Chapter Ten: Grand Finale
A/N: Massive smuttiness alert. Don't like, don't' read. Seriously, you should really be of age before you read this; it's easily the smuttiest stuff I've ever written. Those of you old enough: Enjoy!
Rogue walked up the stairs and headed straight for her room. She was tired and wanted nothing but to crawl up in bed, pull the sheets over her head and fall asleep. When she saw Jubilee standing in the middle of the hallway she sighed out loud. It didn't look like she was getting to bed anytime soon.
"Hey Rogue," Jubilee said in a whisper. Rogue frowned.
"Hi again," she said in a whisper mimicking the other girl's. When Jubilee managed to keep her voice to a whisper it meant that something was up. "You know, ah'm really tired, ah think ah'll just go to sleep now."
"But you can't go inside there now! Why don't you come to Siryn and mine's room? We could totally have a sleepover."
Rogue got the feeling that something wasn't right. "Ah'd love to, but ah'm really tired and would prefer mah own bed."
"But you don't want to go in there now!"
Rogue looked at Jubilee and frowned. It was so obvious that something was up, and she just wasn't in the mood to play these games. "Why don't ah want to go in there now Jubilee? What are ya hiding from me?"
"Nothing at all!"
"Then why won't ya let me go into mah room?"
Jubilee looked down and rolled her bottom lip into her mouth, obviously trying to decide what to say. In the end she burst out with it. "Because-Bobby-just-came-over-to-visit-Kitty!" Jubilee said it so fast it took Rogue a moment to decipher the words. When she did she just stared at the younger mutant. Kitty had taken Bobby to their room when she knew she would come back tonight? That was just bad manner wasn't it? There was no way she could go in there now. She was starting to feel angry. Kitty had no right to do that; it was Rogue's room as much as Kitty's.
Rogue turned around swiftly and set off down the hallway. She kept on going even if Jubilee ran after her.
"Rogue, where are you going? My room is that way if you want to sleep over," she said, and Rogue slowed down.
"Thanks for the offer, but ah have someone else ah'm going to visit." Rogue stopped completely and looked at Jubilee. She looked confused, but that didn't last long, and her face soon lit up in a big grin.
"You are going to Warren ain't you," Jubilee stated more than actually asked. Rogue shrugged.
"That's really none of your business now is it?"
Jubilee lifted her hands as if she was defending herself, but her still ever so present smile showed off just how amused she was. "Hey, can't blame a girl for asking. You just go ahead, and I'll just walk back to my room, and not tell Siryn about it at all." Her smile widened even more, and with a small wink she turned around and started off towards his room.
"Give him a kiss for me won't ya?" she heard Jubilee yell after her, but she ignored it. If Warren was getting any kisses it would be all from her.
Rogue couldn't help but to smile as she walked down the deserted hallway. Trust Jubilee to get her in a good mood. She was glad that she had at least one good friend. She had used to consider Kitty her best friend, but that was just not the case anymore. Even though Rogue had given Kitty her blessing to be with Bobby a good friend would have known enough not to bring him back to the room they shared and fuck him there. That was just inconsiderate and plain mean.
But Rogue decided not to dwell on that too much. She knew she couldn't keep on living with Kitty, she would just end up doing something she would regret, but she was not going to stress with that tonight. All she really wanted was to go to Warren and tell him all about it and then snuggle up in his arms.
She hoped he wouldn't be annoyed with her disturbing, but she needed somewhere to sleep, and this would just be the perfect excuse to spend the night with him. It wasn't like they hadn't shared a bed before, so she hoped he wouldn't mind much. And if he did she would just find a couch to sleep on, or possibly take Jubilee up on the offer to stay with her and Theresa.
When she stood in front of Warren's door she took a deep breath and knocked gently. A few seconds later she heard shuffling from inside and the door slid open. Warren peaked out, and as he saw her he frowned slightly.
"Rogue. Is there anything wrong?" He opened the door wider, so Rogue could see all of him. It was quite obvious that he had been getting ready for bed. His jeans had been switched with pale blue pyjama pants, and he had obviously just put his shirt back on. It wasn't buttoned all the way up, and there were no sign of the t-shirt he had wore earlier. Rogue got a sudden urge to slide her hands over the small exposed expanse of his chest, and had to bite her lip to concentrate.
She forced her eyes away from his chest and looked up at his face. "No, nothing's wrong. It's just that Bobby is visiting Kitty." She couldn't quite keep her emotions out of her voice, and she knew it sounded bitter and hurt, but she just didn't care.
"Visiting like talking, or visiting like, you know, doing it in your room right now?"
"Well, ah didn't exactly peek in to check, but ah would think the later."
"Oh Rogue, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
Rogue shrugged, trying to appear casual. Her face betrayed her, and she knew it.
Warren reached out to her and pulled her into a hug, and she melted into his embrace. Her arms were pinned in between their bodies with her palms flat against his chest, and his arms were wrapped tightly around her shoulders. His head rested on top of hers where she nuzzled it against his neck.
It felt so good to be this close to him, and she wished she could stay in his arms forever. It was as if all of her anger and hurt and pain just dripped away, replaced by utter content.
As he pulled away he kissed her forehead, and Rogue looked up. His face was set in a sheepish grin, and Rogue frowned. "Why are ya smiling like that for? Do ah have something on mah face?"
Warren shook his head. "There isn't anything wrong, not at all. I'm just happy, that's all."
Rogue smiled. "Ah'm happy as well, ah really am."
Warren looked down at her, and he just wished she could stay in his arms forever. He leaned closer and kissed her. It was just a gentle brush of lips, but it meant everything to him. He had been attracted to Rogue from the first time he saw her, but this wasn't simply attraction or lust, although it was both of those as well, this was something else, something deeper that might just develop into true love if they gave it time.
He used his leg to close the door behind them, he just didn't want anyone else to see or hear them, this was all just to intimate, and was meant just for them.
"Rogue," he said and let his arms slide from her back so that both of his hands cupped her cheeks. "I'm madly in love with you. I wish I could just stay here with you in my arms for the rest of my life."
For a moment she just looked at him, her green eyes wide, almost questioning. He hoped he hadn't frightened her away, but he just had to say it, had to tell her how he felt, how she made him feel. Then a smile burst over her lips, and she went up on tiptoe and kissed him.
It was almost chaste, but she didn't pull away afterwards, only pulled her arms around his neck and hugged him. Her lips were so close to his ear that he could feel her breath flutter over it as she talked. "Ah'm madly in love with ya as well. Ah can't think about anything other than ya, and whenever ya are near ah just want to hug ya, to kiss ya, and be with ya."
Her warm breath sent goosebumps down his back, and he wanted her so much. Wanted to have her in his arms forever, and never letting her go.
His arms had dropped down to hang limply by his side as she hugged him, but now he raised them, and slowly let them trail over her back.
She pulled away enough so their lips could meet in a kiss, and there weren't anything chaste about this. It was all lips and tongues and lust. He wanted her so badly it almost hurt. Without really thinking about it he stepped forward, forcing Rogue to back up until her back was pressed up against the wall next to the door. Warren rested one hand against the wall next to her head, and the other he had planted in her hair, pulling it away from her face to keep it out of the way.
Rogue moaned into the kiss. This was just what she wanted, to feel this passion, this heat, this love. Just be with him. Her hands didn't seem to hold still, and fluttered across him, caressing his hair, his neck, his wings.
Their bodies were plastered together, not even in inch of air between them, and Rogue could feel the proof of him being very happy to be there with her growing harder against her stomach. She didn't mind at all, in fact she loved the fact that it was she that had this effect on him. She moved her hips slightly, pushing against him, and she could feel him tense up and draw a quick breath.
Rogue pushed away from the wall, and she and Warren walked across the room without either of them really paying any attention to where they were going. They were too caught up in the kiss to notice anything but their mouths and hands until Warren's legs bumped against the bed. His knees buckled, and he fell backwards and ended up sitting on the edge of the bed. His arms rested around her waist, and she had to bend down to reach his lips.
Warren's hands tightened around her waist, and he pulled her closer. She had to follow him onto the bed, and ended up straddling him, her knees balancing on either side of his legs. His arms slid from her waist to her behind, and slowly he leaned backwards, so he lay with his back on the bed. Rogue followed, she didn't want to break the kiss, she just wanted to feel him against her.
Warren broke the kiss so he could catch his breath. "Let's get more comfortable," he said in a hoarse whisper and started to wriggle his way so he could lie with all of his body on the bed, and not just his upper body.
Rogue rolled off him, and used the opportunity when they weren't kissing to pull her hands through her hair and calm down. Things were escalating quickly, and she was fairly certain where this was all going. It wasn't like she was a virgin, she and Bobby had gotten around to that pretty soon after she took the cure, but still, sex was a big deal. It was the most intimate two people could be together.
She looked over at Warren. He was tucking his wings to his back, and leaned back on bed. His hair was tousled, and his cheeks flushed. He turned his face towards her and as she met his eyes she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted to be with Warren, and she wanted nothing more than to share this with him, to be with him in all ways. There was no part of her that was going to regret this.
Rogue crawled over to Warren and lay down next to him. Warren turned over on his side, propping his head on one arm. He lifted his other arm and reached out to her. Gently his fingers brushed over her face, tracing from her forehead, over her nose and her lips. She shuddered as his fingers kept on going, following her jaw and neck, brushing in between her breasts and down her stomach.
Rogue closed her eyes and concentrated on nothing but his hands on her body. Goosebumps erupted as his fingers travelled over her, and even though she was fully clothed it felt so incredible, and she arched into his touch. This just felt so—so right. Bobby had never made her feel the way Warren did now. She just wanted to feel every inch of his skin, wanted to never leave, wanted to be with him.
His hands ended up resting on her stomach, one finger brushing her bare skin where her top had slid slightly upwards.
"I love this top," Warren said with a laugh and Rogue opened her eyes and looked at him. She hadn't put on her cardigan after the trip home, and still wore the top with the generous cleavage. She looked down on herself and flushed.
"I'm quite surprised Logan didn't say anything about it."
Rogue chuckled. "He was probably too angry with ya to really care much or somethin'. Or maybe he just ignored it. Not that ah can see why he would do that but." Rogue frowned slightly.
"Let's just not think about him now okay?" Warren said, and Rouge grinned. Then she pulled his face close and kissed him before he could say anything else. She wasn't really interested in talking right now; there were so much more interesting things to use their mouths to.
While they kissed her hands slid over his chest, and soon she found the topmost of the buttons that held the shirt closed. She popped it open and moved on to the next. Before she got started on the third one his hand caught her wrist. His eyes searched for his, and he fixed his blue eyes to her green ones.
"Rogue, should we really do this?"
"Don't ya want me?"
"Of course I want you Rogue, I've always wanted you, but are you sure you aren't doing this just to get back at Bobby?" Warren couldn't get the nagging feeling that she was just doing it because she was angry with Bobby and Kitty off his chest. He wanted their first time together to be perfect, and be just because of them wanting each other, and nothing else, and before they continued he needed to be sure.
"Bobby who?" she said and popped the third button of his shirt.
"Rogue. I don't want you to rush into something just because Bobby and Kitty are doing it."
"What if ah told ya that ah've wanted this for ages, and it has nothing to do with them? That ah've had problems concentrating whenever ya are near because all ah want to is to taste you skin, run mah hands over it, and be with you in every way possible." Her gaze didn't waver from his, and he could feel relief flow through his body. He felt it exactly the same way, and really didn't want to talk this to pieces and ruin what could be an incredibly moment.
"Works for me," he said and followed her lead, his hands trailing down the edge of her top to her stomach. He had wanted this for so long, to feel her skin beneath his hands like this.
As Rogue finished with the buttons of the shirt she pushed it to the sides to reveal his chest. It was perfectly sculpted, something she already knew, but it was so different now that they were about to be really intimate. She just appreciated it even more. His skin was soft as she dragged her hands over it, but underneath that smooth skin there was nothing but muscles.
She gently dragged her nails down his chest, eliciting a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Warren moaned and closed his eyes as she followed the same path with light kisses. When she finished and pulled away Warren pushed her over on her back and positioned himself so he straddled her thighs. He shrugged off his shirt, and then his hands found their way back inside her top, caressing her stomach as he gently coaxed the top away. She rose so he could pull it off, and as she dropped back on bed he followed and caught her lips. As they kissed his hands kept on exploring her exposed body
Warren's hands were soft, and his touch both gentle ad demanding at once. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the sensation as his hands inched closer to her bra clad breasts. As his fingers brushed the edges of her breasts she arched her back, wanting him so badly it almost hurt. But he was patient and obviously didn't want to rush it.
When his hands finally cupped her breasts and his thumbs flickered over her nipples she moaned of pleasure.
Warren let go of her lips, tracing his mouth over her jawbone to her neck were he kissed a trail of kisses downward, fluttering over her collarbone, and then the mounds of her breasts. His left hand kept on playing with her nipple as the other moved to take her hand in his, fingers entwining next to her head. His mouth took over for the right hand, tongue gently flicking over her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra.
Before she lost herself completely to his touch she braced herself and then used her free hand to push at his chest so he fell on his back. She followed after and this time it was she who straddled him. She took it upon herself to make him feel just as good as he had just made her feel. And, of course, nothing wrong with driving him crazy of lust in the process.
She started at his neck, her lips and tongue taking turns on tasting his skin. Her tongue tracing the edge of his ear before her teeth bit him ever so slightly on the lobe.
"Rogue…" His voice sounded weak, and she took it as a good sign, and continued, following his neck to his chest. He tasted slightly of the salty tinge of sweat, and something uniquely Warren. She quickly made her way over his taut abdomen, leaving a trail of wet kisses, and as she met his pyjama pants she stopped for a moment and let her tongue inch slightly beneath the edge. She looked up and met his eyes, and all she saw there was lust and passion, and she couldn't help but to grin as she grabbed hold of the edge of the pants and started to pull them down. He didn't say anything, only lifted himself off the bed to make it easier for her to pull the pants off.
Slowly she crept towards the foot of the bed, pulling his pants with her.
As she threw the pants away her eyes roamed over his body. He only wore a pair of tight black boxers, and they didn't do much to hide the way she affected him. He looked absolutely stunning, nothing but flawless skin and muscles. He was insanely handsome and Rogue got a bit unsure of herself. She couldn't see why someone like him would want someone like her; he could have just about anyone he wanted. But then he sat up, grabbed hold of her hands, and pulled her on top of him, chasing away all of Rogue's insecurity with one sentence. "God Rogue, I want you so much."
His lips caught her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth, biting ever so slightly. Rogue moaned as he let go and pressed his tongue inside her mouth to meet hers instead.
It didn't take long till the rest of their clothes joined the pile on the floor. Rogue was surprised how little self-conscious she felt. Around Bobby she had always felt so very naked, but now it just felt natural, felt nice.
They were lying next to each other, hands and mouths exploring wherever they could reach. Rogue slid her hands enticingly down his upper body towards the one spot she hadn't touched yet.
As her fingers slid over the smooth skin if his member his eyes clamped shut and he rose slightly from the bed. Rogue took it as encouragement and circled her fingers, moving them in a languid, but still firm matter. Warren's response was a series of incoherent words as he fell back down to bed.
Rogue kept her pace slow as she repositioned herself. Then she stopped moving and only kept a grip around the base of him, and before Warren had time to complain over the stop of movement she replaced her movement with her fingers with her mouth. Warren answered with a new series of incoherent words as she slid her tongue over the tip of him. She thought she could make out a couple of 'oh god' and 'Rogue' and smiled slightly. She loved the effect she had on him.
"God Rogue, you're killing me here," he said after a short while and followed with a quick intake of breath as she flicked over his length with her tongue.
"If you don't stop that I'm going to ruin the fun all too soon," he whispered with a hoarse voice, and Rogue tilted her head up and looked at him. He looked down at her from behind heavy eyelids.
She flicked her tongue over the tip one more time and crawled up. He pulled her into a hug.
"You drive me crazy Rogue," he whispered into her hair. She only smiled sheepishly. "And I love it." he finished and rolled her over.
Warren intended to drive her just as crazy, both for her benefit, and to calm down just a notch. He wanted this to last.
His tongue slid down her neck, between her breasts and over her stomach. He had to use his hands to coax her legs apart, giving him just enough room to slide in between them. He kissed down her hipbone, and soon reached her most intimate parts.
It didn't take long till Rogue was writing underneath Warren's treatment. Her hands were clutching the sheets, and her back were arching off the bed as his tongue flickered over her. Small moans escaped from her lips, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud.
It felt like her entire body was on fire, but it was in a good way, in a very good way.
"Oh mah God, Warren," she moaned as Warren pushed a finger into her. It was all so overwhelming, she felt bombarded by emotions and feelings and pure pleasure.
It didn't take long till Warren brought Rogue, and she bit so hard on her lip she almost drew blood as she writhed like crazy underneath his tongue.
As the spasms calmed down she felt completely limp, like there wasn't a single one of her muscles still working. She couldn't even keep her eyes open, her eyelids felt to heavy.
She could feel the mattress give in slightly as Warren crept up and lay down next to her. One of his hands played with her hair, and she forced her eyes open so she could look at him. He grinned, and Rogue chuckled.
"What is it? Why are you laughing?" he said, a small frown grazing his forehead.
"It's nothing; you just look very pleased with yourself."
"Well, I am! Why shouldn't I be? I'm here with you, and I just got you to scream my name in ecstasy."
Rogue blushed and buried her face in his neck. She had never been good at talking about stuff like this. The fact that Warren had just seen the most intimate parts of her, and the fact that she was still naked in his arms weren't as embarrassing as talking about it. It wasn't very logical, but it was just how it was.
"Come on Rogue," Warren said and kissed her earlobe, "don't go all shy on me now." Rogue bit her lip, and with a sly look on her face that Warren couldn't see she reached down between their bodies and slid her fingers over his member. She was going to show him just how little shy she could be.
He wasn't as hard as he had been, but her fingers soon fixed that.
All the while she worked on him he kept on kissing and nibbling on her neck and ear, sending small sparks through her body to gather in the pit of her stomach. She wanted Warren, wanted to feel him inside her. "Ah want ya Warren, ah want ya now."
"Oh God, I want you too," he whispered, his voice thick with passion, and he rolled away from her, reaching over to his nightstand. Soon he rolled back, a small foil pack in his hand.
"You sure about this?" he asked, his eyes locked on Rogue's. She nodded. "Yeah, ah am."
Warren smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Rogue eagerly met his lips while her hands pulled through his short spiked hair. She heard the sounds of the foil pack being ripped open, and a jolt of anticipation ripped through her. She had wanted this for weeks, ever since that first kiss.
Soon Warren leaned over her, and she spread her legs, making room for him.
Warren rested on his elbows above her, his length positioned by her entrance. He looked down on her and met her eyes. She looked so beautiful, and he leaned in for a kiss. Her arms snuck around his neck, and she pulled him to her. "Please," she whispered into the kiss, and that one word was filled with so much lust and need it drove him crazy. In one languid stroke he pushed himself into her.
Rogue drew a quick breath as he filled her up. He was big, and it was a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure that soon was all pleasure as she got used to him and he started to move. Her hands gripped tight on his shoulders, urging him to move faster.
"Oh my God," she muttered over and over, and writhed underneath him. Warren kept on moving, thrusting in and out of her, his eyes not leaving hers. It was such an intense gaze, filled with so much emotion.
Warren felt himself closing in on his climax, and knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He slowed his pace and leaned in for a kiss. "I'm not going to last much longer," he whispered against her lips.
"Then don't," she said and dug her fingers into his back, pulling him against her. Warren buried his face in her neck, and let go of control, just letting his body guide his thrusts in an increasing pace. It didn't take many thrusts till he felt his orgasm burst forward, and he bit the pillow to keep from crying out as he with one last thrust came.
"Rogue, oh God!" he screamed into the pillow that luckily muffled the sounds. If it hadn't he would have probably woken the entire mansion. Not that he worried much about that now. He wasn't really thinking much at all, it felt like his entire brain had turned to goo, and his body had just stopped functioning. Everything had just blown away with his orgasm, leaving nothing but an empty shell filled with pleasure.
Slowly feeling flowed back in his body, and he became aware of everything. Rogue was still clutching on to him, holding him close to her. The sheets were balled in his fists; he hadn't even noticed grabbing hold of them. He opened his fists, and slowly he pulled out of Rogue, who moaned slightly as he did.
Shaking slightly he rose to his elbows and then he rolled off Rogue. He ended up lying next to her, and he stretched out an arm and pulled her close. Her head ended up on his chest, and he kissed the top of it.
"You are amazing," he whispered and closed his eyes. This night had turned out better than he could have ever hoped for, and he couldn't be happier. He was in heaven, and it felt wonderful.
Rogue rested one hand on Warren's chest, feeling his pulse slowing down as they cuddled. She couldn't stop the big grin that spread on her lips. It was all perfect. She had Warren, and that was all she would ever need. She nuzzled closer to him and soon they both fell asleep.
A/N: So, this was the end of this story. I hope you have all enjoyed it! I've loved writing it at least. I would like to take the opportunity to give a great thanks to everyone that has reviewed the story, or will in the future. You guys are the best, and you inspire me to keep on writing. All the great feedback I've gotten on this story has made me so incredibly happy! Please tell me if you thought this was a decent ending to the story, and feel free to be completely honest. If you thought the entire story stank please feel free to say so. I don't get offended easily.