Here's my new story. And for anyone who wanted an epilouge to Fairy Tales: it's up, so check it out.
This story is rated R for a reason.
In 12 days I'm turning 15!!! That's less than two weeks! June 19th people. Presents are excepted. J/k.)
Background info:
1. The setting is two years after "Day of Reckoning," but Magneto didn't die, and Mystique didn't Defcon 4 the mansion.
2.Kurt knows Mystique is his mother and Logan (Read Fairy Tales for further explaination) is his father. Rogue doesn't know about her parentage. Nothing from that story other than that applies to this story.
3. Pietro is still on Mageneto's side. The Brohterhood and the X-men have come together as one.
4. Magneto, Pietro, and his henchmen live somewhere unknown to the Brotherhood and the X-men.
5. Warren a.k.a Angel and Ororo are together. What can I say? I think they would make a cute couple.
6. The X-men are two years older than their X-men: Evolution ages. Rogue's 18. Scott's 21. Pietro's 20.
"For she's a golly good fellow," They sang out of key. I smiled despite myself, "Which nobody can deny." I looked down at my hand-shaped cake. I laughed.
"Blow out the candles, Rogue. I am hungry," 'Ro said good-humorally. She rubbed her largely protunding stomach to justify her statement. I smiled at her affectionately.
"You're always hungry," Warren muttered.
"I am carrying your children. That should explain everything."
"Are you suggesting that I eat alot?"
"Let me put it this way; you should thank the heavens that you are that rich. And besides there is two of them in there."
"Alright why don't we let Rogue blow out her candles, so this celebration of her being able touch without sucking the life out of people can wind down to a close," Mystique muttered. She always had a way with words, but it did have the desired effect. I blew out my candles and everyone hovered around for a piece. I glanced at the clock impatiently, then at the party that how the party was going. The party didn't look like it was going to wind down any second, I glanced at the clock again. 10:45 p.m. Damn, he would be there in 15 minutes and it would take 15 minutes to get there. Well, you just can't leave, it's your party. I moved sleathily to the door. Maybe they wouldn't notice until I was too far gone.
"Roguey, where are you going?" Lance asked to my back. I could feel all the eyes turn to me. Shit, Rogue, Think! My lungs began to burn. I realized that I had been holding my breath. I pulled out every acting skill I had.
"I-I was going-" I cut my sentence off with a fake sob. 'Ro stepped forward to try to comfort me, "No!" She stepped back startled, "It's just," fake tears welled up in my eyes, "Ah need some me time. Ah mean... To have never been able to touch then to...Ah'm grateful I really am. The party, the gifts, and Professah...thank you ah don't know if ah'll ever-" I blubbered out. When I'm good, I'm good. I deserve an Oscar for this performance.
"It's late, Kid. You want some you time, Kitty can sleep with someone else tongiht." Logan ordered. I felt panic arise in me. I could finally touch. No kissing threw scarves or groping with full clothes on, no more being cautious. I had to see him.
"Please, ah'll be back by 12:00, ah promise." I asked desperately. I think he could smell my desparation.
"Let her go, Logan. This is a big day for her. I think she would need sometime to sort through her thoughts."
"Midnight on the dot. Twelve-oh-one I come looking for ya." I flung myself at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He smiled then tried to cover it up with a frown.
"Should I be jealous?" Mystique asked while giving me a slight glare. I knew what that glare was for. She knew who I was going to see, but she couldn't tell anyone because they trusted me more than her and would never believe her over me. Even Logan and he was the one that trusted Mystique the most. Logan and I had this understandance with each other. We both what it was like to lose some of your life to you mutation. Because of his healing factor the scientist had experimented on him, thus, he got amensia and lost a good chunk of his life. He could never be Logan de Gutton anymore. He was just Logan a.k.a Wolverine. And me, I could never be Marie again. 'Ro and I also had an understanding, too. She was the only X-men other than me that understood the policy, "Do what you have to, to survive." A stab of guilt hit me. Those two have treated like you were their child and this is how you repay them? I quickly pushed that thought away. You're getting soft, Rogue. You really are. Those X-freaks are getting to you.
I jogged into the deserted alley. I bent over to catch my breath, "I love that ass." I smiled and turned to him. He stood there. Perfection. I couldn't see it, but I knew he had a confindent smirk on his lips. I merely arched my eyebrow. "Don't pretend you're not glad to see me." He whispered. He grabbed my waist and pulled my close to him, "Is it true?"
"What?" I asked breathlessly. That was the only word I could form. Only he could do that to me. Only he could make me incohernet. Any other guy I could control, but not him. I could feel him pressed against me fully. The hardness of his body. He leaned closer to me, his mouth inches above mine. I craved to feel his mouth on mine for the first time without a scarf or something between us.
"Can I really kiss you without being drained?" I nodded not trusting my voice. His lips claimed mine passionately like we had never before kissed. I kissed back with equal vigor. Lord, I didn't think kissing him could get any better, but it does. Roughly he pulled off my clothes, careful not to tear them, but rough enough to turn me on. He propped against the brick building and made love to me, hard and fast. I don't think it was possible for me to be having this much pleasure, but I was. I could feel myself coming close to the edge,
"Pietro," I moaned. He smiled ferally and continued to thrust into me. Too soon was it over and I had to head back. I kissed him desperately, wishing that we didn't have to part.
"Don't forget the plan," He whispered to me and sped off. The plan. Oh yesm the plan. Poor Brotherhood. Poor X-freaks. Poor Scott.
That' s it for now. Remember that the Brotherhood/X-men are enemies with Magneto and Pietro.
This story is rated R for a reason.
In 12 days I'm turning 15!!! That's less than two weeks! June 19th people. Presents are excepted. J/k.)
Background info:
1. The setting is two years after "Day of Reckoning," but Magneto didn't die, and Mystique didn't Defcon 4 the mansion.
2.Kurt knows Mystique is his mother and Logan (Read Fairy Tales for further explaination) is his father. Rogue doesn't know about her parentage. Nothing from that story other than that applies to this story.
3. Pietro is still on Mageneto's side. The Brohterhood and the X-men have come together as one.
4. Magneto, Pietro, and his henchmen live somewhere unknown to the Brotherhood and the X-men.
5. Warren a.k.a Angel and Ororo are together. What can I say? I think they would make a cute couple.
6. The X-men are two years older than their X-men: Evolution ages. Rogue's 18. Scott's 21. Pietro's 20.
"For she's a golly good fellow," They sang out of key. I smiled despite myself, "Which nobody can deny." I looked down at my hand-shaped cake. I laughed.
"Blow out the candles, Rogue. I am hungry," 'Ro said good-humorally. She rubbed her largely protunding stomach to justify her statement. I smiled at her affectionately.
"You're always hungry," Warren muttered.
"I am carrying your children. That should explain everything."
"Are you suggesting that I eat alot?"
"Let me put it this way; you should thank the heavens that you are that rich. And besides there is two of them in there."
"Alright why don't we let Rogue blow out her candles, so this celebration of her being able touch without sucking the life out of people can wind down to a close," Mystique muttered. She always had a way with words, but it did have the desired effect. I blew out my candles and everyone hovered around for a piece. I glanced at the clock impatiently, then at the party that how the party was going. The party didn't look like it was going to wind down any second, I glanced at the clock again. 10:45 p.m. Damn, he would be there in 15 minutes and it would take 15 minutes to get there. Well, you just can't leave, it's your party. I moved sleathily to the door. Maybe they wouldn't notice until I was too far gone.
"Roguey, where are you going?" Lance asked to my back. I could feel all the eyes turn to me. Shit, Rogue, Think! My lungs began to burn. I realized that I had been holding my breath. I pulled out every acting skill I had.
"I-I was going-" I cut my sentence off with a fake sob. 'Ro stepped forward to try to comfort me, "No!" She stepped back startled, "It's just," fake tears welled up in my eyes, "Ah need some me time. Ah mean... To have never been able to touch then to...Ah'm grateful I really am. The party, the gifts, and Professah...thank you ah don't know if ah'll ever-" I blubbered out. When I'm good, I'm good. I deserve an Oscar for this performance.
"It's late, Kid. You want some you time, Kitty can sleep with someone else tongiht." Logan ordered. I felt panic arise in me. I could finally touch. No kissing threw scarves or groping with full clothes on, no more being cautious. I had to see him.
"Please, ah'll be back by 12:00, ah promise." I asked desperately. I think he could smell my desparation.
"Let her go, Logan. This is a big day for her. I think she would need sometime to sort through her thoughts."
"Midnight on the dot. Twelve-oh-one I come looking for ya." I flung myself at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He smiled then tried to cover it up with a frown.
"Should I be jealous?" Mystique asked while giving me a slight glare. I knew what that glare was for. She knew who I was going to see, but she couldn't tell anyone because they trusted me more than her and would never believe her over me. Even Logan and he was the one that trusted Mystique the most. Logan and I had this understandance with each other. We both what it was like to lose some of your life to you mutation. Because of his healing factor the scientist had experimented on him, thus, he got amensia and lost a good chunk of his life. He could never be Logan de Gutton anymore. He was just Logan a.k.a Wolverine. And me, I could never be Marie again. 'Ro and I also had an understanding, too. She was the only X-men other than me that understood the policy, "Do what you have to, to survive." A stab of guilt hit me. Those two have treated like you were their child and this is how you repay them? I quickly pushed that thought away. You're getting soft, Rogue. You really are. Those X-freaks are getting to you.
I jogged into the deserted alley. I bent over to catch my breath, "I love that ass." I smiled and turned to him. He stood there. Perfection. I couldn't see it, but I knew he had a confindent smirk on his lips. I merely arched my eyebrow. "Don't pretend you're not glad to see me." He whispered. He grabbed my waist and pulled my close to him, "Is it true?"
"What?" I asked breathlessly. That was the only word I could form. Only he could do that to me. Only he could make me incohernet. Any other guy I could control, but not him. I could feel him pressed against me fully. The hardness of his body. He leaned closer to me, his mouth inches above mine. I craved to feel his mouth on mine for the first time without a scarf or something between us.
"Can I really kiss you without being drained?" I nodded not trusting my voice. His lips claimed mine passionately like we had never before kissed. I kissed back with equal vigor. Lord, I didn't think kissing him could get any better, but it does. Roughly he pulled off my clothes, careful not to tear them, but rough enough to turn me on. He propped against the brick building and made love to me, hard and fast. I don't think it was possible for me to be having this much pleasure, but I was. I could feel myself coming close to the edge,
"Pietro," I moaned. He smiled ferally and continued to thrust into me. Too soon was it over and I had to head back. I kissed him desperately, wishing that we didn't have to part.
"Don't forget the plan," He whispered to me and sped off. The plan. Oh yesm the plan. Poor Brotherhood. Poor X-freaks. Poor Scott.
That' s it for now. Remember that the Brotherhood/X-men are enemies with Magneto and Pietro.