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Inside Evan and Logan had taken to the hallways, and had found a room with seven ninjas in it already, now they were simply waiting outside to rush in and take them out before moving on. Spyke was a little shaky, knowing that they were going to be putting these ninjas down permanently which meant killing them and he wasn't really as sanguine about the idea as he had hoped.
Get it together kid, Logan thought to himself looking at the younger man who was visibly quaking. Thanks again to Harry having them all hold hands while he cast the dissolution spell Logan could see Evan, and he didn't like what he saw. The shaking was pretty obvious, and Logan wondered if maybe the kid was going to be a liability in this. Still, he hoped that once the adrenaline hit he would snap out of it.
OOOOOOO
Jean and Scott made their way straight towards the area where Harry had said there was some kind of mumbling or chanting going on, assuming that would be where the majority of the ninjas in the monastery would be.
They were proven correct when they came out of the first story hallway and into a three-story tall chapel of some kind, or whatever it was the locals called a chapel anyway. Neither of them were very interested in foreign religions after all. But they both guessed that whatever deity this place was dedicated to now was not the one it had been dedicated to when this monastery was built.
The demon statue made out of basalt or some similar black rock holding what looked like a stump of a real demon arm in outstretched arms that looked even more demonic than the statue itself sort of gave that away. There was no blood coming from it, but it was obviously still very much alive as they could see its fingers twitching in time with the chanting of the three dozen or so ninjas who are kneeling in front of it.
There were two of what looked like higher level ninjas at the front, and they were bowing in supplication to the hand of whatever it was. The regular Hand ninja's wore red or black ninja suits, these two both wore red and had silver lines on their sleeves and neckline, and wore two blades rather than one at their sides. Another one who looked even higher-level with golden lines around his sleeves and neckline was bowing directly in front of it. "Yes master your will be done. We know where the enemy Wolverine is, we'll he will be taken despite the losses our initial rush."
Jean frowned thoughtfully, realizing the demon arm (more of a forearm and hand really) was probably connected to those magical lines that Harry said connected all of the ninjas here and then from it to something else in Japan. Harry mentioned that it could possibly be used as a communication device, but I guess it doesn't matter if there's no one here after our attack for the other end of the line to speak to. Unless of course it could also open some kind of portal and have reinforcements come straight through.
She remembered that the demons she had fought with the Fantastic Four and the others had feared what they called the life-fire. If so then maybe whatever was on the other hand could be hurt enough to back off and let them take this place out without trying to interfere if it could. So saying she told Scott that she would take out the demon hand before joining him, to which he nodded and told her to pass it on to the others. "Harry, were in possession here."
"Your call Cyclops" said Harry looking up at the ceiling and readying a Bombarda to blow a hole he and Rouge could then fly thru.
Cyclops breathed in deeply, moving his hand up to ratchet his eye-beams up to wide area effect so that he would catch the ninjas who wre all kneeling in their backs, either slicing them apart or propelling them into their fellows at this range and level the actual effect was up in the air. "Now!" he shouted, sending the same response down their telepathic links. The shout echoing around the suddenly alert ninjas and his eye-beams blasted forward, catching the crowd as they turned as one towards the noise.
Jean took to the air immediately, her telekinetic aura of flame igniting as she sent a spear of phoenix fire to impact on the demon arm, burning it. There was a screaming sound that reverberated around the monastery, and every ninja in it suddenly knew that they were under attack.
OOOOOOO
It didn't help them much. Ororo immediately thrust down with both hands, summoning up sudden small, extremely focused whirlwinds, which incased the demon dogs and began to take them apart, ripping and tearing at them with the force of a category five hurricane.
Nearby Kurt teleported into the midst of the ninjas, and slashing out with a blade he had stolen from the group that had attacked him and Evan on the pier. He made certain to keep on the move, popping here and there causing chaos and confusion.
The ninjas reacted swiftly, and they very well-trained, yet they had never run into a teleporter before and they couldn't pin him down while he did precisely that to them.
Meanwhile Kitty had already begun to destroy the helicopters. Using a tiny pebble and placing it in the engine before simply letting it go after imparting just enough motion to it. This had the same effect on the front of the helicopter that it had originally done to that tree so long ago when Harry had suggested this maneuver, or two Sabertooth's arm like that time in Canada.. One after another the helicopters died like this, then she went to help Kurt.
Ororo swiftly finished off the demon dogs, and was now throwing wind blasts and lightning down at the ninjas to aid Kurt. Ororo also displayed a new application of her power, freezing the air around some of her targets, freezing their bodies to such levels that it looked as if they had been dipped in liquid nitrogen before they shattered to pieces.
OOOOOOO
Wolverine attacked with a snarl as soon as Cyclops gave the word, dashing in and killing four of the ninjas before they even knew he was there. One of them was swift enough to raise his blade and give Logan a cut on the shoulder, but the blade couldn't cut his adamantium covered bone, and he took the ninja in the throat with his own claws.
The last two were hit by a bone bullets from Evan, who began to hyperventilate a little. That room done Logan moved swiftly back to the doorway where Evan stood, smacking him on the face. "Get it together Spyke!" he ordered, "you can break down later."
The two rushed out into the corridor, and were immediately faced with dozens of ninjas flowing out of the rooms around them and charging them from all sides. Soon enough the adrenalin made Evan forget his hesitation, and he summoned up his bone armor and two swords before the ninjas could fall on them. Evan's entire body was now covered with bone armor protecting him everything but his eyes. He almost immediately took one knife to the back of the knee, but again he had reinforced his bones enough to deflect it, and in retaliation he concentrated for a moment. Another bone sword suddenly sprouted from that knee catching the ninja in the throat as he lifted the leg.
Behind him Wolverine went to town on the ninjas. They could only come at him from one direction and even to they could leap over one another to attack him from above with Evan guarding his back that wasn't enough to make a difference. His healing factor and adamantium covered bones made their blades almost useless, as long as he protected his eyes and throat.
The ninjas knew it too, and tried to concentrate on attacking his face and throat but Logan was good enough to avoid any outright killing shot. He was bleeding from over a dozen cuts and gashes on his face within a few minutes, and one eye was blinded by the blood coming from a cut above it. His mask actually began to come apart but he kept on going, the cut healing slowly giving what the ninjas coated their blades with, but swiftly enough.
OOOOOOO
Harry didn't actually have to say his spells anymore, not the mid level ones anyway, but there was such a thing as style. Therefore he shouted "Bombarda!" while he pointed a finger at up at the ceiling. The spell shattered the rocks there, causing three ninjas who had been in the room directly above them to fall inward. They and the debris from the explosion were caught by another spell, and thrown against the far wall with brutal force. Another spell picked Rogue up and the two of them zoomed up into the next room.
Rogue immediately ducked under one ninja who had tried to take her head off, and raised her hand swiftly to clip him under the chin throwing him back, his neck broken.
With that the two of them moved from that room up again to the third floor where the prisoners were being kept. They ran into only about seven or eight ninjas on that floor, but they ran into all of the gangsters who had swiftly reformed on their boss who was with the prisoner.
The gangsters were armed with guns and other more modern weaponry unlike the ninjas, who relied on stealth and hand-to-hand combat ability. Against Rogue however who was despite her protests wearing the Juggernaut armor that Harry had modified to fit her over her new uniform and Harry who had activated his Magia Erebea as well as crysis suit this did not avail them much. The two of them went at their enemies like rhinos in a China shop, throwing them aside in an effort to get in and save the prisoners before someone could decide to cut their throats.
Even so they barely succeeded. When they broke an old man, fat and unhealthy looking, as if his years were catching up to him was about to slice the throat of the younger prisoner, who was chained to one of the walls by several heavy chains. Oddly he was also holding a large bottle the held some odd liquid on the bottom underneath the younger man's throat. "I know not where you have gotten your would-be rescuers my son, but they will not be here in time. I need your blood for the Elixir Vitae. I do not need you to live through the process of me obtaining it."
"Not gonna happen!" Rogue shouted, charging forward. Rogue punch the man so hard his broken body crashed through the wall behind him and out into the courtyard below. "Dead wrong."
Harry moved swiftly to the older man who was a prisoner, casting several healing spells on him. Originally the man was probably good looking, possibly even dapper. He had gray hair, was thin and wearing a rather good suit yet the man had been badly beaten offsetting his original style. Thankfully there was nothing Harry's magic couldn't fix. Apparently the torture had begun with the younger man which was probably a good thing since given his physique the younger man had been able to take it while this guy could not have.
It was in fact surprise when the old man opened his eyes and said "I say, we seem to have been rescued. Rather surprising that, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sir Dennis Nayland Smith and you are?"
"Your rescuer," said Harry smiling faintly. "As to my name, Mr. Wizard will do for now, at your service."
Behind him Rogue groaned while she snapped the chains holding the young man to the wall, a part of her comparing his muscles, which were on display thanks to his shirtless state, to what she had seen of Scott, and found she liked them both equally well. "You aren't seriously usin' that call sign permanently Sah?
"Not really, but it works for now. Ororo and Phoenix will come up with a better one it eventually I suppose.
The man's eyes sharpened on him. "I heard a rumor about a Mr. Wizard being involved in a bit of a scuffle in London last week, was that you?"
"MI6?" Harry asked, looking the two men up and down. The younger of the two was now standing on his own, though he looked close to collapse, and Harry moved over to him, forcing some potions down his throat before going to work on his wounds.
"Not any more old chap, I stayed on here after I was discharged, unfinished business of a sort you could say. May I ask why you two are here rescuing us? Not that I'm ungrateful but…"
"We have a fellow among our group that has a history with the ninjas here, and after I saw you being brought in my saving people thing™ kicked in." Harry replied truthfully yet without giving any real information.
The old man chuckled wincing a little when Rogue released him from his bonds. "I know that disease all too well. My young compatriots and I have served that call for several months now and look where it got us, one dead, myself and young Shiang-Chi captured. We thought we had a chance to take that man in, but we were betrayed the last by Shiang-chi's sister no less. Familial feeling towards her father over her brother and the right thing, I suppose." He looked through the shattered wall at the dead body of the crime lord laying out on the ground below. "I wanted to take him in and try him, just for the sheer pleasure of watching him hang but this works as well as suppose."
The younger man, apparently named Shiang-Chi had regained some of his bearing by this point. The sounds of combat was everywhere around, yet here the ninjas had apparently decided to let the defense of the prisoners to the toughs who had brought them in. "Shouldn't we be going to help your fellows, wherever they are? The Hand are dangerous opponents no matter you numbers or skill."
Harry looked at the younger man shook his head. "I might have healed your wounds you're not going to be up for much now." Harry did not regularly bring Pepper-up potions with him, and he had already used a few potions on the kid already. "Corey?" he said to the empty air.
Daniel's eyes widened slightly as the little creature popped in, but Harry had more important things to do than try to explain house-elves to him. "Could you transport these two back to the hotel?"
"Cory will do," the young house-elf said reaching forward and pulling the older man forward to join the young man who was already wobbling on his feet.
The two popped out and Harry turned to Rogue. "Let's go help Spyke and Wolverine, they'll probably have run into trouble clearing this place."
OOOOOOO
In the main worship area Cyclops had fallen back, having taken a sword to the side from ninja who had been able to sneak up behind him, and he was leaning against the wall holding the wound but other than that the operation here gone off without a hitch.
Whatever was that connected to that demon arm had withdrawn its presence the moment Jean began to burn it, and the head priests or whatever they were seemed to feel a bit of a backlash there though the younger lesser brothers happened.
The one with gold embroidery along his sleeves however had proven to be a bit more of a fight than the others. First unlike the other two he was able to throw off the effect of the psychic backlash from the demon hands burning. On top of that he was actually able to blend into the shadows sinking into them and attacking from any of the shadows around them before fading away, hence the knife in Cyclops' side.
Scott leaned back trying to blast the man who was now the only living ninja in the room at the moment, but couldn't get a bead on him. He was too fast and there were too many shadows.
Jean however had turned her attention from the burning demonic arm thing to the ninja master himself and was now blasting out with telekinetic shots of pure fury. For a moment it didn't look as if she was going to be able to nail him, but then he made a mistake. The ninja tried to use her own shadow behind her to stab her from behind.
But Jean had kept up her telekinetic shield, and his blade got stuck there for just a second. Before he could retreat back into the shadow Jean whirled around grabbed him by the throat with a claw of flame that looks like a bird of prey, and the ninja began to burn immediately. Yet even now him he was completely silent even as the fires of the phoenix consumed him.
Jean let the smoldering corpse fall, and moved over swiftly to Cyclops putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling into his feet. "Come on oh mighty leader," she said smiling faintly. "I think we need to get out of here."
Cyclops nodded faintly then asked suddenly, the pain of his wound giving him a bit of courage, "So, you Storm and Harry? How exactly did that happen?"
Jean nearly stumbled almost bringing them both down and he chuckled weakly waving one hand while his other remained holding his wound. "Don't worry, I'm not jealous or anything like that, I'm just wondering how you two decided to share him."
Jean recovered her poise, chuckled and began to pull him along the corridor. "Why, are you asking for pointers or something?"
"Not in the getting two girls way, just wondering how to get a girl singular," he said shaking his head wearily.
At this point Evan, Logan, Rogue and Harry raced down the hallway towards them, with Logan's uniform cut to ribbons in places, and his mask having fallen off. Yet for all that the man was uninjured, thanks to his amazing healing factor.
Evan had gotten over his tremors, and was moving purposefully along Logan's other side, his eyes moving from side to side and his hands holding bone blades, the armor on his body looking for all the world like some kind of medieval night crossed with a football player. The spikes sticking out of his kneecaps and shoulders however were a rather unnecessary addition, and he did have a few cuts on his face and joints, though not many and none serious.
Harry moved toward Cyclops, already casting healing spells on Scott while Harry's hand reached into his pocket pulling out a potion from the space expansion charm there. "Blood replenishing potion" he said handing it over, while working on the wound. "It doesn't look life threatening a few mid-level healing spells will heal you right up, again." He'd be sore for a few days, but in Harry's opinion soreness was a learning experience all on its own. He didn't want Scott or any if the kids to get so cocky that he could heal all their wounds that they would become reckless, after all.
Harry took over one side of Scott while the other was taken by Evan, and Logan and Rogue took the lead while Jean followed up behind. They ran into no more ninjas, the ninjas here having expended themselves attacking them from the start. That and the fact that over half their number had been caught outside, and facing Ororo outside had been a losing proposition for them. it would have been a losing proposition for most people really.
Ororo led the way inside with the other two following, smiling faintly. "I believe this was a very successful operation, anything go wrong on your end?"
"Not on ours," said Harry. "The two prisoners were rescued and Cory transported them back to the hotel without much incident."
Rogue, shuddered slightly, remembering the number of times she had to kill today, but she was getting over it quickly, telling herself over and over that they had been coming at her with the intent to kill. It helped a bit, but not as much as she could have hoped, and she decided to talk to the professor about it tomorrow. Right now however, she just wanted to get out o here and get some sleep. Evan too was having issues with it, but other than praying over their bodies, Kurt seemed to be dealing with the realities of a life or death battle better than the two of them.
"We ran into something funky," said Jean shaking your head. "The ninjas in the main hallway were worshiping somehow this demon arm thing."
Logan frowned at that. "It could be a connection to that beast thing that they are supposed to worship, I didn't think it was real."
"Demons are real," said Harry Scott and Jean all together, and then laughed a little.
"In any event," Jean went on, "I burned it with my Phoenix fire, and the thing at the other end didn't seem to like that much, it screamed, there was some kind of backlash that a few of the ninjas felt, and that was it."
Harry frowned. "Storm, call Cory and have him teleport the rest of you guys back I'll join you after I'm done cleaning up and I want to check that out. Did you leave anything for me to look at?"
"Not at all," said Jean cheerfully. She really, really liked burning demons. That first higher level devil's attempt at getting into her mind had stuck with her, and every time she could get stuck in with similar beasts she would do so gleefully. "Sorry you can't satisfy your curiosity oh wise and powerful Mr. Wizard."
Harry surreptitiously slapped her on the ass causing her to squeak a little. The others looked at her quizzically while he muttered "Smart ass."
He turned and made his way back into the monastery while Jean rubbed her rear through her suit. She was also surprisingly turned on a little. Not a lot, and she imagined she should be the spanker not the spankee, but still. She didn't have much time to ponder that however because Cory quickly appeared at Ororo's softly spoken command, teleporting them all back swiftly.
Harry had noticed Cory's arrival, and smiled faintly. He was beginning to have some interesting suspicions about his lady, and the fact she was able to call a house elf to her when they were not actually in residence in one of his houses was another hint.
He put that aside for now and moved through the now deserted monastery, filled with nothing but dead Hand ninjas now. He swiftly found the worship area, and activated his mage sight. After only a moment however he frowned and deactivated it. All the threads from other areas in the country he had seen from before their attack were no longer leading to this place, and that thin thread that he had barely seen leading off towards Japan was gone as well. "A pity," he muttered, "I could easily have talked myself into going on a full scale ninja killing spree. Ahh well, now for the cleanup."
With that he exited the building, rising into the air until he was about sixty feet above the monasteries highest point. Harry knew the value of disinformation, of removing any and all evidence, and of the fear of the unknown. To that end Harry wanted there to be not a single bit of evidence of what happened here, he wanted this monastery to simply disappear, for the rest of the Hand to have only the vaguest idea of what actually happened here, to just suddenly have their Vietnam headquarters utterly gone.
To that end he summoned up a spell, the same he had used to cut Selene off from the rest of the city. "Sciath na BhFéadfadh!" This encased the area in a large protective shield, encompassing the monastery, its grounds including the helicopters and a few feet out into the jungle beyond.
Then he used mid to high level attack spell, the kind he couldn't use in a city or anywhere he was worried about collateral damage. "Novale Fragore!" What it was in essence was a massively more powerful Bombarda, or perhaps a better way to think of it was as several hundred such spells tied together. He had learned it from Neville Longbottom, it had been among the battle magics of the Longbottom grimoire, and the two of them had shared several spells from their family tomes during their guerilla war.
There was an almighty boom and crash, then a rolling thunder of explosions moving around and out from his initial target, the center of the monastery, the roiling blasts smashing everything inside the sphere of the protection spell to ruin. Then as Harry kept powering the spell it went further shattering the ruins to pebbles and scattering the pebbles and then going even further.
Eventually all that was left was a large flattened area with bits of charred ground and the areas of the ground that had originally been sand were now glass. The whole effect was sort of like someone had suddenly decided to launch small yield nuke and he smiled approvingly. "If the Hand can feel fear, I think this should do the trick."
With that he teleported himself back to the hotel.
Once there he told them what he had done, and yawned a little, stretching his arms above his head. "Now I'm kind of tired, I think I'll turn in for the night. My lady?" He said bowing Ororo.
Ororo smiled, linking her arm with his but Charles shook his head. "Are you honestly saying we should still stay here tonight?"
"Why not?" asked Harry. "The Hand no longer has any way of getting people to us, you took out the observers right?" Charles indeed had done so during their trip through the city to meet up with Ororo and the girls, and Charles nodded. "And I paid for two nights here. It wasn't much, but I definitely don't want to waste it."
This cheered the kids up immensely, who had not been looking forward to going back to the mansion after only a single night in this fascinating city. The group broke up, with Kurt and Evan quickly being surrounded by the local trio, leaving to see what kind of nightlife this city offered.
Kitty whispered something to Rogue, who grinned and the two of them moved to either side of Jean locking their arms around hers and dragging her off feebly protesting.
Charles shook his head wondering what that was about while Logan chuckled and left to get some beer, and maybe some 'companionship'. While Jean might not find him attractive, Logan and never had much trouble with the ladies and it had been a while for him anyway.
Scott however stayed a moment before leaving. "Our two guests are asleep in the sofas in your bungalow Harry," he said motioning over that way. "Both of them are sleeping now, and don't seem in any rush to leave." With that he moved to join Evan and Kurt, and the group of six teens swiftly left the hotel.
Charles sighed. "Well in that case, I will turn in now. It's been a long day for me, and I am not nearly as young as you all are."
Harry and Ororo nodded, and made their way back to their bed, neither of them really interested in anything more than cuddling but cuddling was enough for now.
Thus ended their first day in Hoi An, the next day would be very different, without ninjas.
OOOOOOO
The next day dawned bright and cheery. While the three boys dealt with their first hangovers, Rogue spoke to the professor, Jean, Ororo and Harry met up over a early breakfast with their two guests.
During the meal the two explained how they had come to be captured by the man they called Fu-Manchu, though neither could say if that was his real name or not. "He was a local crimelord, had his fat fingers in all the local pies," Dennis said, biting into his banh mi, which was a breakfast sandwich made of sausage (the meat of which Harry and Ororo carefully did not think about too closely) and various vegetables on hard French bread. Despite their concerns however the banh mi was actually good, as was the local soup called pho.
Shiang-Chi nodded, looking a little crestfallen. "He, Fu-Manchu I mean, he was my father. Most of my life was spent in his retreat in the north, learning the marital arts, my whole life dedicated to joining my father in his philanthropic pursuits, I thought he was a great and good man. I met Dennis on my first mission for him, and Dennis was able to convince me to search for the truth. It wasn't hard to see that my father was not all he said he was."
Denis nodded. "Fu-Manchu was my enemy for many years before he sent his son after me. I resigned from MI6 rather than be reassigned because I wanted to keep chasing him, feeling that he was a danger to the stability of this country that I had come to see as important as my own." What he did not share was the in one of his attacks against Denis, Fu-Manchu's men had succeeded in killing his fiancé. It wasn't just about justice for him.
"Shiang-Chi soon came back to me after learning the truth and he and I worked with a few others to shut down as many of Fu-Manchu's operations as we could. Then we developed what we thought was our first break on the man himself, a woman on the inside. It turned out to be a trap though. The dastard had laid a trap for us using his daughter, Shiang-Chi's sister to pass false information to us. He intended to make a serum called the Elixir Vitae, which could return his youth to him, but he needed a male heir's blood for it. He apparently got the serum from the Hand, and was intending to give them Shiang-Chi to indoctrinate after he had his blood. And that is where you lot came in."
Harry nodded, an idea percolating in his mind and he decided to act on it. "Do either of you have any idea what you're going to do now?"
"I, I don't know," Shiang Chi muttered, playing with his soup, looking down into the bowl. "It, it's just, all my life was dedicated to learning the martial arts to serve my father better, than after that I dedicated my life entirely to shutting him down. The martial arts are all I'm good at, but the idea of continuing to use them to fight, to kill, that doesn't appeal to me and I don't want to join up with the government or anything like that."
"Well," said Harry leaning back and smiling faintly as he studied the two of them, "I could offer both of you a job. You wouldn't have to be in the field any longer Shiang-Chi, and you could put your martial arts to good use as the personal trainer of the group I'm going to shortly start putting together. You'll know from the get go what I want to use them for, and I think you agree that it is a worthwhile cause?" Shiang-Chi nodded, Harry having briefly told them what he wanted his own group to be able to do eventually, protecting the world from extra-solar threats and protecting mutants from persecution or vice versa. "And you Sir, well if you want to get back into the spy game, I could do with a chief of security."
Shiang-Chi was an open book to Harry, and indeed he felt quite a bit of empathy to the younger man. After all if he hadn't been as smart as he was, maybe he would have been the weapon Dumbledore wanted to mold him into much like Shiang-Chi and his father.
Smith scratched chin thoughtfully, thinking of the bare bones Harry had shared with them about his long term plans and his dream of mutant/normal coexistence. was a worthwhile goal, and being head honcho certainly appealed to him more than going back home to Britain and becoming just one more cog in the machine again. Still it seemed naïve almost to the point of stupidity to offer two complete strangers jobs and places in his organization. "I suppose that sounds fair, but how do you know you can trust us, how can you ensure our loyalty?"
"If I have to ensure your loyalty it's not worth the effort," said Harry shaking his head. Harry was a very good judge of character, and he had a good feeling about these two. If they were the kind to be corruptible, then Shiang-Chi would still be working with his father, and the old man would never have begun his crusade against Fu-Manchu. The younger man would be loyal to Harry and his cause so long as he agreed with that cause. The older man was a little cagier and well past his field days, but he would do as a security chief. Of course, Harry had also hit the man with a spell that would have lit his body up blue in his mage sight if he lied, and he hadn't so far, which made him more trustworthy in Harry's eyes. Harry would still watch him for a while, maybe assign a house elf to do it, but for now he was willing to offer the man a place in his company.
"We can talk some other time about resources and all that some other time I suppose, but for now I'm interested." Dennis nodded.
"I as well," Shiang-Chi said enthusiastically, holding his hand out to shake when Harry finished shaking the older man's. "So long as this team you're putting together truly upholds the rights of the individual and fights for a better world, I will help them train."
"Happy to have you aboard gentlemen, now this is an off day, so why don't you get out there and have some fun."
"I have always wanted to see the museums in Hoi An," Denis responded, smiling faintly. With that he bowed and made it took his leave.
The young man for a moment looked a little lost and then Ororo said gently "why don't you head out and see if you Evan and Kurt are up yet, I'm certain that they can show you around with their local guides." The young man nodded, and walked out with the intent to accomplish that mission.
Ororo shook her head he left. "That young man is wound just a little too tightly. He definitely need some down time."
Harry shrugged. "I've been there, it's sometimes hard to remember what a normal life is. That's where you come in my dear," he said taking her hand and kissing it gently then moving up her arm to her neck and she giggled. "You and Jean keep me grounded."
The day passed well for everyone, with all the X-Men enjoying their time immensely in the city seeing the sights and just generally having fun. What surprised him slightly was that there was no official response toward the violence that had occurred in the city yesterday. There was a little thanks to Charles and Harry it wasn't connected back to them, since Charles had erased their images from the minds of all the witnesses except for the trio of girls, who had promised not to say anything until they left, whereupon Harry would obliviate them.
In point of fact Haoi MI was quite taken with Evan, and Evan's two nights in Hoi An would become some of his fondest memories. Evan would be faced with a lot of teasing in the days to come as he would sometimes stare off into the distance with a blush on his face, completely ruining his image as a 'player', but for the most part the X-Men would not bother him about it all that much.
Logan was not seen at all that day, but of all of them he was one the one who would be least likely to be taken quietly. With that in mind the kids decided not to wonder where he was for their own mental wellbeing.
Jean had spent the previous evening being questioned about her relationship with Harry and Ororo by Rogue and Kitty, and the two didn't let up the next day, insisting that she come with them to the beach where they partied around the surf and sand. Scott eventually joined them, and he and Rogue eventually went off on their own to once more see if they could find a boat to rent to explore the river.
Charles spent the day simply basking in the sunlight while reading a book, and Ororo joined Kitty and Jean while Harry teleported to High Note to spend the day with Melody. He came back later that evening however for his and Jean's first official date.
OOOOOOO
Harry had told Jean to dress up a little, and she had done so, a formfitting black and light blue dress that flared around below her knees. It was tight around her stomach and bust line, and had thick straps going over her shoulders, letting them and her arms bare, as well as a thin slit down the center of her chest to right above her belly button. Harry in turn was dressed in a very good suit, not a tuxedo like he had the night in LA, but still a very good suit. The brown overcoat was the same he had worn yesterday, since he decided he liked the color, but the undershirt was black, as were the pants.
Jean looked him over smiling approvingly but felt she had to ask "Is all that transfigured clothing or what?"
"Not at all my lady, only the jacket is conjured, the rest I actually bought myself." He took a moment to look at Jean in turn, his love for her shining in his eyes, before extending one arm. "And you look magnificent as always. Shall we?"
Ororo smiled, coming up with Kitty from the beach and seeing the two of them walk by. "Have fun you two and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"And that would be what exactly?" said both of her loves, with equally deadpan tones.
She laughed and shooed them off, then she Kitty and Charles once more went around seeing the museums, meeting up with Dennis who took the place of a tour guide for them. He had spent over 20 years in Vietnam after all, and had gotten to know the people and its history very, very well.
As they left Jean took a look back through the window of Harry and Ororo's cabana, and saw Hedwig on a brand-new perch chewing on something that looked decidedly like some kind of gummy rodents. She raised an eyebrow inquiringly at Harry "Did Hedwig do something special?"
"Oh Hedwig was invaluable for setting this trip and everything connected to it up," Harry said smiling faintly. "Trust me, you'll like what I have planned."
"I do," said Jean smiling happily and leaning into his shoulder. "I do trust you."
Harry and Jean left the hotel quickly, holding hands and walking along the street in convivial silence for a few moments before they came to the restaurant where Harry had booked a reservation. It had been recommended by some of the staff at the hotel, and unfortunately Harry would find that this was not always a good thing. It was a common misconception, but if someone recommended a place like this to tourists, it was because they were going to get a cut from the profits of the tourists visit. They could even be on the restaurants payroll to direct tourists to them. And just because a place had money to spend on something like that did not mean they had good food.
Yet that realization was an hour into the future, for now both of them were simply enjoying themselves. After one last sideways hug they sat down at the table the maître d' ushered them to, looking out over the view of the river where the festival of lights was about to begin. Little dots of varicolored candle light began to flow down the river one after another floating on their little paper stands, the colors of which lent the candles their own color, a truly beautiful sight.
They both watched silently for a few minutes, then the waiter returned and took her drinks order. Harry smiled faintly asking, "What, no alcohol?"
"Not in the mood," his date replied, "Besides, I didn't like the hangovers. The drunk part I could deal with, it was the hangovers there were irritating, even with your potions."
Harry nodded he didn't like most alcohol either. Certain whiskeys were okay he supposed, and there was one point where he had developed a taste back in his old dimension for peach schnapps but he could blame that on Sirius's bad influence. "I remember the first time I got drunk. Word of advice, never get drunk in a house with a not exactly reformed prankster. I woke up the next day dressed in, well I won't tell you what I was dressed in but it wasn't exactly flattering. I will say though," he said now grinning at her, "that I've been involved in a striptease like you and Emma did. Let me say that was incredibly hot."
Jean blushed only slightly, knowing Harry found her attractive wasn't exactly new, but the way she and Emma had acted was embarrassing. It also brought to mind the fact that she had enjoyed it, not nearly as much as she enjoyed kissing Harry or Ororo but still.
. Harry took pity on her and changed the subject. "So, we're nearly done with the rewiring, after all putting in the wires htemselve will be only a days work, maybe two.. So you want to start in on the arc reactor prototype right after?"
The redhead shook her head sending her red hair cascading to either side of her face for a moment before she pushed back. "We can't, remember the final design we made called for use of Orihalcum all the way through." She rattled off a few number about energy spooling and heat buildup. Harry nodded along, though he didn't quite follow the numbers he knew she was correct. "I could do some experiments of course, and would love to, but the miniaturization aspect definitely would require Orihalcum, and the parts and metals for it would cost a lot, more than we spent on the wiring we have for the castle."
"I should have thought about that, still, I should be able to buy enough for us to build one with normal materials. And I don't think we need them to be that much smaller than the original," Harry said waving his hands in a vague manner. "Make it too small, and people might try to steal it. I would say about half the size of the original arc reactor should be our goal, so long as we can keep the output high enough. We might want to come up with smaller designs for ourselves to use but I wouldn't be selling them. Energy generation is an excellent area to go into, but I don't want to open up Pandora's Box by offering the generators that are so small that say the military could use them, and/or maybe find ways of making them explode."
"Security is going to be an issue," said Jean nodding her head in agreement then they both stopped talking as the waiter came up with the house's special appetizers, as well as their main menus. The special was a bowl of tiny crabs of some kind that you ate whole. They were crunchy and rather tasty for some reason. The diners looked over the menu for a few moments silently before Jean went on. "I presume you've already thought about a way to secure the potions?"
"I've had several thoughts in that area. First they'll be sold in lots, and each crate will have a special runic array on it. It will act sort of like a delayed action portkey, but you can do other things with the same base runic formula." That formula was actually in one of the book he had brought along from his own dimension and hadn't gotten to read until last week, called Runic Security for the everyday Merchant.
"Anyway if you set it up correctly you can link the opening of the crate, the breaking of the array, to the place where it is supposed to be opened, XY kilometers from your starting point. If it is open in any other place the package will be emptied automatically back into a main holding area. It's a little difficult to set up, but it's one of the things that I think Kitten could handle and I'm going to throw her at it this summer once she gets her parent's okay to have a summer job."
"She'll like that," said Jean smiling happily. Jean and Kitty got along rather well, they weren't nearly as close as Kitty was to Ororo, but they liked one another well enough as housemates. She blushed faintly remembering some of the questions that Kitty had asked her, and wondered how far the younger girl had gotten with Lance. Some of the questions were rather more mature than she had expected, and they had startled Rogue as well.
"I agree," Harry replied, smiling and shaking his head at the idea of his runic apprentice. She had a flare and a drive to learn that he truly enjoyed cultivating, and her parents were basically poster children for the way he wanted every parent of a mutant to act. He hoped to get closer to them, maybe not employ them, but an interview with him on how they handled the idea of their daughter being a mutant might help other parents handle it equally well. A part of them hated the idea of using them like that, but he knew it was something that they would agree to.
"And the arc reactor can have the same basic set up?"
"For those I think I might have to assign a house elf to watch over each in turn if I can. We have time still to think of a way to really guard them, I don't think we're anywhere close to putting out of product for ourselves to use after all." He raised his eyebrows in question.
Jean nodded. "I would say were at least 4 to 5 months away from having a finished product we could put on the market. We do need to create a prototype, check it for stresses, check it under actual working conditions, take it apart to make sure that there was no degradation then put it back together again and see if it still works. Once I start maybe a month to make a prototype for ourselves with normal material, possibly less if we get enough Orihalcum, since I won't have to worry about it having stress related issues."
"The metal is going to be a bottleneck," Harry mused chewing one of the little crabs absently. "I need to think of a way to enlarge the workroom where I'm putting it together now, but there are security concerns there and I don't mean concerns from other people."
He briefly described the spell he was using to melt the metals together, and Jean actually shuddered a little at the very idea. "It's both the heat of the flame and the magical nature of it that enables the metal to be melted at all. But Fiendfyre wants to get out of control. You can't just have it out there without any protection, and I don't want it anywhere near where students or even our team mates will be around." In point of fact Harry placed runes on the doors to keep anyone else out, even Ororo. Melody of course knew better than to go in there since he pointed it out to her once but Harry wanted to make certain that no one could get in there.
"And this is set up at your oh so secret base you haven't told me about yet?" asked Jean archly raising one eyebrow.
"Soon enough my dear," Harry said smirking teasingly. "Soon enough." With that the conversation turned to other things, and they ordered their food when the waiter arrived before going back to their discussion touching on what Jean wanted to do with our current technologies in the future.
It might seem odd to other people that on their first date that the conversation wasn't exactly romantic, but in a way it was. A person cannot love someone unless they love what they are passionate about and Jean was passionate about three things if you excluded Harry and Ororo. She loved putting things together and figuring out how they worked, she had her own peoples saving thing™ and loved helping others, and she was passionate about the idea of space travel. So Harry let those topics control the conversation, and it was only when the food arrived that they turned to other things.
"Have you given any thought to how you're going to find other mutants?" Jean asked
Harry took single bite from his Tao Xao Ot, a rice dish with shrimp, onions and peppers and found that it was rather too ladled with spices and sauces for his tastes. He gamely took a bite of the shrimp that was part of it, and decided that despite the fact they were cooked very well the sauce just did not do anything for them. Harry turned his attention back to the little crabs which he found quite tasty, then looked over at Jean as he contemplated the question. "I've had a few moments here and there, to devote to that problem yes." he said
Jean chuckled, knowing that despite her own busy schedule over the past few days helping to design the wiring and electrical lines for Hogwarts and studying for her finals Harry had been even busier.
Harry went on "I'm not certain yet. The problem is there's just so many different… I mean there are how many thousands of genes that can be put together differently and they just have to have a bit of difference between it and the regular human genome to become a mutant? Assigning a computer with the capability of something like Stark's JARVIS has according to Emma's resources might be the only way to really find them all world-wide, but what systems to use, and even a computer with that capability might be overwhelmed by a target area that large."
Jean nodded since she had been the one to discover how badly Cerebro was screwing up. It just couldn't handle the literally thousands of parameters that could in some fashion mean a person was a mutant, and what it could do was just inadequate to the task. "Hacking into satellites and using them to scan the world searching for odd frequencies of energy might help in some cases," she mused. "But there are just too many damn variables for technology to cover them all."
The redhead began pulling at the end of her hair, something she always did when thinking hard. Harry reached over and took her hand in both of his, gently kissing each finger, causing a shiver to go down Jean's spine. "That was one area I wish to explore yet there needs to be a better solution."
"A magical one?" Jean shook off the feeling Harry had evoked so easily to ask the question.
"It honestly looks like it's going to have to be. The Book of Students is what I was going to use, and I can enlarged the search parameters its supposed use, to put it in techno-speak. And then when we start getting hits cutting it back down, but I'm not certain. I seriously need to get to grips with the air ley lines, as well as what my own magic can do." Harry shook his head. "That last is why I was so busy putting together the Room of Requirement."
Jean smiled, "It's an okay name Harry, but I think you might want to think of a better one, it just sounds so dull. But yes," she went on more seriously, "we need some other way. Unless we wish to turn to hacking security agencies the world over, which we could do I suppose. That's more like a secondary thing, the magic needs to be the primary."
"Agreed," said Harry shrugging. Then he smirked. "So, I noticed you blushing back at that fortress when I spanked you. Has the lovely redhead discovered a hidden side of herself?"
Jean flushed slightly, but couldn't help a bit of a giggle escaping her. "Not for me no, though I was imagining what it would be like to spank Emma or Ororo."
"Wouldn't recommend it for our lady of the storms, Jean" said Harry laughing. Trust me, she's not into that kind of thing. Emma now, I could see her being into that. The whole loss of control thing might be a big turn on for her."
"And it will get her back for that slave girl comment."
"True," Harry chuckled. "But is there anything you want to try?" he asked his eyes gleaming and one hand reaching for to take her own again stroking her palm gently.
Jean felt another shiver go down her spine at his touch, and she closed her eyes briefly reveling in it this time before opening them. "I think we should just take it slow and see where we go Harry."
Harry nodded and leaned across the table to kiss her very gently on the lips before pulling back. He looks down at his meal and then across at hers, both of which were barely touched. "I take it that you share my opinion of this place?"
Jean shrugged "Not that we should badmouth it or anything. The crabs were good, but yeah the main meal was bleh."
"Ah well, that's one of the highlights of traveling I guess, you find out what to do and don't like. In my opinion however this place just isn't very good."
"Well that," said Jean laughing "and I think we've been spoiled by the house sells. Everything they make is just so good."
Harry laughed too. "Did you hear that guys?" he said sotto voce. "Just in case you think we take you for granted or something. We all love your food."
In the shadow behind him where none of the other diners could see a house elves popped in briefly, Cory again since he was the only one that could pop here from High Note or from Hogwarts. "Cory will pass it on Sirs, but we have never felt as if you took us for granted."
In point of fact Cory had like a good house-elf been listening in on his Master and mistresses. Being the only one that could get them here he had been listening in even more than normal, and had heard the entire conversation. He didn't understand a lot of it, but his Master was trying to find out a way to find other 'mutant's', people with weird powers and thingies like those from the school, Miss Fire-hair, and the nice curly one? Possibly there was something there that the house elves could help them with, that was their duty after all, but he would have to talk it over with the older elves to see. A second later he popped out and Harry laughed and stood silently.
He waved over the waiter, and asked them to take away the food not commenting on the fact that the waiter didn't even ask their opinion or comment on the fact that both of their plates were still mostly full. He asked for the check, and the two of them walked out of the restaurant arm in arm moments later. They made their way slowly down the main river through the town, looking around at the sights and sounds of with the lights on the river flowing by them.
They routinely stopped to share a chaste kiss (they were in public after all), and it was altogether a fantastic evening for Jean, though she had expected something a little more, well magical considering the dates Harry had taken Ororo on.
Harry however was not done. "So," he said holding Jean tighter against him with one arm around her waist. "Are you ready for the next stop in our date?"
"You mean this wasn't all? she asked in surprise then nodded "I guess so, then?"
Harry smiled softly, and stopped pulling her into he the shadows of the doorway where there was no one to watch. He briefly concentrated on an image he had shared with Hedwig a few hours ago, and with a faint pop they were gone.
His date stumbled against him for a moment, then took her bearings and looked around gasping, which produced eight puff of visible air from her mouth. "Where are we?" Jean asked, gaping at the view in front of them.
All around them was a field of ice and snow, yet beyond that was a vast expanse laid out in front of them. Mountain Crags, rocky spires, jagged fangs reaching for the sky interspersed with bits of green jutted out of a field of white clouds. It was an awe-inspiring sight, with the sun slowly setting to their left side from where they had teleported in.
"We are actually standing on the top of Mount Everest," Harry said surreptitiously casting a warming spell on both of them. On Jean it was almost unnecessary. One of the things her Phoenix power had done to her was to make her almost entirely immune to changes in temperature. It's the highest points in the world, and I thought the view was frankly fantastic when Hedwig shared with me."
"I feel like that Princess from Aladdin" Jean said laughing softly, not wanting to break the silence of this place. "What was it, 'I can show you the world', or something like that?"
"Melody once said the same thing." Harry grinned concentrating for a moment and then muttered a few words before snapping his fingers. Around them the soft notes of a waltz began. Another brief spell and a large pale blonde globe of light appeared lighting up the mountain top. He held out his hand and asked "Would you care to dance my lady?"
"I would love to sir," Jean said taking his hand laughing slightly louder now. The two of them danced there on the top of Mount Everest for who knew how long, not even noticing the cold, not even feeling the crunch of the snow underneath their boots simply staring around them and at one another losing themselves in the moment.
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Harry leaned in kissing Jean softly at first then as his arms tightened around her slowly ramping up the pressure on her lips. Jean began to grind against him, no longer dancing a waltz or whatever it had been changing it to the aptly named dirty dancing. Her own hands moved in different directions, one getting tangled in Harry's wild hair (which again had not been effected by the assault of his comb) and the other grabbing at his shirt, pulling him against her as much as he could. With a slight sigh she opened her mouth, and their tongues began to swirl around one another in her mouth.
The kiss continued for some time, their hands roaming around one another's backs, and lower then Harry moved one hand from her rear towards her stomach. He moved it upwards to the small slit in her dress which went down the front of her dress, moving a few fingers inside of it and then waited for her response.
Jean didn't hesitate, simply reciprocating, her own hand pulling his shirt out of his pants and moving underneath it to feel his hard muscled chest. Harry would never be a massively powerful individual, but he had a limber, rangy power to him that was incredibly attractive to her, and his six-pack showed how in shape he was.
While one hand began to gently stroke Jeans stomach right below the rise of her breasts Harry released his grip on her rear with his other hand. With that hand he briefly pointed directly behind hit them, conjuring up a simple but comfortable looking bed.
Jean felt the displaced air from the conjuration, and broke off the kiss to open her eyes and look behind her. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of the bed and shook her head at Harry saying in a breathy whisper while Harry continued his ministrations on the underside of her breasts. "H-harry, I'm not ready to go that far just yet, after all we've only been officially going out for a week now. Though..mmmm…. you're making it really difficult not to."
"I won't push love," Harry said moving from her chin down to her neck and nuzzling licking and kissing her collarbone. He filed the information away that Jean wasn't nearly as sensitive in her neck area as Ororo was. For his weather goddess it was one of her erogenous zones, but for Jean it's just didn't seem to have that impact. Harry had determined that finding out each of his loves personal preferences and special zones was not only a good idea but a necessary one, not to mention enjoyable at the same time.
"Good," So saying Jean stepped back until her legs touched the side of the bed and sitting down on the side of the bed. "Then you won't take this the wrong way."
She pulled down her dress, showing that she had indeed not worn a bra underneath, letting it pull around her waist. With the warming charm on her Harry knew that the fact her nipples were distended as much as they were was not from the cold. "Just this and no more for now," she warned.
"I said I wouldn't push and I meant it," Harry said then allowed his eyes to rake down to her chest. Jean was not as big as Ororo was up top, Jean was mid C whereas the African woman was a high D. But whereas Ororo had very small areola around large nipples, Jean's was more what Harry would assume was normal size in that area. They were very bright pink, on their white background, and the nipples were long and hard already, sticking out a bit more than Ororo's but not as large around. A redhead indeed Jean also had freckles along her chest and breasts.
She seemed a little self-conscious as Harry stared at them. His whispered "beautiful…" however did more for her ego then anything she had ever heard before.
Harry reverently went to his knees in front of her, his knees impacting on the snow beneath them though he didn't notice. He leaned forward putting his arms around her and gently kissing her belly button. She giggled a little then sighed as Harry moved from their gently making his way upwards. He spent several minutes simply lavishing attention on her stomach and the Valley between her breasts before moving up one side of her left breast raining kisses on it while one hand move from behind her to start playing with the other breast.
Jeans breasts weren't as full as Ororo's either, but they were still a little more than a handful, just right for Harry to play with. Of course he would have liked them even if they were A-cups because they were Jean's which made them perfect to him. The fact they were also slightly more sensitive than Ororo's (outside of her nipples) also helped, and he nipped and licked at every inch of them, taking care to lavish attention on the redhead's freckles.
"OHHHH, yessss, Harry, aahhhh…." During this Jean moaned, losing what little hesitation she had. She suddenly grinned and with a burst of telekinetic force through her hands ripped his shirt and coat off, giving her access to his skin beneath much more easily.
Harry leaned back from his work on her breasts to look up at her with a smirk on his face. "Good grief milady, a little eager are we?"
"You have no idea!" Jean laughed throatily, her hands now working Harry's shoulders back and neck, then when Harry leaned back in Jean purposefully fell backwards onto the bed pulling Harry upright and then on top of her. She swiftly rolled them both, putting Harry on his back her on top, sitting in his lap. Once in place she ground her core against his crotch her skirt bunched up around her waist and she reveled in the hardness she felt there.
Jean reached down between them as Harry sat up to once again kiss and fondle her breasts, rearranging him so that he was standing straight up at attention and she began to grind even more against him.
Her pussy was completely drenched behind the scant protection provided by her panties not just because she had begun to grind against Harry, but because her breasts were very sensitive. She had been ready to pop almost from the moment she began to grind against him. Harry seemed to sense this however and used his teeth now, running his teeth around her breasts up to one of her pink nipples, and then nibbling gently before starting to suck at her nipple hard while his tongue played with it. A few minute later he tried a trick he had only tried once on Ororo before. "Cum my love, finish for me."
The sudden higher suction on her nipple and the feel of his tongue moving across her rightmost nipple had Jean almost over the edge, and when he began to use parceltongue on her that did the trick. "IEEE!" Jean screamed, far louder than Ororo had ever been, and she spasmed against him, crushing their pelvic bones against one another. For several moments she thrashed there, the first orgasm she had ever had caused by someone else's hands overriding her self-control.
It was some time later when Jean finally came back down to earth, and she slumped breathing heavily against Harry's shoulder.
The moment Jean had gone over the edge Harry had stopped his ministrations on her nipple, pulling away and moving up to her neck, licking and suckling there for a moment as Jean went through her spasms, enjoying the taste of her sweat on her skin.
He looked at Jean through half lidded eyes and she stared back at him, her hands tangled in his hair, her own eyes full of love drawing him in. Soon enough they were again kissing hungrily losing themselves in the moment.
Jean was a woman on a mission however, and she again began to grind against Harry, moving one hand around his body down to where his cock was making a very visible tent in his pants. She thrust her hands down his pants front, grasping his cock and pushing it harder against her own grinding panty-clad pussy. "This doesn't end until you do!" She half-growled half-moaned.
At this double sensation Harry hissed between his teeth, pulling back from the kiss and licking the underside of her tongue as it continued questing for his own outside of her mouth before moving down Jeans body again. This forced Jean to bend backwards slightly but then he latched onto her leftmost nipple and the sensation of that and his hands on her rear pushing her even harder against him made her moan again. "Ohh, Jesus Harrrrryyyyy! More, more!"
The dance continued for a time, both of them doing their utmost to bring their partner pleasure until Harry began to lose control, thrusting up off the bed against Jean's core his cock almost painful with his need for release.
Jean too was nearing her own second peak, and their movements became disjointed urgent and forceful. Suddenly the end came when Harry thrust up one more time, his pants and clad cock almost pushing aside Jean's panties to get at the waiting pussy underneath as he came, growling aloud. "RAAAHhhh Jeeeaaan!"
He accidentally hits down slightly, though not enough to hurt just enough to add to the continued stimulation of Jean's breasts, and that was enough to send Jean over the edge as well. "AHHHH!"
Jean collapsed onto Harry's chest a moment later, and Harry fell backwards onto the bed. Now that he was no longer moving he noticed he was getting slightly cold. Harry languidly redid the warming charms on them both, wondering why the heck it had given out in the first place, not realizing that they had been making out and kissing and dancing for hours. In fact they had been at it for so long the light playing on them was no longer from the floating light he had set up during their dance but from the rising of the sun over the mountains from the east.
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Jean smiled languidly, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face and nuzzling into Harry's chest. She idly looked down their bodies, and smiled, rather proudly it must be admitted, at the sheer size of the wet spot Harry had made when he came in his pants. She looked at her own dress and laughed softly. "I think both of our clothes are ruined you know."
"It was for a good cause though," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead gently. "One of the best."
Jean sighed again, looking over his body at the sunrise, not really registering what she was actually seeing, just enjoying the view, the feel of Harry under her, his arms around her warming her body and soul. So this is what storm was talking about the joy of woman, she mused to herself, God I could get used to this.
"I love you, you know," she said softly, rubbing her head against his chest. "I loved you before this, but God can you spoil a girl."
"You're worth the spoiling my love," Harry said one hand rising to play with her sweaty locks. "I love you, and it is the job of your loved ones to spoil you rotten. Speaking of which" he said smirking mischievously, "are you ready for your graduation present?
"You mean this wasn't my graduation present?" she said faintly, almost falling asleep were she lay.
"Oh no, this was just a date. This is your present." Harry leaned down slightly and whispered into her ear "Harry Potter owns the asteroid base called High Note."