Two chapters in one week! Is the world ending?
No, I just found more time to write…by not going to work for two days… I wanted to sleep in anyways.
Please enjoy the fruits of me being lazy and irresponsible!
Taunting Repartee
Chapter Eleven
Finally, the door opened. Magneto stepped out in front of her, closing the door behind him. Rogue hurried to stand up.
"Now, are you ready to try this again?" Magneto asked.
"Yes," she said without hesitation. She tried to get pass him, so she could walk towards the door. But he moved with her, blocking her from entering the room. She stopped her movements, realizing he had more to say.
"Know," he started to say as he gazed down at her, "that they remember nothing of the conversation."
"Okay," she said as she met his gaze.
"And for that matter, Ms. Gray's and Mr. Summer's memories have been altered as well. There is not one person in this house who feels that anything is amiss, and it will stay that way," he stated.
"Of course," she answered.
He held her gaze for a few more moments before he said, "Good," he said dryly. "… Anna," he said as he started to lift his hand up. Her eyes widened. She watched him lower it back to his side, forming a fist. "I do not enjoy being cruel." Rogue looked back up at him. "Not to you," he said gently.
"Then don't be," she muttered.
"You gave me no choice," he said strongly as he stepped closer to her.
He stared down at her for a moment. She could only stare back up at him. So many emotions flashed behind his eyes. He sighed. "Go, and calm your Professor. Then go back to your room. We will finish our conversation there."
"And I don't get a choice," she uttered, turning away from him slightly.
"After what you tried in there," he screamed, his hand pointing towards the office. She winced under the intensity of his voice. "No! Tonight you will suffer my company, for as long as I see fit." He quickly moved to the door, and knocked twice. Rogue turned around and looked to see Blindspot coming out of the door.
"They're ready when ever she is, sir," Blindspot said she closed the door behind her. Rogue moved to get closer to the door, wanting nothing more than to get away from him, but Blindspot was in her way. The black haired girl looked up at her and smiled.
"Good luck," she said giving Rogue a pat on the shoulder, before stepping to the left, and out of her way. Confused, Rogue shook off Blindspot's encouragement and put her hand on the doorknob, but found that it wouldn't turn.
"This time, do nothing that will force me to intercede," he whispered in her ear. Rogue froze. She could feel his body behind her, almost touching, towering over her. "Say whatever you must to convince Charles that you are in no danger. I will support whatever lies you tell." he uttered. Rogue nodded.
She took a second to plain out what she was going to say.
"Go in, Rogue, and do not disappoint me," Magneto warned in hushed tone.
Taking a deep breath, she tried the doorknob again. This time it opened, and she walked into the Professor's office.
Everything in the office was back to normal. All three of her teachers were seated were they had been the last time she had entered the room. There was no sign that anything violent had happened. Storm was awake. In fact she didn't look as though she had been hurt at all. Mr. McCoy and the Professor were glancing at her pleasantly. The books were back in the shelves, all the furniture had returned to where it had been. Nothing was amiss.
"Ah, Rogue, how nice of you to grace us with your presence," Mr. McCoy said yet again. Rogue brushed it off, knowing that if she did this right, it would the last time she would ever have to hear him say that phrase.
"Sorry," she said as she closed the door behind her and took the same seat she had before. "Yesterday and the day before were… a lot to handle. I needed a day to myself," she lied. "To think, make sense of it all."
"And have you?" Xavier asked. Rogue nodded.
"I just wanna forget that it. Not like that's gonna happen, but I've said no to him twice already, and I hung up the phone on him last night. He should get that I'm not gonna join him. I don't see why he would keep trying."
"Let us hope that you are right," the Professor said. He sighed. "Did Magneto give you a way to contact him?"
"Yeah," she said with a nod. "I have a phone number."
"Would you write it-" he started to ask as he looked at the table next to him.
"Charles, what's wrong?" Storm asked.
"How strange. I had paper and pen waiting here," he said, his hand pointing to the table, exactly where it had been. "I placed them there only a half an hour ago, intending to ask you that question," he said.
Rogue heart started to race yet again.
She watched as the Professor started to look around the table: Storm and Mr. McCoy joining in the search.
'Shit! If the pad wasn't there then it must've been moved during the fight. If Eric didn't pick it up, then the number still on it and… Fuck' Rogue took a deep breath as she eyes started to survey the room. 'How the hell am I gonna explain that?'
She was panicking inside, but somehow she managed to not show her distress on her face. Her breathing was even. Body language neutral.
Her eyes wandered to the couch Mr. McCoy was sitting on. Thankfully, the note pad was underneath the couch leg closest to her.
"Found it," Rogue said as she got quickly, leaned down, and grabbed the notepad from under the couch. She took another glace under the couch. "I don't see a pen everywhere," she said as she stood up, carefully keeping the already written number concealed against her chest.
"Please, use mine," Mr. McCoy offered with a smile as he took a pen out of his pocket. Rogue reached out and took it before she sat down. She put the pen, just close enough to the paper, to make it look as though she was writing. Once she was done with that, she handed the pen and note pad back to Mr. McCoy.
"Thanks," Rogue said.
"Your welcome," Mr. McCoy said with a smile.
"So, now what?" Rogue asked, as she gazed back up at the Professor.
"Now, we go eat dinner," Charles said with a smile as he took the note pad from McCoy and placed it on the table. No doubt in her mind, he planed to call Eric later. "Although, I would like to talk about your and Magneto's encounter at a later date."
"Which one?" Rogue asked.
"Yesterday's: both the incident after school, and the phone call that night," Charles answered.
"But not today, right?" Rogue asked.
"No," he said.
"Good," she said with a sigh. "If no one minds, I'm gonna skip dinner. I ate by myself earlier. So, I ain't hungry. Think I'm gonna go upstairs, and enjoy the quite for a little bit longer," Rogue said as she stood up and headed for the door. "Good night," she said. She heard an ego of 'Goodnight's' from behind her as she walked out the door, and closed it behind her.
"You did well," Eric said. She looked over to see that he was leaning against the wall next to the door. He looked calm, in control.
'You said we would talk in my room,' she thought, slightly confused.
"We will," he said with a small smile. "Walk with me," he said as he pushed himself off of the wall, and headed down the hallway. With a sigh she followed after him.
They made their way, up the stairs, and down the hall in silence. It wasn't until they were both in her room, with the door closed, that Eric spoke again.
"Sit down," he said gently as he sat down at the end of her bed. She moved to sit as far away from him as the length of her bed would allow.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked.
"I had suspected that you might do or say something that would anger me further, and I had prepared myself to give the proper reaction. But then you performed so proficiently, I remembered that that type of ingenuity is what I have come to expect from you… So, my question is, what was going through that mind of your earlier?"
"Nothing," she answers looking away from him.
"Well that wa-"
"I mean nothing was going through my mind," she exclaimed, trying to make him understand. He raised an eyebrow.
"Elaborate," he commanded.
"I wasn't thinking. I was trying not to… It was nice. My mind was empty, quite…"
"Peaceful?" he asked. She glanced up at him. He had a look of contemplation on his face.
"Yeah," she said with a sigh as she leaned back on her pillow, staring at the ceiling. "Haven't felt anything like it in years. It felt like it was just me- no it felt like there was no one in my head, me included. I was just… I was just there, living… Best shower I've ever taking." She looked back up at him, when she heard him chuckling.
"What else?" he asked.
"That's it really. Except…" Rogue sat up and took off her green sheer shirt. She glared at him, as she tossed her shirt next to her bed. "That wasn't an invitation. I'm just hot," she said, the edge she usually had in her voice was coming back. He chuckled.
"Except what?" he asked with a smirk.
"It was dangerous."
"In what sense?"
"I almost- " She stopped herself before glaring up at him. "You already know all this, don't you?" she asked. The amused expression on his face told her, her guess was right. "So, do we have to go over every detail like you haven't been watching me all day?" she asked annoyed.
"Welcome back, Anna. I've missed you," he leered. She rolled her eyes.
"What's the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked annoyed. He smirked.
"Perhaps, I will tell you, but not tonight," he said as he got up off the bed.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because, it has been an extremely long day."
"Tell me about," she muttered as she glanced at her clock. "It's only eight-thirty?" she asked in disbelief.
"You believe it should be later?" Eric asked.
"Yeah, it feels like… " She glanced up at him. "... So, you ain't angry anymore?" she asked.
"No," he said while chuckling softy. "Your explanation for your behavior was sufficient."
"I don't understand why."
"I know," he said with a smirk. "But I do and that is really all that matters."
"Right," she said bitterly as she looked away from him. "… I don't understand how you make me feel so valuable, and so worthless all in the same day."
"Anna-" he started to say, but she interrupted him.
"I'm going to bed now," she said firmly as she laid down on her side. She grabbed her pillow with one hand, and pulled the covers over her shoulders with her other.
"Anna," he said tenderly as he came to kneel at her bedside. His eyes sought hers. She turned to lay on her other side, refusing to look at him. He huffed. She could feel his body shadowing over hers. His hand ghosted over her shoulder. She could see his fingers out of the corner of her eyes.
"May I please touch you?" he asked compassionately. She did not respond. "We don't have to do anything sexual," he assured her. "I just want to hold you as you fall asleep. As I've done so many times before."
She remembered those nights. The comfort she found in his arms, the tranquility, the contentment. She felt safe in his arms… at least she used to.
Tears rolled down her face.
"I can appreciate you wish to deny me, but how much must you deny yourself?" he asked strongly. She turned over to look up at him. His face was only a few inches above hers. His hand, now, rested gently on the edge of her bed, waiting to be allowed to progress further. His eyes were bearing down into hers: begging her to say yes, if not to him then, to her own needs. She sucked in a breath, trying to retain her composer, trying to fight the low hot feeling growing in her stomach. It was hard to do while he was staring at her like that: so intensity.
"It would be stupid of me to let you touch me," she whispered.
"Would it?" he asked softy, as his hand slid further onto the bed, taking hold of the blanket.
"Yes," she uttered, before she noticed his hand. "What are you doing?" she asked panicked.
"Taking the blanket off of you," he said calmly, as he slid his hand down the bed. Taking the blanket with it, slowly exposing her shoulders, then breasts, finally her waist. Only her lower half was still under the covers.
"You said we didn't have to do anything sexual," she murmured.
"We haven't… yet," he told her. "Move your arm," he commanded as he glanced at her limb, which was currently pressed against her chest.
"Why?" she asked anxiously.
"Because it is in my way," he said, shifting his gaze to her eyes. "Just lower it to your side. " She didn't. He sighed. "I have given you my word, that I will not touch you, until you give me your permission. And I will keep to my word, but they are other things I can do I induce the reaction I seek."
"What things?" she asked.
"Move that arm, and I'll show you," he promised with a smirk. She took a deep breath.
"I think I'm losing my mind," she said softy.
"What makes you say that?" he asked as he moved his other hand by her face. Falling an inch short of actually touching her. If she made any sudden movements she would probably make contact.
"After everything you've done to me, to my family. I shouldn't want anything to do you. I should hate you."
"But you do not?" he asked.
"No... I don't," she uttered.
"Then what do you feel for me?" he asked softly.
"A lot," she said glancing away from him.
"A lot of what?" he asked with grin.
"Pick an emotion and I feel it about you… Sometimes I almost hate you. I'm getting closer to feeling that way. I have to. I can't like you, not now."
"Anna, there is no reason why you torture yourself like this. It is perfectly expectable for you to like me. We have shared so much with each other over the past few months," he said. She held his gaze again: her eyes begging him to drop the subject. He sighed. "What else? What other emotions have you felt for me?"
"Eric, I'm exhausted. I wanna go to bed now."
"You are already in your bed."
"I wanna go to sleep."
"And I wish to keep speaking. I wonder which of us will get our way?" he asked. Her eyes narrowed.
"Keep saying things like that, you'll make it easier for me." She closed her eyes. "Please go away."
"You said earlier that you felt as though you were losing your mind. Why?" he asked. She opened her eyes to look at him.
"Because," she shouted.
"Why?" he asked even louder, his voice urging her to answer.
"Because you're sitting there, looking at me like that, and despite everything you've done all I wanna to do is reach out and pull you closer," she confessed.
"And why haven't you?" he asked as he moved his face nearer to hers.
"Because every sane thought I have in my head is reminding me of everything you've done, everything you gonna do, and it holds me back."
"Then, perhaps, you should back away from me," he suggested. "For, at this moment, I do not have to will power to pull away."
"Maybe I should," she said softy. Another deep breath, and she slowly pushed herself away from him. She had to be careful she didn't touch him.
Now there was a few feet between them. She closed her eyes and started to let out a sigh in relief, until she felt hot breath on her face. She quickly opened her eyes to find that Eric had moved onto the bed, and was now laying beside her. He was laying on his side, the same as she was, propping himself up with one elbow.
"I should've seen that one coming," she said.
"I was surprised you didn't," he laughed. "Actually… I was hoping you did realize, and moved to let me onto the bed." She gazed up at him. "Did you?" he asked.
"No," she said shaking her head.
"Do you mind?" he asked.
"Ye-"
"Be honest with yourself, my girl…" he said as his hand neared her face. Hovering just a few inches. She felt her face blush.
'What is wrong with me?' she asked herself. 'He ain't even touching me and I'm'
"Anna," he said tenderly. he waited until she was looking into his eyes before he asked "Do you mind that I'm laying beside you?" Her breath started to quicken.
"N- ...No," she said again.
"Would you mind if I kissed you?" he asked.
"No," she answered truthfully, shaking her head. His fingers brushed against her face because of her movement, she gasped. He smirked, lowing his lips towards hers.
"May I?" he asked once he was only an inch away. She closed her eyes, needing to stop herself from staring into his eyes. She inhaled deeply.
It took every ouch of strength she had left to say "No."
He groaned, "Why not?"
"Because," she shouted as she let herself fall forward: her head making contact with his chest.
"Anna?" he asked confused.
"I liked your first idea. Nothing sexual, just hold me," she murmured into his shirt. She felt his arm wrap around her waist. She felt him use his feet to kick the blanket off of her completely. She gasped as he lifted her and repositioned himself to lay beneath her. His hand went to her face, gently caressing. He kissed her forehead. She gasped, taking a fistful of his shirt. His grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her against him. "This is sexual," she managed to mumble.
"I know," he uttered as he tilted her chin. Her eyes met his. He brushed his lips against hers. She pulled back. "Don't fight me," he whispered. She shuddered in his hold. His fingers danced against the skin on her back, inflaming her senses. Her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her back. Soon his lips were on her reddened cheek. Although Rogue knew she should move away, she melted into his touch.
Her body didn't want to stop the sensations Magneto was causing, and her mind was too exhausted to fight. The next time he put his lips to hers, she didn't pull away, she opened her mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. He groaned as he broke the kiss. He kissed her everywhere on her face. His hand eagerly stroked every bit of skin he could reach. Her breath was out of her control.
She felt him lift her shirt up, but she barely felt the fabric being stripped from her body. She didn't recall lifting her arms, but never the less she was now laying on top of him, shirtless. Next he was making short work on her bra. In only a few seconds, she saw him throw her undergarment to the floor.
The next thing she felt was his mouth on her breast, licking, sucking at her nipples. Sounds she had never made before started to escape to mouth. Each one seemed to only encourage the pair of lips driving her closer to the edge. She felt her back hit the bed. She opened her eyes, to see his face nearing hers. Their lips meet, as she felt him put some of his weight on her. Her hands moved to his shoulders, wanting something to hold onto. His mouth travels down her body, once again favoring her breasts. One of her hands went into his hair, pressing down, holding him close to her.
She screamed as she felt his fingers slip underneath her underwear, rubbing relentlessly. Her back arched, she found herself moving against his hand. Meer moments later, sparks flew behind her eyes, and she melted.
Nothing had ever felt this good.
He kissed her lightly.
"Care to return the favor?" Eric asked. She opened her eyes, to see that he was shirtless as well.
'When had the hell did that happen?' she asked herself. He chuckled as he took hold of her hand, and placed it on his cock. She gasped, as he lowered his lips to hers again.
"Grant me this small favor," he whispered in her ear as his hand showed hers what to do. "…Please…" he begged as he kissed her ear. Despite herself, she moved his hands as he wished her too. His hand went back to her breast. His lips latched onto her throat. He was adding several more marks to her neck. It would be much harder to cover up, but she found that, at that moment, she couldn't care less. He let out a low groan as he finished. He kissed her again.
"Thank you," he uttered. Surprised she opened her eyes. He was now laying beside her. She looked up at him. His eyes held, only, compassion for her.
"You- your welcome," she responded in kind. He smiled down at her, as his hand caressed her cheek. She ran her hand over his bare chest. His fingers trailed down her body, over her breasts, across her stomach, until he was swiftly approaching the very sensitive nerve ending in between her legs.
"Again?" he asked. Her eyes widened. Her breath, which had only started to return to normal, became more jagged than it had been. "I'll take that as a yes," he said with a smirk, before he kissed her. His lips left hers, and traveled, down her body, leaving soft kisses behind. Her body was on fire. His hands started to slide her pants off of her.
"W-What are you- you doing?" she asked. He lifted his eyes to meet hers.
He placed another soft kiss on her stomach before he raised his lips enough to say, "You know exactly what I am doing." She didn't know what expression was on her face, but whatever it was it made him leer. He removed her pants and underwear completely, before his lips continued their descent. Her eyes closed as his mouth found what it had been searching for. Her hand dug into the sheets on her bed, as one of his moved back to her breast. Her head tossed back and forth: each thrust of his tongue bringing with it another wave of pleasure. His other hand found one of hers. Their fingers intertwined as she screamed out one last time.
Moments later he, was face to face with her again, laying on top of her naked body.
"Anna?" he asked softy as he took her chin in his hand. She lazily tried to open her eyes, but every time they would fluttered closed. "Are you alright?" he asked, she could hear his amusement in his voice. She managed to nod.
"S-Sleep," she mumbled. She heard him chuckle darkly as he lifted himself off of her. A minute later she felt him lifting her up, into a sitting position. "What ar-"
"Shh," he hushed softly. "Ms. Pride will be back eventually," he said as he lifted her arms, "And what explanation would you have for sleeping naked?" he asked as he gently kissed her forehead. This time she really did put effort into opening her eyes. "Shh," he said again. "Like me handle this. You get the sleep your body is so desperately calling for."
The idea of trusting him with her unconscious naked body frightened her. But as much as she tried to fight her body's desire to pass out, darkness still over came her.
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