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Disclaimer - I do [not] own X-Men: Evolution.
Rating - R for bad words and some yummy sexual stuff. ;)
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Pryo was limping over to the X-Jet, ready to leave with them.
"Sorry, bub, but you ain't goin'." Logan said, crossing his arms. St. John stared at him as if he didn't hear him correctly.
"I spent one hour getting spandex on.. for NOTHING!?" He wailed. Most of the others were strongly against it, but he wouldn't give up. "I'm going. No one is going to stop me." Piotr sighed and shook his head. The pyromaniac was freaking out; wailing on Logan with a stick that he pulled from thin air.
"It would be faster if we just let him go. He can stay in the jet." The professor said, wheeling over to them then doing that.. annoying steeple thing with his hands. John stopped beating Logan with the stick and his eyes misted over.
"The prof. is smarter than you, BUB. Let him decide!" Logan rolled his eyes; having one more 'kid' to put with.
"Let's just get one thing straight. I ain't babysitting him."
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Rogue laid sprawled out on her bed in a deep sleep. Instead of having her pillow underneath her head, it was clutched in her arms. "Remy.." A small dribble of drool leaked out the side of her mouth. I'd tell you what was going on in her dreams but that would be rated NC-17 and that's illegal. Suddenly, her eyes popped open, and a scream escaped from her throat.
Remy came racing in with his bo staff, tripping over a shoe on his way. By the time he was by her side, she was sitting up. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." She answered curtly. In reaction, his face deadpanned and he rolled his eyes.
"That's all? I thought you were being murdered." He heaved a sigh and put his bo staff away.
"Don't get too hopeful, y'hear?" She crossed her arms. He stared at her, blinking dumbly. About five minutes later..
"I wasn't gettin' hopeful!" She sighed.
"Took you long enough." He pouted and his eyes got all wide. Deciding now wasn't the time to get on her bad side, he glanced over at her. "Guess what, Roguey?"
Putting her nightmare aside which consisted of Wolverine with his claws at Remy's throat, she waited patiently for him to continue. Two minutes later he cleared his throat. "Oh. Right. What?"
His smirk was lecherous. "We're alone."
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'The Prof must be very trustin' if he left us here alone.' Rogue said to herself as she walked down the hallway. 'I bet there's cameras hooked up in every room.' She walked into the kitchen to see chocolate syrup, whipped cream and ice cream out on the counter. A brow arched up as Remy took two bowls out from the cupboard. "Ice cream for breakfast?" It didn't sound too satisfying with her fluttering stomach.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why not?" Wow. Wasn't he living on the edge or however the saying goes. "Do you want yours plain, plain with syrup, plain with whipped cream, or both?" He asked as he dug into the carton of vanilla ice cream with a spoon.
She made a face. "None of the above."
"You're havin' ice cream. Like it o' not."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Even if I must spoon feed you."
She narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?"
He spun around, whipping the spoon at her. A lump of vanilla ice cream went flying at her, hitting her square in the forehead. Doesn't sound logical? Yeah, well, screw you. Rogue made a mad dash for the chocolate syrup. This was war.
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A half hour later, the two mutants laid on the kitchen floor. Chocolate syrup and whipped cream was mixed together, and smushed into their clothing and hair. A few melting globs of ice cream laid near or on them. The now liquid-ish ice cream was slowly dripping down her face.
"Well." She decided, struggling to sit up on the slipperly floor. "That was fun." Remy sat up along side her. He leaned in, licking the side of her check. She leaned the opposite way, making a face. "Ew, don't." Groaning, she stood up. "It's goin' to take me forever to scrub this out of my hair."
"I could give you some assistance in gettin' it off your body." He offered, licking his lips. His eyes roamed over her before he caught on to something. He touched the side of her face, wiping some whipped cream off her cheek. Then he brought it to his mouth and licked it off. "Mmm.. You make a great Sundae." She stared at him as if she was disgusted. She then smirked and wiped some chocolate syrup and whipped cream from his face. She stared at it before she brought it to her lips, tasting it. He studied her before he leaned down, kissing her lips. Before long, no one would be able to tell which ice cream originally belonged on who's clothes. He pulled away from her slightly, licking the sides of her mouth where ice cream was still running down.
"We should take showers then clean up.."
"Then we'd need to take another shower." He emphasized 'shower' and she raised a brow.
"Showers."
"Shower."
"Showers."
"Shower."
"Showers."
"Bath."
"I said showers and I meant it, Perv."
"I said shower and I meant it, Marie."
"Remy!" She screamed, turning and storming away.
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As if they didn't make up. Right. In every Rogue/Someone else fan's dream.
"I still see whipped cream.."
"No duh, jackass. We didn't even get undressed yet." Remy coughed.
"I knew that." He grinned. Evilly. "That can be my job." Before she could come up with a comment or protest, he was already hard at work, prying the clothing from her waist. Beginning with her pants, eh? She was being as cooperative as possible. He didn't even start her underwear before she had her lips pressed against his. He had to work harder to get her underwear off. He then brought his hands up, caressing her thighs and up her waist until he got to the hem of her shirt. At this point, he broke the kiss and pulled the shirt over her head. He smirked at her before wrapping his arms around her and unhooking the clasp of her bra, pulling it from her and leaving her in her birthday suit.
"Uh.." She flushed slightly before she looked up at him.
"I don't bite." He winked, smirking down at her. "And I don't have premature ejac--"
"Okay." She said sharply, placing her hands on his belt. She then slowly proceded to unbuckle the belt and slide it off-- still as slowly as possible.
"You're a fuckin' tease you know that?" He sucked in air as she unzipped his jeans and then unbuttoned the button. She dropped down to her knees as she pulled down his pants. When she stood up, she made sure to press her body against his. "I'm goin' to get you back for this."
"Why?" She asked, licking her lips at him. "Do you want me to stop?" Rogue leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. She grabbed his shirt from the hem and pulled up, breaking the kiss. "Put your arms up, sugah." She demanded with a seductive smile. After getting his shirt off, she rested her hands on his hips. Only his boxers were remaining. "Ya know what, I think I'm in the mood to take a lonely shower now."
"Quit bullshittin'."
She cocked a brow at him. "Don't use that tone of voice with me, LeBeau. I won't finish what has been started."
"Don't kid yourself. You'd jump on me after five minutes. Six at the most."
"All right." She tugged on his boxers and they fell to his feet. Her eyes widened. "Oh god. Just screw me against the wall, please."
"Against the wall? No bed, no shower?" Although, his attitude changed when he felt her hand squeeze his throbbing sausage. Remy pushed her up against the wall. It wasn't long until her legs found their way wrapped around his waist. Her arms were loosely wrapped around his neck while his face was buried in her neck, and his arms were against the wall, supporting both of them.
"Don't tease me." Rogue uttered breathlessly as she closed her eyes and ignored the feeling of his teeth against the sensitive flesh on her neck.
"If you say so." He lowered himself down a little and angled his hips. In a beat she felt him thrust inside of her.
"HOLY SHIT."
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A half-hour later, the two exhausted Southerners laid on the bathroom floor. Both still were sticky, but now both were sticky and sweaty.
"I hate you." Rogue laid next to Remy, her arm was spread across his torso.
"No you don't." He reached down and kissed the top of her head. "How are your lungs? You're very vocal.."
"Shut up. I was only tryin' to keep up with you." She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm never goin' to be able to walk again."
"Sore?" He seemed to wince at what he said. "Your own fault for screamin' harder an' faster."
"I'm surprised you didn't put a hole in the wall. You were like a goddamn jack-hammer."
"You seemed to enjoy it."
"An' so did you."
Things suddenly got quietly until Remy spoke up after about four minutes.
"So. How 'bout that shower?"
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Rogue leaned against Remy's chest in the shower. He was holding a sud- filled loofa and was gently rubbing it up and down her back.
"You're pokin' me." She muttered from his chest.
"But I'm not.. oh." He rolled his eyes as he shifted weight. "That better?"
"Much. Thank you."
"Uh, no problem."
That was when things got silent. Awkward silence, too; the worse.
"Roguey?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love ya too, doofus."
"Hey!" He dropped the loofa and began to tickle her. She squirmed, laughing and hopped right out of the shower.
"C'mon Rem, have sympathy for the girl you just stretched out beyond belief."
A few seconds later, the water stopped running and Remy pushed the curtains to one side. He stared at her. "Another round?"
She smirked. "Got handcuffs?"
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A/N - cracks knuckles For those wondering about Rogue wearing gloves.. she was wearing them with her uniform. The other X-Men wear gloves too.. so, Rogue can't? :( And Remy was wearing his fingerless gloves. Okay. I feel like I just cut off Remy's sexy fingers. Oh, well.
This chapter was co-written with Aro.. can you guess what parts she wrote? ;) If you do, you can get a cookie.. and the next chapter dedicated to you. Oh, shut up.. that's grateful. You should be HONORED. HONORED, I SAY, HONORED! THOU SHALT BE-- Aro gets dragged away =(
PART 2 OF ? 3
Disclaimer - I do [not] own X-Men: Evolution.
Rating - R for bad words and some yummy sexual stuff. ;)
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Pryo was limping over to the X-Jet, ready to leave with them.
"Sorry, bub, but you ain't goin'." Logan said, crossing his arms. St. John stared at him as if he didn't hear him correctly.
"I spent one hour getting spandex on.. for NOTHING!?" He wailed. Most of the others were strongly against it, but he wouldn't give up. "I'm going. No one is going to stop me." Piotr sighed and shook his head. The pyromaniac was freaking out; wailing on Logan with a stick that he pulled from thin air.
"It would be faster if we just let him go. He can stay in the jet." The professor said, wheeling over to them then doing that.. annoying steeple thing with his hands. John stopped beating Logan with the stick and his eyes misted over.
"The prof. is smarter than you, BUB. Let him decide!" Logan rolled his eyes; having one more 'kid' to put with.
"Let's just get one thing straight. I ain't babysitting him."
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Rogue laid sprawled out on her bed in a deep sleep. Instead of having her pillow underneath her head, it was clutched in her arms. "Remy.." A small dribble of drool leaked out the side of her mouth. I'd tell you what was going on in her dreams but that would be rated NC-17 and that's illegal. Suddenly, her eyes popped open, and a scream escaped from her throat.
Remy came racing in with his bo staff, tripping over a shoe on his way. By the time he was by her side, she was sitting up. "What happened?"
"Nightmare." She answered curtly. In reaction, his face deadpanned and he rolled his eyes.
"That's all? I thought you were being murdered." He heaved a sigh and put his bo staff away.
"Don't get too hopeful, y'hear?" She crossed her arms. He stared at her, blinking dumbly. About five minutes later..
"I wasn't gettin' hopeful!" She sighed.
"Took you long enough." He pouted and his eyes got all wide. Deciding now wasn't the time to get on her bad side, he glanced over at her. "Guess what, Roguey?"
Putting her nightmare aside which consisted of Wolverine with his claws at Remy's throat, she waited patiently for him to continue. Two minutes later he cleared his throat. "Oh. Right. What?"
His smirk was lecherous. "We're alone."
-
'The Prof must be very trustin' if he left us here alone.' Rogue said to herself as she walked down the hallway. 'I bet there's cameras hooked up in every room.' She walked into the kitchen to see chocolate syrup, whipped cream and ice cream out on the counter. A brow arched up as Remy took two bowls out from the cupboard. "Ice cream for breakfast?" It didn't sound too satisfying with her fluttering stomach.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why not?" Wow. Wasn't he living on the edge or however the saying goes. "Do you want yours plain, plain with syrup, plain with whipped cream, or both?" He asked as he dug into the carton of vanilla ice cream with a spoon.
She made a face. "None of the above."
"You're havin' ice cream. Like it o' not."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Even if I must spoon feed you."
She narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?"
He spun around, whipping the spoon at her. A lump of vanilla ice cream went flying at her, hitting her square in the forehead. Doesn't sound logical? Yeah, well, screw you. Rogue made a mad dash for the chocolate syrup. This was war.
-
A half hour later, the two mutants laid on the kitchen floor. Chocolate syrup and whipped cream was mixed together, and smushed into their clothing and hair. A few melting globs of ice cream laid near or on them. The now liquid-ish ice cream was slowly dripping down her face.
"Well." She decided, struggling to sit up on the slipperly floor. "That was fun." Remy sat up along side her. He leaned in, licking the side of her check. She leaned the opposite way, making a face. "Ew, don't." Groaning, she stood up. "It's goin' to take me forever to scrub this out of my hair."
"I could give you some assistance in gettin' it off your body." He offered, licking his lips. His eyes roamed over her before he caught on to something. He touched the side of her face, wiping some whipped cream off her cheek. Then he brought it to his mouth and licked it off. "Mmm.. You make a great Sundae." She stared at him as if she was disgusted. She then smirked and wiped some chocolate syrup and whipped cream from his face. She stared at it before she brought it to her lips, tasting it. He studied her before he leaned down, kissing her lips. Before long, no one would be able to tell which ice cream originally belonged on who's clothes. He pulled away from her slightly, licking the sides of her mouth where ice cream was still running down.
"We should take showers then clean up.."
"Then we'd need to take another shower." He emphasized 'shower' and she raised a brow.
"Showers."
"Shower."
"Showers."
"Shower."
"Showers."
"Bath."
"I said showers and I meant it, Perv."
"I said shower and I meant it, Marie."
"Remy!" She screamed, turning and storming away.
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As if they didn't make up. Right. In every Rogue/Someone else fan's dream.
"I still see whipped cream.."
"No duh, jackass. We didn't even get undressed yet." Remy coughed.
"I knew that." He grinned. Evilly. "That can be my job." Before she could come up with a comment or protest, he was already hard at work, prying the clothing from her waist. Beginning with her pants, eh? She was being as cooperative as possible. He didn't even start her underwear before she had her lips pressed against his. He had to work harder to get her underwear off. He then brought his hands up, caressing her thighs and up her waist until he got to the hem of her shirt. At this point, he broke the kiss and pulled the shirt over her head. He smirked at her before wrapping his arms around her and unhooking the clasp of her bra, pulling it from her and leaving her in her birthday suit.
"Uh.." She flushed slightly before she looked up at him.
"I don't bite." He winked, smirking down at her. "And I don't have premature ejac--"
"Okay." She said sharply, placing her hands on his belt. She then slowly proceded to unbuckle the belt and slide it off-- still as slowly as possible.
"You're a fuckin' tease you know that?" He sucked in air as she unzipped his jeans and then unbuttoned the button. She dropped down to her knees as she pulled down his pants. When she stood up, she made sure to press her body against his. "I'm goin' to get you back for this."
"Why?" She asked, licking her lips at him. "Do you want me to stop?" Rogue leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. She grabbed his shirt from the hem and pulled up, breaking the kiss. "Put your arms up, sugah." She demanded with a seductive smile. After getting his shirt off, she rested her hands on his hips. Only his boxers were remaining. "Ya know what, I think I'm in the mood to take a lonely shower now."
"Quit bullshittin'."
She cocked a brow at him. "Don't use that tone of voice with me, LeBeau. I won't finish what has been started."
"Don't kid yourself. You'd jump on me after five minutes. Six at the most."
"All right." She tugged on his boxers and they fell to his feet. Her eyes widened. "Oh god. Just screw me against the wall, please."
"Against the wall? No bed, no shower?" Although, his attitude changed when he felt her hand squeeze his throbbing sausage. Remy pushed her up against the wall. It wasn't long until her legs found their way wrapped around his waist. Her arms were loosely wrapped around his neck while his face was buried in her neck, and his arms were against the wall, supporting both of them.
"Don't tease me." Rogue uttered breathlessly as she closed her eyes and ignored the feeling of his teeth against the sensitive flesh on her neck.
"If you say so." He lowered himself down a little and angled his hips. In a beat she felt him thrust inside of her.
"HOLY SHIT."
-
A half-hour later, the two exhausted Southerners laid on the bathroom floor. Both still were sticky, but now both were sticky and sweaty.
"I hate you." Rogue laid next to Remy, her arm was spread across his torso.
"No you don't." He reached down and kissed the top of her head. "How are your lungs? You're very vocal.."
"Shut up. I was only tryin' to keep up with you." She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm never goin' to be able to walk again."
"Sore?" He seemed to wince at what he said. "Your own fault for screamin' harder an' faster."
"I'm surprised you didn't put a hole in the wall. You were like a goddamn jack-hammer."
"You seemed to enjoy it."
"An' so did you."
Things suddenly got quietly until Remy spoke up after about four minutes.
"So. How 'bout that shower?"
-
Rogue leaned against Remy's chest in the shower. He was holding a sud- filled loofa and was gently rubbing it up and down her back.
"You're pokin' me." She muttered from his chest.
"But I'm not.. oh." He rolled his eyes as he shifted weight. "That better?"
"Much. Thank you."
"Uh, no problem."
That was when things got silent. Awkward silence, too; the worse.
"Roguey?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love ya too, doofus."
"Hey!" He dropped the loofa and began to tickle her. She squirmed, laughing and hopped right out of the shower.
"C'mon Rem, have sympathy for the girl you just stretched out beyond belief."
A few seconds later, the water stopped running and Remy pushed the curtains to one side. He stared at her. "Another round?"
She smirked. "Got handcuffs?"
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A/N - cracks knuckles For those wondering about Rogue wearing gloves.. she was wearing them with her uniform. The other X-Men wear gloves too.. so, Rogue can't? :( And Remy was wearing his fingerless gloves. Okay. I feel like I just cut off Remy's sexy fingers. Oh, well.
This chapter was co-written with Aro.. can you guess what parts she wrote? ;) If you do, you can get a cookie.. and the next chapter dedicated to you. Oh, shut up.. that's grateful. You should be HONORED. HONORED, I SAY, HONORED! THOU SHALT BE-- Aro gets dragged away =(
PART 2 OF ? 3