Title: Indecent Obsession
Author: Karen
Disclaimer: I wish Scott were mine, but alas he's not.
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Feedback: Better than a fake orgasm.
Summary: Scott has an obsession – Rogue – virtual reality naughtiness ensues.
Pairings: Scott & Virtual Reality *Rogue* and Logan & Rogue
Author's notes: Just to clarify things – this fic deals with Scott's fantasies and how he wants Rogue to act. And in case you're wondering, Scott doesn't call Virtual Reality *Rogue* by her real name because he doesn't know it, and therefore he couldn't have plugged it into the program. The VR scenes are in italic font. I actually wrote the 'better grade deal' scene long before I found out that Anna Paquin's character attempts a similar tactic in Spike Lee's "25th Hour".
Date: September 2002
Thanks to Heather, Terri & Taryn for letting me foist the rough draft of this on them and for their infinite patience with all the subsequent revisions.
A big thanks to J Marie – it was *Marie's* statement to Scott in 'Marie's World' that inspired this fic: {What do you think your team would think of you, Scott, if they knew of the erotic sexual fantasies that you secretly harbor for your young, female student? Do you believe they would be appalled to know how badly you wish you could touch her, taste her, fuck her? How do you think Logan would react if he knew that the innocent creature he has sworn to protect sends you running for a cold shower far too often?} *Meep* That statement just begged to have its own fic written, so I did and this is the result.
~ Indecent Obsession ~
Scott Summers had a secret. A monumental secret. That, if discovered, would not only end his relationship with Jean, but surely also get his teaching credentials summarily yanked by Charles. Scott wanted one of his students – Rogue. From the moment he'd freed her from Logan's burning truck he'd had the overwhelming urge to possess her. Something about her shot right through him and straight to his groin. He'd never had such an immediate sexual reaction to anyone before – not even the first time he'd laid eyes on Jean. He'd been resentful when Logan garnered all the credit and resultant hero worship for saving Rogue from Magneto – after all, he'd contributed too. He'd been the one who'd blasted Erik, freeing Logan from the man's magnetic grasp and thereby enabling him to stop the rings from spinning. At first Scott thought Rogue's dismissal in his part of the rescue effort was due to her absorbing Logan's personality, and therefore his prejudices, but as she returned to 'normal' her focus remained on Logan. Scott breathed a sigh of relief when Logan was well enough to hit the road, but was dismayed to see Rogue sporting his tag around her neck when she bounced back into the rec room. The bastard didn't even want her and yet he felt compelled to mark her as his – the selfish prick.
Scott walked past Rogue's room late one night and heard her sniffling. A very subtle questioning of her roommates the following day revealed that she'd cried herself to sleep every night since Logan's departure. He knew Logan felt he'd fulfilled his obligation by making sure she was physically safe, but he hadn't taken into consideration her needs included emotional stability as well. Scott found himself wanting to give her someone else to replace the asshole who'd promised to take care of her and then almost immediately abandoned her. He did realize, though, that his solution of physically 'comforting' her was more about his own needs than hers and that was enough to rein him in ~ at least publicly.
Scott discovered that one of his students had created an X-rated virtual reality program designed to be used in the Danger Room. He'd confiscated the program disc, with a stern lecture about proper use of school equipment and promised it wouldn't go on the student's permanent record as long as the student never mentioned it again. He'd then plugged his own fantasy into the program and in the middle of the night would slip out of the room he shared with Jean to 'play' with a virtual reality Rogue. Luckily for him Jean was a deep Rem-cycle sleeper because it usually took him a while to calm down after he returned from the Danger Room.
His nightly sessions with VR Rogue permitted him to put somewhat of a leash on his daytime fantasies about her, allowing his desires to go undiscovered by Jean or Charles. However, when Rogue showed up in class one day in a tight shirt that strained across obviously bra-less breasts it did send him running for a cold shower in the middle of the day and a very enthusiastic session in the Danger Room later that night. Making love to Jean had become an exercise in self-control due to the 'link' she'd established between them. He had to make sure he didn't think of Rogue at an inopportune moment – such as when he was climaxing, or he'd have some serious explaining to do.
When Rogue needed additional help with an English assignment Scott found himself alone with her after class and he'd practically had to sit on his hands to stop himself from touching her. Jean's innocent comment a few days later that it appeared Rogue's crush had transferred from Logan to Scott fueled one of his best Danger Room sessions thus far. He wondered what Rogue would think of his conception of her as a vixen – wonderfully uninhibited and sinfully talented.
Charles informed Scott, Ororo and Jean that Logan would be returning within a few weeks and had accepted both a teaching position and a place on the team. Jean knew that Scott would not be pleased, and even offended, that Charles had extended the offer of team membership without first consulting him – especially as he should've remembered Scott's apprehension about Logan accompanying them to the Statue. At the end of the meeting she wasn't terribly surprised when Scott requested a moment of Charles' time.
Sending a telepathic message to Scott to be respectful and not argumentative, Jean simply threw Charles a look that didn't need any further explication – telepathic or otherwise. Charles nodded in acknowledgment and prepared to face the wrath of the perturbed team leader. He was somewhat bewildered when Scott's irritation appeared directed at Logan's return in general and didn't focus specifically on the team aspect. Charles concluded that Scott's predominant misgiving was about the possibility of Logan aggressively pursuing Jean. He reassured his protégé that while Jean would naturally find the attention flattering, he firmly believed that nothing would ever happen between them. Scott realized that apparently he wasn't projecting what was actually bothering him and was grateful that Charles' ethics prevented him from generally 'scanning' people without permission. He mumbled a hasty agreement with Charles and then quickly excused himself before his shields slipped.
Although caffeine was probably the last thing he needed, Scott went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and found Rogue leaning against the countertop eating ice cream right out of a pint-sized carton. She'd apparently just come from the gym as she was clad in only a pair of skintight workout shorts and, God help him, a sports bra that displayed plenty of bare creamy-skinned, nicely toned tummy. Scott instantly got hard.
"Hi," he managed to choke out.
"Scott," Rogue mumbled around a spoonful of ice cream.
A droplet of the soft ice cream fell, landing on the top curve of one of her breasts, and without pausing long enough to think about either of their mutations, Scott reached out a finger to wipe it off. Even though the contact was brief Scott felt a tingle, which he wasn't sure was simply a product of his imagination or Rogue's skin instantaneously responding. Unbeknownst to him, it was the latter and though it wasn't enough for her to absorb his mutation, it was sufficient to enable her to pick up his surface thoughts. Her wide-eyed expression and the pink stain that tinted her cheeks was her startled reaction to those brief but decidedly carnal images. When Rogue flicked her tongue over her lips to catch a stray drop of ice cream Scott leaned forward as if he was going to kiss her. She let out a gasp, which brought him to his senses and made him straighten up.
"I gotta go," Rogue managed to squeak out and took off in a blur of dark green lycra.
Scott scrubbed a hand over his face and decided coffee wouldn't do it so he pulled a beer out of the fridge. He drained the beer quickly and went to reach for another one, then decided that getting intoxicated wasn't the best solution and headed for his room where a nice cold shower beckoned.
Later that night right, after Scott was certain that Jean was sound asleep, he slipped out of their bed and headed down to the Danger Room's observation room. He'd programmed several different scenarios, but instead of choosing a specific sequence he let the computer randomly select one and headed down to the main arena. He was anxious to find out which fantasy he'd be living tonight. The one common denominator in each program was that Rogue had control of her mutation; after all there was no need to bother with being creative if it was all a simulation.
Scott closed and locked the outer door then noticed the setting was a replica of his classroom. Walking over and sitting down at his desk he saw a stack of reports and smirked. Even in his fantasies he couldn't escape from grading papers.
He was halfway through the first report before *Rogue* came in asking if she could speak to him about the grade on her Shakespeare essay. He casually gestured her over - instantly getting a hard-on as she bounced towards him wearing a white button-down shirt, a sinfully short red and black plaid skirt and white knee-high socks with black penny loafers. She looked like every guy's schoolgirl fantasy come to life. As there was conveniently no other chair nearby besides the one Scott was using, *Rogue* perched herself on the corner of the desk – her creamy thighs dangerously close to Scott's left arm.
"What seems to be the problem, *Rogue*?" Scott asked in his best 'concerned teacher' voice.
"Well, I think I deserve an A on that report instead of the B you gave me. I did a lot of research, which I listed in the footnotes and I even added graphics. John's report wasn't nearly as detailed, yet he got an A minus. It just doesn't seem fair," *Rogue* stated, giving Scott big doe eyes and adding a pout for good measure.
Scott couldn't help smiling – he loved the doe eyes coupled with the pout. He was fairly certain she'd attempted to employ that same tactic with Logan and was amazed that he'd found the strength to leave anyway.
"It just one grade," Scott said, playing along.
"But it messes up my whole grade curve," *Rogue* replied, the pout even more exaggerated this time, "Won't you reconsider, please?"
"I'm not in the habit of changing grades. Maybe if you did some extra credit it would bring up your overall grade," Scott offered as he watched her shift, which made the little plaid skirt ride up slightly.
"What did you have in mind?" *Rogue* asked in a voice that had dropped to a sexy whisper.
Scott's left hand slid under the little skirt and up her right thigh to the juncture between her legs. *Rogue* cooperatively opened her legs slightly and Scott slipped his fingers under the cotton fabric of her panties. She braced her hands on the desk and threw her head back as he stroked her. When he suddenly removed his hand she whimpered in disappointment.
"I wanna taste you," he huskily told her as he reached under the skirt and she raised her bottom so that he could pull her panties down. Taking them off completely, he tossed the scrap of fabric over his shoulder. He removed her shoes, but left the sweet little knee-high socks in place.
He stood up so that he was now directly in front of her, positioned between her splayed legs. He undid the buttons of her white cotton shirt and spread the material apart to reveal a white lace bra. *Rogue* moved to release the clasp in the front, but Scott stopped her – wanting the pleasure of doing it himself. He unsnapped the clasp and her breasts spilled out. Immediately palming them, he stroked his thumbs over rose-tipped nipples that peaked instantly. Then he leaned down and brushed his tongue over first one and then the other before pushing her backward until she was lying flat on the desk.
While he could certainly spend an inordinate amount of attention on her breasts he was anxious to taste the sweetness lower down. Bunching her skirt up around her waist, Scott pushed her legs apart even more and bent his head down. She shuddered and gasped as his tongue made contact. He made long sweeps through her moist folds and up to her clit, which he licked and then gently sucked. *Rogue* raised her hips pushing herself more insistently against his mouth and Scott responded by sticking his tongue into her. As the pleasure rippled through her, *Rogue* moaned and bucked against Scott's talented mouth.
"Oh my God!" *Rogue* screamed as she came and bathed Scott's face with her juices.
"You have the sweetest little pussy I've ever tasted," Scott declared as he came up for air.
*Rogue* sat up, balancing herself on shaky arms – her face and body flushed from her orgasm – and tried to catch her breath.
Scott grinned at her wickedly and peeled off his shirt, then undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Removing his shoes and socks he stepped out of the crumpled pile of fabric and kicked everything aside. *Rogue's* eyes roamed appreciatively over his torso before dropping to his engorged cock and Scott was delighted to note that her chocolate brown eyes had darkened even more with unabashed desire. She reached out to touch him. Scott let her explore for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of her small hand stroking up and down the length, her touch so different than when he pleasured himself. Her curious fingers circled the head and ran over the slit that was already dripping with pre-cum, and by now they were both breathing hard.
"In me. Now." Was all that *Rogue* was able to squeeze out between gulps of air.
Scott reached between her thighs and ran his fingers over her folds as *Rogue* flashed him a quizzical look – hadn't they just done that?
"Just checking to see if you're wet enough for me to slide in nice and easy," Scott offered in way of explanation.
Those words, combined with his touch, caused a renewed pool of moisture between her legs. Satisfied that she was ready for him, he spread the pre-cum over the head of his cock for added lubrication and moved to penetrate her.
"Take me, Scott," *Rogue* implored – as if he needed any encouragement.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, he put just the first couple of inches inside, then thrust forward and tugged her toward him at the same time – effectively impaling her. Once he was embedded to the hilt he pulled almost all the way out and then plunged back in again. He repeated this several times and each time she raised her hips to meet each powerful thrust. Scott leaned forward to bury his face against her neck, crushing her breasts against his chest as he licked the spot where her pulse was beating wildly. His whole body was humming and from the vibrations he could feel wherever their bare skin touched, she was experiencing the same sensations.
"So beautiful. So perfect," he whispered against her ear as she rippled around him.
It suddenly dawned on him that they hadn't kissed yet, so he slid his lips over to her mouth and lightly touched them to one corner. He then feathered his lips over hers before pressing down more firmly. *Rogue* responded immediately and they were kissing ardently. He wasn't sure who opened whose mouth first, but soon their tongues were hungrily licking at each other. To him she tasted like his favorite honey-roasted peanut butter; and to her he tasted like warm caramel sauce – the kind he knew she loved poured over French vanilla ice cream. They continued to devour each other as their bodies moved towards mutual release. *Rogue* wrapped her legs tighter around Scott's hips as she hurtled toward the precipice that she'd willingly fling herself off of, sending her into an orgasmic abyss. Scott was metaphorically chasing right after – ready to freefall with her.
"Oh yes, oh yes," *Rogue* moaned as she found herself teetering on the edge.
"Argh, I'm gonna come so hard," Scott announced as he felt her start to splinter apart under him.
"Scott!" she screamed as she surrendered to the heat that engulfed her.
Scott gave one final thrust and spilled himself deep inside her as the white-hot flame consumed him too.
Scott found himself standing naked and panting in an empty arena – his clothes scattered around him. He worried for a minute that someone had shut off the program, which meant he was busted. Looking up at the windows of the observation room, he couldn't see anyone peering down at him. Dressing quickly, he sprinted up to the control room to check out the problem. He sighed with relief when he discovered that a power surge had merely interrupted the program. A little upset that he hadn't had the chance to have a post-coital cuddle with his fantasy lover, he went back downstairs to take a quick shower. It wouldn't be a particularly good idea to climb back into bed with Jean and still be coated in sticky come. If Jean woke up as he returned to bed he had what he hoped was a reasonable justification for his middle of the night shower. He'd explain that he'd had a slight case of insomnia and decided to work out in the gym for a while, which necessitated the shower. It was close enough to the truth – after all, he'd had a workout of sorts. Scott lucked out and Jean didn't wake up as he slid between the sheets. He went to sleep planning the next night's 'rendezvous'.