Upon the request of Fallen Purgatori, I give you another chapter!

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She head the walls crack and the screams as they realized they're room would cave in. The earth beneath them shook and roared. "She's calling a fucking earthquake!" screamed a man. "Rowen, stop!" yelled a women. "Stop?" she said quietly, letting the rumbles subside. She opened her eyes and looked at the cowering group in the corner of the large room. "Did you stop when you told my family I was dangerous? Did you stop the men from abusing me at night? Did you stop the constant poking and prodding? NO, YOU DIDN'T! Stop! I don't think you can make me stop! Not anymore, not ever again!" Rowen roared as vines shot out of the walls, grabbing hold of the members of the group.

"Holy Shit. Leafy gone crazy!" said a voice from behind her. Rowen turned to see a largely built man and a considerable smaller but equally attractive man.

She had little time to react as the fire came towards her. Backing up against the wall she watch the flames lick at the vines. "NO!" Rowen roared as the vines retracted back behind the walls. Her vision was a hazy gray as she watched the people walk towards he. There was a man with wings, an angel she thought bitterly. "It took you long enough to hear my cries." She said before slipping back into the black. It wrapped around her like the vines that kept her safe after she escaped from the asylum. She felt a bright light behind her and noticed a figure walking out of it. "Give it back." Yelled a woman who looked very similar to her. "Who the hell are you?" Rowen yelled. "I'm you, well the you that forgot about life before the break out." Said the woman. Her hair was brown and her eyes weren't green. "No you cant be. I'm still inside the place. They caught me again." Rowen screamed. "You're crazier than I'd thought I'd be. I thought I left you behind. Nobody wants you here. Angel fell for me, not you. You cant have him." Said the woman shoving Rowen's shoulder.

"Angel? You mean the dude with the wings? Not even my type. Now that fireball, he's more my speed." Rowen said with a sultry smirk. "But I could see what I would see in an angel…if I was a helpless human who couldn't survive on her own." Rowen added with a sneer. "Are you calling me helpless? I survived for 5 years without your anger, your psychotic babbles and I liked being able to go out in public without people staring at me. I'm not green!" the woman hissed. "You are on the inside. You always have been. I knew it was only a matter of time. You think these people are your friends? All they want to do is test you. They'll use you like they did before and then when you get out of control, they'll make part of you go away. You think you forgot willingly. They made you forget, forced you to suppress me. I am you. The real you. You cant pick and choose. And I choose to be me, all of me, without you." Rowen said running past the woman towards the light. "No!" the woman screamed, but Rowen was gone, leaving her in the dark, where Rowen had been for all those years.

The bright light was the sun and it felt good on Rowen's skin. She looked up to see a glass ceiling letting in plenty of sunlight. She was surrounded by plants, all leaning towards her while still stretching to the sunlight. She was wearing a grey short sleeve shirt and a pair of black shorts. She breathed in the scent of fertilizer, dirt and pollen. "Feels like home, doesn't it?" said a male voice behind her. She turned to see the man from before, without the taller and hairier man. "Who are you?" she asked, sliding off the table she had been laying on. "I'm John but you can call me Pyro." He said as his hand ignited into flames. Rowen jumped back and roots shot of the nearby plants. "Easy there flower child, I'm not gonna hurt you. I swear I'm only here to help. I convinced Logan and Aurora to bring you here. I told them that you would be safer in a place that was more comfortable." Pyro said as the fire in his hand faded. Rowen looked down to see that her spikes had cut through bits of the fabric. She suddenly felt trapped in the clothes. She closed her eyes and waited as the plants inside and outside of the greenhouse covered up the walls leaving only the ceiling to let in the sunlight.

"I like a little privacy." She explained after seeing Pyro's face scrunch in confusion. She began pulling off the shirt when she noticed the hitch in his breath. "Have you never seen a woman undress before, firestarter?" Rowen said pulling her shirt back down. "Its not that but, the last time I checked you out I was dangling from a vine with the promise of poison ivy on my nether regions. I'm not exactly inclined to relieve that." He said turning his back to Rowen. She smiled and pulled off her shirt. She walked up to him and placed a finger just below his ear. He shivered as the scent of aloe filled his senses and a cool wet feeling spread over his neck. "All my touches aren't harmful. Flowers are beautiful and fragile but we keep our thorns to defend. We just want to protect ourselves. You understand?" she said close to his ear. Pyro nodded and slowly turned around. His eyes widened when he noticed the lack of shirt.

"I don't know if this is a good idea Rowen. Fire and plants don't usually get along." He said removing fingers that had been idly torturing his neck and ears. "Maybe I like to play with fire. And I don't mind a little burn…if you do it right." Rowen purred against his lips. Pyro let out a slow groan and barely registered the hand making its way under his shirt. He brought his lips against hers with a dangerous desire. His skin felt like it was being melted as he deepened the kiss. They parted briefly as Pyro set his shirt on fire, causing Rowen to jump bad and yelp. "Tricky little candle." She muttered before pulling him back towards her. "You promise not to stick me with a thorn?" he said into her neck. She reached down and unbuttoned the cargo pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. "Only if you stick me with yours." Rowen whispered, dipping her hand into his pants and boxers. She moaned as her hands wrapped around his already swollen length.

Pyro nipped at her neck as he kneading her breast. He dipped his head down as Rowen tried to capture a kiss and flicked both her nipples with his tongue. She arched towards his mouth as she stroked his cock wildly. He took as much of her small but full breast into his mouth, feeling himself harden. He hooked his thumbs over the shorts and pulled them down. She was without underwear. He blessed the Xavier Institute before dipping his hand into her folds. Rowen's eyes popped open as the heat filled her chest and abdomen. She felt a buzzing want in her pelvic and groaned as Pyro increased his ministrations. Pyro smiled as he dipped one finger inside. He back her into the table she had been laying on and lifted her onto the surface, inserting a second finger in the process. Rowen spread her legs wider and tried to moan but a rough passionate kiss stopped her.

He removed his fingers and licked them. The sight made Rowen feel like a dripping faucet she was getting so wet. Pyro kissed his way down her chest, stopping to swirl his tongue around and in her belly button. He suckled each thigh and then moved between the folds, licking her a few times with the length of his tongue. He let his tongue dart in and out of her and his thumb played with her numb. He inserted the two fingers as he let his tongue swirl around and flick at her clit. Each time she bucked or mewled his name he paused his tongue, which earned his a lust filled glare. He shot her over the edge and watched in arousal as she moaned and groaned. Before the after shock was over, he thrust himself inside, letting his thumb lazily rub against her clit. The feeling of her still pulsing walls caused him to only last a few minutes. He groaned and fell beside her, filling the remaining space on the table. Rowen waited till her heartbeat had slowed some and she had caught her breath before she spoke. "So it doesn't bother you that I'm green?" she said unexpectedly. Pyro chuckled and rolled on his side. "I'm a mutant. My mother figure was a blue woman who never wore clothing. I doubt the color of your skin is any reason why I should judge." He said softly. "What about me?" Pyro asked with a slight frown. "I don't know. Why don't you let me find out and then I'll let you know." She said honestly.

"Why don't you let me flip you over and show you how hot I can get?" Pyro said pulling her in for a knee weakening, lust filled, bruising kiss.

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How's that for smut?