Our Little Secret
Rogue sits in the small wooden cabin of a town with a name she couldn't begin to pronounce. Her fingers tapping nervously on the small coffee table as she recalls the madness of this past few weeks. Everything had happened so fast. She laughs; of course it would with him around. He was the definition of speed and she scolds herself for forgetting that.
Crossing her legs as she reaches for the cold drink that he had poured for her, Rogue smiles to herself. Tonight will bring her all that she has craved for so long. And it was all thanks to that little brawl between the X-men and the Avengers a few weeks ago.
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Weeks ago:
Tony Stark took to buying a massive nightclub for his fellow heroes to celebrate their recent defeat of the big bad Loki. Everyone came for the open bar, from Ant-man to Wolverine. The heroes left their uniforms home while bringing an extra ounce of charm and flirtation to the dance floor. Rouge hadn't planned on coming, but Storm insisted.
"It will be fun!" Storm had said.
"Not for me." Rogue replied.
As soon as they arrived Storm took to spotting her prey for the night. Dancing circles around the ever clueless Hercules, the white haired woman made a point of keeping other women at arm's length. Sadly, Rogue was included on the list of other women.
The Southern beauty marched herself to the V.I.P. lounge where not a soul sat. Everybody was busy interacting near the bar. Flirting, exchanging numbers and scandalously rubbing against each other in the name of dancing. Free flowing drinks were a sure sign of bad choices to come. Within seconds, the bad choices arrived when Nightcrawler's hand landed on the behind of a terribly drunk Black Widow. The upscale Nightclub began to resemble a Southern bar fight on any given Friday night, once the brawl started. This was more to Rogue's liking as she got to her feet when punches flew.
The Southern-Belle slipped off her gloves and hooked them into her belt before moving to the dance floor. She ached for skin to skin contact but knew no one in their right mind would dare touch her. This fight between the two heroic teams allowed her the opportunity to do as she pleased. She giggled as her fingers grazed Iron Man's forehead, to which he fell to the ground.
Next was Beast, Hawkeye, Wolverine, Spiderman, Nightcrawler, The Scarlet Witch then suddenly Rogue's wrist was grabbed. In utter shock she turned to the person who dared stop her parade. First she smirked as Quicksilver was starting to react to her touch. His grip was on the exposed flesh of her wrist. A menacing look on his features, apparently he hadn't liked Rogue going about touching everyone especially his twin with her infamous hands. The Southerner was a patient woman this would only take a second or two before he landed on the floor, like his colleagues.
His gaze was set on hers when he soon returned her smirk with one of his own. A strand of his white hair covered his right eye as he pulled the bewildered beauty closer. His lips pressed a kiss to her cheek before whispering to her;
"X-man, it appears you're not off limits to this Avenger." Pietro chuckled lightly then vanished from her sight.
That night Rogue wiggled into her bed to dream of pleasurable encounters she'd long thought impossible. She once hope that her and Remy might make love, though knew that wasn't a possibility with her absorbing touch.
Sliding her digits down her neck and over her breasts Rogue dreamed like she had before, but now the man that she imagined on top of her feminine figure had white hair and a flare for upsetting others.
She'd drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face and an ache in her body for a man she'd never considered before.
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