Dust and Blood
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Rating: Not intended for children, story does contain mature subject matter. Injury and femslash.
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Day 21
Fingers rolled over fingers, curling and uncurling, squeezing and tugging. Two hands alone in the dark crept over each other in a quiet dance. In the silence they stroked and caressed, fingers entwined, palms kissed. Leather and soft skin mingled together, clung together to grip the precious thread of life that kept them here. From the chair in the corner Ororo could see the girls holding hands. She could see the intimate caresses of their fingers, the passionate grip as they held onto each other.
"Just incredible Ororo." Hank sat a fresh cup of tea next to the Weather Witch. "Just Incredible." He repeated. Ororo lifted the cup and sipped.
"Yes, something happened down there. They have made a connection with each other that spans even across the dark recess of death. It won't be easy for them, being mutants is hard enough… being in love… well that will bring a whole new kind of discrimination." She sighed.
"Love you say? You think they fell in love down there?" Hank scratched his furry head.
"No. They didn't fallen in love down there… they admitted it down there, and now they won't be able to escape it." Ororo sat down the tea and stood. "I will tell professor the good news. The girls are going to be alright."
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Day 23
The professor sat next to the beds of the girls prepared to go into Jeans mind and hopefully bring her back out with him. Ororo, Hank and Logan all stood in the room around the beds incase anything should go wrong. Gingerly the professor laid his hands on Jeans temples. He closed his eyes and gently called out to Jean telepathically. Seconds later he jerked his hands away and gasped. He cheeks turned slightly pinkish.
"Professor!"
"Chuck!"
"Charles!"
"It's ok Ororo, Logan, Hank. I just" He cleared his throat. "The girls will be fine." The professor wheeled back and out of the room. The three teachers just stood and watched the injured girls wondering what the professor could have seen.
000
It was hot here. Very hot. Rogue was nervous, it was pitch black and she was alone. She knew she was safe and out of the cave. Occasionally she would hear a voice, Storm or Hank, sometimes the professor or even Logan. Though even when she called out to them it seemed no one could hear her. She felt she should be scared but something kept her sane. Some feeling of strange comfort enveloping her body. Another presence and somehow in the darkness she knew she was not alone. She would never be alone again.
From the darkness Rogue could see a tiny light. She almost panicked and repeated quietly to herself. "Do not go into the light." Even as she worried about the light she could see it take form, no longer a blob of orange and yellow but in the shape of a woman, a woman with wings… of fire? Rogue stared dumbfounded at this figure as it approached, sheathed in flame, wild red hair flying around its body. Gigantic wings spanned out 8 feet from its body. The wings had no feathers only layers upon layers of searing fire. In the centre of this awe inspiring beast walked the woman. Skin layered in sheen of sweat, bronzed from the heat, and not only that Rogue noticed. She was completely nude as she walked towards her.
"J-Jean?" Rogue gasped and covered her mouth as the figure knelt before her. She could feel the heat.
"Rogue…" Jean reached out a fiery hand for Rogue's cheek. Rogue jerked away.
"D-don't… my powers… and… you're on fire!" Rogue's heart pounded in her chest.
"Shhhh, don't you remember… in the cave. We kissed Rogue, your power helped me to unlock my fullest potential. It's scary and exciting. This thing inside me… this phoenix, it's almost invulnerable. I think I could kiss you again… if you wanted me too" Jean bit her lip.
Rogue looked Jean up and down. The very fire which covered Jean's body ignited Rogue's blood. Rogue moved forward fluidly and slipped into Jean's arms. Her head tilted just slightly. Jean moved forward as well tilting her own head just slightly the opposite direction. Their lips met like a furnace exploding. A rush of heat flashed Rogue but did not burn as the phoenix enveloped her body. Jean herself felt every nerve in her body tighten as Rogue's lips graced her own. Being kissed by Rogue was like having your body suspended in time. Her strange and authoritative power physically gripped your soul and stole a piece of you.
Jean and Rogue pulled apart, both panting, staring at each other. Jean's eyes seemed to be afire as well now. However, Rogue could see no flames in them. Only Jean's burning desire. From the way her own body trembled and tingled she knew Jean could see her own desire. Jean's flame incased fingers streaked over Rogue's cheek leaving tingling trails behind them. Rogue's eyes shut as her body shivered involuntarily.
"Rogue…" Jean began. Rogue's eyes opened.
"Jean…" She answered.
"I love you Rogue." She leaned closer. "I want you…"
Rogue almost knocked them both to the floor as she leapt into Jean's embrace. Their lips and hands explored each other. Their lips brushed back and forth over each other. They took turns sucking gently on the others bottom lip, tugging as they kissed, even biting gently. Jean inhaled sharply into the kiss when Rogue's tongue slipped from her lips to caress Jean's bottom lip. Jean whimpered quietly into the kiss and let her lips part slowly to accept the intruder.
A shock ran down both girls' bodies, right from their lips to the warm sensation between their thighs. Their tongue's met and gently stroked along each other. Long and slow, the kiss battled back and forth between their mouths. The hot, wet, slipperiness of the kiss was rocking the girls to the core. It was the most erotic thing they had ever felt and they were experiencing it together.
Rogue pulled back slowly, she felt Jean's tongue slipping slowly from her lips. She lent forward again and recaptured the small appendage. Jean moaned and leant into the kiss. Rogue's sweet lips were wrapped around her tongue, sucking on it like a candy. Jean slowly pulled away and caressed Rogue face again. They looked at each other. Their eyes locked on each other.
"Not here." Jean spoke softly.
"Where is here?" Rogue furrowed her brow, reality coming back to her.
"We're unconscious Rogue. I am able to see you because we're touching… I found a way to cross over into your mind… to bring you back with me." She smiled. "But I guess I forgot what I came here to do when you kissed me. I want us to explore more… in the real world… if that's what you want."
Rogue just nodded silently. She wondered to herself if this whole thing was just some kind of dream.
"It's no dream Rogue…" Jean just watched the girl. Both were in over their heads and they knew it. What else could they do… it was right. "One more kiss." Jean smiled, "Then we go alright?"
Rogue just nodded. She accepted Jean into her arms as the fiery girl slipped back into her arms. They kissed again, another electric shock flashed through their bodies. They became wrapped up in each other, devouring each other in a passionate kiss. Something rocked them, a deep painful shock that caught them both. It froze them where they sat, lips still attached. Jean felt something pulling deep inside her. Rogue shuddered; she could feel the pull, something tugging at Jean from deep inside her.
Jean wanted to scream, fight, get away; somehow she just needed to be free. Rogue struggled, she tried to pull away. She tried anything to just tear her lips away from Jean's, but they were connected, glued together. Jean could feel a searing pain inside of her chest, she could feel an invisible hand grabbing something inside her, tugging it roughly and fiercely out of her body. Both girls screamed silently into the kiss. Until they were both suddenly released.
They recoiled from each other, both panting and shaking. Rogue could feel something different, something strange inside her. Jean felt torn, something inside her different. They just sat there and stared. They looked at each other in awe. Neither aware of what had just happened.
"Ready to go home?" Jean asked. Rogue just nodded.
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Beast and Ororo stood over the monitors next to the girl's beds wondering just what the hell was going on with them. Their life signs bounced all over the place. Heart rate accelerated, breathing erratic, skin covered in sweat. Their bodies shook and vibrated until everything just stopped for close to 30 seconds. Now everything had returned to normal.
Jean opened a single eye and winced. The lights were bright.
"Storm?" Both Hank and Ororo breathed a sigh of relief.
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