Togue Fluff
chapter 1: 'Twas The Nightingale.
I wake up around 5 in the morning. I feel his warm, slight body pressed against me. I can't
believe I was so mad at him yesterday. He got wasted with his loser friends, said a buncha stuff
about me. He begged me forgivness. I love him, so I guess forgivving is part of the deal. But, he
still had to pay for what he did. He was my little sex slave last night. Todd riles so easily
against authority, I was sure he'd hate it, but he didn't seem to mind so much.
A rose colored finger of sunlight shines through my window and across his face. He's smiling.
I can tell from the way he breathes he's still asleep, but he's smiling. Do I make him smile? He
must be having a nice dream. They say that when babies smile in their sleep, they're seeing angels.
What does Todd see?
I turn on my lamp. He doesn't wake up. I want a better look at him. Some say Todd Tolensky
ain't much to look at. I don't care. I can see his beauty if no one else can. I pull back the
blanket covering him. His skin is pale, like mine, but with a tinge of green. Like the moon on
some nights. It's perfectly smoothe. Even through satin gloves I can feel how flawlessly smoothe
it is, especially when he's all excited and heats up.
He has his hands all tucked under his head. His hair is thick and soft. Still smells like
the guava and mango shampoo I made him use last night. His shoulders are lean and round. He's
very short-waisted. Something about seeing his bare back does something to me. I just can't place it.
I follow the outline of his spine to that perfect butt. It's so firm and so soft all at once. It's
contured just so and just the right size for my hands to squeeze.
His legs are crooked under him. My God, his legs! They're so long, he's practically nothing
but legs. The muscles are long, lean and firm. The thighs are well developed. The calves are just
so. I know he has this tender spot on the inside of his thigh that drives him crazy when I touch
it just right. He's shifting. Must be waking up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cold. Musta kicked the covers off last night. I reach for them. I feel a gloved hand stroke
my arm. Oh. That's right. I'm in bed with Marie. Naked and in bed with Marie. Everyone calls her
Rogue, but to me, she will always be Marie. She wanted to punish me last night. That was punishment?
I'll admit, it wasn't something I'd be willing to do all the time, but it wasn't bad. She didn't
tie me up or beat me or anything. OK, she slapped me on the leg once, but not all that hard. I
kinda liked it.
I say "Good morning" to her. That's all I can think of. "Mornin'." she says. I love her
accent. She wraps those gentle arms around me and...aaah, bliss. Getting hugged by Marie is like
being held by an angel. An incredibly sexy angel. Not that I believe in that kinda stuff.
We must be thinking on the same wave length. She says to me "You know you smile in your
sleep?" It's news to me. "They say if a baby smiles in his sleep, he's seein' angels."
I look up at her. "You're the only angel I've ever seen." Not even six in the morning, and
already making with the romance talk. Go me! Go me!
She kisses me on the top of my head. Being kissed. Being loved. Being made love to. I can't
believe this is happening to me; scrawny, dirty, homely Todd Tolensky. I cling to her. I don't
care how needy it makes me look. I nuzzle her. Right THERE. Just between her boobs. I can feel
them through her lycra unitard. So soft. I can feel her heart beating if I press my face against
her just right. My eyes sting. I can't help it. I get weepy when I'm with her sometimes. I'm not
going to cry. There. I'm calm now.
Her hands. They're trailing over my chest and stomache. And down further. Oh. That feels
great! Oh! OH!!
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Mental note: do laundry today. I change gloves. I just love those little noises Todd makes
when he's enjoying himself. Whimpers, mewls, grunts, groans. I don't want him to get too loud.
It wouldn't do to have him wake up half the mansion. Kurt and Logan would fight over the
priveledge to tear him limb from limb if they knew what we did last night.
"I wish I could do that for you." he sighs.
I just want to cuddle him! Me, Miss Bitchy, Bad-Ass, Don't-Touch-Me Goth, wants to cuddle
someone. I press him close to me and give him feather light strokes dawn the length of his body.
Do I make him feel good? I hope so. His lips. They've latched on to me. He's sucking. Ooh, watch
the teeth, Sugar. God, even through lycra, that feels good!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know why I did that. Some primal instinct of whatever. She seemed to like it, so I
kept going, switching from one to the other. I gave the one I wasn't sucking on a gentle squeeze.
I feel her stroke my hair, urging me to continue. Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets.
After a while she tells me to stop. We just lie in bed and hold each other. This is as
close to Heaven as I'll ever get. I wonder, with everything I've done wrong in my life, did I do
something right somewhere? I feel like Marie is some big reward. I don't deserve her. I know I've
probably broken 7 out of 10 Commandments. I never killed no one, felt like it though. Never did
adultry, cuz you gotta be married before you can do that. Never worshipped an idol. Who the hell
does that anymore? I never really believed in God. The world is just too crazy, too random, to
believe someone is in control. I believe in love. I almost lost faith in it, but Marie brought
me back.
I hear something outside her window. Sounds like a bird chirping.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sound of a bird chirping at my window make me turn my head. It's nearly dawn. I hate
to do it, but I tell my darling he has to leave.
"Just a few more minutes." he begs. He doesn't want to leave anymore than I want him to go.
"Everyone will be up soon." I say. "You best get going, 'fore Logan decides to have Toad
legs for breakfast."
"I'm not affraid of him." he lies, snuggling me.
"Sweetie, you need to go."
He gets out of bed. I watch him pull on the clothes he came in last night. Get one last
look at those cute butt cheeks. I want to kiss him. I brush a silk scarf over his lips and press
mine against his. His arms go around my neck. His lips and tongue work sweetly against mine. We
break off to come up for air. "You really need to go." I say.
"Yeah."
"Kocham cie." I hug him, using the bit of Polish he taught me.
"Kocham cie." He kisses my hair,lets me go and opens the window. The bird flies away. He
stops to blow me one last kiss and leaps out the window.
I fall back on the bed. I miss him already. I think of Todd's nimble fingers, his supple
tongue, his strong legs, his eagerness to please. Wanda, you have no idea what you're missing!
Oh well, too late. He's my man now.
They say he smells bad. If they knew the truth. My poor baby. He was abused so badly at
home that he thought not bathing would make his stepdad leave him alone. Then he was homeless,
got into the habit of not bathing cuz he couldn't for so long. He thought 'What's the point? No
one wants to be around me anyway. Why bother?' Then, I guess I changed his mind. When he's clean,
he smells like earth and water. The way it smells outside after a spring rain. He sometimes
borrows a splash of cologne form Lance. Nice musky scent. He balks at the scented soaps I try to
get him to use. He says he doesn't want to smell 'like a fruit salad.' Todd as fruit. Yummy! I'm
getting some naughty images in my mind right now.
They say he's ugly. Whatever. Eye of the beholder and all that. If he'd smile that gentle
smile just a little more often, he'd have every girl in Bayville hanging off him. He has very
pretty eyes. Gold colored ones that have seen too much pain in 17 years. He has gentle, shapely
hands. His skin. I wish I could touch it so bad. He has barely any body hair and he shimmers
like a star when he gets sweaty. I think I mentioned his fine ass.
I hug my pillow, wishing it was him. What I want is to grab Todd and just run away with
him. Anywhere. Away from the X-men, away from the Brotherhood, everything. Somewhere. Just the
two of us. I'd be happy anywhere with him. Not a lot of things really make me happy, but Todd
is definatly one of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm laughing as I hop back to the boarding house. I feel happier than I've ever been. I hop
so high I feel like I'm flying for a moment. Marie! I'm in love with Marie! I want to shout it
out to the world! And she loves me. I have to sit down a minute and collect myself.
I flop down under a tree. The sky above is slowly turning blue. A fly buzzes close. SNAP!
Not a bad breakfast. My heart feels so big. Like Marie filled it to bursting with love. I feel
so warm when I think of her. Warm and tingly all over. In some places more than others.
I lay back and sigh. I snap up a few more flies for breakfast. Don't knock it 'til you
try it, OK? Marie...I feel like I'm floating. I've had dreams-weird, crazy dreams-about flying
through the air with my Marie, making love to her in mid-air. I can touch her in my dreams. She
doesn't quite feel real. Nothing you touch in a dream does. I guess flying is just something a
lot of people dream about because they can't do it for real.
I love this feeling. I'm so light and happy. This isn't what I felt for Wanda. All I felt
was wanting, desiring. Marie makes me feel satisfied. I knew she was a wonderful girl the first
time she came to the boarding house. I felt unworthy of her and stayed away from her. Then she
left. She left and I felt like I had missed the boat. Then Wanda came along. I saw things in her
that I saw in Rogue. That confident don't-mess-with-me attitude hiding the frightened little
girl on the inside. That toughness mixed with vulnerability. That sexy, curvy frame. I didn't
want to blow my chance at love again, so I threw myself at her. Probably looked like the World's
Biggest Dork. I don't love Wanda anymore. I pity her. She won't let herself love someone, or
even be loved.
I hop back to the boarding house. I come in to see Lance lounging around in his boxers. I
won't let that disturbing sight spoil my mood.
"You just now rolling in?" he asks. "Where you been all night?"
"That's for me to know, and you not to find out."
"Lemme guess, Rogue forgave you, right?"
"Not sayin'."
"Just tell me, man, is make-up sex as good as they say it is?"
"How should I know?" I play it cool.
"Cuz, I'm thinking maybe I can get Kitty to do me if I get her real mad then apologize
like hell."
I laugh. How does Lance come up with this garbage? I just hop up to my room, feeling the
deep joy that comes from being loved.
Author's notes:
Awww...wan't that sweet? It comes right after Rogue's Honor on AdultFanFiction.net. I think I
kept this one just this side of NC-17. "Kocham cie" (pronounced ko-kham chee) is Polish for
"I love you." My other adult fanfic "Objects in the Rearview Mirror" explains the origins of
that. Think of it as the equivelent of Kurt's "Ich liebe dich." If you're wondering about the
title of this chapter, it's from Shakespear's /Romeo and Juliet/. There's a scene where Romeo
and Juliet have just consumated their marriage. Romeo has to leave at dawn because (1) he's
been banished to Mantua and (2) if her family catches him, they'll kill him. Juliet hears a bird
chirp at her window and says it's a nightingale, not a lark. Meaning that she wants to pretend
that it isn't dawn yet because that would mean Romeo has to leave. Why she didn't just pack up
and run away to Mantua with him, I don't know.
chapter 1: 'Twas The Nightingale.
I wake up around 5 in the morning. I feel his warm, slight body pressed against me. I can't
believe I was so mad at him yesterday. He got wasted with his loser friends, said a buncha stuff
about me. He begged me forgivness. I love him, so I guess forgivving is part of the deal. But, he
still had to pay for what he did. He was my little sex slave last night. Todd riles so easily
against authority, I was sure he'd hate it, but he didn't seem to mind so much.
A rose colored finger of sunlight shines through my window and across his face. He's smiling.
I can tell from the way he breathes he's still asleep, but he's smiling. Do I make him smile? He
must be having a nice dream. They say that when babies smile in their sleep, they're seeing angels.
What does Todd see?
I turn on my lamp. He doesn't wake up. I want a better look at him. Some say Todd Tolensky
ain't much to look at. I don't care. I can see his beauty if no one else can. I pull back the
blanket covering him. His skin is pale, like mine, but with a tinge of green. Like the moon on
some nights. It's perfectly smoothe. Even through satin gloves I can feel how flawlessly smoothe
it is, especially when he's all excited and heats up.
He has his hands all tucked under his head. His hair is thick and soft. Still smells like
the guava and mango shampoo I made him use last night. His shoulders are lean and round. He's
very short-waisted. Something about seeing his bare back does something to me. I just can't place it.
I follow the outline of his spine to that perfect butt. It's so firm and so soft all at once. It's
contured just so and just the right size for my hands to squeeze.
His legs are crooked under him. My God, his legs! They're so long, he's practically nothing
but legs. The muscles are long, lean and firm. The thighs are well developed. The calves are just
so. I know he has this tender spot on the inside of his thigh that drives him crazy when I touch
it just right. He's shifting. Must be waking up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cold. Musta kicked the covers off last night. I reach for them. I feel a gloved hand stroke
my arm. Oh. That's right. I'm in bed with Marie. Naked and in bed with Marie. Everyone calls her
Rogue, but to me, she will always be Marie. She wanted to punish me last night. That was punishment?
I'll admit, it wasn't something I'd be willing to do all the time, but it wasn't bad. She didn't
tie me up or beat me or anything. OK, she slapped me on the leg once, but not all that hard. I
kinda liked it.
I say "Good morning" to her. That's all I can think of. "Mornin'." she says. I love her
accent. She wraps those gentle arms around me and...aaah, bliss. Getting hugged by Marie is like
being held by an angel. An incredibly sexy angel. Not that I believe in that kinda stuff.
We must be thinking on the same wave length. She says to me "You know you smile in your
sleep?" It's news to me. "They say if a baby smiles in his sleep, he's seein' angels."
I look up at her. "You're the only angel I've ever seen." Not even six in the morning, and
already making with the romance talk. Go me! Go me!
She kisses me on the top of my head. Being kissed. Being loved. Being made love to. I can't
believe this is happening to me; scrawny, dirty, homely Todd Tolensky. I cling to her. I don't
care how needy it makes me look. I nuzzle her. Right THERE. Just between her boobs. I can feel
them through her lycra unitard. So soft. I can feel her heart beating if I press my face against
her just right. My eyes sting. I can't help it. I get weepy when I'm with her sometimes. I'm not
going to cry. There. I'm calm now.
Her hands. They're trailing over my chest and stomache. And down further. Oh. That feels
great! Oh! OH!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mental note: do laundry today. I change gloves. I just love those little noises Todd makes
when he's enjoying himself. Whimpers, mewls, grunts, groans. I don't want him to get too loud.
It wouldn't do to have him wake up half the mansion. Kurt and Logan would fight over the
priveledge to tear him limb from limb if they knew what we did last night.
"I wish I could do that for you." he sighs.
I just want to cuddle him! Me, Miss Bitchy, Bad-Ass, Don't-Touch-Me Goth, wants to cuddle
someone. I press him close to me and give him feather light strokes dawn the length of his body.
Do I make him feel good? I hope so. His lips. They've latched on to me. He's sucking. Ooh, watch
the teeth, Sugar. God, even through lycra, that feels good!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know why I did that. Some primal instinct of whatever. She seemed to like it, so I
kept going, switching from one to the other. I gave the one I wasn't sucking on a gentle squeeze.
I feel her stroke my hair, urging me to continue. Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets.
After a while she tells me to stop. We just lie in bed and hold each other. This is as
close to Heaven as I'll ever get. I wonder, with everything I've done wrong in my life, did I do
something right somewhere? I feel like Marie is some big reward. I don't deserve her. I know I've
probably broken 7 out of 10 Commandments. I never killed no one, felt like it though. Never did
adultry, cuz you gotta be married before you can do that. Never worshipped an idol. Who the hell
does that anymore? I never really believed in God. The world is just too crazy, too random, to
believe someone is in control. I believe in love. I almost lost faith in it, but Marie brought
me back.
I hear something outside her window. Sounds like a bird chirping.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sound of a bird chirping at my window make me turn my head. It's nearly dawn. I hate
to do it, but I tell my darling he has to leave.
"Just a few more minutes." he begs. He doesn't want to leave anymore than I want him to go.
"Everyone will be up soon." I say. "You best get going, 'fore Logan decides to have Toad
legs for breakfast."
"I'm not affraid of him." he lies, snuggling me.
"Sweetie, you need to go."
He gets out of bed. I watch him pull on the clothes he came in last night. Get one last
look at those cute butt cheeks. I want to kiss him. I brush a silk scarf over his lips and press
mine against his. His arms go around my neck. His lips and tongue work sweetly against mine. We
break off to come up for air. "You really need to go." I say.
"Yeah."
"Kocham cie." I hug him, using the bit of Polish he taught me.
"Kocham cie." He kisses my hair,lets me go and opens the window. The bird flies away. He
stops to blow me one last kiss and leaps out the window.
I fall back on the bed. I miss him already. I think of Todd's nimble fingers, his supple
tongue, his strong legs, his eagerness to please. Wanda, you have no idea what you're missing!
Oh well, too late. He's my man now.
They say he smells bad. If they knew the truth. My poor baby. He was abused so badly at
home that he thought not bathing would make his stepdad leave him alone. Then he was homeless,
got into the habit of not bathing cuz he couldn't for so long. He thought 'What's the point? No
one wants to be around me anyway. Why bother?' Then, I guess I changed his mind. When he's clean,
he smells like earth and water. The way it smells outside after a spring rain. He sometimes
borrows a splash of cologne form Lance. Nice musky scent. He balks at the scented soaps I try to
get him to use. He says he doesn't want to smell 'like a fruit salad.' Todd as fruit. Yummy! I'm
getting some naughty images in my mind right now.
They say he's ugly. Whatever. Eye of the beholder and all that. If he'd smile that gentle
smile just a little more often, he'd have every girl in Bayville hanging off him. He has very
pretty eyes. Gold colored ones that have seen too much pain in 17 years. He has gentle, shapely
hands. His skin. I wish I could touch it so bad. He has barely any body hair and he shimmers
like a star when he gets sweaty. I think I mentioned his fine ass.
I hug my pillow, wishing it was him. What I want is to grab Todd and just run away with
him. Anywhere. Away from the X-men, away from the Brotherhood, everything. Somewhere. Just the
two of us. I'd be happy anywhere with him. Not a lot of things really make me happy, but Todd
is definatly one of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm laughing as I hop back to the boarding house. I feel happier than I've ever been. I hop
so high I feel like I'm flying for a moment. Marie! I'm in love with Marie! I want to shout it
out to the world! And she loves me. I have to sit down a minute and collect myself.
I flop down under a tree. The sky above is slowly turning blue. A fly buzzes close. SNAP!
Not a bad breakfast. My heart feels so big. Like Marie filled it to bursting with love. I feel
so warm when I think of her. Warm and tingly all over. In some places more than others.
I lay back and sigh. I snap up a few more flies for breakfast. Don't knock it 'til you
try it, OK? Marie...I feel like I'm floating. I've had dreams-weird, crazy dreams-about flying
through the air with my Marie, making love to her in mid-air. I can touch her in my dreams. She
doesn't quite feel real. Nothing you touch in a dream does. I guess flying is just something a
lot of people dream about because they can't do it for real.
I love this feeling. I'm so light and happy. This isn't what I felt for Wanda. All I felt
was wanting, desiring. Marie makes me feel satisfied. I knew she was a wonderful girl the first
time she came to the boarding house. I felt unworthy of her and stayed away from her. Then she
left. She left and I felt like I had missed the boat. Then Wanda came along. I saw things in her
that I saw in Rogue. That confident don't-mess-with-me attitude hiding the frightened little
girl on the inside. That toughness mixed with vulnerability. That sexy, curvy frame. I didn't
want to blow my chance at love again, so I threw myself at her. Probably looked like the World's
Biggest Dork. I don't love Wanda anymore. I pity her. She won't let herself love someone, or
even be loved.
I hop back to the boarding house. I come in to see Lance lounging around in his boxers. I
won't let that disturbing sight spoil my mood.
"You just now rolling in?" he asks. "Where you been all night?"
"That's for me to know, and you not to find out."
"Lemme guess, Rogue forgave you, right?"
"Not sayin'."
"Just tell me, man, is make-up sex as good as they say it is?"
"How should I know?" I play it cool.
"Cuz, I'm thinking maybe I can get Kitty to do me if I get her real mad then apologize
like hell."
I laugh. How does Lance come up with this garbage? I just hop up to my room, feeling the
deep joy that comes from being loved.
Author's notes:
Awww...wan't that sweet? It comes right after Rogue's Honor on AdultFanFiction.net. I think I
kept this one just this side of NC-17. "Kocham cie" (pronounced ko-kham chee) is Polish for
"I love you." My other adult fanfic "Objects in the Rearview Mirror" explains the origins of
that. Think of it as the equivelent of Kurt's "Ich liebe dich." If you're wondering about the
title of this chapter, it's from Shakespear's /Romeo and Juliet/. There's a scene where Romeo
and Juliet have just consumated their marriage. Romeo has to leave at dawn because (1) he's
been banished to Mantua and (2) if her family catches him, they'll kill him. Juliet hears a bird
chirp at her window and says it's a nightingale, not a lark. Meaning that she wants to pretend
that it isn't dawn yet because that would mean Romeo has to leave. Why she didn't just pack up
and run away to Mantua with him, I don't know.