Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel. Tahitian Treat belongs to whoever makes it. No offense to all you Coke, and Pepsi fans, but you can't beat red soda, sorry for the bad news.

Notes: This fic might come as a surprise to you all. I know I am in the Storm and Wolverine E-groups, and The Gambit and Storm clubs, but that's because I am a Storm fan, and I want to have something to do with anything that relates to her.

Before anything else though I am a Storm/Bobby shipper (anyone who is interested drop me a line and I'll send you a list of fics with this couple).

Thanks to Storm Freak for the beta, and to all you other folks for all the encouragement.

I have to favors to ask of you all. The first is, of course, read and review, please. The second is can someone come up with a title. The one I had before...well, let's not discuss it.

Continuity: This fic takes place after Operation: Zero Tolerance. The events that take place in issue () X-Men 72(when Marrow stabs Wolverine in the throat) have been changed around to fit this fic, they also occur later. Just roll with it.

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by Barbara B

Bobby knocked lightly on the door to Ororo's penthouse. "O?" he whispered. "I'm coming in." He opened the door with his free hand, and entered her quarters.

Ororo's attic had to be one of the largest rooms in the house. It also had to be one of the favorites among the X-Men. At any given time one or more of the X-Men could be found relaxing in Ororo's greenhouse, or sharing their problems with the weather goddess.

Bobby was not in the penthouse to relax or vent.

He smiled at Ororo who was standing on the other side of the door. She was wearing a long sundress type thing that was the same color as her skin, with swirls of white in it. Her eyes fell to the bottle in his hand. He raised it up displaying it for her with a silly grin. "I know you don't drink, so I brought a bottle of the finest soda you can find today, Le Tahitian Treat!" he said with a French accent, and turned the bottle so she could see the label.

Ororo laughed cupping his chin and kissing his cheek. "Come with me." She shut the door and locked it, leading him by the hand to the greenhouse that was separate from the rest of the attic. Ororo had set up a table and chairs so that they could sit down and have a late night dinner together.

"Everything smells great," Bobby said pulling her chair out.

"Thank you. I ordered from the best Chinese restaurant in Salem Center." Ororo winked.

Bobby laughed then stopped. "You didn't have it delivered, did you?"

"Of course not, Robert."

He sat down and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"No need for apologies. I am just as concerned about keeping us a secret as you are."

"Let's not talk about keeping us on the down low tonight... I'd rather tell you about this chick that I'm boning." He smirked.

"Really?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah. I think we're going to be together for a long time. She's not only a good lay, she's smart, and patient, and she's sooo beautiful.

"Is that right?"

"Would I lie?"

"Yes, but I'll ignore that fact for now."

He gave her a raspberry.

Halfway into the meal there was a knock on the attic door.

"Just ignore it. They will go away."

The knocking continued this time getting more insistent. "Stormy? Stormy! Can I sleep wit' ya?"

Bobby looked at Ororo, horrified.

"Get real, Robert," Ororo chided. "Since the Antarctica incident Remy has had trouble sleeping, and sometimes he sleeps in my bed."

"Where do you sleep?"

She tilted her head to the side.

"Sorry, but that bothers me, Ororo." he said a little angrily, even though they were whispering.

"Do not be this way, Robert. You know-"

"I'll pick da lock, Stormy. Don't get up."

"Stay here. I will take care of this."

"Hurry up," said Bobby dejectedly.

Storm shut the greenhouse doors behind her. Lucky for her and Bobby the plants would keep Remy from seeing in.

Remy popped the door open. "I couldn't sleep. What took you so long?"

"I apologize Remy. I was in the greenhouse and did not hear you right away." She answered following him to her bedroom, which was partitioned off.

"Oh, why so dressed up?" he asked sitting on the bed and kicking off his shoes. He was already dressed for bed, but he'd put on shoes to come up to Ororo's loft. The mansion floors were cold at night.

"This is what I wore today, Remy. Did you not notice?" she lied. She detested lying, but it was necessary.

Remy shrugged. Ororo turned the light out and took off her dress. She lied in bed with Gambit. "Goodnight Stormy," he said and fell asleep with his arms around her.

She lied there with her eyes open, anxiously waiting for him to fall asleep so that she could get back to Bobby.

Bobby sat with his head resting in his hand his elbow on the table, the other hand slowly twirling a shrimp on his fork. He had been back on the team for three months, after taking leave from the X-Men to be with his dad. When he had come back, he found himself noticing Ororo. There was no doubt in his mind that his sudden interest in her had been sparked that night at the hospital. Soon he'd worked up the courage to ask her out, and although she'd been a little skeptical the rest was history.

They had decided to keep their relationship private for fear that everyone would watch them. They knew that everyone would want to see how the untouchable, unreachable goddess and the immature joker would work as a couple. At least that was what they told each other. Their real reason for not "going public" was because if they didn't work out in private they could just go on and ignore the fact that they were ever together. However, if they didn't work in public, Ororo and Bobby would have to face the fact that they'd each had another failed relationship.

Ororo quietly re-entered the greenhouse.

"He sleep?"

She nodded.

"Good. I'm not hungry anymore." He stood. "I'm going to bed."

Ororo's shoulders slumped.

"I'm sorry, O, but I can't stand the thought that Remy can sleep in your bed with you; when I have to sneak back to my room before anyone wakes up. We can't even go to my room, because we can't be quiet enough. As soon as we've finished making love we have to take showers because Wolverine might smell me on you or the other way around. No p.d.a. Sometimes I might just want to pinch your butt or something-"

"I would not tolerate that anyway-" Ororo interjected.

"-or what if I want to fuck your brains out, and hear you scream my name as loud as you can?"

"Do not swear, Robert."

"What if I want to brag about us, or ask someone's advice on our relationship?" He realized he was getting loud and toned it down to a whisper. "What if we want to go on a double date with Scott and Jean, or Rogue and Remy, or Rogue and Joseph?"

By now Ororo was feeling terrible, and her eyes were lowered.

"What if you get hurt on a mission? I'm not supposed to run to your side?"

"Are you done?"

"Yeah, I'm done."

"Are you trying to say that you want to stop hiding this?"

"No...I mean yes. I mean, I do want to. I've always wanted to, but what if we do and it goes downhill? I'd rather stay private forever."

Ororo wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deep and brief.

"What was that for?" He asked when they broke away.

"I think that was the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"Even sweeter than that thing about you being a good lay?"

Ororo rolled her eyes, "Let us go up to the roof."

Ororo fought wildly to get the sky back to the condition it was in before Bobby started doing what he was doing to her. She bit down on her bottom lip and wondered if tonight would be when everyone would find out about her and Bobby.

Bobby could see that she was losing control. Her eyes were now whited over and the weather wasn't improving. He was enjoying every minute of it. And he loved the leverage the slanted roof gave him.

"Robert!"

"Shh," he said laughing at the same time. He couldn't help it; they could get caught. What was it that made you giddy when you were being sneaky, and you knew that at any moment someone could discover what you were doing?

She got louder as she plunged deeper into orgasm. He was closing in on his own quickly.

"Be quiet!"

She was beyond words now. The thunder and lightning were not helping.

"Ororo!" Bobby pleaded. She tilted her head back, and opened her mouth wide. He covered her lips with his, trying to quiet her. She screamed into his mouth.

By the time the first traces of sunlight had appeared Bobby and Ororo were back to being Iceman and Storm.

That afternoon Ororo, Jean, Cecelia and Psylocke sat in lawn chairs by the poolside.

"I think this is the first full week that has gone by without trouble since I've been here," said Cecelia.

Betsy tsked and shook her head, "You'll learn, love."

"Learn what?"

"Not to say things like that. Any minute now the Brotherhood is going to come knocking." Jean answered.

"You jinxed us." Betsy said lazily.

"I don't believe in that type of thing."

"Like I said, you'll learn."

"Storm doesn't believe in that. Do you, Storm?"

"No-"

"See?"

"- but do not say it anyway, just in case."

"Ay," she put her hand to her forehead.

Rogue came out of the mansion with Bobby. They were finishing up with kitchen duty. She sat in the empty chair beside Storm.

Bobby quickly greeted the ladies, and with a devilish grin cannonballed into the pool. "Bobby!" they shouted. He laughed and swam to the other side to join the guys in their basketball game.

"Ah swear that boy don't let one chance to be a pain in the rear go by."

"He is hardly a boy, Rogue." Ororo regretted the words the second they left her mouth, but she saved herself by adding, "Robert is older than many of us." She reclined her chair, and closed her eyes.

Rogue gave her a suspicious sideways glance, "Izzat so? Well he'd be happy to hear you take up for him, Roro."

Ororo tensed slightly.

"All he did while we cleaned up the kitchen was talk about you."

Ororo could almost hear her heartbeat quicken. The other X-Women sat up. Gossiping was a favorite past time among most men and women in the mansion. There were precious few who wouldn't gossip, and everyone would listen. "You did ask me to switch kitchen duty with you yesterday. Only I couldn't on the count o' Joseph and I are goin' out on Friday when you have it," Rogue added.

Cece speculated, "Bobby and you can usually be found in the same room, too."

"Weren't you training him to use his powers more efficiently before he went on leave?" Betsy asked, racking her brain for times she'd seen them together in the past.

"What's going on between you two, Ro?" Jean asked.

The telepath tried to psi-scan her, but Storm's mental blocks were up tight.

Ororo stayed cool on the outside, "Stay out of my head. There is nothing going on between Iceman and me. I assure you." She opened her eyes and nodded in his direction. "Just look at him." She tried to sound more than a little arrogant. "Can you see us together?" You should see us together, she thought.

They watched as Bobby jumped on Hank's back to keep him from dunking, and shook their heads. "I guess I see your point." Rogue said, a little disappointed. "He does have a crush on you though. I know it."

"If that keeps you satisfied."

"Did anyone hear that thunder last night?" Cecelia asked.

It was Friday night and Ororo and Bobby mostly had the mansion to themselves except for Dr. Reyes and Beast who were in the lab on the lower sub-basement level. Even Marrow was away.

So now, they lay in Bobby's bed, Ororo in between his legs, with the back of her head resting on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair. It was now down to the middle of her back. He had asked her to let her hair grow out. She'd previously had it cut short with long tendrils hanging from each temple. Not that he didn't like it - he did. But he loved the way her long hair whipped around her body when she used her powers.

His thoughts were interrupted by heavy footsteps walking toward his room. Hank hardly ever came out of the med-lab. What the hell was he doing out now? He always did have the worst timing.

He knocked, "Bobby? Would you like to go with Dr. Reyes and me to Harry's?"

Bobby prayed that Hank wouldn't come in. The lock on his door had been broken when he'd played a joke on Logan. Beast could easily push his door open and come right in. "You two go on, Hank. I'm pretty tired. I'm gonna catch some z's." He heard the heavy footsteps shuffle down the hall, sighed with relief and let his head fall back onto the headboard.

"That was close." Ororo said hoarsely.

"I didn't know you were awake. You don't want to go to Harry's, do you?"

"Not really."

"Good. When they leave we'll be all alone."

"Finally. I was beginning to think that we should get a room at a motel."

"I like that. We could still do that."

The heavy footsteps came back down the hall, this time accompanied by lighter ones. Before Ororo and Bobby could react, the door swung open, "Have you seen Oroooorr-O my stars and garters."

"What, McCoy?" Cecelia peeked her head over his shoulder. "Madre de Dios!"

Bobby had squeezed his eyes shut when Beast had come in. Now he opened them. Ororo was dressed (with only having to pull her dress over her head), and Beast was stuttering an apology, and closing the door behind him. He wrapped the sheet around his middle and jumped up, clumsily running out of bed to get to Hank. "Wait! Hank! Dr. Reyes! Come back! We can explain!"

"No! No! Don't worry about us. I shouldn't have barged into your room like an untrained child!"

Ororo grabbed Cecelia and Hank, and pulled them into the room. "Sit," Bobby ordered.

The doctors glanced at the bed, "We'd rather not,[1]" they said simultaneously.

"Well, stand then." Bobby disappeared into his bathroom dragging the covers behind him.

"I'm sorry, Cecelia. I lied. You must understand that-"

"Don't, Ororo. You don't owe me an apology."

Beast could only shake his head in stunned embarrassment, "How long have you two been-"

"About ten weeks," Bobby said through the bathroom door.

"H-How? How did you get together?"

Bobby came out of the bathroom dressed. He tossed the sheets into a corner. He and Ororo exchanged glances, and then he proceeded to tell them everything.

"...that is how it happened."

"So, Rogue and Jean and Betsy and I were right." Cecelia said still bewildered, "I would have never second guessed. You were so cool about it."

"Now that you know, you can't tell anyone."

"Bobby-"

"Promise, Henry! We'll tell when we're ready."

"Alright Bobby. I promise. No crossies."

"Thanks Hank. Cecelia?"

"Whatever. I promise not to tell."

"No crossies?"

The good doctor rolled her eyes, "No crossies."