Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. Do I have to post this with every chapter? Is that a thing?
If you don't recognize where this chapter's at, please check previous chapter. They've been uploaded pretty close together...comparatively...but yaaay! this chapter is super duper long! :)
Oh also this chapter is definitely M, so don't read it if you're not into that (although the story was also labeled M, so you should be comfortable with that if you're up to this point anyways).
Sabine's head cleared in the speeding car. The cold night air reminded her that she was still a student, and they were on their way back to the University...where her date worked. There was no way that this was appropriate. But...she cast a longing glance back at Erik. He had pursued her relentlessly since the first day she had turned him back, and showed no signs of stopping. She couldn't deny her attraction to him, both physically and mentally. He was charming, charismatic, nearly frightening; and she wanted him more than she'd like to admit.
But she didn't have very much to go off of...her first sexual experience had been clumsy and unfulfilling at best, and since her first boyfriend she hadn't exactly sought out another physical relationship. She had heard Kitty talk about some of her more heated encounters and they intrigued her, but not so much that she had pursued similar relationships. She'd been too preoccupied with her two little brothers when she was young, and trying to raise them properly with her aunt. But once she got ejected unceremoniously from her aunt's house and found shelter with Professor Xavier, she was able to indulge a little into boys.
Kurt Hanstein had been her first boyfriend, and after months of nagging, she had let him take her virginity. They had only had sex two more times before they eventually broke it off, but none of them were any more fulfilling than the first time. Convinced that sex was not for her, she focused on her studies and rather neglected her social life, closing many opportunities for deeper relationships.
But this man next to her...something about his easy confidence, his years of experience, told her that it would be different. His casual posture whispered of sensual promises, of pleasures he could show her. She knew that if she relented, he would take her. She could see him rising, powerful, with her beside him...and it was too tempting.
'What am I doing?' she chided herself, feeling awful. 'This is inappropriate...I could get expelled for this, I'm using my powers, after everything Professor Xavier did to make me see how dangerous they are...I'm...I'm consorting with his enemy!' She imagined Professor Xavier's face, Professor Munroe's face, if they realized who exactly was teaching in their school now. 'And I can't stop letting my hormones get in the way!'
By the time they got back to the school, her mind had cleared. She couldn't, couldn't fall for him. He seemed to sense that something in her had changed, and didn't push her as they left his car. He was clearly disgruntled, but he didn't say a word to her. He just opened the front doors for her.
"Logan!" she gasped suddenly, stopping in her tracks. "I'm not supposed to leave without him!" Professor Munroe had been so lenient with her that she forgot about her escort, but Erik shook his head.
"I had already talked with Logan, and he was fine handing over his duties to me tonight. I told him that you wanted to see your uncle in town, who happens to be an old friend of mine." Sabine frowned at him. Had he always been so manipulative? He seemed very used to getting his way. "Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal, and Logan was more than eager to go out to some bar tonight instead of doing a boring escort job."
"I'm not boring," she grumped, but wasn't really angry. He was already charming her; she had to get to her room before she did something very stupid. "I...I'm tired, and I still have some studying to do," she said quietly. He frowned sadly, tipping her chin up with one hand. It was rather late, and none of the students were in the foyer. They were all either studying in their rooms or in the gardens outside. She struggled internally with her longing for him and her distrust of him.
"Would you like to study in my room? I could use the company." His request was quiet and unassuming. There was little pressure, but something very genuine in his voice. She sighed, feeling herself relenting. "I could help you...or not, if you don't want my help. But I imagine my room is going to be much quieter than your hall."
She squinted at him. "No funny business? You'll really let me study?" He was right, it was very difficult to study in your own room, and besides him she would be entirely undisturbed in his room. He smiled and held up a hand in a solemn promise. She smiled a little bit. "Maybe if you're good we can play chess afterwards."
"I'd like that. Go get into something comfortable, my room will be unlocked."
Sabine sat on her bed, staring at her desk. She felt the presence of no inner slut, nobody to tell her what to do. Her moral push balanced out equally with her attraction. She felt as though she was floating through a dark unknown, waiting for somebody to tell her what to do, but it was useless. It was her and Erik, and nobody else. And he didn't help her, but waited quietly with open arms.
He had to be manipulating her. His interest in her was so much deeper than those she had helped before. He was clearly attracted to her...but perhaps not in the way she was hoping he'd be. He was too attracted to her; she didn't stand out like Kitty, she wasn't outgoing like Marie. In fact, if anything she was painfully shy, a pushover. She'd always been such a pushover...
James' face floated to her mind, the way he looked when he asked to meet Kitty Pryde on their only date. Anger coursed unexpectedly through her, and she struggled to control it. Why did she have to be such a pushover? Why couldn't she just look James in the face and tell him to screw off?
"I'm tired of being nice," she whispered to herself. It felt so good to hear out loud for the first time. "I'm tired of being nice." More forcefully. "I'M TIRED OF BEING NICE!" With a squeak, she covered her mouth with her hands. Silence down her hall, and then a loud knock at her door. Sabine opened it timidly, to see Ashley King frowning at her.
"Uh...are you alright?" asked the girl cautiously. Ashley lived across the hall from her and had the ability to see through almost anything; with some training from Professor Xavier, she now controlled it out of courtesy. Her pale eyes scanned the room quickly, though she could have done it before even knocking. "I thought I heard somebody yelling..."
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine," stammered Sabine, embarrassed. "I just...I dropped something, and I've had a long day..." Her voice faded to a whisper as Ashley nodded and began to turn away. She sadly recognized the look Ashley gave her, that look she'd received from mutants and normal people alike: 'weirdo.' Sabine felt her face burning as she closed the door, and dropped onto her bed with a sigh. "What do I do?"
As if on cue, James' face rose, laughing, to mind. She frowned, feeling that awful, mocking sensation at the sight of him. He was nothing...he wasn't even that good looking. He was a mean person. She could do better than him. Right now, a beautiful man, a mutant more powerful than anybody she'd met outside of Professor Xavier, was waiting for her.
She sat up and slipped the dress over her head. She unfastened her bra, slid her underwear over her knees. Gently unclipped the silver necklace.
He was waiting for her, maybe using her and maybe not. His insufferable control over everything around him, his all-knowing attitude just made her more and more irritable. He thought he knew everything, just because he was old as shit. He thought he could manipulate her because she was so soft and kind. But what he didn't know was that everybody took advantage of Sabine, because she was kind. Everybody used her pushover nature against her. She recognized it when she saw it.
"I'm not shocking, or beautiful, or exotic, or even worth remembering," she muttered angrily to herself, fists clenched. The words hurt because she was right. When nobody knew about her powers, she was nothing to them. Her eyes cast across the room, to the jewelry box tucked in her closet. She remembered something she had bought in an attempt to win a costume contest. An idea burst into her mind, one bold enough to make her dizzy, but it was exactly what she had been looking for. "Not yet."
She opened the box and stared at the cuffs; small accessories of her Cleopatra costume. Her smooth, dark hair had helped her to get second place. They were only cheap sterling silver bracelets, painted gold, but they would do. She slipped all five of them on and then in a daring move, her light robe. She took no books with her. Peeking out the hall, she could see it was fairly empty besides a small group of people near the back corner chatting. She slipped from her room completely unnoticed.
The stairs were even more vacant. It was a Thursday night; she could hardly expect students to be wandering the halls in the middle of the week this close to midnight. Her feet padded against the stairs, as silent as a cat, but she froze and ducked when she heard voices.
"I just don't know what to do. I mean, it's not appropriate for me to date a subordinate, but I couldn't say no, not after his extremely generous donation to the school. He's so much younger than me too...I'm sure it will be entirely professional, it's just dinner, right?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't call it a date. But, between you and me, he is a seriously attractive man. I'd be careful around him if I was you, Ororo!"
Sabine recognized the voices: it was Professor Munroe and her secretary, Ms. Padge. She felt a sudden and extreme jealousy well up, surprising because she usually liked Professor Munroe. Perhaps it was because the headmaster was currently delaying her very personal meeting; perhaps it was because she was feeling more aggressive tonight. The voices faded as the two continued towards the library, and Sabine waited only a few short seconds before moving the rest of the way down the stairs.
It was dangerous, walking through the professors' quarters dressed like she was, but the danger added to her private thrill. She reached the door, and a cold chill swept over her body, but was quickly replaced with heat. Without hesitating, she opened the door and stepped inside.
He was undressing in front of his desk, his shirt folded neatly and his pants unbuckled. He looked surprised that she had come; Sabine realized that she must have spent at least an hour upstairs fighting with herself, and he had given up on her. They stared at one another quietly for a few moments. It was clear to both of them that she held no books.
Sabine felt oddly powerful, an intoxicating sensation that gave her confidence. Slowly, she slipped her robe over her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He didn't move a muscle, but she felt more than heard his breath suck in as he stared.
Nothing. She wore absolutely nothing, except for five golden cuffs. One fastened on each wrist, one on each ankle, and finally a loose, golden Egyptian collar around her neck and collarbones, all real metal. She felt each of them quiver as his mind touched them, felt his self control loosen at the sight of her, struggling to touch the cuffs gently but slipping under his wild desire. He was still, so very still. Though she presented herself to him at his mercy, she felt stronger than she'd ever been in her life.
She walked slowly to him as he continued to stare. He took in all of her; didn't focus on her breasts like most boys would do. His eyes caressed her hair, her shoulders, her face, her entire body, and she loved it.
When she was right in front of him, she just stopped. He stared into her eyes, breath harsh. Her cuffs trembled more intensely, but she wasn't afraid of him. Her hands reached up and touched his face gently, and she could feel how tense he was. His eyes closed once, enjoying the smooth touch of her hands, but when he opened them they were the cool grey eyes of a predator. Sabine smiled at him, and at once he was on her.
Every thought of leaving abandoned her. She felt completely and utterly right, exactly where she was meant to be. She had crossed the point of no return, and she was happier than she had imagined possible that she hadn't decided to stay in her room. Professor Xavier, Professor Munroe, the school, her stupid powers, none of it mattered here.
He explored her thoroughly with his mouth; his tongue intertwined deeply with hers, he kissed and sucked at her jaw, her shoulders, groaning into her hair as she bit tentatively into the side of his neck. His hands pressed against her back, forcing her body tight against his, running down to squeeze her bare ass in delight. Her hands literally moved against her will. Her cuffs pulled her hands to his hair, his sides, pressed them against his back until she gouged her nails through his skin and he growled with pleasure. It was as though he didn't even know what to do with her like this.
He hooked his hands under her bottom and hoisted her up, carrying her to his bed; she could feel his erection pressed against her, and it was already more exciting than anything she'd ever done with Kurt. But instead of throwing her down like she'd expected, he laid her gently on his bed and leaned over her, still standing. He kissed her slowly as he unzipped his pants. She wiggled in pure ecstasy, drunk off of her own power over him. But as he pulled off his black slacks, she felt the tugging of her other cuffs. Her legs slowly spread, though she gasped and blushed horribly and tried to close them. Indignant, she met his intense but teasing stare.
"What did you expect?" he asked her huskily. He climbed into the bed with her, using the cuffs at her wrist to pull her towards the head of his bed. He settled between her legs, now spread enough to offer him quite a view, despite her knees being cocked inwards. She tried to move her hands down to hide herself, but the cuffs held above her head. Blushing, she closed her eyes. If she pretended he wasn't there, then-
A low moan escaped her throat as she felt a long, firm finger push into her. She couldn't believe how aroused she already was; this was already better than all the sex she'd ever had (unimpressive though the number was). He pumped it slowly, listening to her shuddering breaths and quiet mewls. Her legs fought her cuffs, her arms fought, her whole body writhed, but there was no escaping him. He continued the same rhythm slowly and steadily. When she opened her eyes, he was staring straight up to her, his eyes greedily fastened to her face. She felt no embarrassment now, only a growing hunger that she hardly recognized.
She felt beautiful.
It wasn't enough, and as she realized that, so did he. She watched him lower his head and begin sucking gently. She had about one second to be glad that she had remembered to shave before he flicked his tongue and she let out a high-pitched squeal. Biting her lips, she struggled to quiet herself as his eyes shot her a warning glance, though his mouth didn't stop. The room wasn't exactly soundproof. She let out muffled squeaks as he continued, two fingers now working inside of her while his mouth brought her to heated spirals upward.
She shuddered and squirmed as she felt herself brought higher and higher, again and again to a place she'd only ever been by herself. Closer and closer she floated, her pleasure keeping time with Erik's speed.
He quickened his pace, and the closer she got to orgasm the more difficult it was to stay silent. She thrashed against her bonds, unable to escape the mind-bending stimulation. He was working her full speed now, his fingers pumping hard and fast into her and his mouth dragging her upwards, higher than she'd ever been before alone. He didn't look at her, too focused on his own task. She felt herself tipping over the edge, felt him release her hands from above her head and drag them to her mouth.
She couldn't tell if she was screaming; her body racked itself with incredible tremors, she realized her feet had been freed too as she locked them around his neck. Her back arched, and white-hot pleasure gushed like a waterfall up and down her entire body, swirling too intensely between her legs. She might have even blacked out for a few seconds. Slowly, deliciously, the sensation ebbed away and she came back to earth.
For a few minutes she floated gently on the waves of the receding pleasure. Sighing and shaking, she felt her body melt into contented satisfaction, the warm blanket of sexual bliss. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at Erik, who was staring up at her from between her legs. His expression was a combination of aroused and impressed, each fighting for superiority. She would have blushed if she wasn't already pink all over.
"We're not done yet, if that's what you were thinking," he said slowly. Sabine laughed wearily. "I think you owe me a few more of those for all those flirty little looks you keep sending my way."
"I don't think I can handle any more of those," she whimpered, sweat gleaming over her body. Erik crawled over her, hooking a finger into his black boxer briefs and pulling the tight material down. Sabine chewed her lip, embarrassed, and returned her gaze to Erik's. He smiled and kissed her again. Hands free, she ran her fingers along his sides, luxuriating in the feel of his lean muscles against her hands. He rested on top of her, his weight pushing her into the deep cushion of his bed. With plush pillows under her head and a thick blanket tangled around them, she felt warm and comfortable.
Slowly, he thrust into her. It didn't take much for him to sink entirely in; she was very well lubricated thanks to him. The feeling was exquisite, and she shivered in pleasure. Her hands stroked his back as he held perfectly still, breathing deeply. Sabine couldn't tear her eyes from his face; eyes closed, expression one of rapture, he looked more relaxed than she'd ever seen him. No calculating glances, no furrowed brows, no lines of anger or pain. Just bliss. She could have stared up at him all night.
But, filled to the hilt, Sabine was ready for more. She nudged her hips forward, sighing as she forced another half inch. She felt his stomach flex against hers, saw his cool grey eyes open. He rocked back and then forward again in one quick motion, drawing a sighing gasp from her. He waited for a heartbeat, then repeated the motion. Leaning forward on his forearms, he nestled his face into the crook of her neck and, she could really only describe it in one way, purred. A rumbling growl that rose from deep in his chest and ended somewhere in his throat, it was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard.
Erik maintained a steady and constant pace, never wavering. Again and again he withdrew and burrowed deep into her, and little sprouts of warmth encompassed her core. She bucked beneath him, wanting more, but he didn't give it to her. He just continued the same maddeningly steady pace.
"Heaven," he sighed, smiling down at her frustrated expression. Raising his eyebrows at her scowl, he suddenly thrust deeply and held it there. She groaned under the pressure of him, the stalled sensation. She tried to wiggle, but he had dropped his weight on her and she could hardly move. He glared at her now, a smile gleaming in his eyes. "I said heaven!"
"Yes, yes, heaven," she half-grumbled, half-groaned. "For god's sake, stop stopping!" She would have thrashed if she could move. The best she could do was a muffled kick into nothing. He started laughing, and she couldn't help laughing too. Wasn't sex supposed to be serious? She remembered accidentally bursting into laughter with Kurt once when he slipped on his way to the bed and he was so miffed that he left and didn't call her until the next day. There was something wonderful, though, about laughing with Erik. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed her gently.
Sitting back, she felt him lift her legs with the cuffs and lean them against his shoulders. He leaned forward, and the new angle was just what she needed. He started back at the same slow pace until he caught her glower and burst into laughter, then began to pick up speed. Sabine's breath came in raspy bursts as he stoked the fire between her legs. Goosebumps rose in waves across her skin.
He was a gorgeous specimen of man. Everything about him was just so arousing; his powerful arms, rippling with muscles and veins as he leaned forward onto them, the way the hard plane of his stomach rolled his hips into hers, the bulge of bunched muscles in his shoulders. Her hands skittered across them, feeling the steely strength beneath silky skin. Even the thin, dark trail of hair leading from his chest to his naval to his groin was remarkably sexy. Her elegant and sophisticated Erik looked so wild, so ferocious, beneath his classy veneer.
With a sexy half-grin, he swiped his tongue across his thumb and began rubbing it against her. She shuddered and moaned, pushed back against him. Fireworks burst behind her closed eyelids, the same but not quite the same as before. She reveled in the incredible sensation, wishing it would never stop. It seemed to go on forever. The intimacy, the closeness of this man, was too much for her. She felt herself offering more and more. He leaned his head down and sucked at her breast; the sharp sting of it nearly brought her over the edge by itself. But he was relentless, now pounding full force into her, his fingers working quickly and his mouth alternating between her creamy, smooth breasts. It was a sensory overload; Sabine was almost in tears from over-stimulation.
But suddenly he backed off the bed, her ankle cuffs yanked her swiftly and almost painfully to the edge of the bed, and he was standing over her, her legs still on his shoulders. With the bed as leverage, he now held nothing back; the smack of his thighs against her bottom was borderline painful. Each pump actually knocked the breath out of her, and the ripple that moved up her body from his powerful thrusts drove her forcefully to the edge. Both of her hands covered her mouth, smothering her own cries. His breath was heavy, and she could feel from the growing speed and ferocity of his motion that they were both nearing climax.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his teeth were bared in a vicious snarl. She began to quake, and when he felt her tremors he completely lost it. His thrusts became irregular, but each bottoming out against her. The forcefulness of them pushed her all the way, and again she felt that burning climax roll over her body, even more intense than the one before. She bucked hard against him, her hands barely stifling the guttural sounds forcing themselves past her lips. But he was even louder than she; he buried his face in her neck, but his body was one solid muscle flexing again and again against hers. His arms trembled on the bed beside her, his whole body trembled. She ran her hands, exhausted, down his back over and over as his breathing slowed and deepened.
They lay quietly like that for a long time, Sabine on her back and Erik relaxed against her, legs weak. She felt him slowly soften and slide out, leaving her sore and aching; it had been a long time since she and Kurt had broken up. The night air cooled the sweat from their skin, chilled even. After a while Sabine began to shiver, even under Erik. Feeling her shiver, he finally pushed himself up and tucked her under the blankets. Touched, and more than a little sleepy, Sabine felt her eyes begin to close.
'Please,' her mind whispered as he left for the bathroom, 'please don't leave me. Please stay with me. Don't abandon me like my friends, my aunt, my brothers...my father. Please don't leave me.' Grief wracked her as she begged him to stay. 'I need you...I need you to want me.' Ashamed and feeling utterly defenseless, she fell asleep before she could make sure that he came back.
Sabine woke suddenly, her heart leaping into her throat. It was still dark, but the smell of the room was entirely wrong. Where was she? She began to sit up, but a heavy arm slung across her stopped her. She lay still, heart pounding, as memories of the night before began to seep back. She began to blush, remembering how she had come to him in the night, how she had presented herself naked to him.
But more overpowering was the time he spent worshiping her body. The way he looked at her was incredible, unbelievable. Sabine knew she was pretty, had seen her own face, smooth and oval and even, but had never considered herself gorgeous like her friends. Her body wasn't lusciously curvaceous or supermodel-thin. She was too quiet for most boys to notice, nothing special. But last night...Erik had made her feel like the most desirable woman alive.
Sabine's warm smile suddenly felt cold. Everything had changed between them. Nothing would ever be the same again...it couldn't, not after last night. He would never take her seriously; she had lost that position of power, the alienation between the two of them that gave her sufficient threat. He knew, now, that she could never change him back. Was that his plan all along?
A gentle snore startled her out of her downward spiral into reality. Her body slowly oriented itself; Erik's chest was against her back, his body flush to hers. One arm was tucked under her head, and the other was resting across her waist. His breath moved warmly through her hair, tickling her ear just a little. The pleasure of waking up like this was something foreign and wonderful to her, and she savored the heat coming off of his body. The birds weren't even awake yet; her eyes began to close again sleepily.
Until something interrupted her sleep.
A twitch against her bare ass, a slow and lazy hardening, and she was suddenly wide awake. Turning slightly, she saw that he was still dead asleep, his mouth slightly open and his brow smooth, not furrowed and intense like usual. He breathed deeply and naturally, and after a few seconds she was quite sure that he wasn't faking it. Regardless, his cock moved of its own accord, waking up even before Erik. The smooth skin of it, the heat flooding his groin, was too much for her. The hard reminder of the night before had her painfully aroused within seconds, and she couldn't help pushing back against it, desiring more of that particular memory.
She felt smug satisfaction at the immediate response, a hot throb against her and a swift lengthening. Erik stirred slightly, but didn't wake. Too impatient to wait but feeling guilty about waking him, she felt a very mischievous idea drift into her mind. It was very very sneaky...Kitty had told her about doing it once, and she knew that a lot of girls did it...but as her experience with boys was rather limited, she couldn't help being self-conscious. But...the idea of it seemed simple...and he was still asleep, so there couldn't be any harm in trying, right? With a sly glance at his slack jaw, she bit her lips and wiggled under the blanket.
She felt more silly as she tried to move without shifting the bed or the blanket too much, but Erik seemed to be a very deep sleeper. She managed to get level with his hips as he turned onto his back, lacking support since his little spoon left. Sabine held her breath, but he seemed to still be asleep. She waited for an agonizing about of time, but his breath remained slow and steady. Finally she rested a hand on his hip, elbow between his slightly spread thighs.
The blanket was pushed aside from where she'd been, so while it still covered Erik, it left her a decent amount of faint light from the rising sun. She felt even sillier, halfway out of the blanket and face to face with the larger of the two erect penises she'd ever seen. Significantly larger. She took a deep breath, probably more nervous than she should be.
"Hello," she murmured quietly, almost imperceptibly. "We should probably make friends..." She waited another few seconds, then leaned forward and gave the tip a quick lick. She grimaced from the bitter taste, but didn't back down. She remembered how much time he had spent on her, the contented look in his eyes as he had lavished over her with his mouth...the satisfaction and arousal she had seen him take in pleasuring her. She took the soft head in her mouth and sucked gently, and the result was a noticeable hardening. The immediate reaction was all the encouragement she needed, and she began gently bobbing up and down.
It was very calming, the onset of early morning, the warmth of a shared bed, and the slow, sensual enjoyment of pleasuring her lover. Lover. She was too warm; kicking the blanket off of her back, she continued. It was much more fun than she'd thought; she slurped quietly, alternating between seeing how deep she could go and swirling her tongue around the smooth tip. The occasional droplets that leaked from the tip the used to help lubricate the whole thing; it glistened wetly, like it had the night before.
Humming to herself, she wrapped one hand around the base.
"Ohhhhh..." a low moan from above her. Squeaking, Sabine jumped up. Erik was gazing at her sleepily, his mouth unable to hide a smug smile. She huffed, trying not to blush as hard as she was.
"How long have you been awake?!" she demanded, probably angrier than she should be. But she couldn't help wondering. And likely for a good reason. Erik shrugged guiltily, still unable to quite stop smiling.
"Well, I'm actually a very light sleeper, so..." he trailed off, gesturing helplessly. She gaped at him. He'd been pretending? Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and he seemed to quail before her. The light glared into her eyes and she squinted painfully. It didn't help her mood.
"So?" she demanded ominously. He shrugged and squirmed, but she didn't let up.
"I, uh, I didn't know you were the penis-whisperer," he chuckled, finally cracking. Sabine screamed in rage as he collapsed into laughter. She grabbed a pillow and just started beating him with it. He howled, mostly unaffected by her ferocious assault, holding his sides and curling into a ball. The light shined in her eyes again, and she growled.
"What is with-oh...oh no...what time is it?!" she burst, leaping from the bed. She ran into the small kitchen and burst into panicked gasps. "Nine! It's almost nine! I have a test in fifteen minutes!" She made a dash for the door, but was intercepted on the way in a flying grab. On the floor and disoriented, she felt Erik's hand press between her shoulder blades, pinning her face-down to the carpet. Her face burned when she felt him rubbing himself between her smooth cheeks. "Erik, I don't have time for this," she ground out furiously, struggling to get up but unsuccessful. He drew farther back and began thrusting into her.
"Just enough time for a quickie," he smiled, skipping the slow ravishment and going straight to hammering. Sabine would have been indignant, but it felt just too good for her to complain. She moaned helplessly into the thick carpet, her fingers twisting into the rough threads. "You started it, gorgeous."
The warmth spread through her body again, but it was dampened with her anxiety over the time. Erik's fingers pressing hard into her back made her dizzy in more than one way; she slipped in and out of focus, caring only that he never stopped.
But a quickie is a quickie, and true to his word he finished after several minutes. Not enough time for her to accompany him on the climax, but warm and enjoyable enough to give her a sweet morning shine. Erik rose and grabbed a folded shirt from his dresser, just a plain T-shirt. She threw it over her head and it fell to mid-thigh. Not enough to go to class in, no, but when she tied her robe over it she definitely looked like she just finished breakfast in the dining hall and was on her way back upstairs to dress. Almost. Gasping, she unclasped the cuffs from her wrists, neck, and ankles. Erik sighed as she dropped them on the ground and dashed to the door.
"Too bad," he said, levitating them from the floor to his desk and setting them down gently. "I really liked those..." He looked up to catch one last glimpse of her hair flipping as she ran out the door, not even shutting it behind her. He pushed the door closed by the brass knob, too.
He stood there for a while, naked and warm in the early light. Birds were singing full force outside of his window. He turned and wondered if he should start making coffee; his first language class wasn't until ten-thirty.
"She's more unpredictable than I thought..." he mused aloud, remembering how many ways she had surprised him the night before. He actually hadn't expected her to come to him this early in the plan, let alone decked out the way she was. 'Maybe we're farther along than I realized.'
"Honey, you are positively glowing," accused Marie as they walked out of the classroom. The test had been brutal, and Sabine wasn't so sure about her grade anymore, but she found even that hard to kill her mood with. She felt so relaxed, so good! But she struggled to hide that from Marie, and shot her a mournful look.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she insisted, wishing that she had had time to brush her hair before running to class. Marie hadn't missed that; Sabine's hair was tousled exactly like it had been when she got out of bed. "I...I overslept, I'm probably just pink from having to sprint down here." Marie narrowed her eyes at Sabine.
"No way, I can recognize a good romp when I see one. You're sleeping with somebody!" she burst in an excited, hushed whisper. Sabine tried to slow her panicked heartbeat, but it proved impossible. She could hardly even speak, she was so afraid. "You dog, you," teased Marie. "Who is it? Somebody from this school, right?" Sabine swallowed a few times, her throat too dry to make words. She silently shook her head, eyes wide. "No? Really? How did you meet somebody from outside of the school? More importantly, how did you sneak him in?!"
Sabine choked, the terror actually closing her throat, but Marie seemed to have mistaken it as a laugh. She laughed too. "Well, it's nothing to be ashamed of! People get snuck in here all the time. Especially local kids. But who is it?"
"Old...old friend," she croaked, grinning crookedly. Well, technically it was true...
"Oh, the one from the park?" Marie wiggled her eyebrows at Sabine. "I remember him. I didn't know you still saw each other!"
"Um, Professor Munroe really lightened up on me," lied Sabine uncomfortably. She couldn't tell Marie that her new interest taught here, it was much too obvious. She was already getting crap for being Professor Lehnsherr's favorite in his French course, mostly from shallow female classmates envious of the extra attention he occasionally gave her. But, whenever he purred in that adorable accent, it was almost too much for her too; she melted right alongside the shallowest of them. Regardless, she despised lying. It was the ultimate sign of distrust in a friendship, she thought, and she immediately felt guilty when Marie ate it up.
"That's good. I mean, innocent until proven guilty, right? It's not like you've done anything, so why should she punish you?" Marie chattered on, oblivious to Sabine's discomfort. Sabine cringed, wishing she could tell Marie everything, but she knew that there was no way Marie would keep her secret. Her encounters with Magneto as a terrorist simply lay too close to Marie's heart. She would be outraged, and everything would be ruined.
"Yeah," she murmured miserably. Marie changed the subject into a new song that she'd heard on the radio, and Sabine smiled and nodded at all the right places. But she felt so distant from her friends, who were all so happy not knowing a thing.
Suddenly she couldn't bear to be around Marie, so innocent of her friend's ugly secret. She pretended that she had left her wallet in her room, and told Marie that she'd meet them at the restaurant for brunch. Marie nodded and ran to meet up with Ashley. The two of them continued on the sidewalk out of the grounds.
Sabine curled up on her bed upstairs, wishing Professor Xavier was there to tell her what to do. She had to change Erik back! He was much too close to her now. He didn't leave and lead a new life as she had hoped and expected, as she had seen happen so many times. He had followed her, had stalked and seduced her, and he was so much more dangerous than she had anticipated. Trembling, she wondered if Professor Xavier would be angry if she used her powers to bring him back...even though he had asked her to never do that. She needed him...
Somebody knocked softly at her door, and Sabine wanted to scream. If Erik walked in right now, she didn't know what she would do.
"Sabine?" came a soft voice; it was Logan. She sniffed and didn't answer, instead wrapping her arms around her knees in a tight ball. He opened her door and closed it behind him. She didn't move, wishing he would go away. She couldn't hold this awful secret inside for long. "You didn't go out with the other students."
"Oh, you're still tracking me?" she growled, the hostility in her voice surprising both of them. Taken aback, Logan was quiet for a few minutes. He didn't touch her, for which she was glad. Her entire body felt wired. "I'm sorry." She hated herself for feeling bad for him. Why couldn't she just be angry at somebody? Anybody? He sat down beside her on the bed, to her dismay.
"It's okay," he said gruffly, a hand hovering over her back. He decided against it though, and lowered it back to his lap. Clearly he was uncomfortable here. "I probably deserved that anyways." Sabine tried to stem the hot tears slowly leaking through her defenses. Professor Xavier and Professor Munroe had acted like she was some horrible danger, but then why did she feel so weak all the time? "Is, uh, is something wrong?"
"No," she sniffed sullenly. He didn't leave, though probably not because he wanted to stay there. Like Professor Munroe, he was clearly concerned with the effect of her unstable emotions on her power. Slowly she sat up, her long hair falling in silky strands around her shoulders. She focused her red-rimmed eyes on Logan, her nose still dripping a little. "Are you afraid of me too?" He smiled for the first time she'd ever seen.
"Why would I be afraid of you?" he asked her, the lines in his face deep and troubled.
"Because I could kill you," she whispered, eyes watering. "Because I can live forever." There was the root of it. Immortality. Her classmates could never know, or she would always be treated with fear and distance. Her easy control over life was what made her something altogether different from them. But Logan chuckled darkly.
"I could say the same thing to you," he laughed, his eyes at once understanding and sad. "You have a hard life ahead of you. But at least you can let yourself die at the end of it." Sabine stared at him, realization dawning. She had known that Logan had healing powers, it had just never occurred to her that he couldn't die. He was very quiet, very secretive, and not many knew about his rough past. Not even Marie would talk about it, what with it being Logan's private matters. Sabine felt her stormy mind quiet, and her lips quivered as she flung her arms around Logan's thick neck.
He sat stiffly, not returning the hug, but when he realized that she wasn't going to try anything he forced himself to relax and tuck his arms around her. She shook with relief. Here was somebody who didn't fear her, who knew everything about her and still wasn't afraid.
"I have something to tell you," she whispered against his shoulder.
Erik sat in the empty classroom, sipping at his strong black coffee. This was always the hardest, but the most worthwhile, aspect of building an army. He needed Sabine, like he needed Raven and had needed Sabertooth and Toad and Azazel. This was exactly where he needed to be, at the very center of Xavier's precious school. The government might not have realized the potential that lay here, nor did Charles, but he would not let this school go to waste at the hands of somebody like Ororo Munroe.
'Only a few months,' he told himself. 'Just stick to the same plan, and everything will be going exactly how you want it.'
He checked his calendar; Raven would be coming within the next few days probably. He already had a room set up for her. Somebody knocked at his classroom door, and he beckoned them in. It was Ms. Padge, Ororo's assistant. She held a letter in her hand, and her expression was something unpleasant that Erik could not quite recognize. It was enough to put him on edge, though.
"This is from Professor Munroe," she said sourly, dropping it on his desk. Erik's eyebrows raised as he opened the letter. Ms. Padge didn't wait for a reply, but quickly turned heel and left the room. He read it silently, his brow furrowing. When he finished he sat still for a few minutes and contemplated. Finally, he pulled out his cell phone and punched in a few digits.
"Change of plan, 'cousin'," he murmured into the phone. "Looks like you're showing up tonight."
So I've gotten like a TON of messages on how much everybody loves Sabine, and seriously I cannot tell you guys how happy that makes me! I know how dangerous it is to make an OC, they almost always turn out to be Mary-Sues, so I developed this character very carefully. It was hard because she's literally nothing like me, but I feel like that's what makes her genuine; she does unexpected stuff pretty regularly that's still within character. She even surprises me!
So thanks for the many wonderful reviews, I'll keep the updates coming! :)