How Rogue Got Her Groove On; Part 2

Rogue was pissed, and that's putting it lightly.  And there she found herself standing outside of Angel's bedroom door.  Warren Worthington III, Psylocke's boyfriend… in theory.  He was brooding, as he usually does.  Why stop what you're best at?

She rapped on his door, trying not to splinter the wood in her anger.

He flung it opened, looking annoyed.  "What do you want?"

"Ah just came to check on you."

"Aww, well isn't that sweet?" he replied tartly.

"Look," she started, "Ah'm as pissed as you are.  But Ah thought we could do something othah' than brood about it."

He glanced at his watch.  "Like…?"

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Gambit spit out a mouthful of teeth into the sink.  Tonight was not one of his best nights.

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"Ah always have found yah kinda sexah'" 

He smiled, knowing how attractive he was.  His ego was what he loved most about himself.  "You're pretty good looking… for something home spun."

"Ah… uh… thanks," she finished looking confused.  He doesn't think Ah'm pretty?  Look at mah breasts!

Angel pulled on a pair of dress gloves.  "Sooo… how should we do this?"

"Lahk, ya know, touch me."  She motioned to her nude body running a hand down her taunt abs.  His wings twitched matching the tic in his eye.

"What's wrong?" she asked.  She brought one of his gloved hands to her right breast.  He began to massage it and her breathing became deeper.  Good, I hoped that should shut her up.

"Nothing Rogue." 

"Oooh, that's nice sugah."

Twitch. 

"Reaaaaaaaal nice honah."

Twitch.

He brought his gloves hand down between her thighs.

"Mmmm… Ah feel lahk Ah'm in pure Heaven.  Ah swear ta the Lord Ah could just 'bout die ya'all."

Twitch.

Warren aburptly stopped the motion with his hand and looked Rogue straight in the eyes.

"What's the problem Warren?"  She bit her lip as she watched his left eye twitch as she spoke.  Ah wonder if the cotton from the glove maybe is hurtin' his skin or somethin'.

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Asshole!!! Rogue silently cursed at Angel's door.  Oh all the nerve a' that jerk.  Thinks he's too fuckin high class for a gal lahk me?  He wouldn't understand anything if that silver spoon was ripped outta his ass! 

Rogue continued to fume down the hallway, finding herself in front of another X-Male's bedroom.  "Game on sugah." 

TBC…