Title: Fridge Party
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: I own nothing...
Pairing: R/J, oh squeeee!
Summary: It's cute! It's fluffy! It's Rogue and Jean slash! You know what that means! Cute and fluffy Rogue and Jean slash! ...well, my lame attempt of it, anyway...
A/N: I think, yes, quite possibly, this is the first R/J fluff-happy-ish fic I've ever written! (I don't really count "Kitchen Etiquette" because Jean was kinda blah towards Rogue in that one...) But yeah! Yay!
"Aw shit." Rogue bent over to pick up the sandwich she dropped. She grumbled and made a distasteful face, seeing that the sandwich had fell open-sided, luncheon meat smeared on the kitchen tiles.
"Watch your mouth," Jean smirked, walking in just as the other girl was cleaning.
"Blah blah blah..."
"Same to you," the taller woman rummaged in the fridge for something to eat, "So what are you doing up so late?"
"Hmmm...Nothing."
Jean's hand collided into the carton of orange juice, suddenly shocked when she felt Rogue's breath right against her ear. Whipping around, coming face to face with the other girl, she shrieked, "Don't do that!"
The shorter simply laughed, took a quick glance at the contents of the frigde and looked back, "Little jumpy huh?"
"You're a riot, really you are..." Back getting a little chilly from the cold air, Jean rolled her eyes and motioned to shut the fridge door.
But before she could, Rogue snuck her right arm past and reached for something inside. Giving a smile, she looked up, "Of course I am."
Shaking her head and chuckling, Jean attempted to move out of the shorter girl's way. Then another arm made it's way around her. Raising an eyebrow, she returned the gaze, "Rogue? What are you doing?"
With the most innocent look she had, Rogue pressed closer against the other woman and said, "Getting something to eat..."
"Uh-huh."
Grinning to herself, Rogue watched a dumbfounded look fall on the doctor's face, while she slipped off her gloves behind her back and prepared herself.
Jean began to get a little jittery, the younger girl's arms encircling her, her gaze intense. She moved closer, inquisitively, "Marie."
Mirroring the taller woman's movements, she leaned in, "Mhm..."
"Marie..."
And as a response, she pushed her lips against Jean's at the same time, grasping the item hidden in the fridge. A small moan echoed in the teacher's throat and she settled her hands on Rogue's hips. Sucking lightly on Jean's lower lip, she slid her tongue along the surface, memorizing the faint taste of strawberry-kiwi. Tropical...Typical. Tongues slipping, tugging, another groan escaped Jean. Rogue smiled as she pulled away, licking her own lips.
Blinking her eyes open, Jean tried to regain focus, "Wha-uh-wha...holy shit..."
Rogue laughed and stepped back from the other woman and the fridge. Revealing what she hid behind Jean, she shook the batch of the now dead celery at her face, "Tsk tsk tsk...Watch your mouth." Grinning evilly, Rogue discarded the vegetable in the same bin as her long forgotton sandwich and left the room. Satisfaction bubbling beneath her skin.