GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: none
NOTES: citrine_central requested ororo and i'm v excited!!!! love writing gxg ☺️💓💗 also i don't have a type + im pan lmao i think everyone is pretty. what about u guys? most of the time i don't think it's really a thing

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"So, what's your type, (Y/n?)" Jubilee asked you, peering at you over the pages of a magazine, sitting comfortably in a bean bag in Jean's room.

"What's a 'type'?" Ororo asked from over your shoulder, her chin resting on it as she sat next to you on the mattress you'd relocated to the floor to sleep on.

As the oldest girls boarding at Xavier's school, you, Jean, and Jubilee naturally drifted together and became friends. It was nice to have someone to share more intimate and personal stuff with, and to get closer to within the grade - especially when the guys tended to be idiots. When Ororo came over to the school, she'd been pretty solitary for a while, because she only knew basic English; but you quickly tried to become friends with her. She took a strange liking to you, and grew attached to your side as her new best friend, and the closest person to her.

Charles seemed grateful that you'd embraced her as a person - especially because other people soon seemed to follow in your footsteps. After a while, Ororo was really flourishing, and started to open up to your other friends; namely, the girls. People at school stopped seeing her as someone they should be afraid of, and started seeing her as someone like them.

Because you mainly lived at the mansion, Charles allowed you to stay in each other's rooms on the weekends, and hang out like you would at home. All of you abused that fact, practically all living in one room when they could. For months, you would spend weekend afternoons with one of the girls at the very least - but mostly Ororo. The two of you had a mutual comfort around another that couldn't be matched, and you could simply sit in each other's presence for ages. You helped her understand like others didn't, and were endlessly patient with her. She was beautiful, and so smart, and you often caught yourself thinking about how much you really felt for her. It wasn't possible not to fall for someone like Ororo, and you were realizing that more and more as the days passed.

"(Y/n)?" Jean asked, catching your attention from where it had wandered, watching your friend that leant on you in your peripheral.

You blushed, clearing your throat in hopes that neither of your oldest friends had noticed your obviousness, "Um, I don't really know? The concept is kind of dumb. How am I supposed to like just one kind of person?"

"I know the kind of person you like," Jubilee told you confidently, her nose tilted up in satisfaction.

"Then why did you even ask?" Ororo queried, and the bluntness of her tone made you and Jean burst out laughing. She tended to have a more dead-pan attitude, but you were sure she was genuinely curious. Sometimes she came off angrier because English was her second language.

Jubilee scoffed, but smiled anyway, "I was baiting her, obviously," She explained, "And, anyways, you totally like hot, intimidating, talented people."

Your face felt hot, and you weren't sure if she was implying that the description applied to Ororo, but you anxiety sky-rocketed. Your friends barely knew you liked girls, and the idea of them knowing about your crush on her was mortifying. Not to mention the fact that Jubilee had totally read you like a book. She was right.

Jean chuckled, despite not looking up from the maths homework she was doing at her desk, legs up on the table with her notebook in her lap, "It's true." She could read minds, and belatedly, you were sure she knew. She couldn't not.

Ororo's pretty laugh rang by your ear, "Like who?" She pried, moving from her spot up against you so that she could engage in the conversation more, now able to see the expressions on your face from her new angle. You couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed, grabbing a pillow as you leaned back against Jean's bed.

"What? You didn't know she used to like Warren?" Jubilee asked incredulously, and the white-haired girl's jaw dropped, though you could tell she was exaggerating for affect as she look over at you with a humour in her eyes.

"That was for, like, one week," Yeah, before you started talking to Ororo, and fell head over heels almost immediately.

"And Alex," Jean added, which made you groan and cover your face with your hands. Alex has always been around the mansion, and you had a school girl crush on him. He was a couple of years older than you were, and you'd never got the courage to really speak to him; but that didn't stop you from pining severely for years until your feelings began to wane. He was moody, and attractive, and charismatic, and you couldn't help yourself.

For some reason, you were dead embarrassed for Ororo to ever know that you liked someone else, especially when they only listed guys. You weren't entirely sure why.

"Whatever, as if you don't just like dumb jocks," You retorted to Jubilee, "Or shy brunettes," Jean rolled her eyes.

Ororo didn't seem to take heed of your words, and pondered aloud, "I wonder what my 'type' is."

You sighed, wondering how many times you'd asked yourself that. How much you'd hoped you'd fit the expectations she had for others.

"I don't know anyone you've liked. I guess we'll just have to see!" Jubilee told her, a generous smile on her face as she tossed her reading material to the side, standing from her seat to find another activity to occupy her.

What you didn't see was Jean and Ororo, who shared a looked across the room. She was the only one that knew about Ororo's feelings for you, and she'd like it to be kept that way. She'd shared it with her after Jean clearly noticed her loud thoughts, and while she didn't regret it, she didn't necessarily want you to know. Not before she told you herself.

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After all have you had settled into where you were going to sleep, it wasn't long for Jubilee to fall asleep first. She was totally the type to grow tired as soon as she felt something soft, or let her head hit a pillow. In fact, she fell asleep on the floor, class desks, and other people routinely.

Jean, you, and Ororo had stayed up laughing and talking for a few more hours, before you naturally needed to turn in. You and the white-haired girl shared a mattress on the floor, bundled in layers of blankets, and a few pillows each. She was just wearing a little white vest, and pajama shorts, and you flushed as she pulled you up against her, laughing as she saw your pink cheeks.

"It's cold," She simply mumbled, and she was right in a way. It was a chilly evening, but both had you had been fine all night in pretty light clothes, because the windows and the door had been closed for hours.  She guided your hand to rest on her hip, and her head shifted on the pillow so that she could get a better look at your sleepy features.

As girls, you were allowed to come into intimate contact with her, without anyone really being the wiser, or raising eyebrows. Almost every weekend, you and her shared a bed. It had started a couple of months into your relationship, when Ororo was wandering the hallways by herself one night during a thunder storm. She found that she could never really sleep through them, because they made her feel buzzy and power - like sparks would fly from her nerve-endings at any point.

She stumbled across you still up in your room, because she could see the light from your bedside lamp leaking underneath the door. Not really sure why she felt so drawn to you, she knocked quietly, surprised when your eyes lit up when you answered the door to see her. You were soon in bed together, the blankets trapping your shared warmth as you cuddled up to each other without much thought. Despite how sleepless you had been moments before, the two of you soon fell asleep while holding the other close. Ever since then, Ororo liked taking her liberties when she could; crawling between your sheets because she really like the way she felt when you were holding her, and touching her.

"You're so pretty when you're tired," You couldn't help but murmur, and as soon as it left your mouth, you were absolutely horrified.

You could tell she was surprised by the look in her eyes. For most people, it was difficult to read her; but you knew what everything meant. You'd known her long enough to study all of her little movements, and she resented that she could never get away with anything around you.

Instead of letting herself freak out, Ororo felt a smile stretching across her warm cheeks, gazing fondly back at you, "Thank you, angel," she whispered back unabashedly. Sometimes she could get away with saying and doing things and with the claim that there was a cultural difference, and where she was from, it was normal. She wasn't sure if she could get away with it this particular time, though.

You were chest to chest, and slightly afraid that she could feel how fast your heart was thumping. Her fingers trailed to rest her hand on your back, holding you around the waist, coldness making goosebumps appear along your body. Her warm brown eyes fluttered to admire it, before peering back up at you with wide, expectant eyes.

"Can I do something?" She whispered, and you loved the sound of her voice. She was the kind of person who only spoke when she thought it was necessary, or that she had something to say. You loved the tone, and her accent, immediately nodding in reply to her question without much thought.

You didn't expect her lips to press to yours, but couldn't help but kiss back, grabbing at the material of her shirt in a needy way that made her smile against you. Your head was spinning, and never in a million years did you think Ororo would ever want to do something like that with you. She was like a goddess, and you barely thought you were worthy of being in her grasp. She, on the other hand, radiated warmth and appreciation towards you. Her lips moved in synch with yours, her hands subconsciously twisting in her hair, which only served to make you let out a breathy sigh - the two of you pulling apart after what felt like years.

You'd never been closer to her, and her eyes were as deep and kind as ever. Forming words just didn't seem to cut it for you, and your skin was buzzing at you let your fingers move up to her face. Gently, you cupped her cheek (her leaning into it with a tender smile), guiding her back to you so that you could bring her in for another kiss. And then another; as many as you could possibly manage, because you swore you'd picture it more times than you could count, and you'd never pictured something quite like this.

Ororo was just as electrifying and intense as you'd imagined, her tongue slipping into your mouth as she moved with you. You could feel her pushing your shoulder, and you obliged as she made you lay down. Withdrawing from you, she seemed to hold a shy expression. You tilted your head, frowning slightly now that she wasn't kissing you any more. Before you could think much of what she was doing, Ororo was on top of you, her legs straddling either side of your waist as she peered down at you - now seemingly more confident due to your reaction. You could tell she was blushing, and her eyes kept flickering away from you, and then back as she laughed nervously.

"You have nothing to be shy about," You told her honestly, because for the first time in your life, you felt pretty sure about something. Your hands held her legs securely, and she grinned as she leaned back down to capture your lips in hers once again.