Title: Lovely Inclinations
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: Not Mines...
Pairing: J/OC, J/R kinda
Summary: She's just so loverly...
A/N: Gah, I made the mistake of writing this last night but waiting to type it out today. =\ It's been sitting around and now that I'm out of my writing mood, I kinda don't feel so encouraged to post this. I just like the title. =| ...damn these stories are getting shorter...not a good thing...
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"I think you're lovely," she says, bowing her head so slightly. Innocent hands fretting with themselves, fingers tumbling over knuckles. There's a cherry blush rising in her cheeks and her breaths are quick and noticeable. Jean, as flattered as she is, furrows her brow. 'Lovely' is definitely not a word anyone, in her 17 years of living, has ever associated her with before. Nevertheless, she smirks, moving in closer to the younger girl and takes ahold of her tangled hands, " Trust me, there's only one person here who's anything lovely, and it's not me."
In a messy heap on the bedroom floor of this lovely girl, Jean's almost hesitant when she hears that girl emit a sharp, shocked gasp. Pausing for a moment, she remembers exactly who started this. After all, she was invited.
It takes the telepath a while to figure out how things ended up like this, with herself on the bottom. Jean's never been on the bottom. How is this shy little thing who could barely navigate through her own sentences without stumbling up, is dominating over her? Staring up at the hovering girl, almost about to protest, something catches Jean's eye. She notices the way her collar falls, slowly unveiling the skin along her neck, her shoulder, her chest. Jean's breath is caught, dumbstruck on how this beautiful wallflower seems to be seducing her without even knowing it. The older girl doesn't move an inch and decides to let this one go, just this once. As long as no one finds out. It's not like she's going to let it happen again...
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Jean was never nervous infront of a crowd. So becoming a teacher didn't really phase her. It's the way she prefers it. Jean is always on top. But when Rogue spits back a rebuttal to her theory, one that's so blunt and obvious, that she fears that the students could be right, she stops. While the rest of the class is gaping and making intimidated noises, Rogue gives Jean the once over, rolls her eyes, and continues scribbling in her book. The teacher can't help but to stare. Notice the way stray strands of hair cascades, shadowing her face. The way her lips occasionally murmurs something while she writes. The way the neck of her top dips lower than low. Jean notices the way Rogue's cheeks, despite her best effort to hide it, shows the tinge of a blush and decides to maybe let this one go, just one more time.
Author: Meesh
Disclaimer: Not Mines...
Pairing: J/OC, J/R kinda
Summary: She's just so loverly...
A/N: Gah, I made the mistake of writing this last night but waiting to type it out today. =\ It's been sitting around and now that I'm out of my writing mood, I kinda don't feel so encouraged to post this. I just like the title. =| ...damn these stories are getting shorter...not a good thing...
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"I think you're lovely," she says, bowing her head so slightly. Innocent hands fretting with themselves, fingers tumbling over knuckles. There's a cherry blush rising in her cheeks and her breaths are quick and noticeable. Jean, as flattered as she is, furrows her brow. 'Lovely' is definitely not a word anyone, in her 17 years of living, has ever associated her with before. Nevertheless, she smirks, moving in closer to the younger girl and takes ahold of her tangled hands, " Trust me, there's only one person here who's anything lovely, and it's not me."
In a messy heap on the bedroom floor of this lovely girl, Jean's almost hesitant when she hears that girl emit a sharp, shocked gasp. Pausing for a moment, she remembers exactly who started this. After all, she was invited.
It takes the telepath a while to figure out how things ended up like this, with herself on the bottom. Jean's never been on the bottom. How is this shy little thing who could barely navigate through her own sentences without stumbling up, is dominating over her? Staring up at the hovering girl, almost about to protest, something catches Jean's eye. She notices the way her collar falls, slowly unveiling the skin along her neck, her shoulder, her chest. Jean's breath is caught, dumbstruck on how this beautiful wallflower seems to be seducing her without even knowing it. The older girl doesn't move an inch and decides to let this one go, just this once. As long as no one finds out. It's not like she's going to let it happen again...
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Jean was never nervous infront of a crowd. So becoming a teacher didn't really phase her. It's the way she prefers it. Jean is always on top. But when Rogue spits back a rebuttal to her theory, one that's so blunt and obvious, that she fears that the students could be right, she stops. While the rest of the class is gaping and making intimidated noises, Rogue gives Jean the once over, rolls her eyes, and continues scribbling in her book. The teacher can't help but to stare. Notice the way stray strands of hair cascades, shadowing her face. The way her lips occasionally murmurs something while she writes. The way the neck of her top dips lower than low. Jean notices the way Rogue's cheeks, despite her best effort to hide it, shows the tinge of a blush and decides to maybe let this one go, just one more time.