Mistress of the Elements: Storm/Ororo fanfic

Chapter 12- sight

She awoke softly with the sunlight streaming through the window, bars of unyielding brightness finding their way beyond the curtains. Feeling the gentle rise and fall of his broad chest, she heard the comforting rhythm of his heart telling her he was not yet awake. She moved one leg over his hip and made gentle contact with the steely member beneath as she shifted. The witch felt herself become aroused began to draw light circles on his hip with her hand.
She heard him make a soft and satisfied growl as his arm around her waist gripped her tighter. He was awake, that was certain.
Ororo began to move her hand lower on his hips until she reached the her destination. She gently wrapped her hand around it through the fabric of his pants and began to stroke upwards, delicately caressing the bulging head.
Her lover's heartbeat quickened and his hand grew hot on her arm. She did not need her powers to know her effect on him and that fact alone made her wet. Ororo took her free hand and gently began circling her already moist clit with her thumb.
She could feel his member twitching in her hand, aching to grow more stiff and straining against the fabric.
Suddenly, the hand on her arm became a vice and she was pulled onto her back. She caught her breath in surprise. Waves of pleasure washed over her as he bent his head to her breasts. How long has it been since a lover surprised me? She mused ... and then suddenly became alarmed.... Where are my children?? ...Where am I?!? ..Who-"
But before she finished her thought, she found herself staring into the icy blue eyes of Jongikhaya as his handsome face drew her in for a passionate kiss.
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She felt a stinging jolt.
"How can it be that she knows nothing?" A strained female voice demanded.
Ororo, eyes closed and hands bound, struggled to call the elements to her and regain her bearings without drawing attention to herself but it was as if her mutant abilities were slowed. She was working much harder to access a mere fraction of what she was capable of and her children seemed hesitant to obey.
"I know not, my lady," another voice, male and reserved, "but Jongikhaya was clear that she remained ignorant."
"Impossible!" Cried an older female voice, smooth with age, "We have documented every Yaxola birth for the last thousand years, perhaps she has manipulated her memories with psychic powers?"
"No," the first woman stayed, "He would have known and said as much... no, something is different with this woman." Silence followed and Ororo attempted to lift her heavy lids.
Her vision was blurry but she could make out the three bodies of the speakers and still another whom remained silent- The later was looking at her.
All of the beings had shell white hair and dark chocolate skin sitting on some kind of raised platform several feet from her bounds.
She blinked rapidly and some of her vision began to clear.
The trio of speakers, as if sending her alert, all turned to look at her.
Ororo remained silent, unsure if she would be able to escape with her abilities so diminished. What happened? She thought. One minute I was walking and the next... she paused for a moment, warming at the memory of her dream then hastily moving on. After thousands of battles and years fighting humans, machines, and other mutants- she had never experienced suppression so powerful.
She stared at the elders, refusing to look away. She would not be powerless forever, and when her children returned, she would make them regret their greeting.
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"Logan there's no use getting out if we don't know where she is." Jubilee tried to reason with the animal but was ignored.
Wolverine stared at her for a moment before opening the side door and jumping out of the jet toward the rocky shore. He was immediately followed by a scowling King of Wakanda as he spoke in hurried whispers to his warrior accompaniment.
The blackbird had landed an hour earlier, allowing their solar panels to refuel the ship to full capacity.
Storm had been gone for 5 hours, and off grid for 3.5. The jet's occupants were growing more anxious by the minute, and since the cats had disappeared into the cliffs, that left Jubilee alone to monitor the transport or any potential communication.
Okoye appeared moments later looking perturbed.
"Oh hey," The younger woman called to her casually, and then, unable to hold her tongue, "did you guys get in a fight or something?"
Okoye stared at her seriously for a long pause and then began to laugh. "Little one, do you always say exactly what is on your mind?"
Jubilee placed a hand on her head as she looked anywhere but the woman's face. "Yeah, it's something I'm working on..."
"In truth, my calm began to clash with the King's restlessness so he asked me to give him some time alone... I do not worry about..." she paused on what to share with the young woman in terms of her regard for the witch. "..her..." she finally finished. "She is a warrior, as much as I, and I will not insult her by unnecessarily coming to her aid."
Jubilee smiled and nodded. "I won't go either, but I'll probably still worry from over here."
The warrior crossed the jet to look on as the younger 
checked the sonar and satellite feeds for the hundredth time.
In truth, Okoye was frightened something may have happened to Ororo. The Goddess was one of the strongest mutants she had ever seen, and if something were to overtake her, it deserved her fear as much as her respect.
The warrior pushed her worries to the back of her mind and contemplated her renewed confidence with their stay on the ground. Unseen threads connected her to the earth and she understood its tongue as intimately as a lover's. She knew their exact location and how it correlated to Wakanda, and even felt the dogs in her own home lying within. Her extra senses allowed her to see beyond sight and it literally and figuratively grounded her. She envisioned the cliffs and could feel T'Challah brooding as he looked onto the sea. In the other direction, she sensed the Wolverine perched high and sniffing the air.
The earth continued to tremble in low pear-shaped tones as the vibrations took her down the side of the cliff where the ocean met the land. The crashes pushed her consciousness rhythmically- pulsing against her body in waves with breaks that would overtake her if she let them. She had never tried to use her gift so close to the sea.
Okoye's body swayed unconsciously as she tried to refocus on the sonar Jubilee was pointing to... but there was something else there...
Perhaps.. she murmured aloud as the younger woman talked on.
The warrior quieted her body and mind, shushing the still talking young woman in front of her and strained to use her powers as the Goddess had instructed- as an extension of her senses.
"What's going on? Do you hear something?" Jubilee asked with concern.
Eyes still closed, and concentration now broken, Okoye hurriedly whispered her reply, "I may be able to locate the Goddess without alerting anyone but I need to focus. So hush now, little one, and give me peace to look."
Jubilee nodded and sat back in her seat. The fact that the Warrior had mutant abilities did not surprise her in the least. She has sensed them the moment they met- thanks, in part, to Ororo's tutelage as she continued to explore the full extent of her own powers. It was no wonder Ororo spoke so highly of Okoye- the Goddess always had a soft spot for women with exceptional gifts.
Okoye fought the urge to suppress her powers as she always did under the King's watch. She would need it to rise fully if she were to reach out beyond the shore.
Continuing to sway, Okoye's visions grew hazy. She felt the cold of the water lapping the rocks and shivered- felt the traces of the salt water decomposing the cliffs little by little like sandpaper on her skin. Her consciousness began its descent under the waterline as she struggled to hang on to an awareness of her physical body.
Although she'd never admit it, the Warrior was frightened as she extended her vision to the coral bed below. Somewhere far away, she felt Jubilee grab her trembling hand- anchoring her to her body.
Okoye pressed on.
Her gaze was dark and blurry under the channel but she could see, nonetheless. She traveled toward the point they had last seen Storm on sonar but she didn't have to go that far. The vibrations of footfalls close by caught her attention. How could such a thing occur below the sea?
The Warrior strained her senses and squeezed Jubilee's hand as she attempted to follow the footsteps. These were not those of the Goddess- they were too heavy, and the weight distribution was off- but it was her best shot.
The steps continued on and Okoye began to sweat and shake with concentration. She almost gave up but then the being abruptly stopped and without warning, turned bright blue eyes in her direction.
Jubilee watched on as Okoye flew back sucked in a breath. Her eyes opened wide as she was collapsing.
She reached down to catch the Warrior before she fell but the panting woman ended up on top of her wheezing and coughing as if she had swallowed ocean water.
"Okoye!" Jubilee called out, "are you okay? ...What happened? What did you see?"
Okoye continued to catch her breath as she slowly lifted herself off of Jubilee to sit on the floor of the jet. "I- (pant) ... I (pant)..." she paused again to catch her breath. "I saw her... under the channel..."
Jubilee's eyes lit up. Then she's okay?"
Okoye shook her head. "I think... I think someone saw me as well." Her breathing began to slow and she looked at the younger woman to weigh in on their next course of action.
Jubilee sensed Okoye's hesitance. If someone saw her, then Ororo was being guarded... and that guard was now alerted to their presence.
"If Ro is down there, then we have to go."
Just then, T'Challah entered the black bird, and Okoye looked at Jubilee solemnly. How would they explain this to the King?