Another Woman's Treasure
Author: The Scribe2
Rating: M
Summary: Sometimes the good guy does get the girl. Scott/Rogue. Post X1.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. Thanks for letting me borrow them.
Scott walked outside the Westchester School for Gifted Youngsters craving a breath of fresh air. It had been a trying day but now at 11:00 he was done with his mountain of paperwork and was free to do whatever. He strolled along the grounds enjoying the peace and quiet of the night when he ran along a figure seated on one of the iron benches, softly illuminated by a nearby light. He ventured closer and saw that it was Rogue who cried softly, the fingers of one hand pressed to her mouth.
"Hey," he called as he sat down beside her. "What's the matter?"
She quickly wiped her face and forced a smile. "Nothing. I'm fine."
"I have eyes. I can see something's upset you." He paused to tuck a hair behind her ear. It had been 5 years since Rogue had taken the cure. Scott, for one, was glad she had. She had grown into a beautiful woman and lately Scott had found himself extremely attracted to her. And not just for her looks, but everything about her, from her gentle personality to the southern honey of her voice.
Finally he said, "You can talk to me, you know."
She laughed humorlessly. "It's not something I want to discuss with my teacher."
He gave her a small smile. "I haven't been your teacher in years."
She gave a reluctant smile of her own. "Okay, ex-teacher," she corrected but then the smile faded and she looked down at her hands. "Scott, it's embarrassing."
"I won't tell a soul," he urged and reached out to wipe a tear that slipped down her face.
She shook her head slowly, shutting her eyes, no doubt, against the pain she was feeling. "Do I seem like a little girl to you?"
"Absolutely not," Scott answered earnestly.
She opened her eyes with a sigh and glanced up at his face before focusing on some distant object in front of her. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Scott felt his pulse quicken.
"I went to Logan's room tonight." Oh! That was a bucket of ice cold water.
Clearing his throat he sat up a little straighter and replied, "Okay."
"I went there and I…offered myself to him. I stood at his door and told him that I had feelings for him and that I had for a long time." She looked back at Scott, and her eyes were sad. "When I was twenty and had just taken the cure, I told him how I felt about him and he told me to wait until I was grown. But I'm grown up now, aren't I? I had thought so. But he stood there with the door barely open and you know what he said? He said 'Go to bed, little girl.'" Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and she turned her head away from Scott.
"Rogue," he said gently and slid his arm around her shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.
"He's always been so warm with me," she broke in quickly. "When we hang out together he always makes me feel special. But he just doesn't see me in that way."
"Rogue, Logan is an asshole even on a good day and deep down you know that. But tonight he treated you the way he did because Jean was in there with him."
"What," she questioned, disbelief written all over her face. "How could she do something like that to you?"
He shook his head. "We're done. She and I haven't been together for months."
"Really? How come nobody knew?"
With a wry smile Scott admitted, "Our relationship had become so dry that most people, including myself, couldn't tell the difference when we finally broke up."
Nodding, Rogue looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "What makes you think she was with him?"
"They've been meeting up at night for a while," he said matter-of-factly. At her questioning expression he added, "Men talk. They especially like to brag to ex-boyfriends."
Rolling her eyes, Rogue sucked her teeth in disgust. "He is an asshole."
Scott smiled at her and rubbed her shoulder. They sat in companionable silence for a while and Scott wondered if she wanted him to remove his arm. She seemed content enough. Scott certainly was. In fact, without thought, he pulled her closer and she readily pressed her soft body into his side and settled her head on his chest. He rubbed her back and rested his cheek on the top of her head, loving the silken feel of her two tone hair.
"I saved myself for him," she finally said quietly. "I've never been with anyone. I've just been waiting for him to accept me. Even when Bobby wanted…" Her words trailed off and Scott felt like his chest was going to cave in. This gorgeous creature next to him was a virgin? His mind raced. He was both elated and furious. The thought that he could be the only one to touch her drove him crazy in the best way, but the fact that she had waited for that selfish bastard just made him angry.
Finally Scott took his finger and tipped up her chin so that their eyes met. "He's not worth the gift you tried to give him."
"What gift," she said harshly. "Who wants a 25 year old virgin?"
After a moment of hesitation Scott admitted, "I do," and his eyes ran over her beautiful face. Her expression told him plainly that she didn't believe him. He ran a finger along the supple skin of her jaw. "I do…if her name is Rogue…and she's got a soft heart…and a dazzling smile…and a great laugh…" His finger moved to slowly trace her lips.
Her fingers toyed with his shirtfront as her eyes bore into his, though he knew she couldn't see them. "Do you really feel that way about me?"
In answer he leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheek. Finally he captured her lips and her mouth was pliable and soft. An instant later Rogue's hand left his shirtfront and reached up to stroke his neck as she returned the kiss, shyly at first, but with increasing boldness. Eventually her mouth grew demanding and the kiss took a passionate turn as they tasted each other deeply. For Scott, everything else fell away.
When the kiss finally ended he cupped her face in his hands trying to quiet his ragged breathing. "You are so incredible," he murmured.
"Will you take me upstairs…to your room," she asked, her own breathing heavy and erratic.
His hands dropped in astonishment. "Are you sure," he questioned, his heart racing with the anticipation of it.
"I want to spend the night with someone who cares about me," she replied with certainty.
Scott thought to himself that he should be the good guy and not take advantage of the situation, but then everything in him demanded that he not miss this opportunity to have the woman he wanted. For a moment "good guy" won out.
"There'll be other nights," he said taking her hands in his and caressing the backs with his thumbs. "We can wait. I'm not going anywhere."
"I've already waited a lifetime," she replied softly. "I don't want to wait anymore."
She leaned forward and kissed him gently then pulled back biting her lower lip. God, how Scott wanted to suck on that lip. He stood and held out his hand. Standing with him, she took it, and the two of them walked back toward the house. By the time they got inside Scott's pace had quickened and Rogue struggled to keep up.
She laughed and said, "Anxious, are we?" He chuckled but didn't slow down. Finally they made it upstairs and into his room.
They stood awkwardly for a moment observing one another. Rogue gazed at the handsome man who had been her teacher and was now her teammate. The things he'd said and the honesty in which he'd said it had blown her away. He had been watching her. He wanted her. It was all so surreal. But one thing was for sure, she knew her heart would be safe with him. He had been through hell and high water with Jean, but had never failed to treat her with respect. Warmth spread through Rogue at the thought that this man would love her like that. It was the reason she was there in his room.
He seemed to be holding himself in check waiting for her to set the pace. She took the three steps that brought her in front of him and ran her hands down his chest. He was wearing a perfectly fitting polo and khaki chinos. She smiled at the fact that he was such a prep. It wasn't usually her style.
"That looks good on you," he murmured.
"What," she asked.
"This," he replied and touched a thumb to the corner of her mouth indicating her smile. "And this," he added picking up one of the white stripes that ran through her hair, letting it slip through his fingers. It made Rogue shiver.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to touch it," he said smoothly and his arms came around her.
"What else have you wanted to touch," she asked in invitation.
"Everything," he replied passionately and slid his hands into her hair and kissed her intensely, his teasing tongue making her body ache. Soon his hands slid from her hair down her back and began to ease up her t-shirt. He pulled back and lifted the pink material over her head and cast it to the floor leaving her in a pink satin pushup bra.
He quickly dipped his head to taste the soft flesh of her neck. Her mouth parted on a sigh and her head fell back when he came around and licked the base of her throat. At the same time his warm hands slid up her back, unhooked her bra, and gently pulled the straps down her arms before casting the garment down.
"Beautiful," he murmured as his red gaze washed over the sight.
Before she could feel self-conscience he nuzzled her chin with his face then kissed her again. One of his hands supported her back while the other moved to cup her breast and gently tease the sensitive peak. She moaned against his mouth and held onto his waist tightly.
A few moments later she gathered the material of his shirt and began to pull it up. He tore his mouth away from hers and allowed her to pull it over his head. She ran eager hands over the firm span of his chest before her fingers traced the "(X)" tattoo over his heart. A small smile stole onto her lips. There was more to this X-man than meets the eye.
Her gaze moved down to the trail of dark hair that lined the lower part of his stomach and disappeared into his pants. He picked up her hand that lingered on his chest and gently kissed her fingers before placing it on the button of his pants. She undid the button and zipper and soon the pants were cast aside and he was left in a pair of red boxer briefs. His body was both lean and powerful and Rogue sighed in anticipation of it being connected with hers.
Scott reached out and undid her low-slung jeans and pushed them gently to the floor. His expert hands skimmed over and caressed her body before sliding down her matching satin panties and it had Rogue breathing shallowly and her body throbbing. In turn, she ran her hands over him as well. When she got down to his hips she pulled his cotton underwear down and lovingly ran a hand over his rear. Now that he was bare she could see that he was just as excited as she was.
An instant later he slid his strong arms around her, pressing his taut body against hers and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. He eased her back until they were next to the bed then lowered her down and stretched out next to her. His mouth slid over her tingling skin until his lips closed around the hardened tip of her breast. She ran her hands over the back of his head as he feasted on her body. Soft whimpers started to emit from her throat and he moved to taste the other side, alternating between sucking and teasing with his tongue.
A little while later that wicked tongue slid further down her body until it found her moist center. She shut her eyes tightly and cried out at the wonderful pressure and warmth of his tongue against her. He guided her legs over his shoulders as he lapped and tasted her. Rogue slid a hand over her breast and touched herself as Scott's wet mouth brought her closer…closer…
"Ohhhh," she cried and her hips came up off of the bed as an avalanche of sensations flooded her. Scott's hand reached up to cover the breast she wasn't touching and gave it a gentle squeeze and then stroked it as she trembled.
A moment later Rogue was still limp and trembly when Scott got up from the bed. She turned her head and watched as he pulled his wallet from his pants pocket. He came back over to the bed and sat down. She reached out to him and rubbed one firm thigh.
"I hope you don't think I planned this," he said as he pulled out a condom. The look on his face was sweet. He was concerned that she'd think he had meant to seduce her. She smiled and kissed the area her hand had been rubbing.
"One thing I know about you, Scott Summers, is that you like to be prepared," she said and held her arms out to him. He came back to bed and kissed her lips softly before donning the prophylactic.
He stretched his amazing body over hers and whispered, "It's gonna hurt for a bit, but I promise to make it feel better." She nodded and he kissed her thoroughly. As he did, he pressed the most intimate part of himself to the most intimate part of her and with a movement of his hips, broke through the delicate tissue there. There was a burst of discomforting pain, but as Scott began to love on her with his body and mouth the pain was quickly replaced by pleasure and she found herself panting and raising up to meet his movements. The fire building in her was exquisite and Rogue briefly wondered why the hell Jean would let something this good go.
In no time her body was exploding as ripples of blissful fulfillment ran through her. A breath later Scott moaned against her neck and his body shuttered.
After a while, when Scott's brain worked again, he rolled over onto his side and pulled Rogue against him. She draped a leg across him possessively and it made him smile. He trailed his fingers over her arm as they regarded each other.
Finally Rogue said, "I wish I could see your eyes," and touched the rim of his glasses. "What color are they?"
"Brown." He said and kissed her cheek softly.
"Close your eyes," she commanded.
He complied and answered, "They're closed." He felt her lift his glasses off of his face.
"So this is how you see the world. Everything is rosy."
"Isn't that supposed to make life good, seeing it through rose tinted glasses?" He heard her laugh at that. "I'm just glad to be able to see at all. If the professor hadn't found a way to block my rays I'd have been sightless for the rest of my life."
After placing feather-light kisses to each of his eyelids she slid the glasses back onto his face. He tested the firmness of the fit before opening his eyes again. When he looked back at her she was looking at him with sympathy. "I can't imagine what it must have been like for you in the beginning. Frightening, I bet."
"It was nothing compared to the prospect of never touching another living thing," he replied and ran a hand over her hip. "Do you ever regret taking the cure?"
"No, never," she replied and kissed his lips lightly.
"If I didn't have my glasses I would have taken it, too."
"We had that in common, didn't we? Uncontrollable mutations."
"Well, we have other things in common now," he said and gave her a warm smile. She smiled back and rested her head against his heart, right over the X.
The next day Rogue made her way back to Scott's room after having showered and changed. It was mid morning on a Saturday and the two of them had decided to catch an early movie. As she passed Logan's room she nearly collided with Jean.
"Oh, pardon me," Jean mumbled as she moved into the hall followed by Logan.
"No problem," Rogue replied and her eyes moved toward Logan's, her chin rising in challenge.
He noticed it. Sliding a hand down the red head's back Logan murmured, "Jeannie, can you give us a minute?"
"Sure," she replied and accepted the kiss he placed to her lips. Rogue only smiled.
As Jean walked a little further down the hall Logan leaned in toward Rogue and said, "Listen, kid. About last night…I came off a little harsh and I'm sorry about that. But you and I…" he began with the shake of his head.
But she cut him off. "Don't worry. It doesn't matter now. And by the way, I'm not your kid," she said emphasizing the word. "Not anymore."
Just then Rogue felt a strong arm encircle her waist. She looked up at Scott and they smiled at each other intimately. A second later Rogue watched as Scott's red gaze turned toward Logan who watched them curiously.
With a grim set to his mouth Scott took a step forward bearing down on the other man. Pointing a finger at Logan Scott demanded, "Don't you ever disrespect her again," his voice full of steel. In response Logan's brow rose slightly, but after a moment he gave a curt nod of understanding. Scott's gaze lingered on him for a beat more before he turned back to Rogue.
"You ready," he asked and pressed a kiss just beneath her jaw.
"Yeah," she softy replied, looking at him with warmth in her eyes. Without another word he led her down the hall past Jean who stood gawking at them. Scott ignored her but Rogue couldn't help throwing out, "One woman's trash…" as they began to descend the stairs.
A/N – This fic was inspired by my newly realized love for Scott and The Reserved Reader's bio. In it she(?) mentioned that Scott and Rogue have a lot in common since both of them have mutations that can't be controlled. And though I didn't play that up here (I didn't want to work around her skin) I want to say thanks for the inspiration. I never would have thought of this pairing otherwise.
I hope everyone enjoyed the story. *Please* review and let me know what you think…good, bad, ugly… doesn't matter. You never know what will inspire a story.