That was supposed to be another separate story, but I found it was very close to this one and would fit perfectly. So, I had to made a few little changes and republished it here. I hope you like it.
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Rogue knocked on the metal door twice, and waited till the door got opened to get inside Magneto's study. He was sitting behind his desk, wearing a crimson turtle neck pullover. He never raised his eyes from the papers he was reading. So, she cleared her throat and called him, "Magneto!"
He flipped a paper, and asked her without paying her any attention, "What can I do for you, Rogue?"
She walked to stand just in front of his desk, then had a deep breath and spoke, "I want to go out."
His hand froze on the papers, and he raised questioning eyes to her, "Excuse me?"
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and replied firmly, "I...want to go out."
He moved his body back to rest to his chair, and scanned her for moments. She looked determined in that position, with her white streaks surrounding her face, and brown tresses flowing freely to her shoulders and back. He could tell there was something bothering her. He asked her calmly, waving to her with his hand, "Okay, I'm listening."
She leaned to his desk and hit her hands to it, "I asked Pyro and Multiple Man to take me out. They mocked at me."
He gazed her small hands on his desk for a moment, trying to contain his annoyance, "So, you came to me for...?"
He looked at her confused, and she sighed as she dropped to the chair beside her, "It's my birthday. I wanted to do something different."
She moved her tearful eyes to him, biting her lower lip, "Especially when it's my twenty first birthday day."
He raised his eyebrows, "Aha. I see."
She frowned unable to get what he meant, so he crossed his arms, "No one wished you happy birthday even, did they?"
She twisted her lips, "No one knows."
He shook his head, "What a shame!"
She turned her upper body to him, asking annoyed, "Magneto, are you mocking you too?!"
He was amazed, "Me? Of course not, Rogue."
She pursed her lips and asked him, "So, are you letting me out? I'll go spend some fun time for myself. I don't need a company."
He cocked his head, "You know I wouldn't do that."
She pegged him, "Why? I'm not a member of your Brotherhood. I'm trying to follow your rules as long as I'm here, but I don't have to. Or maybe you don't trust me? You think I would run back to the mansion? It's already far from here, and I don't have to run away."
He shook his head as he rested his hands to his desk, "It's not about trust, Rogue. I just don't want to take any risk."
She shrugged, "What's risky in that? There's no more wars between us and humans."
He looked at his papers again, "Anything could happen. I still remember what happened to you before you agree to come here. I wouldn't take that risk. Charles will blame me for it."
She looked at him, and swallowed the lump in her throat. He kept his eyes on the papers, and she got it. He was ending that conversation. She nodded to herself and got up weakly. No need to stay here now. No more words will change his mind. She turned to leave the room, when he stopped her, "You have anything in your mind?"
She turned to look at him confused, "Excuse me?"
He raised concerned eyes to her, "You said you wanted to get out to celebrate your birthday. Do you have any particular plans?"
She shrugged and flipped her hands, "No, just getting out of here, and doing anything."
He nodded and went back to his papers, "Good. Then, go change, and meet me at the front gate after fifteen minutes."
She looked at him amazed, "What?"
He looked at her again with no patience, "You're not going out with me in those leather pants, Marie. Go, and put on a dress."
She frowned, "You're taking me out?"
He got up and put the papers together, "You have fourteen minutes, Rogue."
She smiled joyfully, and rushed out of the study to her room.
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She reached the front gate after fifteen minutes. Magneto was sitting behind the wheel of the black BMW. She got into the passenger seat, and he gave her a cold look, "You're late."
She smiled embarrassed, "Sorry. Finding a dress is not an easy mission here. I had to borrow it from Callisto."
He scanned her carefully. She raised her brown hair in a pony tail, leaving the white tresses out. She wore a white sundress with small grey and crimson flowers that hid most of the white color. It was knee high, and she wore a pair of white sandals that had straps reaching up to her knees. She looked beautiful, so he dropped it and nodded, "Remind me to buy you a dress, before we come back."
Her face blushed, and she nodded silently. He waved his hand, so the metal gates opened, and he drove them out of his metal fortress. They never talked during the drive, and that gave her time to give him side glances every now and then. He has changed too. He wore a charcoal grey suit, with a crimson button shirt and a matching tie. She smiled for herself, glad at her choice of the dress. Callisto had several dresses, but Rogue chose this one, because she knew he loved those colors. She wanted her dress to match his pullover. She was surprised to see him in a suit.
He noticed her smile and he asked, "What? What's so funny?"
Her cheeks blushed and she shrugged, "I didn't know you would change too."
He gave her a side gaze and replied, "If I'm doing you a favor, I want it a perfect one."
She swallowed. She didn't know if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. He's doing her a FAVOR? Does he see it this way?
She sighed and asked him in a lower voice, "Are you angry with me? You didn't have to do this. We can go back."
His fists tightened on the wheel, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound like I don't want to do it."
Her eyes widened, did he say I'm sorry? Magneto, the Master of Magnetism is apologizing to her?!
He moved his hand to hold hers, "We are here now, because I wanted that, Rogue. You are one of the most talented mutants. And you're one of my family for now. I'll be glad to make your wishes come true."
She bit her lower lip and murmured, "Thank you... sir."
It was a few moments later, and he parked the car in front of one of the biggest restaurants in the city. He got down, while she hesitated for a moment. Are they really getting in this restaurant? Is this why he wanted her to change the leather pants? She looked at her dress, does it match this expensive place?
Her thoughts paused, when she felt the air draft from her right. She turned to see Magneto opening the door for her and giving her his hand. She looked at him puzzled, and he smiled, "Come on, Rogue. Try to forget your hate for me for one night."
She blushed in embarrassment, and gave him her gloved hand. She got off the car, and shivered when he put her little hand on his elbow. He smiled and walked into the restaurant. They were met by an elegant hostess. Magneto smiled at her, "Good evening. There is a reservation for Mr. Erik Lehnsherr."
The girl smiled and nodded, "A table for two. This way, Mr. Lehnsherr."
She walked them to a quiet and darker corner, wished them bon appetite and left. Erik held the chair for Rogue, and she sat down slowly. She was taken by the whole thing. No one has ever treated her this way. Not even him, or Bobby when they were lovers in Xavier's school. She never got into such an expensive place.
She looked at him nervously, when he sat down in front of her, "Don't you think we should have bought that new dress before we got here? I look so..."
He cut her off as he leaned forward, "You look beautiful, Marie. This dress is perfect. I'll ask Callisto if you can keep it. I'll give her money to buy herself another one."
She looked at him confused. He wanted to go buy her a dress tonight? And he would give Callisto money yo buy herself one?! Why does he treat her this way? Why tonight? What made her special to him, just now after a whole month in his fortress? Is it all just because it's her birthday? Is it because she's a gifted and a DANGEROUS mutant?
She couldn't help but ask, "Magneto..."
The cold steal look in his eyes froze her blood, and she paused. He gritted his teeth, "I'm calling you Marie for one night, and you call me Magneto? In such a public place? You want to have a different day, or start a chaos here?"
Her breath ragged and she swallowed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
He held her hands and she shivered, "If you can't call me Erik for one night, then stop naming me and I'll understand you're talking to me, not to some invisible friend with us."
Her vision blurred with tears, and she felt the lump forming in her throat. He started to take the white gloves off her hands, and her eyes widened in panic. She tried to pull her hands back, but his grip was so strong that she thought it might leave bruises to her wrists.
He ignored her fear and continued his action, "If you want to feel different for one night, then you have to leave those aside. You're not wearing gloves while you're having dinner with me."
Her voice came husky and shaken, "I... I might hurt someone."
He raised his eyes to her glowing ones, "I won't let any one get near to you, Marie. And you know your powers doesn't affect me."
She was panting as she watched him folding the gloves and putting them into his pocket. He rubbed the back of her hand, "Relax, Marie. Take a deep breath. You will be fine."
She stared at him in disbelief, till the waiter came to take their order. She pulled her hands fast to rest them on her lap beneath the table. Erik smiled at her and asked her what she'd like to have. They told the man their order and he left. Erik shrugged and smiled, "See? You didn't knock him out."
She sighed, "I'm not used to... you know... all of this."
He nodded, "I know, my young lady. But this is your birthday. Your TWENTY FIRST birthday. And you asked for something different."
She smiled and nodded silently. He smiled back at her and watched her face as her eyes wandered around watching the place. Her eyes were watching the place around her, but her mind was in another place. Did Magneto... Erik just call her his young lady? It's not the first time he called her this way. But, since she left the mansion with him, he's always called her Rogue. Never called her lady again... or his! Is that part of his plan to help her have a different day? He's never been so especially nice to her. He never treated her badly either. He always respected her and saw her as a good soldier. But he was never so nice to her, or any other one of the brotherhood. Of course, except Mystique. She was his second in command and more. They all knew about their past relationship. Sometimes, they even watch her flirting with him. But he never showed real interest. At least not in front of used to spend many hours together in his study, but no one had the courage to ask what they were doing in there. Rogue heard gossips about them having it in the study. But she always wondered, if Mag... Erik is fucking her in his study, why doesn't he take her to his bed? And why does he hide it? He was the leader, no one would ask him or judge him if he fucked every member of the brotherhood.
She felt the hotness of her face, and she knew she was flushing when she heard his voice, "What is so embarrassing, Marie?"
She turned her wide eyes to him. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't reply as she imagined him collecting all the brotherhood in a raw and fucking them all one after another. The arrival of the waiter with their food saved her, and she moved her hands down again unable to break her eyes from his amused ones. He thanked the man and started to eat calmly. She didn't move a muscle and he pointed at her plate, "You should eat, Marie. I doubt you would find any leftover from dinner when we get back to home."
She nodded, and started to eat silently. He watched as she closed her eyes enjoying her meal. He asked her amused, "You like the food?"
She hummed, "Hmm... It's delicious. Much better than what we eat at your home and call food."
He laughed and she looked at him amused. She couldn't remember if she's seen him laughing before. And she felt proud to be the reason of his joy. She took another bite and asked, "You come here often?"
He shook his head, "Not really. But when I feel I missed the real food, I usually come here."
She laughed and leaned forward, "You hate your food too?"
He shrugged, "Who wouldn't? It's horrible. Especially when Raven cooks."
She nodded laughing, "Yeah. She's the worst."
He smiled and took a bite of his food. She pointed to him with her fork, "But I like it when you cook. You're the best."
He smiled and cocked his head, "Thank you. I never thought you liked it."
She nodded, "Maybe because I never thanked you. Sorry for that. But I really enjoy dinner, when you cook."
She waved her hands around them smiling, "Of course not as much as I do now. You should take me with you every time you come here again."
He chuckled, "I shouldn't have told you my little secret."
She leaned at him and whispered, "It's OUR secret now."
He watched her playful face amused, then took a sip of his water. She moved back and looked around them "Can I have a glass of wine?"
His frowned, and replied annoyed, "I hate women who smell like hookers."
She looked at him amazed, and talked confused, "It's just a glass of wine."
He leaned forward, and held her hands firmly, "Alcohol makes us vulnerable, Marie. We are always in danger. We can't let it cloud our thinking. Besides I hate when women smell of alcohol and cigarettes."
She asked hesitated, afraid to make him more angry, "But Mystique drinks. Sometimes she smokes too."
He frowned confused, "We're not talking about her, now, Marie. I'm talking about you."
She looked at him unable to understand what he was saying. He was talking generally about women. Why did he excluded Mystique, and said it was about her? Why doesn't he want her to smell of alcohol or smoke?
She ate with her mind still busy with that. Until she got an idea about it. She raised angry eyes to him, "Listen, Mag... Erik. I'm not a teenager anymore. I'm twenty one. I can drink and smoke whenever I love. And the Professor won't blame you for it."
He raised an eyebrow, "I know how old you are, my young lady. Believe me, it's not about age, or Charles, or even the US laws."
She looked at him dumbly, and asked, "Then why don't you want me to...?"
He cut her off, "Because you are a beautiful creature, Marie. You shouldn't smell disgusting. You should smell as good as you look."
She held her breath and stared at him. He ignored it, and continued to eat. She thought about what he just said. Does he see her beautiful? Does he think Mystique is disgusting, because of how she smells?
She whispered, "I thought you and Mystique are..."
He cut her off again, without raising his eyes of his food, "We're not."
She continued staring at him. She would never understand this mysterious man. She's been training with him for almost a month, and still she can't understand him, although she had some of his memories in her head, from that night on the Statue of Liberty. She swallowed hard at the painful memory, and heard his voice, "Eat, Marie."
She obeyed him quietly, and they kept silent, till the waiter brought them their carbonated drinks after they've finished their food. She sipped her drink slowly, and murmured, "Ma... Erik."
He looked at her, "Yes, Marie."
She smiled at him grateful, "Thank you. For taking me out, and for bringing me here. I really enjoyed it."
He didn't reply, but moved his eyes away from her. She felt puzzled, why did he ignored her? Did she say something wrong again?
He got up and she thought they were leaving. He held her hand and pulled her up to her feet, "Would you like to dance?"
She looked at him confused, "With you?"
He frowned, "Of course, Marie. Did you think I would let any man here lay a hand on you?"
She chuckled, "Of course not. You wouldn't do it. You don't want me to knock anyone down and make a scene."
He frowned annoyed of how she interpreted his words, then pulled her with him to join the couples dancing a few meters away from them.
He pulled her closer to him, and embraced her with his strong arms. She tensed at the sudden contact, very aware of the warmth of his body. She held her breath, and he clenched his teeth, "Your hands, Marie."
She let a breath out, and moved her hand hesitated to his shoulders. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, "Shouldn't I wear my gloves?"
He shook his head, "No, you shouldn't. You're fine. Now, breath."
She just noticed how her breathing was ragged, so she closed her eyes and tried to regulate her breath. He looked at her beautiful face and the white streaks encircling it. His own mark on her. He moved a hand to it and whispered, "Happy birthday, my young lady."
She raised her eyes to his. She was four inches shorter than him, but the high heels made her only shorter with a few centimeters. She looked into his grey eyes. He called her young lady. HIS young lady. For the second time this evening. Why does he treat her differently this night? Why is he so nice to her?
She looked at her hand on his shoulder, and was grateful for him again. He really wanted to make her happy tonight. He wanted to make it a special night as she told him.
They swayed together with the slow music, her body closer to him than ever. And she enjoyed it. The warmth of his strong body made her relax. She was surprised when she found herself leaning her head to rest it to his shoulder and closing her eyes. He pulled her closer tightening his arms around her, and she could feel her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. She had a deep breath, breathing in his hypnotic perfume, and it made her dizzy. She expired, and he closed his eyes when he felt her hot breath against his neck. It's been a while since he was that close with a woman. Raven never stopped her trials to seduce him so they become a thing again. But he never felt affected by her acts. Even when he found her in his bed a few months ago, he refused to touch her and told here they were done with that... forever. But she never stopped.
But this was Rogue. The young and beautiful mutant that joined him after years of being his enemy. After years of his trial to kill her. When he had this truce with the x-men, he and Charles agreed that all their students to be freely moving between the school and his fortress. And when Rogue discovered he can touch her without being absorbed again, she agreed to come to him to find out how he did it. He told her about the magnetic shield he uses around his body. That gave her hope that she can control her deadly skin. He tried to help her, but they failed. They never could touch without that shield. A few days ago, they decided to try another approach. To make her a device she wears that allows her to generate her own shield, so she can touch anyone. And they've been working on it since then.
And now, here she is. Standing between his arms, breathing against his neck. Sending a pleasurable sensation to his nerves. He loved how her body relaxed against his. He knew she had feared him for years. Even when he had that truce with Charles, she always eyed him with panic. Only when his hand came in contact with hers and she didn't feel the usual pull of her power, she started to look at him differently. She could overcome her usual fear of him to learn how to control her power. And he respected that. And now, with them near to end their work together, he couldn't think of her, without considering the day she's leaving to go back to Charles.
This was why he took her out. He wanted that day to be special too. He wanted her to remember it, to remember the days she spent in his fortress.
He couldn't keep that thought in his chest. He moved his mouth closer to her ears and whispered, "Marie."
She felt his hot breath on her sensitive skin behind her ear, and she hummed without moving her head, or even opening her eyes. He asked her with husky voice, "When we finish this device. Will you go back to the school?"
She moved a hand behind his neck, still feeling dizzy of his smell and warm voice, "Yes. That was the plan."
He moved a hand down her back and pulled her closer, "And that plan can't change?"
She approached her face more to his neck, that her lips were brushing against his skin as she talked, "Talk to the Professor."
He smiled, "Does it mean you agree not to go back?"
She nuzzled her nose into his neck seeking a more comfortable position, "They really don't need me. But I will need to go and see them every now and then."
He nodded, "Sure. You are free to go visit them whenever you want. Just someone would give you a ride, then pick you up when you're done."
She nodded, "Good. Now, let me listen to that song."
He cocked his eyebrow and shut down. He couldn't help but listen to the song with her. He couldn't recognize the singer. He stopped listening to songs decades ago. But he liked the lyrics. He thought it was about them. He looked down at the beautiful girl... no, woman between his arms, and met her hooded eyes. She moved her lips with the song, and he felt his heart trembling. What is this young woman doing to him?
Her hand moved to his silver hair on the back of his head, and she moved her fingers through it as she mouthed the lyrics.
You gave me wings and made me fly.
You touched my hand, I could touch the sky.
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me.
You said no star was out of reach.
You stood by me, and I stood tall.
I had your love, I had it all.
I'm grateful for each day you gave me.
Maybe I don't know that much.
But I know this much is true.
I was blessed because I was loved by you.
She kept their eyes locked for a while, till she felt the pricking behind them, and she whispered, "Thank you, Erik. For everything."
He couldn't respond in another way, but pulling her face closer and resting his cheek against her. They stopped their movement and held onto each other tightly, as if they were holding onto their last breath in life.
They broke their embrace a couple of moments later, and he moved his hands to hold her face and asked with a husky voice, "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded and walked back with him to their table, trying to keep her breathing steady.
He paid for their meal and gave her his arm. She put her little fingers across his elbow, and they walked together back to the car. He opened the door for her, and she sat in her seat fastening her belt. He drove to the nearest shop and bought her three dress and a perfume bottle. He insisted to choose the dresses with her, and she couldn't refuse. He would pay for them anyway.
When he was paying, she held his arm and whispered, "Erik, this is too much. You said you would buy me a dress, not three. And that perfume, it's very expensive."
He grinned at her, "Consider it a birthday gift, Marie. And they looked very beautiful on you. I can't imagine another woman can make them any better."
Her jaw dropped at his words. What was going on? Is he flirting with her? Magneto is flirting with her? Her face blushed and she thought about her friends back at the school, and the Professor. And Logan! What would they say, if she told them about that?
She was still confused, when he took the bags and walked her back to the car. She gave him a side gaze during their drive back to the fortress. Was he smiling? Is he really happy to buy her this gift? She rested her head back and felt the tension growing back to her body. She remembered when they danced together, and she felt her cheeks burning. She remembered how she felt in his grasp. How she felt in his strong arms. How her body felt against his warm figure. How she was pressed against him. How his hands moved on her back, and how his hair felt in her fingers. And she felt her heart shuddering. Is it really happening? Will she fall for him? Will they be something in the future? Or it's just her overreacting for his gentlemanly behavior?
They didn't talk the whole way back. When he stopped the car after they got through the fortress gates, no one of them moved for moments. He turned to look at her, and she unbuckled her belt and moved so that she was facing him now. They looked at each other silently, till he spoke quietly, "Happy birthday, Marie."
He's still calling her Marie, although they were alone, at the garden of his home. Shouldn't he return to call her Rogue? She smiled confused and replied, "Thank you, Erik."
She thought about his name. How much it feels different to call him Erik! It fitted him more while he was wearing this suit.
He moved his hand to her face, and touched it lightly, "Any time, my girl. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
'Did he just call me his girl?' Rogue thought, and felt his fingers moving lightly on her cheek caressing it and her ear. She leaned her face to his hand seeking more contact. His thumb moved to touch her lips, and she gasped. He stilled his thumb on her lower lip and felt her hot breaths leaving her mouth to stroke his finger. He looked into her eyes and shook his head, "You are beautiful."
He moved his thumb over her lower lip, then upper lip, then back to the lower one. She closed her lips against his finger, and pressed a soft kiss to it. He was taken by her gesture, and felt his blood rushing to his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes at the intense feeling, and whispered her name, "Marie."
She held his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his palm, followed by soft picks to each of his finger. He moved his other hand to caress her neck. He moved his fingers over her soft skin moving down to her collarbone. She closed her eyes enjoying his touch and, moaned when his fingers reached the top of her breast. She squeezed the hand she was kissing and he stopped his caress. She opened her eyes and moved her head closer to him. He followed her movement, and it was mere inches now between their faces. His gaze was locked to her red lips. She parted them and her pupils dilated in lust. She was panting and her breasts moved with her shallow breathing. He didn't need more to feel the twitching in his groin. He leaned his head to her, and she closed her eyes in expectancy. She held her breath, when she finally felt his thin lips on her raw mouth. His lips were no less warm than his body. They were hot and greedy. They pressed tightly to her lips, as he put a hand behind her neck and pulled her closer trying to deepen their kiss. He bit her lower lip and she moaned opening her mouth. He moved his experienced tongue over the bite mark to sooth it, and she opened her eyes. He was watching her with eyes darkened with lust. He whispered against her lips, "Beautiful."
She moved a hand to rest it on his chest, the other to the back of his head to caress his silver curls. He raised her as she weighed a feather, and pulled her to straddle him. She opened her eyes wide, and he pulled her mouth into a deep kiss again. He parted her lips with his tongue licking her teeth. Their eyes locked and she parted her mouth giving him the permission he needed. His tongue invaded her unused mouth exploring her, tasting her, and devouring her. She moaned into his mouth as she felt his tongue hugging hers and suckling it. He moved his hands to her bare thighs, as her dress raised when she moved to his lap. He rubbed them firmly, with his thumbs brushing the inner sensitive skin of her. He kept moving his hands up and down, and she jumped up when his thumbs stroked her womanhood accidentally. He pulled her down and closer to his body, and she gasped when she felt the hardness against her core.
He paused and looked at her. She swallowed and pushed against him. He groaned at the torturous teasing, and she closed her eyes tight. She could feel him pressing hard against her now swollen lips, despite the few layers of clothes separating them. She looked at him confused and he nodded smiling, "Yes, Marie. You're doing this to me."
She shook her head, "Erik, we... we shouldn't... we can't."
His smile faded, and he looked in front of him, avoiding her eyes, "I'm sorry, Marie. I didn't mean to force myself to you."
She put her hand on his cheek, "No, Erik. I didn't mean this. I like what you are doing to me. I like how I... affect you. It just seems wrong. We're not supposed to do this."
He moved his hands over her thighs again, "We both want this, Marie. We are adults. We can do it. There's nothing wrong with it."
She asked him confused, "But what if the Brotherhood knew? What will Mystique do? What about the Professor? And Logan?"
His hands tightened on her soft flesh, "No one should tell us what to do and what not to do, Marie. Mystique and Charles don't have that right. Nor anyone else."
She looked at him unsure. He frowned and pushed her away from his lap gently, "Good night, Rogue."
She looked at him shocked, "Erik?"
He didn't look at her, and his voice turned cold, "It's Magneto now."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she ran out of the car back to her room. He had a deep breath trying to relax himself, then got out of the car. He walked into the building slowly, unaware of the yellow eyes that watched him through the glass window.
Disclaimer : I don' own X-men, but I love this strange couple.
The lyrics are of the song "Because" of Celine Dion.
I hope you love it so far. Read and Review, please. Last chapter will be updated soon.
