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Music which set the mood to their lovemaking played in the background, every beat of the bass coming as hard and hurried as her own heart. The mix was a favourite of hers, eclectic wholly and erotic, ranging from trip-hop to acid jazz, and just the right kind of American gothic that spoke to her rural roots. Biting her bottom lip hard enough that it hurt, Rogue didn't know just what the hell Logan was doing down there past the tickle of her tummy, no, just that she sure as hell didn't want him to stop anytime soon.

Gripping his hair tightly in her white knuckled grip, his slowly laved attention and every illicit lick and lap at her continued unperturbed. Not even the writhing coils of her borrowed tail wrapped about his thick throat bothered her man, her wild Wolverine, if anything it spurred Logan on as told by the growl that urged her to buck hard against his delightful torments. Glancing down past the swollen crest of her breast, his wild eyes meeting hers was an eternity captured in the suffocating moment of her breathless gasp.

"Oh gawd, Logan!"

His reply was a playful nip that trapped her tender and delicate flesh between his teeth, and the nuzzle of his nose at her groomed and tended garden. To hear his sudden snort left her anticipant of his hot breath washing against her, and how she lost all her strength as his husky tide threatened to drag her down and trembling against his desires.

"Don't answer it..." growled Logan, his voice hoarse with unslaked thirst.

Struck dumb and dazzled, only then did she hear it, and only then did she understand. Her phone was ringing, and for how long it had been she didn't know. Glancing down past the rapid rise and fall of her heaved chest, in his eyes she begged him to do as only he could, and make her misbehave. The number of people who had her number was few enough that she could count them all on one hand, and with Logan looking up at her from between the tempting vise of her thighs, that left four people, well, three...seen as how she'd tucked Kurt into bed herself.

"Fuck me..." Annoyed and vexed, there was no way in hell she was answering that phone, not after the last time...

Throwing her head against her pillow, Rogue ignored the vexing ring of her phone, the cheap mall bought burner. There would be plenty enough time to check her messages in the afterglow, and here she and her mister weren't even done with their foreplay yet. No siree, was she gonna answer that phone.

"With pleasure," whispered Logan with an animalistic grunt, his breath saved for the task of stealing hers, savored with her every sinful moan and whimper.

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"You know what I just realized?" asked Jubilee.

You're beautiful? They were words Pietro tried to find the breath for, the courage to speak aloud. Biting them back, sitting in the backseat of a police cruiser wasn't the place for them. Too bad for him they were words he wanted to get off his chest just the same, words full of his sudden, blind realization, that she was just that...beautiful.

"What's that, Lee?"

"That knowing how to slip a pair of handcuffs is pretty useless, if...like, ya don't got anything to pick them with!"

"You got anything in your hair?" A bobby pin, a hair clip, nearly anything could do in the right hands, his hands.

"Uh, product?" offered Jubilee after a thoughtful moment of pinched lips and scrunched eyebrows.

Heaving out a tired sigh, in hindsight it was pretty stupid of him to ask. Him and Lee both knew the drill, that if shit went down and the cops got involved, to just shut up, wear the bracelets, and wait for the Professor's lawyers to drop a legal smack down on the Five O.

"Man, looks like a riot is about to break out."

Drawn back by Jubilee's remark, a look outside the police cruiser was one that left Pietro feeling torn about whether he should be glad or not to be sitting on the wrong side of the glass. The funny thing was, in his own experience at least, that what most of the crowd was screaming for was his and Lee's release. And not for the kind of mob justice he usually would have expected.

"If bad goes to worse, Lee, you get us out of here, and I'll get us gone."

"Hey, Maximoff? Lemme get this straight, you asking me to paf a police car?" Jubilee couldn't have been more surprised than if Logan had asked her to give him a light.

"Only if bad goes to worse." There was no way he was about to let their good deed go punished, not when he still had a promise he had to keep to himself.

"And suddenly Ima wishing they'd just book us already. C'mon! Give me my damn phone call, dammit!"

Careful what you wish for, Lee. It was an idle thought made foreboding as a shadow fell against the driver side window of the cruiser, the night welcomed in as the door was hauled open. Having a history with the police, Pietro stared at the officer in what he hoped was the impassive gaze of the career criminal. The cop didn't spare him nor Lee a second glance, too busy with doing something him and Lee had LeBeau to thank for knowing how to do, hot wiring the car.

"...why don't you have the keys?" Pietro asked as the engine turned over and came to life.

"Hey, where're you takin'...!" Jubilee spat, only to be cut off before she could finish with an angry look from the guy that was looking less and less like a cop.

"Home." Harsh, quick, and annoyed, it wasn't said in the voice he expected to hear from a man who looked like he could dead lift his own weight in cold, hard steel at the gym.

It was feminine and irritated, and it sounded too much like how his own mom got when she was about to lay down the law. In the rearview, eyes of blue flickered and flashed to yellow for the briefest of moments, gone and vanished as they turned back to the road.

"Um, hi." mumbled Jubilee, her voice unusually timid and shy, "So...if you're stealing a cop car, does that mean I'm not grounded?"

"You have the right to remain silent. If you're smart, you'll use it."

"...you're not even a real cop."

And Lee's habit of back talk didn't disappoint, laughing to himself as he watched the streets of New York pass by beyond the glass. Whoever it was behind the wheel was someone that she trusted, all her sass aside, so that was good enough for him for the moment. Explanations could wait...

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"Where are we?"

It was Pandora's Box thrown open to have let them in, all the voices of those whose eyes he had peered through in his search for her, for Raven. Blind with pain, hands Charles knew nearly as good as his own eased him down to a welcome and yielding softness that had to be a bed.

"A hotel," replied Erik, his voice tense and tight with worry, "Here, take these."

"What are they?" But he did as he was told, because Erik would never do him wrong.

Pills stuck in his throat as he tried to swallow, the crack and hiss of a can of pop heard a second before it was pressed to his hand. Swallowing deeply, never did he think a can of Coke could be as refreshing as it was just then, enjoying the cold sweated bottom to his feverish brow after a hearty swig that saw his medicine gone down.

"Advil." Ah, of course they were, but he still felt foolish to ask.

A history of abuse with pharmaceuticals made him a man wary of anything as easily popped as a pill, because long was the road to recovery, and it was a road he'd never have had the strength to cross from start to finish had it not been for Erik. Even if it'd been all Erik's fault in the first place...

"You're pouting, and ah! Before you ask, some of us don't need to read the other's thoughts to know theirs. I'm sorry...and even if I know you don't blame me, I still blame myself." Guilt was a ghost that haunted them equally, their skeletons many that hid in the closet they shared.

"...I watched it all happen. I felt how scared Raven was even as she moved to save the Senator, and just how surprised she was to see a boy appear before her eyes and drop all the spent rounds of every crack, snap, and pop of the gunfire that peppered the people she'd resolved herself to keep safe." How like the father had became the son in that moment, scared witless but excited to test his limits, test his very mettle in the cruel crucible that was the heat of the moment.

Water was offered this time, cracking open the cap himself to have a thirsty pull to sate his thirst. Holding the cheap plastic in hand, Charles looked up and saw the worry in his lover's eyes, try as Erik might to disguise it behind a fickle and flame smile.

"I felt how furious and proud she was to see Jubilation use those very lessons she'd taught the girl, and see her drop a man to the concrete without a moments hesitation."

How it hurt to know what was coming next just as Erik had boasted but a moment before, without having the foresight of his gift to tell his lovers thoughts, just their history together and the ache of his own heart, "We teach them, we train them, and each time you've hoped they'll never have to apply what we've taught...not like our First Class."

Words so many he had to say that they would become meaningless, words full of longing and pride. Finding strength enough to ignore the storm of thoughts raging beyond the calm the eye, Erik was open and inviting of his brush and touch of minds. And out came a secret that was worth a reprimand, if not a spanking itself...

"You've had her number this whole time?!"

"Of course I have! And if you must know, she tried calling Rogue first. Oddly enough, it seems she's not answering her phone. Now heavens, I wonder just why wouldn't she do that, don't you?"

"...so the children are safe?" That was all he wanted to know, needed to know.

"Well," Began Erik, "I wouldn't say they're entirely safe, not with Raven being very likely pissed off."

"Prat." spat Charles, the echo of his own laughter a surprise.

"You knew the man I was when you said yes..."

And feeling the warmth of that ring against his finger, he rubbed his thumb against it again and recalled that moment again.

"A thousand times, yes! And you can call me a liar if I ever say no. This I promise you, from this very moment and all the way to the altar, no matter however long it takes, a thousand times...yes!"

Sworn with a kiss, theirs was a wedding too far off, even as likely ring bearers and flower girls danced before his dreamy eyes...

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