Rogue, on one knee with Pietro standing beside and behind her twisting her right wrist and keeping her arm strait, dreaded what might be next. "Now my little southern bell" he began with a mix of contempt and desire in his voice "Well not that little I guess" He poked her stomach with his free hand but I'm doing this mostly for you anyway. Pull your other arm out of the mesh shirt and don't try anything that will make me get really nasty."

She reluctantly obeyed gripping the waist of the shirt and pulling it up toward her head. He leaned in a little and told her "The mesh doesn't come off, I just need.. you just need to get one arm free." She pulled the shirt up and could tell he was getting impatient when it caught on her elbow, but she'd never tried to take a shirt off this way before and he wasn't helping.

Her elbow finally came free of the fabric and she felt the cool air against her stomach. She couldn't see the predatory look in his eyes.

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Wolfsbane looked at Bobby surprised by the question.

"Tell me the truth Rahne" he said gently "you let Lance touch you?" There was just a little distain in his voice when he said Lance's name.

She gave a very weak very small nod. Bobby kissed her cheek. He put his left arm around her placing his palm on her back and stepped closer to her putting his right hand between her arms and chest caressing her breast. She blushed more then she had with Lance but didn't resist. "It's ok" Bobby whispered before bringing her close and kissing her lips, again she opened them to her tongue because she knew she was supposed to. She tried not to think about his hand sliding over her breast and put her hands on the sides of his stomach hoping that he'd get bored soon. For Rahne truth or Dare had seemed like it would be a lot more fun than it had turned out to be.

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Sunspot wrapped his arms around Kitty holding her gently but pulling her close to him. He began kissing her lips. Their tongues began circling each other.

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"Ok, Rogue now the undershirt comes up same way. Let me see what you've got."

She started to beg him to stop, to let her go but knew it wouldn't do any good. She grabbed the cotton shirt and pulled her arm out of it trying to keep her breast covered.

"Good girl" now he was talking to her like a dog that had trouble learning basic tricks, her temper flared but he twisted her arm a little more. "Now you can put your arm back through the mesh shirt sleeve."

She obeyed somewhat confused. Suddenly her left arm was free and he had her right wrist and had that arm behind her. "Now wash rinse repeat."

Rogue turned enough to give him an angry glare but he ignored it. "Come on" he tugged at his shirt to remind her what she was supposed to be doing. Once again she freed her arm from the overshirt then the undershirt. "Ok" the desire was clear in his voice "now the arm goes back in. I said now."

She obeyed and felt him grab her hair and pull her onto her back not caring about the pain he caused her. Then he was on top of her with his legs between hers. He ran his palm over her breast now that only the thin mesh was between them his desire was nearly overwhelming. This only lasted about two seconds but for Pietro that gave him time to enjoy. Then before she could try to head butt, him or if she had to kiss him, he gripped her upper arms digging his thumbs in just below the armpits and slid himself down her body until his face was against her breasts.

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He reluctantly got off of her and made her role over onto her stomach. He'd have rather kept her on her back but the risk of her head butting or kissing him was to high, it would be much more difficult for her to fight facing away from him

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Rahne and Bobby took a break from the kiss with his arm still around her and his other hand on her chest. She was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"Are you thinking about him?" Bobby ask.

"What?"

"Were you thinking about Lance?"

"What? No."

"Just wondering. I mean you said you let him touch you and you didn't mind kissing him." There was a little bit of a question in his voice for the second part. She looked away embarrassed but didn't deny it. "You know he doesn't care about you."

"Yeah, I know."

Still caressing her chest he said "I don't understand why, did you two do anything else?" She blushed as bright as her hair. "That means you did." There was disapproval almost a little anger in his voice.

"Rahne, I'm your friend I care about you. Not like him. Tell me the truth."

"He took his shirt off."

"That's not all." Bobby prompted.