Chapter 6: Afterglow
Rogue ran her fingers through Remy's now only slightly damp hair softly, "you haven't said anything in an hour," she murmured softly. They were on the couch in the recreation room, and it was one in the morning. Rogue was sitting at one end of the couch, and Remy was sprawled across it, his face upon her lap. They were both clad in dry clothes, Rogue in a pair of grey flannel plaid pyjamas and Remy in a thick sweater and a pair of jogging pants.
Neither had said much to either since coming out of the bathroom, a comfortable non-awkward tranquil silence that was almost reassuring.
"Sorry," he murmured, he closed his eyes, savouring the feel of her hands in his hair, it was soothing, "I'm just sleepy I guess, don't really have much to say either."
Rogue glanced towards the TV, they'd put a DVD on and she'd barely been paying attention to it, she kept replaying the scene in the shower stall over and over in her mind. A memory she wouldn't soon want to forget. "How you feelin'?" she asked softly.
"Relaxed," he responded softly, he opened his eyes and glanced towards the television. He could barely believe what had happened in the shower stall himself, but it had been real, and he had the lingering satisfied feeling to prove it. "So relaxed…more relaxed than I think I ever been in a long time," he added. "Even my back isn't hurtin' as bad…I guess you found a remedy for the tension I been feelin' lately."
Rogue smiled a little, feeling rather pleased with herself.
"Was it what you expected, Chere?" he asked curiously, he kept his eyes on the television, comfortable with his face upon her thigh.
"Everything that I expected it to be, Remy…" Rogue continued stroking her gloved fingers through his hair, "more than I expected it to be…it was perfect."
Remy nodded as much as he could without sitting up, "I half expected you to chicken out once you saw me…I didn't think you'd be prepared for what you were going to see…but you never took your eyes off me…that surprised me," He said softly.
Rogue giggled, "I was entranced…you have the body of Adonis, Remy, how could I take my eyes off of you even for a second?"
"Adonis, eh? You compare me with a greek god now," He smirked to himself, "you sure do know how to make a guy feel sexy," he joked.
Rogue propped her elbow up on the armrest and placed her cheek against her palm, "I feel like such a bad girl," she giggled.
"You are…an…extremely…bad…girl," he kissed her flannel clad thigh playfully, "just hope you'll let me be bad to you some day, repay the kindness."
"This wasn't about doin' it to get stuff, Remy," Rogue admitted, "I didn't do it in hope I'd get somethin' in return, I did it because I wanted to please you, remember?"
"And you did…extremely," Remy leaned up, he stretched a little, "But some day…I want to be able to please you too, give you more pleasure than you probably ever gave yourself," he rested his arm on the back of the couch, turned towards her.
"I've never felt that kind of pleasure, Remy," Rogue admitted, "never been fully interested in it to be honest," she shrugged.
Remy's eyebrows were both raised in surprise, "seriously? You've never—"
"No…please, can we drop this?" She asked, her voice faltering, her face going red, this wasn't a topic she really felt like going into with Remy. Sex was one thing, and talk about pleasuring him was easy, but when it came to herself, it felt more embarrassing than she felt she could deal comfortably with.
"But…sorry, I can't just drop this yet, are you tellin' me…you've never…never ever…even when alone…"
"No! Can we please drop it now?" she pleaded, she pursed her lips so tight together it hurt her mouth.
"You're blushing," Remy teased.
"Am not, shut up!" she smacked him gently.
He laughed, "why you so embarrassed, Chere, you just jerked me off in the shower," he said in a low voice, "we shouldn't have any inhibitions now," he stated, "you've seen me naked, you've touched me, we're no longer in the 'innocent boyfriend and girlfriend' category anymore."
"Then what are we now?" Rogue rolled her eyes, but smiled a little.
"We're intimate, we're lovers, we are…naughty," he grinned, he placed his hand upon her thigh.
"Remyyyyyyyy," she shoved his hand off, but giggled, "stop it, c'mon, be serious…"
"Fine, I'll be serious," he pulled on a straight face, and composed himself, "so…why haven't you ever touched yourself? I mean I thought girls supposedly did it just as much as guys? At least all the girls I've known have admitted they do it just as frequent…and surely you must have been curious."
"No, I've never been curious," Rogue shrugged.
Remy leaned in closer, "never?"
"Never," she repeated firmly.
"Is this because of the rape that you're kind of frigid about allowing yourself pleasure?" he asked.
"No…and please stop mentioning that," Rogue sighed.
"Sorry," Remy mentally kicked herself, "so…its not that, then there must be some reason…" He pulled her into his arms so her back was against his chest, he kissed the shoulder of her flannel pyjama top tenderly, sliding his arms through hers and over her belly, "maybe…you wanted your first touch to be from me," he joked.
Rogue smirked, "don't flatter yourself, LeBeau."
"Maybe…you wanted me to be the first one to make you feel that special something…eh?" he kissed the shoulder of her pyjama top again, he let his hands wander over her stomach, the fabric of the top beneath their skin.
"You're so full of yourself," Rogue giggled.
"Maybe if I just move my hands a little like this, you're not gonna pull away," he murmured softly near her ear, he brought his hands up towards her breasts, "no?" he asked, bringing them up a little more.
Rogue held her breath, suddenly she was aware of how interesting the movie was, "Hey, look, Drew Barrymore is in this movie," she said, as if she wanted to distract him from seeing how embarrassed she was becoming.
Remy smirked, "you hate her," he cupped her breasts softly, "you think she's a bimbo," he kissed her shoulder again.
Rogue closed her eyes and swallowed nervously, "she's a talented actress," she stated, finding it hard to have a conversation when his hands were touching her where he'd never touched before, even the flannel between their flesh wasn't stopping the sensitivity of her breasts under his fingers.
Remy smirked, he could tell even without looking at her face she was becoming very distracted now, he deliberately brushed his thumbs against the small bumps that had begun to show through the flannel, she shivered and squirmed, "gettin' a bit sensitive are we, Chere?" he murmured near her ear.
"It's a bit cold in here," she lied, her voice full of stammer.
"Feels fine to me," he brushed his thumbs against her nipples again, she squirmed again, this time she let out a tiny shaky gasp. As uninterested in sex he'd been earlier tonight, now things were beginning to get very interesting. Maybe it was just the fact he knew she'd never felt such pleasure that brought him the urge to press onwards and see how far he could go – how far she'd allow him to continue.
"I think a window is open…maybe I should close it…" she said, her voice becoming no more than an audible squeak.
"I shut them all when I first came in," he responded, a third time he brushed his thumbs against her, she repeated the shudder, this time squeezing her legs together tight, "gettin' quite aroused aren't you?" he whispered near her ear, "I'm barely even touchin' you and you're already squirmin' like you're in need," he softly kneaded her breasts.
Rogue could barely believe he had her helpless, she wanted to be able to pull away, and yet, she was curious to see just what he'd do if she didn't. She squirmed under his touch, an indescribable ache beginning to grow in her, forcing her to squeeze her thighs together to try and suppress it – and it wasn't helping at all.
"Gettin' really aroused now," he murmured, "you can barely hold it back can you?" he whispered, "you think if you push your legs together like that its gonna stop the yearning…but it won't," he smirked.
Rogue swallowed nervously, her breath becoming laboured and shallow, "god, why you doin' this to me?" she asked, her voice barely audible now, nothing more than a tense whisper.
"Because you're not fightin' it," he murmured, "if you want me to stop tell me to and I will," he murmured, "if you don't…well, then I'm gonna continue," he pinched softly at the bumps through the fabric, she gasped and squirmed more.
It was becoming hard to ignore, this strange indescribable feeling, she couldn't hold it in, it was so uncomfortable, but not painful. It was a yearning, he was right, a yearning for something.
"So, Chere," he murmured, "do you want me to stop?"
She couldn't answer, and if she had been able to she wasn't sure she'd want to, afraid of the answer that might come out of her mouth, yes she wanted him to stop, yet if he did she'd be terribly disappointed.
Remy watched the heaving of her chest, he slid one hand down her stomach, "or…" he murmured, "do you want me to take it a little further and if I can fulfil that yearnin'?" he kept his voice low, and throaty, using his most charming tone.
Rogue swallowed nervously, how could he expect her to answer? She could barely breathe she was in so much torment. How was it possible his touch was all it took to get her that bothered?
"I need an answer, chere," he murmured, "Or I might just have to stop…"
"Keep goin'," she whispered, "keep goin'…" her voice uneven, timid.
He smoothly ran his hand down, "stop pressin' your legs together," he commanded softly, "it's not gonna help…" he assured.
She complied as much as she could, although it felt involuntary – that was, up until she felt his hand press against the area between her legs. The sheer soft pressure made her moan, she'd never expected to moan so load.
"Sssh," Remy murmured near her ear, "don't wanna wake the whole mansion now, remember how out in the open we are in the rec room," he reminded, he softened his touch to give her time to adjust, one hand still against her left breast, his right pressing between her legs softly.
Rogue bit into her lip so hard she was sure it was going to bleed, his hand began to softly rub just over her flannel bottoms, between the two layers of her pyjama bottoms and her underwear, she felt so overly sensitive still that she was finding it difficult not to gasp and moan. She struggled, finding it hard to sit still. She heard him laugh a little trying to hold her still as he continued.
"Want me to stop?" he asked.
"No," she pleaded, "not yet…"
He continued, quite aware that her breathing grew faster. He was curious to just how close – if at all – he could bring her to the height of all pleasure through her clothes. He'd thought of it, and it wasn't like he'd never touched a girl over the clothes before. He'd never, however, tried to completely bring a woman to climax this way. He supposed it was going to be a learning experience for them both.
"Eww…what are you guys doing?!"
Rogue and Remy both shot up at Kitty's voice, Kitty was standing at the door, looking quite bleary eyed, Rogue's face flushed scarlet, Remy pursed his lips together, "watching a movie," Remy answered as quickly as he could.
"Well, your movie is up WAY too loud – I can hear it all the way upstairs…" Kitty rubbed her eyes, "it woke me up."
"Sorry…" Remy looked sideways to Rogue, he – like Rogue – was pondering just how much Kitty might have seen.
"Rogue, you have school tomorrow and we have a training session at six, why are you still up?" Kitty pointed to the time on a nearby wall clock, it was half one in the morning now.
Rogue gritted her teeth, her face flushed, breathing still fast, "Uhm…I couldn't sleep…but now I'm kind of tired, I'm just going to go to bed…"
Kitty raised an eyebrow, "Right…well…I'll see you upstairs then," she said, she glanced towards Remy suspiciously, "night, Remy."
"Night…" Remy looked down to the floor, a guilty smirk playing about his face.
Kitty left promptly, Rogue folded her arms, "she always does that…interrupts…"
"Lets murder her," Remy suggested playfully.
"Too suspicious. We'd need to make it look like an accident," she sighed, "Jesus…" she was still breathing heavy.
"I'm sorry…" he looked at her, "didn't quite get you there…"
"Forget it," Rogue blushed, "I better get to bed…I have to be up at six for a training session."
"Fun," Remy rolled his eyes. "Well…night…"
Rogue kissed the tips of her soft fabric gloved fingers, and gently caressed Remy's mouth, "night…" she whispered, and rushed off, heading through the dark threshold.
Remy sat back down onto the couch, "damn Kitty Pryde," he pouted to himself, "damn her."
- The End (or is it?)