The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Ororo Munroe stood poised, her muscles rippling as she adjusted her stance. The winds whispered around her, the air crackling with anticipation, and she could feel the tension that had been building between you both for weeks. The tension that started as quiet glances, lingering touches, and unspoken words that neither of you dared to voice— until now. It was here, in the heat of the sparring match, that everything between you came to a boiling point

Every movement felt more deliberate, more charged. Her strikes were sharper, faster, more calculated. There was an electric charge between you, more than just the physicality of combat— it was something raw and undeniable.

“You’ve gotten better.”

Ororo said, her voice calm but with an underlying edge, admiration flickering in her eyes. Her movements were fluid, graceful, like the winds themselves, but tonight they were sharper, more intent. The power she commanded, the control she had over nature, all felt insignificant compared to the pull you had on her

"You’ve been holding back" she said, her lips curling into a sly, almost mischievous smile "I think it’s time you let go."

In a blur of motion, Ororo was on top of you, capturing your wrists with a firm, unyielding grip. She pulled you close, her breath quickening as her body brushed against yours. Her gaze flickered down to your lips before locking onto your eyes, heart pounding in her chest

Without another word, she closed the gap, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was both soft and fierce— urgent, like a storm building on the horizon. She could taste the intensity of everything that had been building between you both, the unspoken words, the unacknowledged desire

But Ororo pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling as she met your gaze

“...You’re a good kisser.”