Hidden Feelings: Ch.9
Rogue awoke the next morning with a sense of anxiety. Today was the day that Jean would help her test the ability to "switch off" her power, so to speak. However, in order to do so Rogue would have to allow Jean to enter her mind and let her control it in a sense. This was something that she was not sure of. Her mind was her own, even though it may be nothing more than a chaotic mess. It was hers. It was her sanctuary. Her mind was something that no other being had been able to touch, not Jean and not the Professor, at least not without her permission. Someone like Jean would not walk over her right to privacy, would they? A right to be safe in your own mind? They would not do something so base as to pervade your mind without your permission, without your knowledge and take from you your very thoughts and your very memories.... or would they? Did they have the power to do such a thing, telepaths such as the Professor and even minor telepaths such as Jean? What Jean was asking for, access into her inner most self, was more than Rogue was willing to give but if she didn't... what then? This could be her chance to change her future. The question remaining, did she trust Jean enough? If so, then why did she have so many doubts, so much anxiety?
Throwing her concerns aside, Rogue jumped out of bed, running through her usual morning routine and getting dressed for the day. Soon as she was done she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, choking as she did on the smoke that filled the room. To say the least, she was surprised. Waving smoke away from her face she made her way towards the window, throwing it open as fast as she could as soon as she was close enough. She gulped in the fresh, clean air before turning back around to find the source of the smoke and there, Jean stood. A pair of cooking mittens on her hands, a frying pan in one of them a small stream of smoke rising from it and an apron tied around her waist. What was she to say to this? She merely looked on as Jean fidgeted where she stood.
"I really do know how to cook."
Rogue merely raised and eyebrow as she walked towards the counter, leaning her elbows on it as she rested her head in her hands. She continued to stare at Jean, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Really? Ah hadn't noticed."
"Well, yeah, but....... I really do know how to cook."
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say." Walking around the counter she took the pan from Jean and put it in the sink, slowly running water on it. As she turned around she could still hear it sizzling, she walked slowly up to Jean and reached around her waist to untie the apron, throwing it over the back of a chair before doing the same to the ridiculous gloves she was wearing. Gently, she took her hand and led her over to a chair and sat her down. "How about we try somethin' for beginners." Rogue turned away and walked into the pantry and began rummaging around.
"Like what?"
Walking back out, Rogue held a box of Honeycombs in one hand; setting it on the counter she went to the cabinets and retrieved their utensils, stopping by the refrigerator to pick up some milk before she sat down across from Jean.
"That bad, eh?"
"Oh no. Worse, much, much worse." Jean smiled as she shook her head lightly, reaching across the table to grab the cereal, Rogue was momentarily stunned by her smile and all her love rushed forth and all of her doubts that she had had previously were overshadowed by this feeling that consumed her heart. Jean would never hurt her. Never.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ah.......Ah love you."
"I love you too." Reaching across the table she grasped Rogue's hand in one of her own, running her fingers down one of the seams. "Tsk, tsk. We can't have any of this now, can we? Your first lesson for today is to throw away your securities. These gloves offer you protection from the outer world, they are a symbol and they cut you off from the world. I never want to see them on your hands again."
"But-"
"No Rogue. We start your training today. I mean it, I don't want to see those gloves again."
"Alright."
"Now, as soon as we're done let's head down to the Danger Room. We can practice there."
Later that night
Rogue collapsed onto her bed, her body sinking into the welcoming cushion of the mattress and burying her head into her feather pillow. It all felt so good! Her day had been taxing and her body felt completely drained, her muscles stiff and strained from her days hard work and her mind felt as if it had been stretched to the breaking point and beyond. All in all she felt like shit. 'Nothin' new there.' Curling deeper into the comfort of her bed she let out a small whine, something that Rogue had never let other people hear come from her, as body protested to the movement. "Jus' kill me now an' end my sufferin'."
"If you died now then what fun could I have with you later?"
Rogue smiled into her pillow, not opening her eyes as she felt Jean sit on the bed, the weight causing the mattress to dip to one side. She did peak an eye open though when she felt Jean straddle her. "What are you doin'?"
"Sshhh. Just relax."
Rogue sank back into the bed as Jean began to deftly run her fingers along her back, smoothing the pain and tiredness away as she worked her magic on Rogue's exhausted body. It felt heavenly, Jean's fingers running over her body, soothing the aches and pains. It could not get any better than this. That's when she felt Jean slip her hands underneath her shirt, her cool fingers causing Rogue to shiver. 'Correction, this is heaven.'
Jean leaned down, her chest pressing lightly against Rogue's back, as she whispered in her ear. "Turn over." Rogue did so, slowly turning onto her back. She smiled sleepily as Jean leaned close to her, entwining her fingers with Rogue's. "Whatever on earth am I going to do with such a beauty as you?"
"Ah have a few ideas but....."
"But what?"
"But none o' the activities requires that we wear clothes." At this Rogue blushed lightly and lowered her gaze. She couldn't believe she was being this straight forward but after finally learning that she could touch people with Jean's help.... well, she didn't want to miss the chance of a life time. She looked back up into Jean's smiling face. "An' what's so funny to you?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm just extremely pleased that we have the same thing on our minds."
"So what are we goin' t' do about it?"
"This." Jean leaned down and claimed Rogue's lips with her own, running the tip of her tongue along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance to the warmth within. Rogue gladly gave it to her and moaned when she felt the thrust of Jean's tongue. The two dueled, their tongues teasing and inciting their passion to new levels, both breaking away when they needed air only to come together again as their need for one another grew. Jean began to kiss her way down Rogue's throat as she stretched out beside her, grazing her teeth across her pulse when she came to it.
Rogue in turn did the same, lacing her fingers threw fiery red hair, she moaned when she felt one of Jean's cool hands slip under her shirt, cupping her breast, arching off the bed, pressing herself closer to Jean as much as she could. She had waited too long she would not wait any longer. She began tugging at Jean's shirt, ripping the shirt when it would not cooperate. Jean only laughed, the sound coming from deep with in her throat.
"Have you no patience, lover?"
"Ah Don' want t' be patient. Ah want you now an' Ah'll be damned if Ah'm gonna wait around for you t' tease me."
"But that's half the fun."
"Ah don' care. You can have your half later. Ah can't stand it! The slightest touch o' your fingertips leaves me shakin'. Ah want you now, Jean. Don' make me wait."
"I wouldn't dream of it." Jean deftly relieved Rogue of her outer clothes, leaving her only in her black, silk underwear. "You know... there's something to be said about black underwear." Jean said as Rogue began to remove the rest of Jean's clothing. Soon she was left in her under garmets as well.
"Tell me later. Ah don' want t' hear it right now." Something sparked in the back of Rogue's mind, something was trying to break through, some thing like a door bell but reality began to fade away as Jean continued to work her magic on her body.
"So impatient..." Jean whispered as she leaned back down and claimed Rogue's lips once again. She kissed her way down her throat and to the valley between her breasts. Sliding her fingers underneath the young goth's back, she quickly unhooked the clasps of Rogue's braw and gently slid the garmet off her, letting it fall to the floor as she gazed down in wonder at the beauty before her. "So beautiful and all mine." Jean wasted no more time as she kissed Rogue's breast gently, swirling her tongue around her nipples and nipping the sensitive skin. Rogue could only groan in pleasure as she rid Jean of her braw as well. That was when she felt Jean's other hand begin to trail down her well toned stomach and under the band of her underwear, sliding her fingers through the dark curls and pressing the heel of her palm against her. Rogue could only groan louder and grasp Jean's head more fully as she arched off the bed trying to get closer. Her body was on fire and Jean's body felt so good, so very good and the room seemed so very bright. As if they both glowed with their passion. That is when reality set in, managing to open her eyes, Rogue looked up and saw that her ceiling light was on.
"Strange? Ah don' remember that bein' on." That was when they heard it. That was when they heard some one clear their throat and a shadow fell across them. This was not something they had been expecting.
"Hello ladies. I thought I would come back and spend Christmas with the two of you but I can see that the both of you have been occupying yourselves while everyone has been gone." Ororo stood leaning against the side of the door way, one of her eyebrows arched as she stared at the two would-be lovers.
"Heh, heh, uh, hey, Ororo. Didn't think you'd be back so soon." Both Rogue and Jean quickly dove under the covers as they looked into the weather Goddess' blushing face.
"I expect to see the both of you down stairs and in the library within five minutes."
Ororo left the two girls alone in the room, shutting off the light as she closed the door. Jean rolled on to her back and closed her eyes as she sighed wearily. "Why can't a girl get laid? Is it so much to ask?" She was met with a pillow in the face as Rogue got out of bed and stood to dress.
"Ah wouldn't worry about that right now. If you hadn't noticed, Ororo just walked in on us in the middle o'- She walked in on us. We need t' start worrying about what she's goin' t' do."
"Correction, what she's not going to do to us once we're down there."
"Oh, that's huge help right there. C'mon, let's just get this over with."
Dun, dun, dun!!!!!!! I said surprise guest and here she is Storm.
DS: So, what are you going to do to our two young lovers?
Storm: I don't know yet. Do you have any advice?
DS: Well, you could just leave them be and let them screw their brains out or....
Storm: Or?
DS: Or you could go psycho and try to kill them or... Storm: There's more?!
DS: Sure, you could always... *begins to whisper into Storm's ear*
Storm: *grins evilly*.... Oh, that's good. I can't wait!
DS: Okay, so we're agreed then. Alright, people you know what to do. Please read and review and, as always, flames are welcomed but you had better give good and valid reasons for flaming me and you had better have support for your arguments as well. Until next time!
Rogue awoke the next morning with a sense of anxiety. Today was the day that Jean would help her test the ability to "switch off" her power, so to speak. However, in order to do so Rogue would have to allow Jean to enter her mind and let her control it in a sense. This was something that she was not sure of. Her mind was her own, even though it may be nothing more than a chaotic mess. It was hers. It was her sanctuary. Her mind was something that no other being had been able to touch, not Jean and not the Professor, at least not without her permission. Someone like Jean would not walk over her right to privacy, would they? A right to be safe in your own mind? They would not do something so base as to pervade your mind without your permission, without your knowledge and take from you your very thoughts and your very memories.... or would they? Did they have the power to do such a thing, telepaths such as the Professor and even minor telepaths such as Jean? What Jean was asking for, access into her inner most self, was more than Rogue was willing to give but if she didn't... what then? This could be her chance to change her future. The question remaining, did she trust Jean enough? If so, then why did she have so many doubts, so much anxiety?
Throwing her concerns aside, Rogue jumped out of bed, running through her usual morning routine and getting dressed for the day. Soon as she was done she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, choking as she did on the smoke that filled the room. To say the least, she was surprised. Waving smoke away from her face she made her way towards the window, throwing it open as fast as she could as soon as she was close enough. She gulped in the fresh, clean air before turning back around to find the source of the smoke and there, Jean stood. A pair of cooking mittens on her hands, a frying pan in one of them a small stream of smoke rising from it and an apron tied around her waist. What was she to say to this? She merely looked on as Jean fidgeted where she stood.
"I really do know how to cook."
Rogue merely raised and eyebrow as she walked towards the counter, leaning her elbows on it as she rested her head in her hands. She continued to stare at Jean, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Really? Ah hadn't noticed."
"Well, yeah, but....... I really do know how to cook."
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say." Walking around the counter she took the pan from Jean and put it in the sink, slowly running water on it. As she turned around she could still hear it sizzling, she walked slowly up to Jean and reached around her waist to untie the apron, throwing it over the back of a chair before doing the same to the ridiculous gloves she was wearing. Gently, she took her hand and led her over to a chair and sat her down. "How about we try somethin' for beginners." Rogue turned away and walked into the pantry and began rummaging around.
"Like what?"
Walking back out, Rogue held a box of Honeycombs in one hand; setting it on the counter she went to the cabinets and retrieved their utensils, stopping by the refrigerator to pick up some milk before she sat down across from Jean.
"That bad, eh?"
"Oh no. Worse, much, much worse." Jean smiled as she shook her head lightly, reaching across the table to grab the cereal, Rogue was momentarily stunned by her smile and all her love rushed forth and all of her doubts that she had had previously were overshadowed by this feeling that consumed her heart. Jean would never hurt her. Never.
"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ah.......Ah love you."
"I love you too." Reaching across the table she grasped Rogue's hand in one of her own, running her fingers down one of the seams. "Tsk, tsk. We can't have any of this now, can we? Your first lesson for today is to throw away your securities. These gloves offer you protection from the outer world, they are a symbol and they cut you off from the world. I never want to see them on your hands again."
"But-"
"No Rogue. We start your training today. I mean it, I don't want to see those gloves again."
"Alright."
"Now, as soon as we're done let's head down to the Danger Room. We can practice there."
Later that night
Rogue collapsed onto her bed, her body sinking into the welcoming cushion of the mattress and burying her head into her feather pillow. It all felt so good! Her day had been taxing and her body felt completely drained, her muscles stiff and strained from her days hard work and her mind felt as if it had been stretched to the breaking point and beyond. All in all she felt like shit. 'Nothin' new there.' Curling deeper into the comfort of her bed she let out a small whine, something that Rogue had never let other people hear come from her, as body protested to the movement. "Jus' kill me now an' end my sufferin'."
"If you died now then what fun could I have with you later?"
Rogue smiled into her pillow, not opening her eyes as she felt Jean sit on the bed, the weight causing the mattress to dip to one side. She did peak an eye open though when she felt Jean straddle her. "What are you doin'?"
"Sshhh. Just relax."
Rogue sank back into the bed as Jean began to deftly run her fingers along her back, smoothing the pain and tiredness away as she worked her magic on Rogue's exhausted body. It felt heavenly, Jean's fingers running over her body, soothing the aches and pains. It could not get any better than this. That's when she felt Jean slip her hands underneath her shirt, her cool fingers causing Rogue to shiver. 'Correction, this is heaven.'
Jean leaned down, her chest pressing lightly against Rogue's back, as she whispered in her ear. "Turn over." Rogue did so, slowly turning onto her back. She smiled sleepily as Jean leaned close to her, entwining her fingers with Rogue's. "Whatever on earth am I going to do with such a beauty as you?"
"Ah have a few ideas but....."
"But what?"
"But none o' the activities requires that we wear clothes." At this Rogue blushed lightly and lowered her gaze. She couldn't believe she was being this straight forward but after finally learning that she could touch people with Jean's help.... well, she didn't want to miss the chance of a life time. She looked back up into Jean's smiling face. "An' what's so funny to you?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm just extremely pleased that we have the same thing on our minds."
"So what are we goin' t' do about it?"
"This." Jean leaned down and claimed Rogue's lips with her own, running the tip of her tongue along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance to the warmth within. Rogue gladly gave it to her and moaned when she felt the thrust of Jean's tongue. The two dueled, their tongues teasing and inciting their passion to new levels, both breaking away when they needed air only to come together again as their need for one another grew. Jean began to kiss her way down Rogue's throat as she stretched out beside her, grazing her teeth across her pulse when she came to it.
Rogue in turn did the same, lacing her fingers threw fiery red hair, she moaned when she felt one of Jean's cool hands slip under her shirt, cupping her breast, arching off the bed, pressing herself closer to Jean as much as she could. She had waited too long she would not wait any longer. She began tugging at Jean's shirt, ripping the shirt when it would not cooperate. Jean only laughed, the sound coming from deep with in her throat.
"Have you no patience, lover?"
"Ah Don' want t' be patient. Ah want you now an' Ah'll be damned if Ah'm gonna wait around for you t' tease me."
"But that's half the fun."
"Ah don' care. You can have your half later. Ah can't stand it! The slightest touch o' your fingertips leaves me shakin'. Ah want you now, Jean. Don' make me wait."
"I wouldn't dream of it." Jean deftly relieved Rogue of her outer clothes, leaving her only in her black, silk underwear. "You know... there's something to be said about black underwear." Jean said as Rogue began to remove the rest of Jean's clothing. Soon she was left in her under garmets as well.
"Tell me later. Ah don' want t' hear it right now." Something sparked in the back of Rogue's mind, something was trying to break through, some thing like a door bell but reality began to fade away as Jean continued to work her magic on her body.
"So impatient..." Jean whispered as she leaned back down and claimed Rogue's lips once again. She kissed her way down her throat and to the valley between her breasts. Sliding her fingers underneath the young goth's back, she quickly unhooked the clasps of Rogue's braw and gently slid the garmet off her, letting it fall to the floor as she gazed down in wonder at the beauty before her. "So beautiful and all mine." Jean wasted no more time as she kissed Rogue's breast gently, swirling her tongue around her nipples and nipping the sensitive skin. Rogue could only groan in pleasure as she rid Jean of her braw as well. That was when she felt Jean's other hand begin to trail down her well toned stomach and under the band of her underwear, sliding her fingers through the dark curls and pressing the heel of her palm against her. Rogue could only groan louder and grasp Jean's head more fully as she arched off the bed trying to get closer. Her body was on fire and Jean's body felt so good, so very good and the room seemed so very bright. As if they both glowed with their passion. That is when reality set in, managing to open her eyes, Rogue looked up and saw that her ceiling light was on.
"Strange? Ah don' remember that bein' on." That was when they heard it. That was when they heard some one clear their throat and a shadow fell across them. This was not something they had been expecting.
"Hello ladies. I thought I would come back and spend Christmas with the two of you but I can see that the both of you have been occupying yourselves while everyone has been gone." Ororo stood leaning against the side of the door way, one of her eyebrows arched as she stared at the two would-be lovers.
"Heh, heh, uh, hey, Ororo. Didn't think you'd be back so soon." Both Rogue and Jean quickly dove under the covers as they looked into the weather Goddess' blushing face.
"I expect to see the both of you down stairs and in the library within five minutes."
Ororo left the two girls alone in the room, shutting off the light as she closed the door. Jean rolled on to her back and closed her eyes as she sighed wearily. "Why can't a girl get laid? Is it so much to ask?" She was met with a pillow in the face as Rogue got out of bed and stood to dress.
"Ah wouldn't worry about that right now. If you hadn't noticed, Ororo just walked in on us in the middle o'- She walked in on us. We need t' start worrying about what she's goin' t' do."
"Correction, what she's not going to do to us once we're down there."
"Oh, that's huge help right there. C'mon, let's just get this over with."
Dun, dun, dun!!!!!!! I said surprise guest and here she is Storm.
DS: So, what are you going to do to our two young lovers?
Storm: I don't know yet. Do you have any advice?
DS: Well, you could just leave them be and let them screw their brains out or....
Storm: Or?
DS: Or you could go psycho and try to kill them or... Storm: There's more?!
DS: Sure, you could always... *begins to whisper into Storm's ear*
Storm: *grins evilly*.... Oh, that's good. I can't wait!
DS: Okay, so we're agreed then. Alright, people you know what to do. Please read and review and, as always, flames are welcomed but you had better give good and valid reasons for flaming me and you had better have support for your arguments as well. Until next time!