MAGNETIC ATTRACTION
Part Thirty-Two
** Authors Note: Mature themes of sex ahead. **
Remy waited until he was sure Wanda had cried herself to sleep before he went to find Rogue. He'd been able to hear Wanda's sobbing, and he'd kept his distance until the sound ceased, and no more sounds came from her bedroom. That was when he crept up the back stairs of the warehouse to slip into Rogue's room.
Rogue was sitting folded legged on her bed, books all around her, and she was writing what appeared to be some kind of essay. Remy stood for a moment at the door, unnoticed, as she listened to the music on her mp3 player completely oblivious to him, and it seemed, the rest of the world.
She looked so deep in thought as she sat there, writing, her expression so focused, the beat from her music just barely audible. For several moments he watched her, standing there in his painkiller induced haze her until she finally raised her eyes to him, nearly jumping out of her skin, startled by his presence.
"What the fuck-" she caught herself and sighed, "how long have you been standing there?" she demanded as she yanked her earbuds out.
"Long enough," he said quietly, he stood with his back against the bedroom door, staring across at her.
"What do you want?" she asked, her attitude slightly cold towards him. His suggestion that she forget everything, delivered by Piotr apparently hadn't sat well. He supposed he couldn't blame her.
"What happened with Wanda?"
"Doesn't matter," Rogue closed her workbook and began putting her books away, her expression.
"You're mad," he said knowingly, he moved to the bed and sat upon the edge to stare across at her.
"You're high," she noted, "I can see it in that dopey look upon your face."
"Did you know Magneto can write prescriptions? I had no idea," Remy gave a vague laugh, "got me vicodin, for the pain..." he gestured to his arm.
Rogue dropped her eyes back down to her pile of books, but said nothing.
"Feelin' a little dizzy," he confessed.
"If you expect me to take care of you..." Rogue got up and moved the books to her bag, "you can forget it."
"I can take care of myself," he reminded, his memory clouded momentarily and he tried to remember why he'd come to the room at all. It took a moment, "why'd Wanda have a meltdown?"
"You tell me what happened," Rogue gestured to his arm as she made her way back to the bed.
"What you think happened? She attacked me..." Remy touched the cast unhappily.
"She broke your arm?"
"Wrist. And put out a cigarette in the back of my neck..." he turned to show her the dressing Magneto had covered it with.
"Oh my god," Rogue gave a whisper.
"It's fine...barely feel it right now..." he turned back to her, trying to focus. He felt incredibly groggy, "why was she cryin'?"
"Ah'd rather not talk about it," Rogue pulled her knees up to her chest, "the whole day has been a complete disaster."
"Yeah..." he rubbed his head, trying to think straight. He agreed, it definitely had been.
"Should you even be here?" Rogue asked pointedly.
"Hmm?"
"You wanted me to disregard everythin'," she reminded, "so Ah assumed you were gonna go back to her. Again. Or that last night you were just fucking with me."
"No," he shook his head, "Look...I just...I panicked. She said she was gonna hurt you..." he tried to explain.
"She nearly did," Rogue replied quietly. "And then Magneto hit her."
Remy blinked, not sure if he had heard correctly. "He...what?"
He finally snapped. It was bound to happen eventually, Remy realised.
"She was gonna attack me, and she started getting mouthy with him...really gross stuff...and he hit her."
"What gross stuff..."
"She made some...really...fucked up comment about how me and you and him would have this fucked up threesome or something, Ah don't know...it was bizarre. Then he threatened to take her to the asylum, and...she lost it, sobbin' on the floor, breakin' her heart, beggin'..."
Remy listened closely, trying to focus. Least he finally gave a reaction, Remy thought gladly.
"He wouldn't even hold her. She wanted him to, Ah could tell, but...he just walked away."
Remy stared down at his cast absently, listening.
"She's...really a loose cannon," Rogue admitted. "She...jesus, I don't know..." she shook her head in disgrace.
Raising his eyes to her, he asked, "she did somethin' else?" he asked, picking up on the fact there seemed to be something else.
"Ah...don't know...just...somethin' stupid."
"What?"
"She tried to...touch me...Ah don't mean initiate my powers, but..."
"But?"
Rogue drew her breath, seeming quite uneasy, "she tried to..." she gritted her teeth, "it was like she was tryin' to start somethin' sexual. It was really fuckin' weird...and kind of sick..."
While he was somewhat surprised that Wanda had tried to initiate something with Rogue, at the same time he wasn't remotely surprised. Remy snorted, "see...the girl is fucked up. I told you..."
"And when I told her no...she started cryin' again, goin' on about how no one wants her."
"I don't think that girl knows how to be with anyone if it ain't about sex," Remy admitted, "startin' to wonder if maybe that's why Magneto can't bear to even go near her."
"What are you sayin'?" Rogue asked curiously, eyes squinting at him.
"I don't know. Maybe I'm out of line with this assumption...but...sometimes I wonder if she's tried to push boundaries with him...Pietro too. They all used to be kind of closer but...then then they started avoiding her, you know? Don't want to be near her anymore...never in the same room alone, stuff like that..."
Rogue sighed, "Ah was startin' to think that might be the case. Ah didn't want it to be true but...after what she did to you...and then to me..."
"Wait, she did? You said she tried, you didn't say she did..." he squinted, "What exactly happened?"
"She tried to touch me, Ah told you..."
"Tried, or did?"
Rogue's face went scarlet, she looked away, pursing her lips tight.
"Rogue?"
"She put her hand up my skirt...and tried to...you know?"
"Jesus," Remy uttered. The thought that Wanda had taken that liberty definitely made him want to smack the girl himself.
"Ah moved away, Ah didn't, you know, let her. Ah don't swing that way, you know that."
"I know," he said quietly. He didn't like the idea of Wanda trying to touch Rogue. He wondered if perhaps it'd been desperation, any remote attraction or perhaps just an attempt to get to him. Taking the girl he cared about away from him was definitely going to get his attention and Wanda was likely to know that. Maybe you're getting too full of yourself here? Maybe Wanda does swing that way more than you thought?
"So he's gonna send her back to the asylum?" Remy asked hopefully.
"No," Rogue shook her head, "Ah told him not to."
"You did? Why? Why would you do that?!" Remy suddenly demanded. He couldn't believe this...he'd been so close to being shot of the girl.
"Because Ah think she needs help, Remy. Ah don't like her, but Ah know she's sufferin' and...maybe there's some way we can help her...?"
"Rogue...are you hearing yourself? You know what she did...how can you expect me to forgive that?"
"Ah'm not askin' you to forgive her, or even really do anything. But you said it yourself, you know she's mentally ill, she can't control what she's doing..."
"What if she can? What if she's just manipulating us all..."
"Remy, Ah saw the pain in her eyes, Ah know what that feels like...when you feel so alone and no one wants you..."
"But you are wanted," Remy reminded.
"Maybe now," Rogue sighed, "but...not always...bein' used by people, bein' alone all the time, never bein' able to connect...it does things to your head..." Rogue explained quietly. "Ah still have those feelin's even now...Ah'm hopin' they'll go away once Ah've gone through the evolution process. But for Wanda...they won't until somethin' is done to help her properly," Rogue shook her head.
Remy suddenly remembered why he'd wanted to speak with Rogue, trying to clear his mind as much as he could he reached across and grabbed her arms and shook her, "you can't go through with that procedure."
"Huh?"
"Rogue, promise me..."
"But...why?"
"Haven't you figured it out yet? Magneto is using you. This machine isn't being built for you...it's being built to help Wanda. You're the fucking test subject...he's going to use you as the experiment to make sure it works."
Rogue stared at him blankly, she seemed to be trying to process all of this information somehow.
"Rogue, promise me you won't go through with this."
Rogue shook her head, "But...Ah knew this..."
"Huh?" he blinked at her.
"Ah knew Ah was going to be testing the machine, Ah knew Ah would be the first to use it, he told me there would be no guarantees..." Rogue moved back from him, "Ah'm not changin' anything just because the intention for the machine has been for Wanda all along...nothin' has changed. Ah came to him, he didn't come to me."
"But...he deceived you..." Remy spoke up, feeling quite hurt that she wouldn't even consider taking his advice.
"He's been straight with me from the start..." Rogue responded, "Ah know what Ah'm gettin' into here..."
"But-"
"We could be together, Remy..."
He shook his head, "don't try to sway me with promises of sex, Chere. You mean more to me than that..."
"Ah'm not just talkin' about that," Rogue spoke up, "Ah'm talkin' about Wanda...Ah go first, and prove the machine works...he'll use the machine on Wanda and she'll get better. Maybe then she'll be at peace, she'll let us be at peace...and be together."
"And what if it does the opposite, what if it drives her to complete insanity?"
Rogue refused to believe this, "no...that's not how it'll work. It will work with her, Remy...it has to. Magneto wouldn't put her through it unless he was sure. She's his daughter..."
Remy looked at her, "you're that willing to make this sacrifice for her?"
"No," Rogue shook her head, "Ah'm makin' a sacrifice for me. But if Ah can help her too...then..."
"Even after what she did?"
"What if it'd been you?" Rogue asked softly.
He frowned, "how so?"
"If your powers drove you to do despicable things that you couldn't control, drove you absolute madness..." Rogue continued, her voice low and gentle, "wouldn't you want someone to give you the chance to turn it around?"
Remy wasn't sure it applied. He was logical enough to understand that Wanda's behaviour was not completely all her own doing, but the bitter part of him was unwilling to forgive enough to even stand by Rogue and let her do this.
"I get...that it's not her fault, I've admitted it..." he responded, "but...how can I stand by and let you do this? She violated me...she violated you..."
"She put her hand up my skirt, it was hardly violation," Rogue responded, trying to be reasonable.
He looked at Rogue and tried to reason why she would do this. Why she was relating to this girl and her problems. "Did you like it?" he asked carefully.
"Did Ah like what?" Rogue blinked.
"When she put her hand up your skirt."
"No..." she made a face.
"Did you want her to do it?"
"Don't be stupid," Rogue rolled her eyes at him.
"Did you want her to touch you?"
"No," Rogue said again.
"Then you were violated. She crossed a line."
"The girl is in mental pain...she clearly thinks the only way to get comfort is...sex."
"It's the only way she knows how to be around people," Remy agreed with this. "But still...regardless...I can't agree on this Rogue. I don't want you doin' this. I can't sit back and just let you go through that in the name of somethin' that may work for both of you. And I certainly don't think Magneto has the right to sacrifice you in the way he plans to."
"Ah offered myself. This is a mutual thing. Ah'm not a lamb for the slaughter," Rogue explained. "Ah'm gonna do this with or without your permission. Ah don't need your blessing or your support."
He sighed.
"You said you thought you were fallin' for me..." she reminded.
"Yeah..." he said sadly, the truth of the words hurt in ways he couldn't explain.
"If it's true...if you really meant it...then...wouldn't you want more?" she moved closer tentatively.
He watched her, "I'm not gonna deny there's more I'd want..." he admitted carefully. "But...I can be patient."
"You could have everythin' you want..." Rogue promised. "No patience required..."
"And what about what you want?" he asked. "What is it you want?"
"To feel the same things Ah felt the night you came home drunk..."
He frowned, "I have no idea what I did that night...and you never told me exactly what happened..." he reminded.
She drew her breath, "it was like last night...but...different..."
"How...different?" he asked under his breath, leaning slightly closer to look her in the eyes, "did I-?"
"You blacked out," she said quietly. "It was barely seconds...but..."
"But?"
"Ah felt you...and...it was...sort of...intense..."
He gave a brief unhappy laugh, it seemed quite unfair that she had seemed to have enjoyed whatever it was he'd done and he couldn't even remember the incident. "Rubbed you up the right way sounds like..."
Her cheeks grew pink.
"Yet, you didn't want me last night..." he pointed out.
"You weren't right last night, you were all off...Ah saw it in your face..."
"I was clear headed. I knew what I was doin'. Fully aware of my actions, chere."
"But you weren't-" she tried to say, it seemed she was still quite too innocent to speak candidly about sex the way he could.
"Hard?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Her cheeks seemed to bloom like two red roses.
"You can say it, chere. I'm a big boy, I can handle the words. I'm not gonna be offended if you point out I couldn't get it up."
"Ah didn't say you couldn't. But from what Ah've heard, guys don't like any kind of suggestion they aren't...capable...of it."
"That wasn't a regular occurrence," he assured, he still felt incredibly disappointed in himself he hadn't been able to at that moment, as if definitely might have made her night. She'd wanted an experience and he'd let her down. "Think it was the idea of you and him together that pretty much ruined it."
"You said you just wanted to be close..."
"And you said you wanted an experience," he pointed out, "somethin' you could call your own."
"How can you be so...so...casual about this after what Wanda did?" Rogue asked worriedly. "Doesn't even talking about this bother you?"
"Am I bothered about it? Sure, kind of," he shrugged.
"Kind of?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes. Kind of," he answered. He wasn't sure how to explain that he wasn't about to let Wanda's world of crazy stop him from feeling how he felt. Should this be weirder? Should I be more bothered?
Rogue chewed her lip.
"Last night, I started what I did because you gave me an openin'. Sayin' you wanted an experience was the opportunity I needed. Before it happened I wasn't sure you were even gonna let me near you...I wasn't even sure if you felt anythin' for me, and after you got so mad at me I wasn't sure I'd ever find out. I had to know..."
"You had to know what?"
"What it'd be like to be with someone I actually cared about..." he explained, he placed his hand on her knee, "to feel somethin' emotional as well as just physical. To see if it is the bliss it's been in the dreams I've had about you..."
Her eyes followed his hand as he drove it further up her leg, she seemed conflicted about this. Was it too soon following what Wanda had done? She didn't seem to feel too badly about it.
Sex is what keeps getting you in to trouble, so what are you doing? He asked of himself, watching his own hand as he moved it to the inside of her thigh. He swallowed hard, already the yearning causing that painful aching that he always found hard to fight. Maybe this is the right thing though...maybe it gives her a chance to see she doesn't need to go through with forced evolution to be with a guy.
Worriedly, Rogue stopped his hand swiftly. She had caught something in his expression and picked up on it immediately. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He gave a smirk, "gettin' there..."
"Huh?"
"Feel..." he urged, he took her hand and placed it upon his groin and closed his eyes. At her touch he breathed in through his nose, trying to ignore how tense and unsure he could tell she was just by the way she held onto the growing bulge in his jeans. "See...I'm fine..." he breathed. "Better...than fine," he stared across at her again, examining the very confused look on her face.
"Oh..." she breathed, her lip trembling a little.
"So you see..." he drew his breath deeply, "ain't nothin' wrong with me...I'm very okay..." he squeezed her hand a little, trying to burn the memory of that touch into his memory. He never wanted to forget it. He wanted that memory to replace everything Wanda had ever done to him.
"Ah...Ah don't know what to do for you," she admitted shyly, her hand staying still within his.
"You don't need to do anythin'..." he assured.
Rogue paused, her expression conflicted, and then she asked "What if Ah wanted to?" while looking at him from beneath the hair that had fallen over her face.
He stared across at her, unsure if she were trying to appease him or if this was one of those experiences she wanted so badly. He wasn't sure if he minded either way as long as it was something she wanted to do and not something she felt she had to do. He took his hand away from hers so that it wasn't holding her to him any more and he leaned back a little, trying to keep the pressure off of his broken wrist. He kept his eyes on hers all the while, wondering if his expression spoke volumes. She had his permission. Hell...she wasn't Wanda...she didn't need the permission.
Certainly could use the distraction right about now, he thought. What the vicodin couldn't do, perhaps she could.
Rogue moved slightly closer, her body stiff and expression intensely embarrassed. He let his eyes fall down to his groin as she fumbled feebly with the buckle of his belt first, and then the buttons of his fly. He felt the hazy waves of the Vicodin in his system and the hot pulsing of his urge clouding him over.
Slightly unsure, Rogue stopped at the last button of his fly, and she seemed hesitant, an internal conflict going on, as if she weren't sure she should go further, or if she weren't sure she had the guts to do so. Was she waiting for instructions or a go ahead?
Normally, he was more comfortable with himself in these situations, but with Rogue it felt different. She was pure. Somehow, it only made him feel ever so self-conscious and aware of his sexuality now.
She's never seen a man naked before, he reminded himself. She's never touched a man, never explored those feelings. This is unfamiliar territory for her...you have to be so, so careful. Maybe we should hold off? Or maybe this...is right. Doesn't really feel wrong. If she thought this was wrong, she'd push me away, like she did last night. It can't be wrong...she wants this doesn't she?
The look on her face told him that she just might. But if this were to happen, he realised with some trepidation he was going to have to guide her through the process; he couldn't just take himself out and expect her to know exactly what to do. There was only so much television and books could tell her.
Deciding to take a bold move, he opted to give himself a little more time. Feeling still quite relaxed and loose from the painkillers, he leaned back a little more against the bed, propping himself on his elbow and letting his casted arm lie upon a throw pillow to keep the pressure off of it, with his other hand he pushed his fingers down into his jeans and past his underwear and fondled himself beneath the cloth for a moment to help himself along, very aware of her eyes watching with the kind of absurd fascination only a pure virgin could have.
He wondered if she was disgusted, or if she was aroused. It could have been both. She was so hard to read sometimes, and that was part of what he found so incredibly appealing about her. She hasn't told me to stop or anything. So far, so good.
As he stroked himself, he tried to refrain from moaning, not wanting to seem too forward. She was going to be embarrassed enough with this and one wrong thing could completely ruin it, or make it seem almost comical. When he was completely erect and confident she was ready to see him, he released himself from the confines of his pants and let her look at him. He couldn't help feeling some private amusement as her face turned scarlet and her eyes averted almost instantly.
He thought it adorable how embarrassed she was, and how very attractive she was when her face flushed in that way, and her eyes struggled to remain focused far from him. Remy stroked himself a little more for her benefit, trying to picture she was the one doing it for him. Right now, with her in front of him, wearing his shirt and so close to his naked flesh, that wasn't too hard to imagine.
"If you want me to stop-" he began, "just say..." he urged. "We don't have to do anythin'..."
She shook her head very timidly, her eyes still away from him.
"Look at me, chere...it's just skin, that's all, it's natural...it's normal..."
Her eyes slowly moved to stare at the swollen member, and her colour became even more crimson than before, her lips quivered, her breath came out a trembling mess.
Is this what you meant by experience? He wondered at her, he reached out his hand towards her and held it open, waiting for her to offer him hers. He was thankful when she, after a moment of serious contemplation, finally put her hand in his and her eyes averted again as he guided it towards him and wrapped it around him carefully. The cold leather of her gloves was a little startling at first and made him breathe in sharply. He moved her hand up and down slowly, giving her time to adjust to the idea.
He felt the tremble of her hand, but it only seemed to add to the excitement of it. Her inexperience was a turn on, and he had to try to focus before it drove him too close to the edge sooner than he would like. He wanted to hold onto the feeling, savour it. The first time between them would only ever happen once, it could never be relived. That was the feeling he'd always heard the virgins talk about...how the first experience would be the most memorable.
Tentatively he released her hand, and let her take complete control. Her rhythm was poor and unsteady, but satisfying enough considering her complete lack of sexual experience. He withheld his need to moan, afraid it might upset her, disturb her, turn her off and make her shy away. Instead, he breathed in and out steadily, trying to last as long as he possibly could. As clumsy as this felt, he was getting so very close far too quickly and as her rhythm began to slightly improve, the pleasure began to grow very intense. He was struggling to keep himself from climaxing now, each stroke took him a step closer to the edge of a precipice he would never be able to turn away from.
Didn't expect to get this close so fast, he thought with some anxiety. He'd never expected that the inexperience was going to be so exciting, so...stimulating. He had to keep his eyes closed, try to focus on lasting. For gods sake, don't let go too fast. Try to hold on, he commanded himself.
"That's it..." he whispered, his breathing quickening, "that's it..."
Her grip tightened a little, the pace increased, she seemed to take to it instinctively, following the sound of his breathing, the expressions on his face. He gave her every indication she was doing exactly what he wanted. He wanted to beg that she slow down, it was far too intense. He didn't want it to be over just yet, but there was very little choice in the matter. She was in control, not him. He gave her the power he refused to let Wanda have.
And then it was over, the tension came and then the release; he couldn't withhold the staggered moan that came with it as his seed flowed. Poor Rogue seemed almost confused for a moment, moving back a little, stopping midway as his seed spilled onto her black glove. He wondered if she hadn't expected the eventual outcome; surely she'd realised what would happen in the end? She briefly wiped one rogue spot from her knee; her expression was almost priceless.
Wasn't exactly the most romantic way to end the first encounter, he thought regretfully as he reached over to her box of makeup cleasing wipes from the box on her dresser and wiped himself off, immediately regretting not checking to see if this would sting or not. When it did sting, he simply remained silent and waited it out as stoically as he possibly could as she followed suit to use a wipe to clean what was left of his passion on her glove.
She said nothing, and it seemed she didn't know if there should be anything said. He wanted her to speak, but he wasn't sure what he expected her to say. He broke the slightly awkward silence by asking, "are...you all right?" as he put himself away.
"Uh huh..." she responded, she tossed the wipe into the trash by the bed and used her other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.
"Was...it not what you were expecting?" he asked, being able to read her expression that there was something disappointed in her gaze.
She didn't seem how to respond to this.
"Not quite the experience you wanted...was it...?" he realised. "I...didn't last long enough..."
"It wasn't that," Rogue said after a moment, her expression soft.
He reached over to brush her hair from her cheek, making sure to be careful near her skin. "I'm sorry, chere...it wasn't meant to be like that...I didn't want it to seem so...tawdry..."
"It was fine," she assured, "Ah just...wanted to be able to feel you..."
That's what's wrong? That she couldn't feel my skin? He wondered. He was unsure what difference it might have made. At least in this instance.
"Some day you will..." he promised, and he pushed himself onto his knee and leaned over her, putting his hand upon her shoulder and pushing her back against the pillows. "Some day...you'll feel everythin'...every little touch...every little kiss..."
She stared up at him, trembling again, her hands nervously finding his waist.
"I'm gonna be bold and ask you somethin'...'cause at this point, after what you just did for me...I don't think we should be shy about this anymore..." he stared down at her green eyes, how soft they gazed back at him with fear and unsure lust." Carefully, he nudged her legs apart with the elbow of his injured arm, "I'd really just like to...establish what's what, you know?"
She drew her breath, "okay..." she responded in a tiny voice.
"Tell me, chere..." he leaned near her ear and murmured, "you ever play with yourself?"
"Remy!" she gasped in disgrace at him, her eyes wide with embarrassment.
"Well?" he asked seriously, waiting eagerly for a response.
"Ah..uh..." she bit her lip. It was so frustrating that she still couldn't speak of these things.
"You ain't ever...? Not even once? Not in the shower? Not in bed?"
"No," she whispered sheepishly.
He laughed vaguely, he'd never met a girl who hadn't bothered to at least experiment alone. It usually took some time for them to admit it, but none had ever admitted to not. Maybe I've been hanging with the wrong kinds of girls, he realised.
"So...you've never come before..." he breathed hotly. "that's...interesting..."
She looked at him anxiously, and swallowed hard.
"That's...real...real..." he licked his lips and brought his hand quickly up the inside of her thigh to meet with the area between her open legs and she gasped. "interestin'."
Rogue bit her lip hard, she seemed to be suppressing the urge to moan, and he didn't like that one bit. He'd been wanting to hear the real thing since the first dream he'd had of her.
She's gonna resist this because she doesn't know how to let go, he realised. He rubbed gently over her clothing, knowing it wasn't quite going to suffice the way she needed. Unfortunate he was painfully aware it was all he would be able to do for now.
Can get creative later, there's lots of ways we can get together physically without our skin being in direct contact. There's probably ways to go all the way...probably a lot of interestin' tricks you can learn to make this work. It's just going to take time and effort. It'll be worth it.
He was surprised by just how wet she was beneath the fabric of her underwear and her leggings; his fingers were slick with it, and he smirked just a little, quite pleased with himself over this as he rubbed at her, wishing the confines of their clothes weren't as much of a reality as they were.
Determined to make her moan, he pressed a little harder, and breathed into her ear, "how's that feel?" he asked hotly, his heart was furiously hard...much harder than when he'd been putty in her hand.
She was gasping, her eyes closed tightly, her breath drawing in with nervous shakes and exhaling in fast warm spurts that he felt near his cheek. Seemed like she wasn't in a position to really talk right now.
Pity, he thought as he rubbed a little more, hoping for a better response. He'd never been good at doing these acts over the clothes. It'd never been necessary before. It was something he was going to have to adapt to and master. Just an obstacle to cross, that was all. But a little vocal response might have helped to determine exactly how he was doing here.
He could tell she was getting something out of it, but he couldn't tell for sure if she was enjoying it, or if it was just giving her a friction burn. Frustratedly, he spoke softly near her ear, "this what you want?" he pushed his fingers a little further, he could almost feel her opening through the thin material of her leggings and underwear. "Mmm, you definitely do..." he said, judging the situation by how incredibly wet the fabric of her leggings felt. This pleasantly surprised him, and only made him feel much more secure in his ability to please her.
Come on...moan...for gods sake, moan for me, he pleaded mentally with her wishing she were a telepath. Isn't she getting close? I know I'm not the greatest when it comes to over the clothes, but she's...a virgin, she must be gettin' off...Christ, I'm gonna come again before she does, he realised, feeling the growing hardness beneath his jeans that was pressing in just the right way against her knee.
And then something happened that he didn't expect. Suddenly, she was trying to push him away from her almost frantically.
"Remy..." she gasped his name, she turned her face away from his, closing her eyes tightly, "Stop!" she pleaded. "Please..."
"What is it?" he asked suddenly, he blinked. How could she ask him to stop now? What have I done? Did something hurt her?
"Stop!" she smacked his shoulders roughly.
Kneeling up, he looked down in complete bewilderment, wondering what it was he'd done. Swiftly, she pulled back from him and sat up on the edge of the bed, she was looking down at herself and she groaned as if in disbelief, "shit..."
"Chere?" he asked of her, and then he caught sight of his hand. "Oh..." he said, trying not to make a face the wet redness upon his fingers. He understood immediately it was menstrual blood.
"Ah'm so sorry...Ah didn't know..." she got up quickly, he could hear that she was getting ready to cry. She had darted out of the room before he had the chance to even respond to this. He tried calling her name after her but she'd already left him alone there.
Luckily the cleansing wipes were in reach and he quickly grabbed a handful to rid himself of the evidence of her cycle. What a stupid time to get a fucking period, he complained silently to himself as he cleaned his fingers off. More of her blood was trapped beneath his fingernails. He felt as if he'd barely gotten rid of the blood from her impaling, and now, here it was again.
Seems like I'm doomed to always have her blood on my hands, he realised as he sat there, wondering if he was meant to wait here or go. How embarrassed was she going to be? Was he supposed to be embarrassed too?
I've never had to deal with this kind of thing before, he thought as he glanced towards her dresser, realising she hadn't even grabbed any clean underwear or pants. He'd never remained in any kind of relationship long enough for a period to become an issue. He'd never been asked to run out for tampons, or deal with mood swings. Suppose if I want to be with the girl, this is one of those things that I'm probably gonna have to get used to...it's gonna happen every month whether I want it to or not. Better it happen early and let me deal with it now. Get this out of the way and we can move on with everythin' else.
He searched through her dresser, finding clean leggings and then rifled through the underwear drawer, trying to decide exactly what panties she would need. Was he supposed to know this already? He'd heard girls talk about period panties, but he certainly didn't see any in this drawer. He picked the plainest looking ones he could, tucked them under his arm, and went to the girl's bathroom, hoping no one was going to see him going in.
Rogue was in a stall sobbing her heart out miserably; he glanced under the stall seeing her bare feet and her painted black toenails.
He supposed if he were honest with himself, he felt quite sorry for her. Not only could she not have any real proper physical intimacy, but the first real time she'd been remotely willing to accept any kind of intimacy at all, as limited as it would be, and her period had interrupted.
Poor girl never catches a break, Remy thought sadly. "Chere?"
"Go away..." she sniffled.
"Rogue...it's just a little blood. It's fine. Christ, I was covered in enough of yours the night you nearly died. I still had it under my fingernails until yesterday."
Rogue didn't respond, she was still sniffling and sobbing quietly in the stall.
"I brought you clean pants and undies," he said, he held them over the top of the stall and dangled them, "thought you might need them."
He felt her grab them from his hand. Apparently she did.
Least you scored a few thoughtful points, that's gotta be worth something, right? He wondered, he glanced towards the door, hoping Tabitha or Wanda wasn't about to walk in and catch him in here. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain this.
"Are you gonna come out?" he asked, he leaned against the wall by the stall and glanced down at his short bitten fingernails; yes, her blood was definitely going to be stuck there for a while. When I wanted a part of her to always be with me, it wasn't quite what I had in mind, he thought dully.
"No..." she responded softly, still crying a little.
"Can I come in then?" he asked, he wasn't sure what he'd do if she did happen to let him in there of course. He supposed there was very little a hug could do to fix this mess.
"No."
He moved over to the sink and washed his hands, waiting for her to perhaps come to her senses and leave the stall of her own free will. She couldn't sit in there all night, could she? He sighed after several minutes of scrubbing beneath his nails with the brush chained to the sink. The blood wasn't budging. "You okay?" he asked.
"Go away," she pleaded of him.
"No," he dried his hands off with a paper towel, tossed it in the trash and then walked back to the stall. "I'm not gonna pretend this didn't happen. You said this mornin' we were in a relationship..."
"And you said to disregard-" Rogue began from the other side, still sniffing pathetically.
"I didn't really think that through," he sighed, "come on, if we're going to be together this is something we're gonna have to tackle, right? It's just a period. It's nature. It'll happen every month, whether you want it to or not."
Rogue was sobbing again.
"You think I ain't ever been bled on before?" he asked. He wondered if that'd been the wrong thing to say, as didn't reply at all. "You know even when it comes to the time when we eventually...get to go all the way..." he stared at the door, "You'll probably bleed on me...it happens the first time for girls..."
And that's why you don't want to fuck virgins, he reminded himself with unease. That, and inexperience were two of the main things that turned him off about being with chaste girls.
He realised he wasn't helping. "It's not a big deal, chere. It's just blood. I'm full of it too, you know. Where it comes from isn't important..." he tried. Yes it is, it came from inside of you...that blood was never meant to go on my hands, he winced, staring at his still stained fingernails.
"Ah saw the look on your face, it made you feel sick!"
It hadn't been quite that extreme. It had still come as a shock though.
"And when I came on your hand, you looked like you were about to pass out..." he pointed out, "the human body does some really weird shit...but it's natural. It's disturbing at first but it's normal...you get used to it, you adapt to it."
No reply from the other side of the stall.
"Wish you'd just let me continue before you decided to freak out," he admitted, not sure if it was completely true. He'd have liked to complete the reciprocation, but at the expense of getting covered in blood, he wasn't so sure he'd have been completely happy if she'd let him knowing what was going on.
Suck it up, you've had more than just blood on you before, a little blood on your hand is nothing. Grow up and stop being such a fucking baby, he warned himself, shaking his head at his own reflection in the mirror above the sink.
"And what? Let you just stay covered in my blood? Get more of it on you?!" she demanded almost hysterically.
"If that's what it would have took," he moved to the stall and smacked his hand stubbornly against the door, "come on, come out."
"This is humiliating," she sobbed.
"Doesn't have to be," he responded. "Come on...please..." he pleaded of her.
"No," she sighed unhappily, "Ah can't look at you right now."
"You're embarrassed?" he gave a vague laugh.
"Aren't you?" she asked, sounding very upset.
Remy snorted, "I came on your hand, and your knee. Embarrassment for me pretty much flew out the window the minute I let you jerk me off."
"How can you be so fucking...normal...about this shit?" she demanded.
"Because I've seen and done much worse."
"Ah know, Wanda gave me the whole damn sordid shoppin' list of things you guys have done."
His stomach churned a little. He hoped to god that list didn't include a violent romp against a washing machine.
"Did she ever bleed on you?" Rogue demanded, still in tears.
He thought about this, "no," he responded.
Rogue sobbed again, only seeming to be more unhappy than before.
"Far as I know, she ain't ever had her period since the day we started messing around. I'm not sure what her...cycle...might be...or if she has one. Could be her medications, could be any reason..."
"Maybe she's on the pill," Rogue retorted coldly.
"No, she's not," Remy responded. "I only know that because...this one time we got careless and there was a risk of gettin' knocked up," he decided to be honest with her about this. He supposed it was going to be revealed to the girl sooner or later, and he'd rather it come from him than Wanda or Magneto.
The stall door lock clicked, and the door moved an inch and Rogue stared out of the crack, her expression dark.
"I got her the morning after pill, made her take it in front of me and everything..." Remy explained, trying to sound cool about it. "I was as responsible as I could be for my actions."
Rogue's eyes averted, her lips quivering a little, her cheeks tear stained and streaked with her makeup.
Remy put his hand on the door and pushed it, sliding awkwardly into the stall with her. She'd changed and her bloodied pants and underwear were in a pile on the floor by the toilet.
"I'm only tellin' you this now because I thought it better you hear it from me, than from her, or her daddy..." Remy explained quietly. "There's things you're gonna hear about me..."
"Ah've already been told enough," she folded her arms and leaned against the wall to her side, looking down to the floor, tears still spilling down her cheeks.
"Like?"
"How you feel...how you taste..." she commented unhappily, she reached up to wipe her tears on the back of her glove. "How deep you were inside of her...how you-"
He held his hand up, "I don't need a play by play of the stupid things I did when I was with that crazy bitch. I've moved on. Think you should do the same now. We're movin' onto somethin' good here. Why let her taint it?"
Rogue glanced up to him, her expression feeble and unhappy.
"Come here..." he reached over and took her by the shoulders and brought her to him, pulling her to his chest and kissing her slightly mussed hair. Her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands settled on the small of his back.
He sighed inwardly, relieved she was at least accepting him back. He wondered if he'd have been able to maturely deal with this with any other girl and still want to be together. He doubted it. My god, this is it. I'm actually in love, Remy realised. I love her.
The feeling should have left him almost elated, but it only left him more sad. He hadn't wanted to be in love, and now that he was, he was a slave to it.
A slave to her.
"We'll get through everything that comes our way. Wanda's shit stirrin' and your powers...Magneto's machine...nothin' is gonna stop us from gettin' through together...okay?" he asked of her gently.
Against his chest, he felt her sigh, "okay."
End of Part Thirty-Two
I was a little iffy about posting this one, but I figured they're young adults, some sexual situations were bound to occur eventually!
Thanks to everyone for the awesome reviews. The last few really long ones where so thoughtful and a joy to read. Absolutely awesome. Loved it. :)