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This is a work of fanfiction.
Sweet Marie
2 of 5 Pieces
Marie had just sauntered out of the recreation room where Piotr had been painting a portrait of her.
When he asked Rogue if she would mind, she simply plopped herself down on the green couch that was there and struck a pose.
It seemed a bit seductive to the young farm boy but he thought it would be rude to mention it.
Rogue knew the mutant known as Colossus had a thing for her. She also knew the boy was jealous of her relationship with Bobby but that he would never act on it.
The age of chivalry was not yet dead, she reminded herself, as Colossus was quite literally a knight in shining armor.
Passing through the hall, Rogue spots Jean Grey. The red head looks up and flashes a friendly smile before turning the corner.
She loathes Jean Grey.
The woman is just too...perfect.
Jogging silently, she turns the corner to come up behind the telepath.
With a low growl in her ear, she grabs Jean's ass, and then spins her against the wall. Her eyes look over her frame appreciatively.
There is a hitch in Jean's breathing and Rogue growls as she begins smelling her."...Rogue...?" she asks as the girl's eyes continue to roam over her body.
Creepier still is when she thrusts against her and grabs her by the hair. "Rogue!"
The charade has to end. At least for now. Any longer and the distraught Jean Grey might call unwanted attention to the situation.
She looks up into the telepath's wide green eyes and mimics her expression; a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"Jean?" she asks softly, quickly dropping the woman's wrists from their previously pinned position. "Oh mah gawd!" she says quickly before turning the other way to hide the smirk that refuses to leave her face.
There is a slight pause before she feels the other woman move behind her and place a hesitant hand on her shoulder.
"Was it Logan?" She asks but thinks she already knows the answer.
Rogue can only nod, afraid that if she speaks, she might laugh in the other woman's face. She knows it only makes Jean feel guiltier. Jean will just assume Marie is too upset to talk about it and that Logan's psyche has once again dominated her mind.
She feels Jean squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. "It's okay sweetie," she says.
She stands there for a few more moments before walking away.
Safe in her room Rogue allows herself a chuckle.