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Disclaimer: I wish I owned the X-men; Rogue is SOOO cool; and I don't care what anyone says, she and Kitty are meant for each other. Oh, and thanks to Vanessa Carlton for the quote from the song 'Rinse'1. Oh, and a warning; Yuri goes all out in this chapter. You have been warned!
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Love Tries To Go On
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I stand here, holding Kitty close, in the middle of this goddamn alley. Only a few feet from where a friend was killed in cold blood and monster tried to kill us both. I look back to the spot where I sat, huddled in, fearing for my life, for Kitty's and most of all, for Pat's. The blood rests in an almost serene pool now, no waves or movement, no subtle dripping; just quiet, empty, unmoving emotionless blood. The alley around us is reflected in that simple pool tainted red by its silent being. Reminding me of the alley in the Shadow's realm, where all the pain in the world sat. The Shadow said that he was created from my sub-conscious and the pain that emanated from those accursed walls was the pain in my heart. The Hate that it feels is my hate, the love it feels is my love. The end of the alley stirs, causing all of us to turn in awe at the creature, torn apart by Hate, and Scott's optic blast. "You have won this battle, but you have yet to win the war!" It screams as it leaps to the side of the building once more. Climbing like the feline it is, claw over deadly claw; the sound of its massive paws tearing into the building echoes throughout the alley, diminishing all other noises. Scott fires another blast at the Shadow, slamming the beam into its side. But this time, it seems unscathed, like Scott never fired the beam. A last deep, satanic laugh breaks the silence as the Shadow reaches to the roof of the building as it bellows out for all to hear. "Your petty powers will never affect me! And I said it once little girl, 'You were not meant for love; and I shall not let you have it!'" The Shadow yells as it leaps up and disappears across the rooftops. I look at Kitty, searching her eyes once more for the hope I have always found there. Her eyes show nothing, no pain, no hope, no sorrow, no hate, no anger, nothing; and it frightens me because she is all I have that I can truly count on anymore, and the only person that I can truly trust the feelings of. I hear Logan enter the alley, yelling something about how we should all get out of here before someone sees something they shouldn't. His hand lands on my shoulder, gripping it and pulling Kitty and I towards the X-van. But the whole while neither of us breaks eye contact. Neither of us wanting to break eye-contact. Afraid of what might happen if we break eye contact.
The ride back to the mansion seemed like it went on forever. Like the lights would never change, like the van didn't pass two miles per hour. It was hell on earth, because I could remember the look on Pat's face as the blades left his body, the sound of the flesh shredding as the claws tore through him, the patterns the blood made as it travelled through the shirt. "Rogue, we're home." Kitty's voice broke through my null awareness, bringing me back to reality. 'We're home.' It sounds so serene, so usual, like anyone could just come out and say it, like it was really the truth. I looked up at the sky, restarting my train of thought as we walked back to the mansion hand in hand. 'Hmmm, holding hands on your way to the firing squad, Marie?' I mentally glared at her, blocking her as best I could while thinking of a good response. Then it hit me, not a thought or an idea but a thin stream of purple-white energy. It knocked me off balance, but instinct took over as I fell and I turned over in mid air, rolling my body forward to face the opposite direction and regain my balance, bringing me into a quick counter position. To my unintentional attackers dismay I rushed from my falling position into a quick attack of my own. I leapt up, and straight at the poor girl, a new recruit, who stood there like she hadn't meant to hurt me. I felt a psychic wave pass over me as I rushed forward and immediately stopped, letting my feet slide across the grass, knowing now who really caused that beam. 'Bitch, I will have your head on a platter. Oh and even think about touching Kitty and I will rip your heart out and let you watch it beat to its last! Clear?' I mentally let lose, tearing into the unkempt rage that was eating at my heart, using all the power I could to make sure that Jean heard me. 'I said CLEAR!?!' A gasp made its way across the link, once again ensuring that she heard me. She must have taken over the poor child's body, using the girl for her plans of stupidity. I once told the professor that he shouldn't teach Jean to develop her telepathy. Nobody ever listens to me, except Kitty, and maybe Logan. The psychic waves passed over my body as they left me to my demons, my little thoughts of Kitty and the rage that builds forever in my soul.
I look over to Logan as we walk towards the mansion, the same constant grim expression flustering his cold, hardened features; the mock frown shifting the sideburns back, making it look like long hair in stead of the sideburns they are supposed to be. He has these gruff he-man kind of rugged good looks. Kind of makes him a bit of a hunk, for a guy; but Kitty's still better by far. Smart, beautiful, sexy, nice, and just so damned cute. I almost walked into the door in my off centre thinking, Kitty, Logan and Miss Grey high on my roster of thoughts. "Careful, kid. Gonna hurt yourself if you don't watch were you're goin'." I looked to him, my face brimming red as I blushed. I felt like a fool, standing here, inches going headlong into the door. "Here." Kitty's thumb brushes across my cheek, smudging off some of the dirt from the alley. I smile at her, thanking her for cleaning my cheek, seeing as I can't see the spot without a mirror. I lean forward, bringing my lips to hers gently, giving her a special thank you. I feel her part her lips as I bring my body up against hers, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her arms snake their way around my neck, pulling my head down tighter into her, further deepening the kiss. I rub my gloveless hand up her side, moving the thin silk fabric shirt to caress the smooth skin below, and hidden within. I feel Kitty moan into my mouth, as her tongue dances with mine, only seeming to heighten the passion as I continue rubbing her side. Logan grunts in the background, shattering the moment, destroying the flaring passions around us. It probably burnt him and he didn't want anyone else to get hurt. "Meany!" I grumble as I stick out my tongue, laughing at him. "I don't need to see that, kid. I don't know where it's been!" Logan bursts into laughter, waving his hand at me girlishly as we all walk into the mansion, my cheeks flush as Kitty starts to giggle. A strange voice, small, yet feminine and weak breaks into our laughing fit. "Um, excuse me. But, could you please not do that in my presence? I find it distracting and annoying." I look for the source, trying to determine who broke what little fun I can have now with the rage still brewing in my heart. A small girl sits on a couch, hands in her lap, no more than ten or eleven. A sundress and matching hat, black as the eternal darkness from my dreams, deeper than the forever pained night sky, adorns her petite frame. A worn, dirty braid sits on the top of her head, wrapping itself like a tail around her neck and in front of her one shoulder. The hair was an unnatural blonde, almost white. It reminded me of Peitro's icy locks. The sight of her chilled me to the bone, sending quakes down my spine that shook my very soul. "Oh, I'm sorry if my image frightens you, but this is the way I look. But then again I could think the same thing about your image, miss." Her tiny voice pipes up again. "Oh, if you are wondering. I'm not a telepath, I'm what's know as an empath. Thus meaning that I 'sense' people's emotions." I couldn't help but thank Fate for not screwing me over and throwing another telepath in here with us. Then it hit me, what she meant before, she meant that she didn't want Kitty and I expressing our emotions so freely, letting her sense them like Jean reads minds while they are projecting their thoughts. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't know you were there. If I had of known, I probably would've been more careful." She looked at me, like I had just kicked Logan in the teeth. Once again the girls tiny voice squeaked out a sentence to big for even Jean to comprehend. "No one has ever shown me such compassion. Not even the professor. Thank you, Miss." With that, the little girl left, like we had never spoken, like we had never even seen each other before. I look to Kitty, her face showing just as much confusion as mine. I turn from Kitty quickly, and run to the new glass doors in the front lobby, parting them to pass through to the world outside. I look back and forth, scanning the grassy fields, searching for the small girls form. It's mid day, the sun is high in the sky and she's wearing pitch black, and yet I can't seem to find her. Why must life be so confusing? 'Because I make it that way, Marie. Because I am the splinter in your finger, burrowing deeper, and deeper into your soul, eating away at you very life. You took Scott's heart from me, and then chose that bitch over him? Breaking the poor boy into a million pieces. The least you could've done was accept his love, but no, that little slut wins you. I won't take it!' I snapped after the final words, I've calmed myself long enough, calmed myself too much. I can't take her anymore. Badmouthing me is one thing, and easily recovered from, but never, ever even think about talking about Kitty like that. My love, the only thing keeping me sane after my friend dies in front of me, the only light that brightens the path that life, and fate, walk me down. I turn into the lobby again, Jean standing there, a cold grin splayed across her face. I focused all the rage that lay within me, all the hate that I could summon with ever fibre of my being and shattered the world around us, leaving Jean and I to stare each other down. Her eyes met mine, the pale green hollow from fear. 'Jean, the truth is I love Kitty with every little beat of my heart, every little thought is of her, and she is my world. And you want to know why I didn't choose Scott? Because truly, the heart of a woman will never truly be found in the arms of a man1. They are so insensitive, and so shallow. But a woman knows what she wants, she knows how to get it, and I pity the poor soul who gets in her way.' My anger hit the breaking point as I finished screaming into her mind. I could feel Jean, searching for the answers, searching for something to say. But this time, I wasn't going to let her find them, I wasn't going to let her hurt me, or Kitty, or anyone else anymore. I lunge forward, calling up the strength of a thousand demons fighting in my mind for freedom, throwing me towards Jean. I land a solid punch just above her jaw, feeling her cheek crack under the force of the punch. I spin around, instinct taking over again, and raise my right leg, plant the left hard and bring my body into a perfect kicking position. My foot smashes into the side of her head, shattering the side of her skull in one mighty sweep, cutting a thin long gash along her temple, and reaching its fiery kiss back to her ear. Blood flies from the wound, coating my boot, tiny red droplets spilling into the air as her head lurches to the right. Her eyes lose all colour, completely blanking out as my left foot pivots on the spot of ground, my right still floating in mid air. I forced my leg to launch forward once more, slamming quickly, and powerfully square into her stomach. Her broken form slumps backwards as my kick lands, breaking her lower ribs in a subtle crack.
A shadow moves in the emptiness behind her, tall, almost never ending it moves towards us, shattering the remaining silence as it inches forward. A subtle scrapping noise breaks all other noise as it makes itself known. A flash of light draws my attention; I look to the side and see exactly what I thought I would see; the Shadow of Hate, standing right beside us. Its immense hands reaching silently towards the darkness below. Its deep voice rumbles the depths of my soul as it speaks, "Your pain, is my pain. My pain, is your pain. We are connected by fate, love, hate, and the never ending sorrow that binds your heart to the darkness. Until you find that unreachable thing that causes your pain you will never be free of me. And now that same darkness has swallowed her." A clawed hand points towards Jean. "Her heart is mine!" The shadow lunges at us, its three long claws unsheathing themselves as it moves at a blinding pace that even Peitro's jaw would drop at. The world around me slows down, the darkness breaking apart into the shadow's body, my own and Jean's. Things begin to seem like they aren't even happening, like this is all some bad dream, but I know it is real, I know it is really happening. I look to the wounded Jean, her broken body slumped onto its knees. Blood trickles down the side of her bruised face, oozing its way in and over her eyes, mingling with the hair that has fallen into her face, deepening the colour of the light pink belly top she's wearing. I look back to the Shadow, its form now slowly rushing across the fleeting darkness around us. Moving between Jean and imminent doom, I do the only thing I can think of to protect her and myself. The Shadow seems to be protecting me in a way, and I can't help but use that. "No, you can't. I won't let you!" The Shadow screams as it stops just feet from Jean and I; its claws mere inches from my face. "Fine." The dark entity standing before us begins to change, its body shifting, its claws sheathing themselves. The muscular upper body begins to shrink, the huge biceps shifting to a petite arm, the chest and waist begin to almost disappear as they shrink in scale to rest of the slowly shrivelling form. The hair on the back of the creature's head begins to grow, becoming longer and longer as the rest of the body disappears. The hair begins to braid itself almost magically, as it turns to an unnatural blonde. The large pants that the Shadow adorned before now change, becoming a tiny sundress, black as the deepest night sky or the fur on the Shadow. The same little girl that before spoke to me like an equal just tried to kill me. Twice, now that I think about it. "I told you once that I would not let you have love. But now I wonder, was that such a good idea? I mean, you didn't know who I was, we had never met, and you still showed me absolute compassion, even though I'd just told you not to express any feelings at all. Especially love. But it didn't matter to you. Why?" I looked at the girl's lithe frame, her eyes, as white as the hair atop her head, encased in the same circle that haunted my dreams. I thought about what see had just said, and about Kitty, about how she would react to all this. "Because, miss; because I respect you asking me to stop. Because you are what you are, and I know how hard that can be sometimes, just in a different way. But in the end it's all the same pain that connects us." She looks up at me, tears starting to grace the sides of her stark white eyes. Her body begins to shake with sobs as she breaks down lowering her head as if in shame. I put my gloves on, and rush to her side, pulling her up against my body not knowing what else to do. I wrap my arms around her little body, rubbing her arm with my hand as she cries into my shoulder. The hat falls off her head as she slumps down against me, all her weight lying against my body, the tears taking their toll. "I'm really sorry about what I did, it's just that, I didn't know what else to do. I was told where to find you and that you were gonna hurt people by this blue lady. So she told me what to say and I said it. But then, I thought about your power and what the blue lady had said. And I just couldn't let you hurt someone in case what I said didn't work right, you know?" Her voice sounded like an innocent child's, like she wasn't a killing machine or a pawn in some evil plot, just a normal little girl. "Shh, it's ok. No one's blaming you." I whisper into her ear, still not knowing what I should do. I notice the darkness around us has faded, leaving us in the cruel unforgiving world once again. The little girl nods as she whispers quietly in my ear, "Oh, my name's Alana." Alana, hmm? I think for a second, and then reply. "I'm Rogue." The little girl nods, and I nod back, formally introducing us to each other. I'll have to talk to the professor when I get a chance, hopefully he'll be nice to the poor kid, she was just being corrupted by evil, she wasn't doing it on her own, and she's to young to be out on her own like this anyway. She needs somewhere to go; someone to keep her safe from her own personal demons. "Um, can I, like, ask what's goin' on here?" Kitty asks as the girl I hold in my arms lets go of me and begins to walk towards them folding her hands in front of her tiny body. She looks up at Kitty, her little eyes welling up with tears, and starts to break down again. "I'm really sorry if I hurt you, it's just the blue lady said Rogue was gonna kill people, and that I was the only one who could stop it. So I said I'd help her out. And. I'm." She pauses to sniffle a bit, and wipe the tears from her face as they roll down her cheeks. "I'm just really, really sorry about hurting that guy. I didn't mean to hurt anybody. I just." She finally falls to her knees, her little body jolting from the crash. She leans forward, slamming her fist into the ground, mumbling about how she didn't want to hurt anyone, just stop me from killing.
The professor's stern, horse voice breaks into my mind, full of anger, and hidden pain. "Rogue, the girl will be forgiven, so don't worry. Oh, and I need to see you and Kitty in my room immediately, it's important. Bring Logan as well, thank you." I motion for Kitty and Logan to follow me, and to Storm who must have walked in during the fray to tend to the crying girl on the floor. She nods in agreement as I turn on my heels towards the professors room. Kitty's hand entwines mine, its fingers weaving through my own, griping the soft flesh of my knuckles tightly. I look over to her, trying to find solace in her baby blue grey eyes, the same comfort that gets me through anything and everything. A hope fills me as we walk, hand in hand; eyes locked in an immortal embrace. Pain disappears, hate dissolves, and time's grasp on love grows weak as our hearts reach to one another's.
The walk to the professor's room seems to take longer than ever before, each step taking an eternity. Each step echoing off the think wooden walls, reverberating in my ears quietly and faintly, but as powerful as the love that binds Kitty and I. Our romp in the metaphorical garden of anti-Eden came to an abrupt end as we reached the professor's office. I look over to Logan, and the to Kitty, her face displaying every emotion openly like a book. "Last chance before we go in." I say as I nod my head to the side, implying what I want. She smiles, her tiny grin melting my heart as we lean forward into each other, bringing our lips together.
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A Love Most Needed
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"Well, against all better judgment. I am placing you both back in the same room, this way you will be easier to watch over, and you will be able to watch out for each other. And with the new students coming in, it will free an extra room." I was jumping on the inside; my heart wasn't even beating anymore. I never thought in a million years that the professor would put Kitty and I back in the same room, especially seeing as we are in love. I mean, wouldn't he be afraid he'd hear the bed squeaking? "Actually, that is the only thing I wanted to talk to you about." I looked up at him, my eyes slamming shut as I lifted my head in shock. I could feel my cheeks burning under his gaze as I sat there, mere feet from him and his damned telepathy. "I know about yours and Kitty's relationship, and that's why I didn't put you into another persons room. You trust each other, and care for each other. That's also why I'm moving your room down to the faculty wing. Where you can be a little less discreet." I started jumping on the inside again. I looked over to Kitty, searching her eyes, trying to find what I knew would be there, that hidden, repressed feeling of absolute joy and bliss. Nirvana is a better word, almost to good to be true, like a dream, or even a miracle. I was barely in control of my emotions; I couldn't hold my feelings in like I used to. I jumped across the desk and hugged him, pulling him tight against my body. I let him go as he starts to complain he can't breathe, and while trying my best not to giggle like a deranged schoolgirl, jump into Kitty's chair, landing hard on her lap. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her into a tight embrace as she starts to giggle. I lean down to whisper in her ear; "Can we go check out the new room?" She giggles again as I nod and look back to ask the professor. She looks around my side, checking to see if he says yes, just to see him nodding and giving us his silent approval. I jump off of Kitty and run to the door, her close behind. I hear her feet skid across the carpet, coming to a stop right beside me. "After you, m'lady." She says to me mockingly, bowing down as she phases half through the door and opens it from the other side. "Kid." I hear Logan yell from behind us. "Can't open the door without the keys, eh? And don't be too loud!" He calls sarcastically as he throws us the keys. A white bone-like spike impales the keys against the wall, the sharp point sitting inside the ring. "Evan! Come on, be nice!" Kitty complains childishly as she jumps for the keys. They are only a few feet higher than her head but she still needs to jump. I walk up so I'm right beside her, my hip brushing against hers. "Here." I say, mimicking her earlier tone as I jump straight up, grabbing the keys easily. "I'll get you for that." She grumbles as I hand her the keys. I can't help but think what she means by; I'll get you for that. Probably nothing, but then again, probably more than I think.
The lock clicks as I turn the gold-plated key in the slot. Kitty reaches through me and walks through the door, visibly more excited than I am. I hear her gasp as I open the door, letting me see her standing in the middle of the room. A plush apartment style room lies before us; a small kitchen, a bathroom, a living room and a closed door on the far side of the room. I look over to Kitty as we both dart for the last unseen room. She runs around the couch, being nice and not using her powers. But I on the other hand, decide for the mean route. I run straight at the couch in the center of the room, leaping it easily and landing on the other side with a subtle thump. Sliding to the door, I beat her there, but only because I cheated. She sticks out her tongue as she reaches the door, and phases right through it. "Hey, no fair!" I yell out as I open the door slowly being careful not to hit her. I walk up to her back, wrapping my arms around her waist, as she stands there, motionless. I place a few small kisses at the base of her neck as we stand there. "Mmm, that feels good." She purrs as she moves into my lips, pressing my face against her shoulder. I oblige to her moaning and continue to kiss her neck and shoulder, running my lips softly across the tender skin. She turns around in my arms, giving me her other shoulder, and allowing her to rub my back as I continue my paces on the other side. I start to kiss up her throat, feeling her moan as I make my way up. She tilts her head down as I reach her lips and kisses me, softly at first but as we stumble back towards the bed it intensifies. I feel the soft texture of the sheets brush against my hand as we land on the bed. "Roll over and stay put. It's my turn to get you back." I listen to her speak as I lay motionless, not knowing what she's talking about. "Trust me on this Rogue." She says, as her face becomes serious, her voice compelling her aroused mood. I comply, rolling onto my back as she gets up and walks to the closet. I slide up the bed, resting my back in the mess of pillows at the top. I hear Kitty's voice break out of the closet, "Take off your top." The rest of what she says is mumbled out by the half closed wooden door. I sit here, still wondering what she's about to do, the anticipation killing me. I comply with her new orders as she throws her pink over shirt out of the closet, and begins to complain about having nothing to wear. I slide my sweater off, letting the fabric caress my curves as it comes up and over my head. As the red garment covers my eyes I feel the bed sink in, letting me know Kitty's back. Just as I get it over my head I see Kitty, sitting in front of me with her hands behind her back, in nothing but her bra and panties, both black lace. "I had nothing to wear, so I decided on nothing." My breath hitches in my throat as I sit back, forcing my jaw closed, leaning into the pillows, the red sweater still hovering just over my head. "Wow." Is all I stammer out as she leans forward, brushing her body against mine.
"My turn." She says lustfully as she lifts her hands to reveal a pair of handcuffs and, in a few decisive movements, swiftly chains my hands to the bedpost. "Kitty!" I gasp out as she puts her hand on my breast, caressing the red silk softly. I moan as she continues rubbing, I see her raise her other hand to face level. She licks her index finger slowly, knowing how much it's teasing me. She lowers the hand to her crotch, and begins to slowly massage her own body. I feel her slide her body onto her knees as she moves them under my own legs. She closes her eyes as her pace heightens, her grip tightens on my breast, pulling the fabric of the bra down, nails scraping along my breast. Her breath quickens as she leans forward. Bringing her lips to my erect nipple. I moan as her breath flows across the sensitive skin. I moan again, and harder as she flicks out her tongue, quickly lapping at the soft flesh. I swing my head back as the pleasure takes over, and I lose control, and her tongue makes contact again, teasing my senses. She leans in again, pressing her lips to my breast, and starts to suckle at the nipple again. This time, she takes the sensitive flesh into her mouth, nibbling at the skin. "Mmm, Kitty." I moan her name as she trails kisses across my breast, and up towards my face. I press my body against her as she starts to kiss my throat, gentle kisses once again teasing my senses. I feel her press her lips against mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I give it passage, letting it in, forcing against it with my own. I see her slide her own hand into her panties, moving the thin material out of the way as she begins on her quest again. Her teeth bite into my lower lip, pulling it as she moans again, quickening her pace. Her grasp on my lip lets go as she moves down, giving attention to my other breast, taking my nipple into her mouth again. I feel my own panties begin to soak themselves through, as she leans back, her hand still furiously moving inside her underwear. Her free hand makes its way to her own breasts, and undoes the clasp in the front, freeing her breasts from the confines of the feeble garment. She starts to massage her own breasts as she rocks her body back onto her heels, sitting on them as she continues to masturbate in front of me. "Oh, hmmm, oh." She moans aloud as she sits up and quickly removes her panties, leaving herself naked. I see her whole body now, the hand rubbing her breast, her flat stomach turned to the ceiling, and the hand furiously caressing her womanhood. Her hand runs through the thin patch of pubic hair as it continues to rub the smooth folds of skin. "Hmm, you like that, huh? Well, here." She moans out loud as she rolls over, bracing herself on her knees and shoulders, side of her face buried in blankets. She begins to massage her clit as she starts to buck against her own fingers, sliding two of them in and out at an amazing pace, the others rubbing hard against the outer flesh. I feel my own breathing rate quicken at the sight of her, huddled over, masturbating in front of me. She stifles a small scream as her body bucks back onto her hand, her movements stop suddenly as the vaginal wall contracts around her fingers, and then quickly let go to let her fluids flow across her fingers and onto her arm. I move my hips as she comes, my mind racing in thoughts of her and her body, feeling the inside of my own underwear begin to soak with my juices. I moan out loud as she collapses, sending her foot back into my crotch, cramming it against my clit. Bucking my body against her foot I feel her toe, the tiniest of things, brush against my panties, forcing them and her toe lightly into my womanhood. "Mmm, Kitty." I moan out loud as she lifts her foot up just a little bit, moving the pleasure with the miniscule appendage. Her toe moves out of me as she pulls it back, teasing me with the pleasure. She sits up, leaving her back to me for a moment and then turning around. Once again, her index finger rests in front of her mouth, slowly being cleaned of all her feminine juices. She leans forward in painfully slow movements, drawing out the heat of the moment. Her cold, wet hand slides across my face, leaving a trail of her nectar on my cheek. Her tongue grazes across the skin, cleaning her juices from my face, and as it brushes over my lips, I open my mouth, just a little bit, but enough for her tongue to enter. She takes the invitation, sliding her tongue gracefully into my awaiting mouth, filling it with the taste of her body, her skin, and her love. "You don't know how many times I sat up at night, like this, wondering what it would be like to kiss you." She says softly, as she pulls back from the kiss. But as quickly as she stopped it, she starts it again, forcing her tongue into my mouth, using it to play with mine. While she's distracted. I think to myself as I lunge my legs forward and wrap them around her waist, locking my feet together. She moans into my mouth as my underwear brushes across her clit, arousing her all the more. Her hand glides down my body, taking only a quick moment to caress my breasts and continue on. Slender fingers weave across my stomach, moving gently along my solid abs, deftly smoothing over each defined muscle and once again playing my senses for toys. Her breath was like fire across my skin as she carefully began to flicker her tongue against me, almost playing with my nipples before once again lowering her body.
"Stop teasing, please." I plead, barely moaning out each word as she leans down, bringing her head to my midriff. Her tongue dances around my belly button, slowly eliciting gasps and moans, enticing her all the more. It flutters inside the tiny hole, earning her a well-deserved gasp from me. I feel it turn against my skin, before again moving down. All the anticipation in my body takes over as I shift my waist into her face, forcing her to slide between my legs. My skin burns as her breath flares across it, flowing down the inside of my thigh, ever so gently crashing into my sensitive vagina. A finger makes its way under the silk fabric, passing through a field of pubic hair, teasing me with electric sensations of pleasure as it slides the minuet garment from me and reveals my most sensitive areas. Sliding it almost painfully slowly, yet carefully off, she pulls my underwear back, finally letting it reach my ankles. As the elegant fabric reaches my ankles Kitty surprises me, not by letting the fabric fall to the bed, but by beginning to caress my heel, letting her slender fingers run over each delicate inch of my foot. I feel her lips trace the bottom of my toes, grazing each with the lightest of touch, sending unknown signals to my brain, unknown but not unwanted. I began loving each second of the new sensations, after getting used to them. Can't handle a little foot fetish, Marie? Jean's voice breaks into my mind, but instead of letting her get to me, I'll let her psychically join in on the fun. I open my mind, letting all the emotions, the lust, the pleasure, all of it rush into her mind. I don't hate you for what you've done, but I will mess with your mind, Miss Grey! I call into her mind, only a moment before Kitty once again seizes my attention. Ever so slowly drawing one toe into her mouth, and sucking on it, sliding it in and out of her mouth. "Mmm, Kitty." I moan her name as she continues to the next toe, and then the next. All of what seemed like eternity later, she stopped 'playing' with my toes, and started kissing down my leg. Her lips inched down my leg, kissing and nibbling at the soft skin for only short periods, never staying in one place long enough for me to truly enjoy the sensations. I slow moan makes its way into my mind, passing along the psychic link between Jean and I. I force the images of Kitty, her body, her sex, what she's doing to me, all of it along the link, invading Jean's mind with perverted furor. An image of Jean laying back in her own bed, pink top rolled up over her breasts, bra pulled up with it, hand in her pants, the crotch soaked clear through, invaded my mind. I could smell her sex, the sweat running down her body, and I have to admit the image did turn me on, but it didn't beat Kitty. My attention faded back and forth as Kitty began to run her tongue along the length of my slit, pushing the folds of skin apart with her fingers as the warm muscle moved up and down. Jean's pace intensified as the images of Kitty licking my pussy flooded her thoughts. The tongue lashing Kitty was giving me won over Jean playing with herself as Kitty's tongue brushed itself against my clit, sending immense waves of pleasure careening throughout my body, a stifled scream was her reward. Jean's voice echoes through my mind, muted screams and lustful grins accompanying her grunted words. "Oh, Rogue." Her voice shatters the world around us, sending all three of us into a spiraling free fall of pleasure, as Kitty continues her ministrations on my crotch. The pleasure takes over as Kitty's thin fingers dive into my sex, teaming with her tongue attacking my clit, my hips buck into her face and hand, forcing them deeper inside me. I tilt my head back as I come to orgasm, sending my juices down her chin, coating her hand in the sweet liquids. "Yes! Oh, Kitty!" I scream as she runs her tongue up the fluid soaked slit and then forces it inside my sex, bringing me to a second orgasm.
My breathing slows as she sits up, dragging each part of her body against my ravaged vagina, sending slow painful pleasure coursing through me. "Next time, it's my turn." I say, breath ragged in my throat. Her lips meet mine in response, the taste of my sex coating her tongue as it moves in my mouth. I feel Jean's mind inside my own, enjoying the feeling of the kiss just as much I'm enjoying it in real life. Sweat subtle Nirvana. Hmm, Rogue? Her thoughts make their way to me, making her lust into a key to her mind, I search for that perversion, that deep dark fantasy, the one thing that turns her on more than anything. I find it, a hidden memory hidden deep in her mind, clouded by a thousand thoughts and hidden by cobwebs of broken dreams. A tiny little memory, kept in a small dusty box, pure embroidered gold decorating its little frame, the most cherished of her memories. I run my hand across the top of the box, feeling the warmth from within it, I open the tiny lip, freeing the memory unto the world that rests inside Jean's beautiful mind. I see before me the door to my old room, a crack between it and the doorframe. Jean walks up to it, looking inside, carefully as to not alert whoever is inside. A powerful moan flutters through the door as Jean rests her hand on the doorframe, leaning on it as her graze pierces the darkness around her. There I sit hunched forward on my bed, my hand between my legs. I see my own hand lift from behind me and begin caressing my breast, as I fall back, my only means of support now doing something else. I feel Jean's cheeks flush as she runs down the hall, and into her own room, her mind racing with thoughts of the moment. I never knew, Jean. I say, my mind coming back to reality. Yeah, that was a few weeks ago, and I still can't forget it. She replies, embarrassment showing in her voice. Kitty ends the kiss as my attention draws back to her, and her pubic hair brushing against my swollen genitalia. "When do I get my turn?" She asks before sliding her hands up the bedpost, and grabs the handcuffs. A sudden click later and my arms drop down, shoulders creaking as they fall. I bring my arms up around her neck, and pull her in close, her nose rubbing against mine. "As soon as I recover, Kitty. As soon as I recover."
A/N: Finally done, after only working forever. Will Kitty, Jean and Rogue have fun together, or will Jean deny everything? Will Kitty get her turn? Find out at the same Yuri time, same Yuri channel! To the next chapter!