Title: Contrition
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: So not mines.
Summary: You know it hurts that bad...
Pairing: J/R
A/N: Hmmm, hah. I kinda like this one. ...kinda... I hope you guys do too.
Dedication: To Chele and Flaer. (Especially Flaer...i'm sooo freakin sorry i forgot to read chap. 18!! O_O i sowwwwy!!!) And, uh...well, Chele...I guess there's not much else to say than...[hugs your knees]...I wuv you! o_o
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She's wrung her hands clean of everything. Clean of the sins that they've commited. She scratches so hard that sometimes she can feel scrapes burning through her gloves. Rogue no longer breathes, speaks, or feels like before. And though her eyes are steel and her lips are pressed tight, still her hands tremble.
She stares at her in her air-light, flowy dress. Like a breeze could blow it right off. Rogue clenches her teeth because she knows what this means and it's only a matter of time now. It's coming in tidal waves and she glances around to see if anyone else notices. Notice the way Jean's skin hovers so closely to the surface of that paper thin dress. Or the way her hips swagger when she turns on her heel. Midday sun has the teacher's hair pinned up, sly strands dancing along the frame of her face. A droplet of sweat finding its way down the valley of her breasts. Rogue taps her foot and starts clawing at the inside of her palm.
Ringing still echoes in her ears when she realizes that the only other person in the room is Jean. The older woman smirks and slides up onto her table, air lifting the hem of her dress slightly, then letting it float back into place. Rogue sits firmly, hands clasped together as if to keep the invisible blood from seeping through. Maybe if she can say no this one time. Maybe the sins will erase themselves. Then Jean tilts her head to the side and slowly opens her legs, inch by deliberate inch. And when a gust of wind sweeps in, ruffling her dress in just the right way, Rogue gets up curses herself for being so weak.
She's angry at Jean, but knows that the telepath couldn't care any less. And that makes Rogue even angrier. So she plants her hands firmly at the tops of Jean's thighs and presses their lips togther. She wants Jean to know how much she fucking hates her right now. But then hands are sliding down her forearms and tugging at her gloves so lightly. Almost as if she were begging. Almost as if this meant something to her. The younger girl pulls back, removes her gloves and stares directly at Jean,
"This is what you want?" But there isn't even hesitation. Rogue's mouth is invaded by Jean's tongue and she mentally kicks herself for even asking. There doesn't need to be a question because the answer is always 'yes.'
She knows the contact is hurting the telepath when she realizes that it's hurting her too. Jean gets frantic and drags her hands away from where Rogue wanted them to where Jean needed them. Rogue knows how Jean likes it but it doesn't matter. She's only an instrument to her, which is why the student never minds when her teacher squeezes her hands so hard that her knuckles ache. Or when Jean bites down on her lower lip so hard that she draws blood. Rogue knows this is really killing her but swears to God that when Jean comes, the words 'I love you' are about to spill from her mouth.
Though it's never happened yet.
When it's over, Rogue has to be first to leave because Jean is always flushed dark red and panting. For a moment while she walks down the corridor, she's just about to let herself believe that this time was different. Then she'd see Scott heading towards the classroom and her hands would start to shake. Navigating her way to the nearest bathroom, rubbing her palms together, Rogue beings to murmur under her breath...
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: So not mines.
Summary: You know it hurts that bad...
Pairing: J/R
A/N: Hmmm, hah. I kinda like this one. ...kinda... I hope you guys do too.
Dedication: To Chele and Flaer. (Especially Flaer...i'm sooo freakin sorry i forgot to read chap. 18!! O_O i sowwwwy!!!) And, uh...well, Chele...I guess there's not much else to say than...[hugs your knees]...I wuv you! o_o
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She's wrung her hands clean of everything. Clean of the sins that they've commited. She scratches so hard that sometimes she can feel scrapes burning through her gloves. Rogue no longer breathes, speaks, or feels like before. And though her eyes are steel and her lips are pressed tight, still her hands tremble.
She stares at her in her air-light, flowy dress. Like a breeze could blow it right off. Rogue clenches her teeth because she knows what this means and it's only a matter of time now. It's coming in tidal waves and she glances around to see if anyone else notices. Notice the way Jean's skin hovers so closely to the surface of that paper thin dress. Or the way her hips swagger when she turns on her heel. Midday sun has the teacher's hair pinned up, sly strands dancing along the frame of her face. A droplet of sweat finding its way down the valley of her breasts. Rogue taps her foot and starts clawing at the inside of her palm.
Ringing still echoes in her ears when she realizes that the only other person in the room is Jean. The older woman smirks and slides up onto her table, air lifting the hem of her dress slightly, then letting it float back into place. Rogue sits firmly, hands clasped together as if to keep the invisible blood from seeping through. Maybe if she can say no this one time. Maybe the sins will erase themselves. Then Jean tilts her head to the side and slowly opens her legs, inch by deliberate inch. And when a gust of wind sweeps in, ruffling her dress in just the right way, Rogue gets up curses herself for being so weak.
She's angry at Jean, but knows that the telepath couldn't care any less. And that makes Rogue even angrier. So she plants her hands firmly at the tops of Jean's thighs and presses their lips togther. She wants Jean to know how much she fucking hates her right now. But then hands are sliding down her forearms and tugging at her gloves so lightly. Almost as if she were begging. Almost as if this meant something to her. The younger girl pulls back, removes her gloves and stares directly at Jean,
"This is what you want?" But there isn't even hesitation. Rogue's mouth is invaded by Jean's tongue and she mentally kicks herself for even asking. There doesn't need to be a question because the answer is always 'yes.'
She knows the contact is hurting the telepath when she realizes that it's hurting her too. Jean gets frantic and drags her hands away from where Rogue wanted them to where Jean needed them. Rogue knows how Jean likes it but it doesn't matter. She's only an instrument to her, which is why the student never minds when her teacher squeezes her hands so hard that her knuckles ache. Or when Jean bites down on her lower lip so hard that she draws blood. Rogue knows this is really killing her but swears to God that when Jean comes, the words 'I love you' are about to spill from her mouth.
Though it's never happened yet.
When it's over, Rogue has to be first to leave because Jean is always flushed dark red and panting. For a moment while she walks down the corridor, she's just about to let herself believe that this time was different. Then she'd see Scott heading towards the classroom and her hands would start to shake. Navigating her way to the nearest bathroom, rubbing her palms together, Rogue beings to murmur under her breath...
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."