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AN: Sorry about the long wait between chapters!
SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX!
Now that I have your attention… Okay, before people bombard me with reviews calling me a pervert or hentai, everyone involved in sexual situations are of legal age. Yes, there is some naughtiness (*cough* sexual situations *cough*) in this chapter so if that offends you please stop reading. (Don't know why you'd be in the M rating area anyways.) And no flames about it please, you've been warned!
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Black Coffee
Possibilities
By therapist
The morning started off like any other. Her iPhone set off at 5, with Freddie Mercury's voice crooning her into waking. After a quick shower, she head into the kitchen for breakfast. The boys were there already, chowing noisily and stopped as she entered the kitchen. She stopped as they stared. Giving them a glare got them to focus on their food, in the meantime her hand checked the zipper of her jeans. Nope, my fly's not down. Catching the reflection from the microwave, she didn't see any pimples or anything else that warranted the staring. With cereal poured, she sat next to Pietro, whom looked away from her. Finding it suspicious that he was avoiding her stare, she moved closer to him.
"Wow, look at those cabinets," Pietro remarked, still ignoring her.
"Didn realize Mags put in de metal cabinets," Remy remarked.
"Ai mate, must've been last week," Pyro added.
"Sabretooth and Piotr installed it last week Wednesday," she chimed in. The boys stopped talking to look at her again. Fed up with their odd behavior, she dropped the spoon in her empty bowl. "What is it with ya guys today?"
"Oh look at the time," Pietro said, looking at his watch. He washed his dish and left before she could stop him. Remy used that distraction to slip out, leaving her with John. John chuckled nervously, as she waited for an answer.
"I gotta shit," he stammered, running out. She watched him disappear, perplexed.
They were really acting odd but those thoughts escaped as she realized what time it was. "Shit!" Throwing the cup into the sink, she took off toward the training room. Training with Emma was bad, but the one time she was late, it turned into torture. Despite all that she was learning, she dreaded these sessions. Emma pushed her to the brink, physically and mentally. She wracked her brain, trying to look for the source of Emma's hate, which seemed to be mostly focused on her. Well there was that time I walked in on her and Remy's…intimate training. Perhaps that was why, if not then she was out of ideas.
She arrived a few minutes early, luckily. Hoping to meditate before the grueling session, she could feel her nervous energy bubbling in my chest. Picking a corner, she sat with her back resting against the wall, legs crossed. With a few deep breaths, she felt her body relaxing, her mind going blank.
Her ears picked up footsteps and a door opening. Peeling open her eyes, she turned to toward the doorway. Remy stood perched against the doorframe, watching. Her eyes roamed over his Lycra suit, noting how it defined every dip. No, must not let his nice sculpted muscles distract me. Was he flexing? Indeed, he was, realizing that he caught her staring.
She scrambled to her feet, trying to fight the blush that she knew was evident. Her obvious bodily reactions around him frustrated her. One moment she would be cool and collected but as soon as he enters the room, she was reverted to a hormonal teenager with no control of her emotions. Trying to rein in her speeding heart, she saw his eyes roved over her body deliberately pausing at her chest. Her face heated up again, this time in anger. He grinned as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Whaddya want LeBeau? Ah have a training session with Emma soon," she said. She hoped he didn't hear how her voice quivered.
He chuckled, telling her that he did. He fluidly removed his trench coat, drawing her eyes to resume ogling. She forced herself to bring her gaze up to his face, which was smirking at her. "Like wha' y' see?"
Her face burned again. "Ya wish LeBeau and stop dodging. Why are ya here?"
He sighed dramatically. "Seems like yo' fighting skills are a bit rusty so Mags asked Remy t' teach you de basics again."
His tone irritated her and she fixed him with a glare. "Ah don't need your help."
"Really? Care t' prove it petite?"
Despite her head telling her to say no, "You're on!" escaped her lips. He flashed a grin, one that read 'you're so screwed now'.
"Want t' make it a bit more interesting?"
"Sure." She wanted to glue her mouth shut.
He tapped his chin in thought. "Ah, Remy knows how t' make dis more interesting. A date perhaps?"
"Ya want a piece of fruit if ya win?" She couldn't help it; her mouth has a mind of its own. She refers it to verbal diarrhea; it's quite uncontrollable sometimes and often left a mess.
He chuckled. "Non, Remy wants you." He pinned a heated look at her, stopping the retort. The way his voice dropped, all husky, sent shivers through her body. He stalked toward her, crossing the space within two strides.
She backed up, stopping as her back hit the wall. Crossed between fleeing and wondering how far this would go, her body won out and she allowed Remy to trap her. He placed both arms to each side, his face hovering dangerously close to hers. Warning bells sounded off in her head yet, her body was rebelling, forcing her to stay there instead of fleeing.
"Remy wants you," he repeated. His voice was low and soft, yet, she heard clearly and it kick started her hormones. He's a player! That statement echoed in her mind, yet, her lust dulled it to a mere whisper.
"Remy," she whispered, her body leaning into him. Even though she was scared, she was tired too. Tired of always playing it safe. This incredibly good looking man wanted her and she was willing to bear the risks, even if that meant hurting herself in the end. For once, she wasn't overthinking things and just letting it play out.
He dipped his head, placing a ghost of a kiss on her lips. Remy's errant thoughts flitted into her mind. She blushed as his not-so-innocent thoughts of her played in her mind. Yet, they did a number on my body. She could feel herself growing hot, especially below the waist. A moan escaped her lips and she cursed her betraying body.
He chuckled, his chest bumping into hers. When did he come so close? She could smell him, a mixture of cologne, cigarettes and something that she could only describe as male. He was too close but like before her body wouldn't protest it. He leaned in again and she couldn't help but tilt her head toward him. His lips missed hers, heading toward her ear.
"Remy likes de way you taste," he whispered, tickling her ear. "Wonder if de rest of you taste de same."
With his thoughts racing through her mind and his words conjuring all kinds of ideas, she couldn't help but moan. Needing no more encouragement, his hands began exploring her body. She held onto his bicep, her knees feeling weak. As a hand touched the underside of her breast, her knees gave out. She cried in surprise and he as well, as they tumbled onto the mat. The fall rattled her nerves, breaking the lust-induced haze. As she untangled herself from him, she could feel her body cooling off.
Finally separating, he threw a grin at her. "Remy knew dat he was good, but he never had a woman fall to dere knees before de sex started."
She looked at him, feeling mortified at her behavior. She never had her body respond this way, even worse she acted like Emma! What happened to her head? This was the sort of behavior that she expected from Emma, not herself. Despite how horrified she felt, a small part of her was flattered and proud that someone like Remy wanted her. She scrambled to her feet and placed a good distance between them. She didn't know what to say. Um, thanks for the fun time but now I'm too embarrassed to do anything? It's not you; it's me? Your hands are good but I think it's time to get back to work? They all sounded horrible, so she kept silent.
As if sensing her mood, he kept his distance. "Well?"
"Well what?" She snapped back. She winced as he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Is de bet still on?"
She groaned. How could he think about that when I'm feeling like this? "Ah guess. What do Ah get if Ah win?"
He gazed up in surprise. "Remy didn't t'ink of dat one. Well, in de case if y' do win, t'ough it is highly unlikely, Remy will not bother y' during training anymore."
Not really hearing his words, she nodded. He held out his hand and she shook it. Before releasing her hand, he brought it to his lips. The warmth seeped through her gloves and brought another round of blushing to her face.
"Remy hopes dat he wins," he murmured. He dropped her hand and crossed to the other side of the room. She snapped out of my reverie as he began to stretch. He touched his toes, giving her an eyeful of his backside, his muscled delicious backside.
Feeling drool collect, she turned away from him and began her own stretching. She threw herself into the stretches, mostly to keep herself occupied and not to stare at Remy's butt. I wonder what kind of workouts he does to get it into that shape? Maybe he could show me one day…
"Jesus!" she cried, earning a strange look from Remy. It was starting already. "Let's get started." She announced, not wanting her traitorous mind to continue down that slippery slope.
Remy stood up and stretched rather languidly. Her eyes traced his pectoral muscles, down to his abs and to his 'fuck lines'. I wonder what he looks like naked… She blushed as visions of Remy naked danced in her head. She might have to take a closer look at Remy's memories; he definitely seemed the type to admire his naked self. Shaking her head and those images, she assumed a battle stance.
He jumped up and down, shaking out his arm muscles. Without warning, he lunged. She threw up her arm, blocking his punch. He grinned at her, making her stomach flutter. The red of his eyes glowed causing her heart to beat rapidly in her chest.
"Oof!" The mat hit her butt. Remy stood over her, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. Bastard. She kicked her legs, grinning as they collided with Remy's, sending him to the mat too.
"Remy still wins."
"Whaddya do to meh?" The flutter of her heart finally slowed down but she could still feel the aftereffects on her body. "Ya did do somethang right?"
"De first lesson of battle is to expect de unexpected. Remy jus' teaching y' a lesson."
"Meaning that ya cheated," she shot back.
"If you say so, but Remy still won de date." She could hear his smile and she could feel her own smile growing on her face.
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Raven, is this what you wanted? Irene wondered again if she was doing the right thing. Without Raven next to her, she would admit that she was lost.
She knew what Rogue done to her lover. Raven knew what she was going to do too. Yet, Raven didn't waver from her course, continuing to befriend Rogue even if it led to her demise. She had argued with Raven, pleaded for her to stop. The woman was stubborn and nothing she said could sway her.
Despite everything, Irene believed now that Raven had done the right thing. If she hadn't done all of that, Rogue would have died. However, that knowledge didn't ease the pain of losing Raven. They might of saved their daughter but at what cost? Raven was dead and Rogue lost all of her memories. All their work was for naught.
Raven assured her that after Apocalypse release that everything would be right. She was glad that Raven wasn't alive to see how wrong she was. Irene had nothing left. Her daughter didn't know that she existed and now in the hands of someone who didn't give a damn about her.
Her last vision, the one of Rogue and the mansion, scared her. She watched in horror as Rogue attacked her teammates, her friends. A knife stabbed into her heart as Xavier pulled out Cerebro. She knew what was going to happen. She didn't need her visions to tell her what was about to pass. As Rogue cried and fell to her knees, the vision faded. Panicked, she tried in vain to see what happened to Rogue. All she received for her effort was haze.
She panicked and her mind went back to what Raven told her.
Raven whispered the numbers in her ear. Irene looked at her, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
"Repeat the numbers love."
Irene repeated the numbers back. Raven hand intertwined with hers, giving it a light squeeze. She then realized that it was a phone number.
"I must stress that those numbers that you've just repeated are to be dialed only in the direst of situations."
Her tone scared her and she held onto her hand tighter. "Raven…"
"Know that soon all that we've been working for will be complete. I believe in you and your visions…meaning that I will be gone."
Her chest tightened. Raven never admitted that before, saying that her visions were nothing more than 'coincidences'. They haven't talked about her last vision, the one of Raven's death. "That will not come true."
Raven sighed. "That number is Erik's line. If you need help and you have no other options, call that number."
"But I thought-"
"We are enemies, make no mistake of that. But, I know that if we asked for his help, he will not turn away."
Irene nodded, resigned. She could never say no to Raven or get her to change her mind.
"He will do it but for a price."
Not knowing what happened to Rogue and with no way to find out, without thinking, she dialed the number. She didn't know what to say. How does one address an enemy, seeking help from said enemy?
When he answered, she almost hung up. The image of Rogue stayed her hand. She opened her mouth and the words poured out. As she explained on the phone, she could hear the wheels in his head turn. He remained silent long after she finished and she wondered if he'd hung up. Soon after, he spoke. As he explained his terms, her heart dropped. If he asked for money, her services, she would have been fine with it. Yet, he was asking her to give up her daughter.
"We can let her die," he said, as if sensing her hesitation through the phone.
That did it for her. "Fine," she whispered.
Now here she was, wondering again why she agreed. Soft footsteps interrupted her thoughts. From her footfalls, she knew it was Rogue.
"Rogue," she voiced.
The footsteps stopped. "Irene?"
Not wanting the girl to flee, she launched into rehearsed speech. "I need to speak to you about Magneto. Before you say anything, please allow me to say all that I need to say." The girl remained silent and she continued. "He is not who he says he is. He is lying to you and using you. I am partly to blame for that, for allowing that monster to use you."
"What are ya talking about?"
"Do not believe all that you know. They are lies Rogue, meant to sway and control you."
Wood scraped against the floor as, she assumed, Rogue took a seat. "Listen, Irene. You're not making any sense. What do ya mean?"
"My child. They lie to you. Erik didn't save you from the orphanage when you were a child nor did your mother beat you."
The chair scraped and she could hear Rogue's breath coming in short gasps. "How did ya know about that?"
Irene struggled with the words. This wasn't going as she planned and she felt Rogue beginning to panic. She stretched out her hand in Rogue's general area, hoping to placate the woman. "It matters not. Only know that they're lies."
"Ah think it fucking matters." Her voice was sharp; this was not good. "Ya tell me that all mah memories are lies? They ain't! They happened, Ah know they did."
"Memories can be changed or lost."
Rogue seemed to grasp the meaning of her words for her breathing changed. "They couldn't do that."
"They did dear." A door slammed and Irene cursed. "I can't explain it all to you tonight. You'll have to wait till next week."
"Why so long?" she cried. Irene could hear footsteps approaching closer.
"I will be gone and as soon as I come back, I will seek you Rogue." With that, she shuffled out of the kitchen, passing the intruder. Fur tickled her shin and she could feel her heart race. Sabretooth. I hope his hearing isn't as good as they said it was.
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"Why are we here?" Rogue asked Pietro, spooning the last drop of ice cream into her mouth. Pietro glanced at her. She seemed intent on getting everything out of the cup. Seems some things never change. The short time that Rogue spent at the Brotherhood, he discovered her love of the creamy confection. Anytime they did have the sweet in the freezer, it was gone by next morning thanks to Rogue. He wondered where she put it, his eyes tracing over her figure.
"Well I figured you wanted a break from everything," he replied, finally peeling his eyes away from her body. It was partly true. The woman seemed stressed and distracted this morning, not a great combo when martial art training. "When I almost took off your head when I punched you, I decided that a break would be nice."
Rogue rubbed her jaw. The swelling went down and he could see the discoloration starting. "Thank ya…Ah guess." Silence lapsed between them. "Why are ya being so nice to meh? You've never liked meh Pietro; ya made no secret about it," she blurted.
Pietro inwardly cursed. Fucking Emma and her stupid memories. When Emma informed them of what she did to Rogue, she gave vague descriptions of the memories. She mentioned nothing of his supposed dislike of her. Thinking fast, he came up with what he hoped was a plausible lie. "Well I know I've never been nice to you but I was hoping we could make a fresh start, since we are going to be spending a lot of time together with training and other stuff."
She looked at him hard and as time ticked on by, he could feel the sweat starting to gather on his forehead. "Okay," she said after what seemed like eternity.
"Okay? That's it?" He was expecting her to think about it and then demand some ridiculous compensation for all of her suffering. He was surprised that she didn't put up a fight.
"Don't think that Ah've forgiven all that nasty stuff ya did to meh," she said, her face turning hard. "Ah will think of someway ya can pay meh back."
He chuckled at that last sentence. There's the Rogue that I know. Though she had new memories, he could see traces of her old self. For one, her attitude was still the same. That sass and smartass mouth hadn't disappeared.
While traces of the old Rogue haven't been purged, there are other aspects that have seemed to disappear. There was sadness in her eyes before despite how hard she tried to hide it. It was gone now and he hoped that it wouldn't come back.
"Ah was thinking ya can do mah laundry this week," she said, breaking him from his musings. "
He waggled his eyebrows. "If you wanted to show off your panties, I prefer you to model for me." That made him thinking of her, prancing around in a pair of cheeky shorts. She looks like a cheeky sort of girl…maybe even a thong.
Her face flushed and she slugged him in the arm. "Pervert!"
"So boy shorts or a thong?" he asked, earning another punch. If possible, her blush deepened. "Ah…I see. Commando. I knew it."
A burst of laughter erupted from her, a sound that he wasn't used to hearing.
"Rogue!" a girl cried. They turned away from each other and looked back. Pietro cursed as he saw Kitty running toward them. Rogue stood and he had a crazy thought Rogue was going to embrace the girl. Instead, she dropped her cup and fixed into a battle stance. Kitty slowed down as she looked at her former friend. "Rogue?"
"What do you want Pryde?" she spat. Kitty gasped at Rogue's harsh tone. Now a few feet away from her, Pietro could see the hate behind Rogue's eyes. Kitty's eyes settled onto him and he watched as it widened dramatically.
"Rogue," she started slowly. "Where have you been?"
"What are you talking about? Don't pretend as if we've ever been friends Kitty. Now what do you want? Where are the rest of the X-Geeks?"
Pietro noticed that they were being watched and he made his way over to Rogue, grabbing her elbow.
"Let her go Maximoff!"
Shit!
Scott pushed through the crowd and pulled up next to Kitty. His hand went up to his glasses.
The day was tumbling downhill and he knew this was going to end badly. Not only did he disobey his father and brought Rogue outside but now the X-Men knew who had her. He was in for it now.
"I should have known that it was Magneto behind the kidnapping."
Rogue tossed a confused look to Scott then to Pietro. He caught her looking and tried to erase the panicked look on his face.
"Look, were not looking for trouble Summers. Just enjoying ice cream and that's all," he said. He gazed around quickly, noticing that the crowd was backing away from them, sensing the danger ready to boil over.
"Rogue, where have you been?" Scott asked.
"What the hell is wrong with guys? We've been enemies for years, so stop pretending that we were friends and all."
Pietro decided that this needed to stop now and he slugged Scott, hard. His face whipped hard, knocking his glasses askew. He pushed Rogue to the ground as Scott's beam cut through the air. Glass shattered and debris fell on top of them. He pulled the woman to her feet right as Kitty was handing Scott back his glasses.
Crap.
He dashed to his left, in time to avoid a beam. Rogue thrust out her hands, sending Scott flying. He knocked into the wall, slumping unconscious.
"Rogue, stop it!" Kitty yelled. Rogue ignored the woman, sending her flying as well.
Pietro grabbed Rogue and hauled her into his arms. He zipped off, only stopping when he felt he was at a safe enough distance. He set her onto her feet then dropped to his knees, panting. That was the farthest that he'd ever carried someone before and his body burned as a result.
"What was their problem?" she panted. Pietro glanced at her and saw that she looked just as drained as he felt. Remembering Emma's explanation of Rogue's new powers, he deduced that throwing two people was well beyond her means and her body shook as a result. Not knowing what to say, he shrugged.
"Had a fun time?"
Pietro's heart jumped. He recognized the voice and groaned. He looked up at Sabretooth, who grinned at the pair.
"Jesus Christ Victor. You scared the shit out of me," he said. When he saw Sabretooth at the mall, he knew the man would follow them. He didn't know exactly why he was there at the mall but he could think of several reasons, all involving his father.
Victor's sight switched from him to Rogue. Pietro could see a shift in behavior, while he was teasing before, now he was hunting.
Rogue straightened up and eyed him warily. "Hello Victor."
He heard a slight quiver in her voice and Victor's smile told him he did too. Who could blame her? Victor was gazing upon her like a piece of meat, his smile revealing a sharp fang. "Hello Rogue," he purred.
Rogue shivered and gave Pietro a pleading look. Pietro stepped into Sabretooth's line of sight, blocking him from the woman. "What do you want Victor?"
Victor gazed at him, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Nothing, just saying hello."
"You've said hello so beat it."
Victor leaned to the left, catching Rogue's eyes. "I had a nice chat with Irene last night…" he let the words hang. Her eyes widened. "She told me some very interesting things."
Pietro glanced at Rogue; her face was one of shock.
Seems like our seer has been doing nightly visits, even when father forbidden it. He told his father that keeping Irene would be bad for them. His father silenced him and kept his mouth shut. Perhaps this would teach him a lesson.
If Victor didn't tell his father then he would not as well. His father was a great leader, just like Napoleon and just like him, he too will fall. The man was too stubborn and arrogant. Pietro had ideas, well thought out ideas but his father didn't want to hear such 'rubbish'.
"Would you like to hear what we talked about pet?" Victor asked, bringing his attention back to the pair. Rogue had stepped away from Pietro and gazed upon the furry man with distrust. "Perhaps we can set up a meeting, just you and me."
Thinking of Rogue alone with that beast boiled his blood. "Like hell she's gonna to spend time with you!" he shouted, surprising everyone, even himself.
Rogue shot him a small thankful smile before turning back to Victor. "Fahn, just tell meh when."
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Scott and Kitty limped up the last bit of stairs. The door opened before his hand reached the knob. There stood Logan looming in the doorway and a he did not look happy. Logan glared at the pair, his arms crossing menacingly in front of his broad chest. "Have fun at the mall?"
Scott groaned in response, shouldering past the man and into the living room. The Professor was there, next to Ororo. He looked angry but Scott didn't give a shit anymore. He walked past them, his eyes focused on the floor.
"Scott?"
He was at the base of the stairs and he stopped mid-step. He faced his mentor, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
"What happened today?" Xavier asked. Logan pointed to the sofa where Kitty was already sitting down. He sighed and limped back to the sofa. Flopping down, he didn't immediately answer, thinking about what he was going to say.
Kitty beat him to the punch. "She's with them."
The atmosphere changed instantly, everyone alert and tense.
"Rogue?" Ororo asked.
Kitty didn't respond, the look on her face said everything. The group remained silent, each digesting the new information.
"How did she look?" Logan asked. Scott gazed at the man, his face stony yet his eyes looked almost wet. "Was she okay?"
"She's fine Logan. Walking and talking with Pietro like everything's normal," Scott explained. He shot a look to the Professor. "Then when Kitty called her and asked her where she was, she looked at us like we were crazy."
The relieved look on the Professor's face made him sick. He turned away from him, biting his cheek to stop him from lashing out at the man.
"What did she say exactly Kitty?"
Scott almost laughed at that. The fact that the Professor asked Kitty wasn't lost upon him. Before she could answer, he interrupted, "She said that we've been enemies for years and to stop pretending like were friends. Now why would she say something like that?" he added the last part to spite Xavier.
The look Xavier sent him could have peeled paint but he returned it with a fierce look of his own.
"I don't understand," Logan said. Scott looked at the older man; he did indeed look confused. Ororo shifted gathering Scott's attention. Her usual calmness gone, she looked panicked and ill. Good, let them stew in their misery.
His fatigue, pain of losing Jean and his anger crashed over him. "Rogue doesn't remember us because the Professor wiped her memories clean."
Kitty gasped and swung her head to look at the Professor.
Logan's face grew dark. "Chuck, tell me you didn' do it." Xavier remained silent, his furious face locked with Scott's. "Whyja do it Chuck?"
The pain his Logan's voice broke through Xavier's stony face. He sagged into his chair, his face haggard. His head dropped into the cradle on his hands and for the first time in his life, Scott heard the great Professor Charles Xavier weep.
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AN: I just read the 'rules' of again and while I was gone they implemented the rule of no responding to reviews. When I first wrote, all those years ago, we could do it and I liked it. It allowed us to thank the reviewers and answer their questions. Since I don't want to be on their shit list, I have no choice but to obey their commands. Don't worry; I will still thank everyone that writes but just not individually. However, if you do have a question, I will still answer it.
AN²: I figure I add a little spice in Rogue's life. I don't know for sure if she's going to end up with him or anybody for that matter.
- 'Fuck lines' are the lines that are on the waist (think Brad Pitt in 'Fight Club') below the abs, if you're wondering.
June 6, 2013
Added some content and edited a few things.
Thank you for reading
therapist
