Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't even have a life. But you can have my friend's sex stories (I don't want them).
Dedication: Lindsay, will you please put a sock in it about the badass ghetto pimp.
Chapter 1: Surprises.
She stared out of the window at the warm day outside. Storm had paired the class off to prepare Shakespearean love scenes for the compulsory oral assessment. She had been left over and so had been handed Lady Macbeth's longest speeches to prepare instead.
She knew them by heart and needed only a little guidance to improve her performance. Since Storm was currently otherwise engaged, Rogue was sat stock-still waiting for her chance. Due to the heat, she had been given special dispensation to uncover in class, so as long as she did not make contact with anyone. As the others moved around the class, Rogue knew her best bet was to make as few movements as possible.
Over the back of her chair hung a green army shirt she wore in the hallway. When she had come into class and removed it she felt the eyes of every male student bore into her. She knew her body surprised them, her stomach was flat and she wore a belly ring, her arms had some definition without being overly muscular and the tattoo at the small of her back peeped over her waistband. For once, she had been able to dress appropriately for her figure, a high-cropped black muscle backed sports top and loose, low slung black trousers. Despite the heat she still wore her heavy black combat boots, though they were only tight enough to hold them on her feet.
Even over the noise of the class, there was no mistaking the sound of a motorcycle. Only one person here had owned one, and that had been taken six months ago. Storm had heard the noise too,
"Go greet our visitor, Rogue." She said, obviously they had both drawn the same conclusion.
Rogue pulled her shirt off her chair and raced down the hall putting it on as she went. She didn't bother with buttons, even thin gloves made them too fiddly.
She hit the bottom step of the entrance to the school as the motorcycle parked. The rider dismounted and Rogue flung herself onto him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
"Ah've missed ya sugah!" She exclaimed. "Havin' ya back is the best thang that could've happened."
She felt strong hands move around her waist pulling her off gently, but firmly. Then she heard a voice say,
"Really 'Chere, I'll take it as a complement, though we've only just met!"
