Disclaimer: Samantha's mine. Everybody
else is Marvel's. I have no money. I make no money. Don't sue, and
don't steal, or I'll find a way to angstify you. Rated
PG-13 for lots of double entendres.
Special Mention: goes to Diamonde, for begging for a fic where
Bobby and Sammy get to play, and to my bud, Nassus, for helping me
brainstorm up this story. (gods but we are so sick when we
Continuity: Who cares? It's a fluff piece that I had a blast
writing, and <gasp!!> my first non-challenge posting. (did hell
get an air conditioner? ::grin::)
Archiving: Just tell me where you put it.
Note: The other stories in my Cable/Samantha series, where
this story comes from, are archived at Zanne's
Marvel Fan Fiction.
"Listen to what, Bobby?"
"My point exactly. We're alone."
"I don't like that grin."
"Oh, you will, Sammy. C'mon. You promised me we would."
"I know, but we really shouldn't, Bobby. I mean, I'm a mother,
for cryin' out loud."
"Live a little, Sammy. You're just dying to do this with me,
and you know it. It's all over your face ... and pretty soon, that
won't be the only thing all over your face."
"Oh, all right. I give. Just gimme a few minutes to get out
of these clothes."
"Wanna go outside?"
"Somebody could see us."
"But out there, amid all that raw nature, the primal instincts,
you're just dying to go Klingon on me, Sammy, and you know it."
"I'm not sure you could take that much violence in something
like this, Bobby."
"Oh, a challenge! You can't keep up with me and you know it."
"That tears it, Bobby. You and me, outside, now."
"Let 'em get ruined."
"Now you've got a grin I don't like."
"You started this."
~30 minutes later~
<panting> "Damnit, Sammy! I didn't know you had
those kind of moves in you."
"Bobby, hon, I'm just getting warmed up. Ready to go at it again?"
"I've exhausted my balls. Let's take five and I'll come back
good as new."
"Oh, I don't think so. You're at my mercy now. I've got you
right where I want you, and I'm going to have my way with you."
"You're heartless, woman! ACK!!! GET BACK!!! NO!!! OW!!!
"You wanted this, Bobby. You begged me for it."
"But was that really necessary? Show some mercy on a
poor, defenseless, depleted boy."
"Depleted boy is right."
"Now that was just cold. Give me five minutes, and I'll be back
"Wait. I'm coming with you."
"Must you always do that?"
<sigh> "It only takes me a few minutes."
"Who're you kidding, Bobster? It takes you longer than that."
"Oh yeah? I bet I can get back in action a lot quicker than
"You only wish. Nobody can lock'n' load'em faster'n Nathan can.
But, what the hell? You know how to have fun with this."
"That's because I know all the right places to hit."
<playful growl> "I've got a few more tricks up
my sleeves as well."
"Oh, goodie. HEY!!! WAIT!!! NOT IN HERE!!!" <screams
and groans> "Oh man. Chuck's gonna kill us when he sees
"Maybe he won't notice, and it wouldn't be that much a mess
if you didn't move around so much."
"We're in the front foyer, Samantha, and how the hell you expect
me to hold still with what you were targeting!?"
"Oh, that's it. Just wait right there, and I'll show you who's
the master here, my little grasshopper."
"Oh all right, but don't keep me waiting too long. I might get
bored and lose this mood."
"I swear, it'll be worth it, I'll make sure to give you the
best blasts I got."
"It's gonna take me forever to get this goop out of my hair.
You've got a helluvalot on your face too."
"And that is all your fault. You kept moving."
"Oh, that's the fun part! Prey's always more entertaining when
you've gotta capture it, so start runnin', boyo."
"Ooooh, Sammy! Now we're playing my kinda game! By the time
we're done, I swear you're gonna be covered head to toe!"
"Promises, promises. I'll just get Nathan to help wash it all
"Umm, Sammy, you gotta tell him? There's no telling how he'll
react to this."
"Oy. You're right. He might get pissed that we didn't invite
him to join us."
"He lets other people join in your games!? I always thought
he'd be more of the one-man army."
"Oh, he does, from time to time. Nah, on second thought, if
I had to take you both at once, I'd prolly get creamed."
"You don't do this with Domino too, do you?"
"We have a couple times, along with the rest of X-Force. I sleep
for a day after we finish whenever we do."
"All of X-Force? That must have been messy! Still, I imagine
with that many people it must have been fun."
"Oh, is it ever!"
"Well, enough talking. I'm ready."
"'Bout ti-- ACK!!! Blech!! Bobby!!! You got it in my
"Oh, jeez, Sammy, chill out. It's not gonna kill you if you
swallow a little bit."
"AHH!!! OW!!! NOT THERE!!! That hurt!"
"Where's the tough Klingon now, huh?"
"Oh, that tears it. Let's see how you like it!"
"NO!! Wait, Sammy!! I was just ... oh shit! Where's Hank
to the rescue when I need him?"
"OH, NO YOU DON'T!!!"
<OOF> "Sammy, get off already! I'm a mess now."
"You wanted me to do this, Bobby. Now let's see how you
like the taste!"
<laughing> "Catch me if you can!"
"Oh, you're just dying for this."
"Bobby? BOBBY, WAIT!!! EEK!!!" <SPLASH>
"ACK!!! Don't ice up!!"
"Cold always makes it more fun."
"BOBBY!!!" <GASP> "Oh, you cheat."
"What the hell?"
"Jean? What's wrong?"
"Look at the porch."
"I thought you talked to Bobby about doing this."
<gasp> "Scott, look at the foyer."
"This kind of mess takes two people, and Sammy was the only
other one here."
"She wouldn't ... would she?"
"I'm afraid she did, Jean."
"Let's find her and be sure."
"Where are they?"
"In the pool."
"Oh, God. They are going to clean that out."
"Samantha Marie Summers!?"
"Oh, your full name, Sammy. You're in trouble now."
"Not one word out of you, Bobby Drake! Not one word!"
"You, I can understand, but Samantha? What on earth has gotten
into you? I thought you were better than this."
"Now, that's just plain mean, Scott. Sammy's still human, after
"I don't need to defend my actions. It happened, guys. I'll
live with the consequences."
"I can't believe how casual you are over this."
"Scott, every once in a while, you just have to give in to all
these urges. It's part of being alive."
"Samantha, you and Bobby go get cleaned up, and start cleaning
the hall and porch."
"And when you're done, get all of your goo out of the pool."
"It's not goo, Scott."
"I don't care, Bobby. Just get it out."
"What the flonq happened in here?"
"Dis place looks like somebody was pukin' Skittles."
"Thank you, Gambit, for that wonderful commentary."
"Samantha and Bobby are what happened."
"Ah don' believe it! Dat femme, she be wilder den Ah t'ought."
"Oh, my wife's ruthless when she plays paintball."
(What? Did you think I was talking about something
::after Cable comes home in an RPG scene and finds
the 8-month-old twins playing on Rajah, a large male Bengal tiger
in the living room while Samantha's doing laundry...::
C> ::quiet and calm:: "Samantha ... perhaps you would like
to explain to me why my children are playing with one of the
most ferocious predators on the planet?"
S> ::blink:: "He's a good babysitter."
C> ::blinks a few times:: "What.. if.. he GETS HUNGRY!?"
S> ::looks at him like he's nuts:: "There's chicken in the
C> ::just looks at her blinking for a few minutes then walks off
muttering under his breath about women::
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