that her last night as a Broderick would involve seducing her fiance at Disney World of all places" Her hand mercifully released him, trailing her fingertips back up over his chest. "How dirty is this dirty dancing you have in mind?" she mused playfully, nipping at his chin with invitingly dark eyes fixed on his.

"I don't know. I-I..." He winced a little as she let go of his most frustrated body part, which was throbbing a bit painfully. "I've never done it before. Danced. I mean....I've danced, I've just never..." He broke off, his composure completely dissolving almost as soon as Lucy departed. He was going to find a way to pay her back; he just wasn't sure how yet. Maybe he'd introduce Steve to porn. They had Playboy magazines in the 1940s, didn't they' He wasn't sure.

Liv tipped her head to one side, considering their options with a tigress' grin. Her fingertip stroked over his lips as she thought, drawing out the decision for as long as she thought she could get away with. "Maybe we should practice in private before we go out and do it, then," she suggested, her voice relaxing back into that husky purr he seemed to like so much. "We have a radio at the cottage. And I think it would be a lot more fun grinding with you than with Lucy."

"Uh..." Johnny chuckled at her suggestion. "I doubt we'll get much dancing done if we go back to the cottage." Even so, that was fine with him. It seemed a little backwards to get partying and consummating the marriage before it happened, but the hell with the rules. Life was too short. "How would you like to get there?" he continued. "Walk, bus, or fly?" Flying was by far the quickest, but was also likely to draw attention.

"Hmm ....you mean you don't have the patience to learn how to dance in private?" she asked him impishly, vaguely remembering dance lessons with Steve the night before his wedding. Was it a theme in this family' Was Tony going to need to learn how to dance before he got married, if that ever happened" She pouted at the options he gave her. "It's too nice a night to be all cramped up in a bus," she complained, her lower lip wobbling in an endearingly sullen manner. "Walking takes too long, unless we find a bush or something to hide in mid-way." Apparently the gloves really were off tonight.

"What do you mean' I can be patient!" he replied, a little defensively. "You're the one who has no patience. Or do I need to remind you just who made the surprise wedding arrangements?" he said with a teasing smirk. That surprise had made him all kinds of happy, and while neither of them really seemed like the patient type, he just couldn't help teasing her about it. "Do you want to put your head band back on?" he teased further. Yes, he'd arrived in time to catch a glimpse of that.

Her mouth opened to protest against being pointed out as impatient, beaten to it by his reminding her about whose idea this had all been in the first place. The indignation dissolved into a soft giggle as she leaned into him, her hands this time smoothing around for a good long grope of his rear as she teased her lips over his. "Do you want me to put it back on?" she asked him playfully. "I nearly took the bouncer's eye out with it earlier."

He grinned back at her, unable to resist the urge to grind against her just a little bit, re-payment for her grope of him, both front and back, though the grind did very little to end his frustration, only making his need all the more urgent. "I think we both know which one of us is the bride." If she tried to poke his eye out with the thing, he'd simply burn it to a crisp. "Shall we, Miss Soon-to-be-Mrs-Storm?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"Yes, please!" Her smile had turned to a wide grin as he ground against her, the expression utterly failing to hide the slow flush that swept over her skin in answer to the rousing contact. She did, however, have something else up her metaphorical sleeve to tease him with; alcohol induced confidence really was amazing sometimes. Raising her arms to wrap about his neck, his shy little fiancee jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist as her lips found his. "Off we go, sparky."

"Uh..." While he enjoyed the position she was in, it wasn't going to work well for flying. He needed at least part of his body to burn at plasma hot levels in order to fly, and with her wrapped around him the way she was, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to achieve that. At this point, the only thing he could turn to flame without chancing burning her was his legs and feet. She had far more confidence in him that he had in himself. "You realize I'm not Superman, right' I need flame in order to fly," he pointed out, giving her Lesson Number One in How to Be the Human Torch, arms going around to support her as he headed outdoors into the cool Florida evening.

She pouted again, nuzzling to him fondly as he carried her out of the bar and into the coolness of the evening outside, shivering just a little as the breeze brushed over her bare back and legs. "How do you want me then, Mr Storm?" she asked, her tone deceptively sweet for a moment. "Should I bend over, or do you have something else in mind?"

Johnny arched a brow, wondering who had stolen away his shy, sweet Liv and replaced her with this feisty vixen. Not that he was complaining. He really had no reason to complain. He cleared his throat as his body betrayed him again. The cool evening air did very little to cool him off, but he felt her shiver against him. "Livvie," he started, reaching to pry her legs from around his waist. As much as he was obviously enjoying her positioning on him, if she wanted to get back to their room anytime soon, she was going to have to unwrap herself from around him so he could fly her there safely. "I can't fly with you wrapped around me like a pretzel."

Olivia Storm

Date: 2013-03-04 05:30 EST
"Awwww ..." It was difficult to tell if she was actually complaining or still teasing him with that little pouting whine, but she didn't make it harder for him to get her down than was entirely necessary. "Maybe we should walk," she suggested, enough of the usual shyness remaining to drop her hands from about him to tug the hem of her dress back down before everyone saw what she was wearing underneath. "Do you think we'd get caught if we put Cinderella's Castle to a less than PG use?"

He smirked, admiring the view of her legs as she unwrapped herself from around him. "Nice dress," he remarked, knowing it had to have been Lucy who'd provided the dress. It wasn't something Liv would have worn, given the choice. "Yes, I think we would and then we'd probably get kicked out. It's Disney World, Liv, not Vegas." And with that, he wrapped an arm snugly around her waist and smiled mischievously before warning her, "Hang on!" before shouting, "Flame on!" A collective gasp went up among the crowd of people who were still milling around at this time of night, burning enough fire at his back to shoot them into the sky like a Roman Candle. At this speed, they'd be back at their Boardwalk Villa in no time flat.

He'd barely given her time to adjust herself before he shot them both into the sky, her little shriek of laughing surprise swallowed up by the rush of hot air from beneath them as her arms snapped tight about his neck. "You did that on purpose," she accused him fondly, feet dangling as she brushed a kiss to his cheek. "D'you really like this dress" It's bit short."

"You probably don't want to think about the free show you just gave everyone on the ground then," he teased back at her. In point of fact, they'd departed far too quickly for anyone to have caught a glimpse of her, but it was more fun to let her think otherwise. He angled his body so that they turned in the sky, but instead of heading back to the Villas, he changed his mind. There was no chance of her getting cold so long as she stayed close, and no chance of her falling so long as she held tight. The danger was minimum, so long as she didn't get too close to the flames. "How would you like a bird's eye view of Disney World?" he asked with a smile, knowing that very few would ever be able to experience the place from up above. It was probably a good thing that the night fireworks shows around the park were finished for the night.

Her mouth dropped open, aghast for a moment at the thought of people looking up her skirt. "They didn't see, did they?" she asked, before realizing that he was teasing her. That earned him a little nip, since she didn't dare take her arms from around him even to dole out punishment. "That's not funny," she told him, through a giggle that made her a liar. As he turned her attention to the thought of seeing the parks from the air, her smile softened, easily delighted by anything he suggested. "I'd like that. But only if you promise to rodger me silly when we get back on solid ground."

"I thought it was pretty hysterical," he said with a smirk, obviously amused that she'd almost believed him for a moment. "Rodger that, Captain. I'd be only too happy to rodger you silly every chance I get." The view from above was a breath-taking one, able to see the whole place from above at a glance, each park separate and individual and yet part of the whole. The place was enormous, like a small world of its own separate from the mundane world outside its border. There was an obvious reason they called it the "Magic Kingdom"; it was a treat for the child inside everyone, no matter whether you were a child or just a child at heart. "I always wanted to go here when I was a kid," he told her as he gave her a slow aerial tour of the place, turning to circle the park high enough that they had a bird's eye view.

It was amazing to see the park from this angle, to realize that the bird's eye view maps were almost as accurate as you could get. Liv's face lit up with another truly delighted smile, mind over matter helping her to ignore the chill of the air up here in favor of simply enjoying the flight. It really was just as well she wasn't afraid of heights. "So did I," she confessed in answer to his comment, lifting her eyes to his with that familiarly shy smile in place. "I couldn't think of a better place for us to come."

"It's amazing, and you're amazing for arranging it." He wasn't quite sure why he was so surprised by all this, but he was. She was, after all, "The World's Greatest P.A.", according to Jon. It figured that she'd put those skills to good use in her personal life, too. "Are you sure this isn't a dream?" he asked, as they rounded another turn and he angled them back toward the Villas. If she wanted, he could take her for a birds' eye view of the park every night they were there. Who needed the Magic Bus when they were married to Johnny Storm' Of course, that would mean him having to wear his uniform, but it was a small price to pay.

"I'm sure," she promised him, her fingers turning to stroke in and out of his hair as he turned to bear them both back toward the Villas and the privacy she'd been teasing him into needing since he'd landed in Downtown Disney. "It's better than any dream." Her lips brushed his cheek, softly trailing down his jaw, knowing she was pushing him to his limits by teasing so openly in mid-air but not quite able to stop herself. She trusted him not to drop her, or to crash, her life quite literally in his hands.

Flying was something he could almost do in his sleep and the one thing he loved most about his superpowers. His ability to manipulate fire was awesome, but there was nothing that beat being able to fly. There were days, he had to admit, when he just did it for the sheer fun of it. He smiled softly as her lips brushed against the warmth of his cheek and he descended at a speed that wouldn't frighten or startle her, touching down a perfect landing not far from their Villa but far enough away that he didn't chance setting anything on fire.

To think, he'd been worried that she wouldn't take to flying, that her first experience of it being taken from a burning building would color her impressions of his favorite pastime for good. In some ways, Liv was braver than she appeared, certainly braver than her sister. She loved to fly with Johnny, to share his view of the world safe in the knowledge that he would never let her fall. As he touched down, she stumbled a little, falling off her heels, and let loose with a wild little giggle as she clung to him. "I'm not drunk!"

He didn't let her fall, even when they set set foot on the ground, catching her around the waist and holding fast, a smile on his face as he turned to kiss her. Their cottage was in sight now, a short walk from where they'd landed. Thankfully, they hadn't drawn a crowd this time. "I'm sorry about earlier, Liv. This is the best surprise ever," he told her quietly as he held her close, beneath the familiar pattern of stars that could only belong to Earth and the moon smiling down on them.

She smiled softly into his kiss, molding herself as close to him as she could get. "You don't need to apologize, love," she promised him in her gentle voice. "We just got our wires crossed, that's all." Her nose nudged his, lips asking for a kiss without taking it as her grin made its appearance once again, just happening to coincide with a new squeeze of his rear end. "If this isn't spandex, what is it?"

Instead of kissing her, he brushed his nose against hers with a soft smile, teasing her just a little before making good on his promise of "rodgering her silly". "To be honest, I don't know. Probably something I can't spell or pronounce. Reed cooked it up in his lab. There's only one of them." Did she really want to talk about his suit right now, or would she rather talk about getting him out of it' He smirked as she took another grab of his rear. "Impatient, are we?"

She huffed, the pout reappearing on lips as he denied her the kiss she was asking for, and spanked his rear in retaliation. If he was going to make her wait, then she would make him wait. "Only for you to get your arse in gear and come inside," she informed him, with only a very slight slur to her words. Disentangling herself from him, she offered up a sweet wink, and reached into the form-fitting bodice of her dress to locate the key Lucy had shoved down there a few hours before.

Olivia Storm

Date: 2013-03-04 05:31 EST
He laughed as she spanked him and pulled the key from her bodice. "What else have you got hiding in there?" he asked with a mischievous smirk, reaching for her hand to lead her toward the door. They'd fooled around long enough, or maybe they hadn't. It was time for some serious fooling around of a completely different nature.

"Oh, you know me," she laughed, her fingers winding tenderly between his as she moved along behind him. "I never go anywhere without the bare essentials." Which was an obvious lie tonight; there was no way in hell she had anything else in that dress but her own self, there just wasn't room. She looked down at herself, sliding past to set the key into the lock. "Should I try and dress like this more often, do you think?"

It was her own self that she was hiding in there and that he wanted to get at, but he didn't bother to point out the obvious. "Only if you're doing it for me," he replied, insistently tugging her toward the door, but not fast enough to risk her tripping over her own two feet and the heels she was unaccustomed to wearing. "How'd Lucy talk you into wearing that?"

She blushed, watching her own hand fixedly as she turned the key in the lock to let them both into the darkened villa that was theirs for the next week or more. "She hid everything else while I was in the shower," she admitted in embarrassment, giving him a gentle shove to get in through the door now it was open. "I didn't have a lot of choice. Why, do I look utterly ridiculous" You don't have to lie, I promise I won't tell Lucy."

He chuckled as she shoved him in the door. Whatever blue mood he'd been in earlier had completely disappeared. He was all smiles now, his whole face lit up with happiness and they hadn't even gotten to the ceremony yet. He let his eyes roam over her before giving her a vague but mostly honest answer. "I wouldn't say ridiculous exactly," he started, leaning in to brush too-warm lips against her neck, his hands sliding against the material of her form-fitting dress. As form-fitting as his uniform, it seemed.

Pushing the door closed behind her, she tossed the key onto the nearest flat surface as he came to her, fizzing at the unspoken compliment that ordinarily she would have been happy to take as it was. "What would you say, exactly?" she asked against his ear, shivering for an entirely different reason now he held her this close. Johnny Storm's wandering hands were a work of art in themselves, in her opinion.

"Mmm..." he murmured, his lips moving against her neck, softly-laid kisses against her neck between each word. "Gorgeous....Sexy....Hot." The last word was underscored by a flare of heat against her neck, hot but not hot enough to burn her. He was anxious to get her out of it, but he'd promised her a dance or two first. His hands came to settle against her hips, as he murmured near her ear. "You sure you wanna dance?"

She gasped at the heated flare that ghosted against her skin, bringing her blush to bear with intoxicating speed as her hands rose, cupping to the back of his neck and his shoulder. It was tempting to just give up the teasing right now and go for it, but she still owed him for teasing her about flashing her panties to his adoring fans. "Yes," she informed him in a shuddering breath right by his ear. "You promised me dirty dancing. I want it."

He smirked, teasing her right back. "The Patrick Swayze or Johnny Storm version," he said, pulling away just enough to tease, but still close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him, not all of it just from his abnormally warm temperature.

The look she leveled on him was all kinds of sultry, not at all an expression he was used to seeing on the sweet face looking up at him. Her hands drew down his chest, nails scraping gently through the supple material of his suit as she hustled herself closer once again, deliberately rolling her hips into his as her thigh slipped between his legs. "Can't I have both?"

"Um, no..." He gulped as she moved close, the sensation of her fingernails against his suit sending a shiver up his spine, despite his constant heat. "Because I don't know how to dance like that." His body was betraying him again, but now that they were alone, it no longer mattered. She knew what kind of affect she had on him, and he was making no effort to hide it.

His gulp did wonderful things to her, not least of which was an up in the sheer wickedness that had begun to flow from his kittenish fiancee as she realized that somehow she had the upper hand here. Less than a year ago, she'd been a virgin; he was her only lover. And yet in this moment, he might have been the virgin for all the assertion he was failing to make use of. "I could teach you," she offered, her breath teasing against his lips as she rolled her hips once again, her hands taking hold of his to keep him close enough to feel the friction between them with that movement. Truth be told, she didn't actually care about the dancing. This was all about seeing just how far he was going to let her go.

It was hard to say how far he'd let her go until it actually happened. He was on the brink of stopping her and taking her to bed, but he was curious to see what she had in mind, curious to see how far she'd go before she couldn't wait any longer. Though he might not be a virgin, he was no means a master at the art of lovemaking, and this was a completely new experience for him. His breath caught a moment as she pressed her body close to his, his arms sliding around her waist to hold her even closer. "I think you already are," he muttered back.

She felt her own breath stutter as he slipped his arms about her, pressed as close as was humanly possible, letting her hands roam over his hips, down along his thighs. "Bend your knees a little," she coaxed him softly, belatedly recalling that they might need a little music to do this properly. But she didn't want to move out of his grasp. This time, her hips didn't roll but pressed to his, all but humping his leg before she teased her grin to his lips once again.

He did as he was told, bending his knees slightly and trying to relax as she pressed herself against him, feeling the pressure of her thigh against his crotch. "Should we dance like this at the wedding?" Though what he really meant was the reception or party or whatever was going on afterward the actual wedding. One hand strayed away from her hip toward her thigh, finger bunching the fabric to draw it higher, revealing more leg.

She giggled at that suggestion. "Can you imagine the look on their faces if we did?" was her response as her hands rose to his hips once again, guiding him into the kind of grinding most nightclubs would throw you out for these days. Who would have thought that shy little Liv would be able to to this" But then, Lucy must have practiced with someone. She gasped again, soft and enticing, as his fingers bunched in the material of her dress, knowing it wouldn't have far to go before she might as well only be wearing a top.

No response came from him in answer to her question. His mind had gone completely blank as she ground against him, hardly moving except for their hips and hands. It was like making love clothed on two feet, and if they didn't stop soon, he was going to have to get his suit laundered sooner than usual. His heart was pounding hard enough in his chest for her to feel it, his temperature rising. His fingers curled into her thigh, dragging upwards against her flesh until he reached the bottom edge of her panties. "Liv..." he groaned pleadingly, unable to wait much longer.

The longing that radiated from him drew a new tremble to her limbs, feeding the desire she'd been sharing with him since he'd first crashed her pre-wedding celebrations earlier that night. As much fun as this was, he'd been right when he'd accused her of being impatient. She didn't offer up any encouragement by voice, her lips suddenly catching his in a demanding kiss as her hands swept upward, one to curl to his neck, the other to drag the zipper of his suit down in one smooth gesture. And all the while, her hips never stilled. He was either going to have to take a little of the control back, or hope that Disney World could launder specialist fabric.

Olivia Storm

Date: 2013-03-04 05:33 EST
He wasn't planning on wearing the suit on his wedding day and he could give the suit to Sue to have cleaned, but he really didn't want to end the evening with a messy suit. His lips burned against hers, his fingers grasping the panties she wore beneath her dress and tugging downward as he steered her in the direction of the bed, groaning against her lips and hoping he made it in time.

Well, it wasn't quite dancing, but it was certainly dirty. Liv didn't fight as she was drawn toward the bed, moaning softly in time with his groans of frustration as she felt him tugging at her underwear. Her own hands pushed beneath his suit, easing it over his shoulders, down over his arms, as they traded burning kisses back and forth. Impatience really was a virtue sometimes.

He reached around behind the back of her neck with one hand to fumble with the clasp of her dress, while his other hand was busy trying to find a way to literally get into her panties. He came to a halt as her legs bumped against the bed, needing to get her out of that dress and himself out of the suit before they tumbled to the bed in a frenzy of tangled arms and legs.

For a moment, they were almost fighting each other toward the same goal, her hands forcing his to still long enough to get his sleeves free, only to be stilled herself as the satin-jersey that embraced her hourglass figure sprang free of its clasp. The halterneck bodice of her dress slipped free to her waist as her hands dropped to his hips, pushing once again at the clinging material as she whimpered in frustration. "Johnny ..."

"Hmm?" he muttered as she whimpered against him, lips grazing her neck as he withdrew his hand from her panties to peel the dress from her body, as much a second skin as his own suit, unzipped to the waist. He wasted little time in getting the dress off her, peeling it down her body until she was able to simply step out of the fabric. Her shoes he left on her feet, for some odd reason, his hands sliding back up her legs as he looked up at her from his crouch at her feet, as though he were kneeling in worship of his own personal goddess.

He looked up at her, finding the sight of her dressed only in panties and heels enough to drive him half-mad with longing. He noticed the little phrase on her panties that proclaimed her his. I do. Oh, hell, yes, she would. Suddenly, he could hold himself back no longer, practically tearing those panties off her hips, his hands clasping her hips to pull her close as he claimed her womanhood for himself, kissing her, tasting the sweetness that could only be Liv. No more teasing, no more fooling around. It might drive him to further madness, but he wanted to possess her completely and make her know she belonged only to him.

He certainly had her complete attention. Trembling still with tender anticipation, she couldn't find the words to tell him how much she wanted him, how much she loved him, rooted in place as much by the appreciative desire in his eyes as by the firm grasp of his hands as he stripped the dress from her body. Her fingers teased through his hair, a faint smile touching her lips for barely a split second as she caught him reading the embroidered message on her panties before the expression died in an overwhelming wave of startled pleasure. The faint burn of the fabric against her skin was easily forgotten in the rush of bliss that followed, raising her voice to the silent rooms around them in a desperate call of passion as she swayed, holding tight to him in ever more heated ecstasy.

Barely able to hold himself back, he knew that once he gave himself over to her, once he took her completely, it would over quickly, far too quickly for her. But this he could do for her, this he could give her, wanting to find the woman in her, to coax her toward the sweet release she was longing for. He was neither too rough nor too gentle as he sought to give her the kind of pleasure she'd never felt before, lips and tongue tasting her, exploring her, savoring the sweet fragrance and taste of her, the exotic sweetness of her nectar, taking his cues from her, gauging her reactions as she made the climb toward the inevitable climax.

She was wild as he tasted and teased her, unable to hold still, unable to keep herself from loosing wave upon wave of sound, from the tiniest whimper to the loudest cry, clutching at him in her frenzy. As the rise took her close to the inevitable, she began to shake violently, close to losing her balance altogether as his name fell from her lips in something that approached a sacred prayerful whisper, and when it came, she rushed to that peak with such suddenness that it took her entirely by surprise. She almost screamed his name, one hand flying to cover her mouth and muffle the sound even as her body bled delicious tension, crumpling bonelessly toward the floor in a gasping, whimpering heap.

He tasted that release as much as sensed it, feeling her shuddering against him, her fingers tangled in his hair, her response so sudden and violent, it almost caused him to climax along with her, the only thing holding him back sheer will power and the desire to be deep inside when he finally let go. He would have smothered her moans with his kisses, but his lips were too busy, feeling her quake and rock against him. He somehow managed to catch her before she hit the floor, practically tossing her onto the bed and tearing his suit off in a hurry to be free of it and surrender himself to her warmth.

She was still only just coming back down as she felt herself bounce on the bed, blinking her eyes open to watch with a soft moan of loving appreciation as he tore himself free of his suit, her arms opening to welcome him to her with a tender smile. "I should drink more often," she heard herself tease, her voice so husky, so deep with loving lust that she barely recognized it as her own.

It wasn't the drink or the fact that she was tipsy. It wasn't even the dress, though that had certainly heightened his arousal. If he had to blame one thing for the frenzied frustration of desire, it would be the dance, the grinding of bodies one against the other, teasing and tempting the other until neither could wait any longer. It was a dangerous dance done in public, but in the privacy of their room, all bets were off and there were no holds barred. He was grateful Liv had had the forethought to book them a cottage. Disney was supposed to be a family resort, but what he had in mind for Liv for the next ten days was nothing suitable for little ears. Once he was free of the suit, their clothes lying in a rumpled pile on the floor, he made good on his intentions, wasting no time in claiming her, his eyes rolling back as he almost immediately soared to heights even he could not have imagined possible, groaning in delighted ecstasy as his warmth flowed from his body to hers.

She could so easily have risen with him once again, held back from that second climax only by the intoxication of her body, by the sheer unadulterated enjoyment of seeing him, feeling him, taking his pleasure from her. She drew him to her in a tangle of slick, trembling limbs, brushing her lips against his temple, his cheek, his mouth, struggling to regain her breath in the wake of something so unexpected. Perhaps she understood now why her sister kept saying she should let Johnny take her out dancing.

"Oh, God, Liv..." he whispered as he started to come down from the high, completely and utterly satiated, wrapping her in his embrace before turning to one side before he crushed her with his weight. He sighed deeply, lulled into a state of total relaxation, even as his body trembled, the heat of his climax slowing ebbing away. He nudged his nose against the side of her neck, her earrings still in place, as well as her necklace, undisturbed, the only decoration still worn. "I love you so much," he whispered in a voice thick with emotion and overwhelming adoration.

"I should hope so," she murmured back to him, finally able to be warm and teasing in the shuddering aftermath of their love-making. "We're getting married tomorrow." Her head turned, lips seeking his to deliver a kiss that was as slow and soulful as others had been hurried and demanding, smoothing her hand down over his side as her body relaxed easily into the heat of his. "I love you," she whispered back to him, her voice echoing the husky adoration in his, "more than anything in any world."

And tomorrow, before their family, she would happily repeat that. She would shout it from the highest peak on Earth if he asked her to, unable to put words to the feeling that coursed through her at the knowledge that in less than twenty-four hours, he would be completely, irrevocably hers. Forever.

((Yup, it's taken all weekend to do one night! ::laughs:: We WILL get to the actual, yanno, wedding at some point over the next week, promise! Uberflorious, spongilicious thanks to Johnny's player!))