Taunting Repartee
Chapter Nineteen
Rogue let out a soft yawn as she slowly started to wake up. Her hands reached out in front of her for her pillow, as she enjoyed the warmth of her covers. Her hand touched the mass in front of her. Her hands grabbed at the fabric as she slowly opened her eyes and looked over. She kept herself from gasping and moving as she realized she was holding onto Eric's shirt.
She glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed. She took a deep breath as she looked around the room. She saw, in his hand by his side, a copy of the Prince.
'He musta fallen asleep while reading,' she thought to herself. She twisted her head slightly looking around the rest of the room. It was then she felt Eric's other hand behind her head.
She froze as she heard him groan. His hand moved to the back of her shoulder, pulling her towards him. She turned her face back towards his chest as his arm tightened his hold around her shoulder. She looked back up at his face.
'Yeah, he's still asleep,' she thought as she slowly let go of his shirt. She let out a quiet sigh. The way she was pressed up against him now: there was no way she was going to be able to get up without waking him. She glanced at her hand: it was still gloved, which only severed to confuse her. Why had he taken off her green shirt, leaving her arm exposed, but left her gloves on? The cover her gloves gave her only protected a small amount of her skin from rubbing against his.
'With my arms bare like this, and both of us asleep, there's all kinds of room for accidents,' she thought to herself. She kept herself from gasping as she replayed that thought in her mind. 'He's not erasing my memory anymore, not until I say so... so if there was an accident...' she thought to herself as she gazed back up at his face. His head rested on the pillow, leaning down towards her. If his eyes were open he would be staring directly into hers. 'I can do this,' she thought as she moved her hand off of his chest as slowly as she could. Her heart started to race as she stared at his face:searching for any change as she moved her hand off of his chest.
If there was any side of him waking up she would have to stop quickly before he realized what she was attempting to do. She honestly wasn't sure what she was going to do once she had absorbed him. If nothing else she would know what was going on in Bayville, his plans, probably find out where the Professor is.
'That would be worth it,' she thought to herself. If she could knock him out long enough maybe she could escape. 'And go where?' she asked herself. Panic filled her and she stopped her arm's movements. 'Get the Professor...' she answered herself. 'And what's he gonna do? … Help? … Protect you? … That's not gonna work. Prof couldn't protect me when he was here. He won't be able to do it even if I go get him. Eric's too strong... He'll wake up, and find me and the Professor... Even if he thinks it was just an accident that I took advantage of he'll still be mad. He'll still have ta react. That's not gonna work. It's not... it's not permanent enough' she told herself. '...And what would be?' she asked herself. 'Killing him?' She paused as she took a deep breath. '... I could- if I held on long enough I could kill him,' she thought slowly.
She felt her heart skip a beat: Something inside of her cried out at the thought.
'No, I- I couldn't... I'm not a killer,' she thought to herself. 'I... but he's never gonna stop...' she thought as a few tears ran down her face. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the tears 'If I don't do this now while I got the chance I'll never be safe,' she told herself. She stared up at his face. His expression was one of content. Even in his sleep she found him attractive. Her face brushed. 'Stop that,' she yelled at herself. 'That's not a good enough reason...' She closed her eyes. 'He wants you to care for him. He wants you to like him. He wants you to want him... Girl, he is holding you captive. He has the professor somewhere, and you are the only one who can do anything to stop him... I'm the only one who can,' she thought as she opened her eyes again.
She stared at his face. His eyes were still closed.
'When am I gonna get this chance again... It's now or never,' she thought as she watched her arm start to move again. She fought to keep her crying low as she moved her arm towards his face. 'I'm the only one,' she thought as bite on her bottom lip to keep from making noise: tear ran down her face.
"I thought you weren't going to attack me again," Eric mumbled. She let out a gasp as she retracted her arm. His hand shot out and grabbed it. He gently placed her hand on his chest. She let out a sigh in relief and lowered her gaze: she could not bring herself to look him in the eye. She closed her eyes letting the tears run down her face as she took deep breaths.
She gasped as he cupped her cheek with his hand and gently tilted her face until she was facing him.
"Open your eyes, Anna. I want you to look at me," he commanded softly. She tried to shake her head, but his hand on her face would not allow her too. She felt his thumb rub away some of the water on her face. "Look at me, Rogue," he said again. She took more deep breaths, attempting to regain control of herself.
"Please," he uttered. There was a tone to his voice, a desperation in it, that made her unable to deny him. She found her eyes opening before she could stop herself. Her vision was burred by the water. But she was almost sure he had a look of confusion on his face as he stared at hers. She felt his other hand, around her shoulder, move into her hair: brushing some of it off of her face, as his other hand continued to gently wipe the tears away with his thumb.
"Do my eyes deceive me, or is that relief I see in your expression?" he asked softly. She closed her eyes again as more tears ran down her face. "I'll take that as a yes," he whispered. "And why are you relieved, my girl?" he asked softly: keeping his voice low, almost soothing to her ears. His fingers continued to run through her hair. She took deep breaths as his fingers massaged her head. She tried to lowered her head, for a moment Eric's hand kept her from moving, but he allowed her head to fall onto his chest. His hand moved from her cheek to her shoulder: he began to massage her shoulders.
Slowly her sadness was turning into something far more dangerous. She let out a soft moan before she could stop herself. She quickly bite her bottom lip again, to keep herself from making noises. He used his hand on her head to tilt her head upwards. She felt his tongue lick at her teeth. She released her bottom lip from the bite, and he pressed his lips to hers.
'Rogue, what the hell are you doing?' she asked herself as he pulled her closer to him. His tongue licked her lips: asking for permission to enter. She allowed herself a sane thought and refused to her open her mouth.
After a second he took the hint, and placed his lips back on hers: continuing to kiss her the way she currently approved.
After another moment or two of kissing, she putted back. Taking a deep breath as she opened her eyes, he moved his hand back to her cheek.
"Feeling any better?" he asked softly: keeping to the smoothing tone, as he stared into her eyes.
"Am I supposed to feel better?" she asked.
"I do not know," he said as his hand moved back into her hair. She closed her eyes, letting her head tilt forwards slightly as he started to massage her scalp again. "I take it that feels good," he said: she could hear the slightest trace of amusement in his voice.
"Yeah," she mumbled as he moved his other hand into her hair. Both of his hands were massaging her scalp and either side of her head. He kissed her forehead tenderly as his hands moved down the sides of her face: fingers rubbing at her neck. She felt his lips leave her forehead as he tilted her head upwards. He brushed his lips against hers. He groaned into her mouth as she moved forward pushing her lips against his.
One of his hands slid down her body until he was gripping her leg. He pulled at it until he pulled it over his body, causing her to, once again, be sitting on top of of him. She put her arms around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him. His hand moved to her back, rubbing, as he once again licked her lips. This time she parted her lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss.
'You should stop this now before it goes too far,' she told herself. One of his hands moved to her hip, pushing her against him. Their groins hitting each other perfectly and she felt a spark of pleasure go through her body. 'It's already gone too far,' she told herself as let out a soft moan into his mouth. He moved his other hand to her hip, and pulled her against him: another spark of pleasure. 'Oh, God, I remember this feeling,' she thought as he began to push his hips into hers. She broke the kiss. He moved his mouth to her neck: placing soft kisses as he moved against her.
She opened her eyes as her hands moved into his hair. She was trying desperately to fight the feelings he was bring out of her. Attempting to her control her breathing only caused her to gasp more. Trying to fight the heat that was growing between her legs only caused it to radiate through out her body.
'All I have to do is say no... he'll stop, I know he will,' she thought. She only sound she managed to make, however, was a scream as Eric bite her neck. He pushed into her one last time, letting out a loud groan as he came. He quickly move his hand to the zipper of her pants. His other hand wrapped around her waist as the zipper on her pants lowered. Within a second he flipped them over until he was on top of her, as his fingers slipped under her underwear and onto her clit. He became to rub her there as he stared into her eyes.
His face began to lose it's flushed color as a look of uncertainly crossed his expression. He paused, his fingers stopped their movement.
"Anna, do you wish for me to continue?" he asked gently. Her gasping slowly turned into soft sobs as she fought with the desire to nod her head. "Shh," he said as the hand from her waist came up and brushed the hair away from her forehead and eyes. "I am sorry," he uttered. "You kissed me this time. I thought... I was mistaken," he said as he removed his hand from her underwear. She felt the zipper, zip itself back up as he got off of her.
Rogue closed her eyes as she tears ran down her face. She didn't know which hurt more: knowing that she would have let him pleasure her again if he hadn't stopped, or the fact that she still wanted him to help her finish. She turned over on to her stomach, away from him, as she pressed her legs together.
"Anna?" Eric asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" she asked in anguish as she grabbed onto fist-fills of blanket. The heat of his hand on her bare skin only added to her conflict.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing," he uttered.
"You're wrong," she said in between sobs. "...I tried to kill you," she whispered.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"When I... when I went to touch your face... I was going to... going to," she attempted to say. She turned back over to face him: he lifted his hand off of shoulder as she turned. She looked up at him as he placed his hand on her shoulder again. He was now sitting on the bed. "…and then less-" she tried to say in between gaps. "...less then five minutes after- ... I try to kill ya... you and me are....were kissing and... other things ... and... and... God....what the fuck is wrong with me?" she asked again as she closed her eyes. His hand moved to her cheek.
"My answer is still nothing," he said tenderly as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb. A small spike of pleasure ran through her body at the contact and his words. She pressed her legs together tighter than before: attempting to appease the burning between her legs. "Anna, you did not touch my face. You did not absorb me. You did not attempt to murder me. I did not give you the chance," he said with a small laugh before sighing. "Oh, my girl... my love," he said as he rubbed her cheek. She sucked in a breath at the endearment. "In order to have attempted murder you have to actually try. Because I stopped you before you were even given the chance, all you are guilty of, Anna, is contemplation," he said. She opened her eyes and looked up to see him smiling at her. "Many others have contemplated the death of another for much less of an offense than I am guilty of. I would not begrudge you that... Not that I wish to encourage these thoughts, quite the opposite," he said with a small grin, "but you should not fault yourself for having them... given our situation."
"But I was going to-" she started to say.
"Absorb me," he finished. "Other than that, neither of us know what you would have done after you had touched me. I stopped you before we found out," he said as he brushed hair behind her ear.
"If you hadn't of woken up-" she started to say as he laid down next to her.
"But I did," he said as he lowered his head on to the pillow: his eyes bore into hers, as his hand remained on her cheek rubbing. "So, you did not," he said strongly. "So, we do not know what would have happened. Therefore, you do not have to worry yourself over it. I promise you, you will not get another chance," he said.
"That's comforting," she said sarcastically.
"Isn't it?" he asked with a smirk. She sniffled as she moved her head slightly into a more comfortable position. He moved his hand, from her cheek, into her hair: brushing it back. Another spark between her legs caused her discomfort to intensify. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore it. "Is that painful?" he asked as his other hand came to rest on knee.
"Yes," she admitted. His hand slid up an inch, coming closed to the area on her body that was causing her dismay.
"I could help you release that tension if you like," he said quietly, staring into her eyes.
"I told myself I wasn't going to let you do that again. Not while I was in my right mine," she said.
"I thought that was your concern with the last time I gave you pleasure. The fact that you were not in your right mine," he said.
"It was," she answered breathlessly.
"But now you are?" he asked as he rubbed her thigh gently. She closed her eyes as she nodded. "You are already aroused. It would only take a moment for you to finish," he said. "...I could take away your pain," he whispered into her ear. His hot breath on her ear caused her breathing to become uneven. "Let me help you," he urged as his hand slid closer and closer and closer...
She quickly moved her hand onto his, stopping it's movements.
"But I suppose that is also one of your grievances," he whispered as moved his hand out of hers. "You tire of my help," he uttered as he grabbed at the fingertips of her glove: he slowly pulled it off of her hand. "You wish to be independent," he said as his fingers caressed her bare hand. "You wish to help yourself," he said as he took her hand in his. "So, help yourself," he said as he placed her hand in between her legs. She felt the zipper lower, and he pushed her two of her fingers against her underwear onto her clit.
Her eyes shot open as he began to use his fingers to move hers in just the right way. She felt her heartbeat race as he backed away from her ear. Their eyes made contact.
"I will stop, once you start to help yourself," he said.
'So, you'll just lay there watching me masturbate?' she asked in her mind in disbelief.
Her mind flashed to a conversation she and Eric had had last Saturday:
"You have, what's one more?" Eric had asked her.
'What harm would one more do?' she asked herself as she made a decision. She pulled her fingers out of her pants as she pressed her lips to his. He used his hand in her hair to pull her closer to him as his other hand slipped underneath her underwear. He placed his fingers on her clit as he broke the kiss.
"Have I misunderstood again?" he asked. She placed her hand on his over her underwear.
"What do you think?" she asked before pushing his fingers hard against her clit. He chuckled darkly as she let out a soft moan. She felt her bra unhook itself as he moved his hand from her hair onto her shoulder. He pushed her on her back as his fingers began to rub her clit slowly. She pressed her hand down on his again as she moaned, "Faster," breathlessly. He chuckled again as he used his free hand to remove hers.
"In a moment," he promised as he moved her hand above her head.
"Eric," she uttered as she moved her other hand onto his arm. "What are you-" she asked weakly as she looked up at her hand. He removed his hand from her underwear and grabbed her other hand off of his arm. He placed that one above her head as well. "What are you doing?" she asked. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw metal slid across the bed onto her hands: cuffing them together, pinning her to the bed. "I didn't," she started to say as she made eye contact. "I-"
"Is your answer still yes?" he asked as he moved his hand back to her underwear. "Would you like me to help you climax?" he asked he began to rub again. Her face flushed all over again.
"I didn't agree to that," she said faintly.
"I will make you feel good," he said as he used his free hand to lift her shirt up: exposing her bra. He manipulated the under-wire in her bra to lift it up. She felt the cuffs separate from one another.
"But only on your terms," she said quietly as she watched him remove the shirt and bra off of her completely.
"Precisely," he said with a smirk as he moved his hand to one of her breasts. "Do you consent?" he asked as he massaged her breast. She looked back up at him as she moaned.
"To what, exactly?" she asked.
"Excellent question," he said with a grin before he leaned down and kissed her. Her eyes closed as two of fingers slipped inside of her. "Nothing I hadn't done to you already," he said in a whisper as he hand began to move faster, and harder. He kissed her neck as she unconsciously moved with his hand. She felt his hand leave her breast as he replaced it with his mouth. She screamed as his teeth bite her nipple softly. Her head tossed back and forth as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
"Nothing you hadn't offered before," he whispered as he pushed his fingers into her one last time. Her body arched into his hand; her body fighting against the cuffs, needing room to move, to stretch, as she came. She buckled against his hand a few more times as a delicious warmth radiated throughout her entirely body. She leaned her head to the right as she felt his hand slip our of her underwear. Her eyes remained closed during the aftermath of the climax. She took deep breaths attempting to regain control over herself.
About two minutes later she was still unable to control her breathing. She felt his hand on her face as he brushed sweat drenched hair off of her face. He kissed her then: she barely had the energy to respond. He chuckled as he pulled back. Hid hand slid down her face and slowly down to her breasts. She gasped as his thumb rubbed her nipple. She barely felt his hand seizing her pants and underwear pulling them off of her. She felt his hand move onto her other breast and he began to massage it. She gasped as she felt something rubbing against her clit. She managed to open her eyes, to see Eric towering over top her nude. He leaned down and kissed her. Taking advantage of her open mouth his tongue explored: enticing a moan out of her. His hand ran down her body: resting on her thighs as he pulled them apart.
She pulled her head back against the pillow: attempting to break the kiss. Thankfully, Eric noticed and pulled back an inch: allowing her to breath and speak.
"Eric," she managed to gasp.
"Do you object?" he asked his hands rubbed her thighs. Rogue stared into his eyes as she attempted to think about his questions. She was dumbstruck. "Do you object?" he asked again softly.
Conversations from the past began to flash in her mind:
"It would be stupid of me to let you touch me," she whispered.
"Would it?" he asked softy.
"Yes," she uttered.
Flash
"You don't willingly have sex with you're captor," Rogue screamed.
"But, you want to," Eric retorted
"Yes! I want to, but that doesn't matter," she shouted.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because it's just wrong," she claimed.
Flash
"Just this once, Anna," Eric said breathlessly.
"Give in?" she asked softly.
"To something we both desperately crave."
Flash
"You don't have to be ashamed of relishing my touch," Eric told her gently. "You say no when it matters."
"It always matters," she said.
Rogue opened her eyes. Peering up at him she took a deep breath.
"I don't want to do this," she said.
"Are you certain?" he asked.
"Yes," she said strongly. She felt the metal cuffs remove themselves, freeing her hands.
"Perhaps another time," he said softly as he got off of her, and the bed.
"Not likely," she mumbled as she pulled the covers over her body, turning her back on him. He chuckled darkly at her comment.
"I did not attempt to manipulate you this time," he said from behind her. She heard the draw to the dresser open.
"That's why I said no," she said.
"To one, not all of my advances," he pointed out as he closed the dresser door. He sauntered across the room. She watched him walk up her, still nude: holding his clean clothes in one hand. He knelled down, in front of her, next to the bed. He moved his free hand into her face, once again, brushing hair away from her forehead. "You are more susceptible to my tactics than you would like to believe," he said before he kissed her forehead. "Not that I mind having the ability to seduce you, but do not fool yourself into thinking that you are immune to my ploys. Yesterday morning you chose truth over a facade. I intend to give you what you've chosen," he finished before standing up.
"Yesterday?" she repeated to herself quietly as he walked towards the bathroom door. She sat up taking the blanket with her: keeping herself covered."That was this morning," she said in confusion. "Today's Saturday... right?" she asked in a panic. He chuckled as he entered the bathroom door.
"We will talk about this after we have both showered," he said as he turned to look at from inside the bathroom. "Although we should not stay up talking too late. You do have school tomorrow," he said with a smirk before he closed the door. Her eyes widened at the realization. If he had kept her unconscious the rest of Saturday and as much of today as he wanted, then he only woke her up when he wanted to be awake.
"Eric," she yelled as she stood up, grabbing the blanket with her. She started to run to the door. She was stopped by the blanket getting struck on the side of the bed. She twisted her body to see where the blanket was caught. Pulling it, she managed to get it loose. She pulled it around her body again as she marched up to the door. "Eric," she screamed as her fist banged on the door. "You weren't asleep were you? You son of a bitch," she yelled as she continued to bang. The door opened, Eric stared down at her.
"If you are so eager to have this conversation: you are welcome to join me," he offered as he opened the door slightly. His comment caused her to pause. He had just asked her to take a shower with him. Her face flushed.
"I'll... I'll wait," she said meekly.
"On the bed... quietly," he said. There was a look in his eyes, warning her, telling her to obey him.... or else.
She slowly backed away from the door, backing into the bed. Wordlessly, she stared up at him from her seat on the edge of the bed.
"Good girl," he said with a smirk before he closed the door.
So, what do you guys think? Please let me know! REVIEW!!!!!
Quick note: I was rethinking the plot of the story verse the time-line of the show and I realized that among all the little continuity errors this fic has from the beginning of the fic towards the latter chapters: there is one continuity error that spans across the entire fic (Operation Repartee included!)!
In the show from the episode "On Angel's Wings" all the way from to the end of the third season is only six months!!!! I proclaimed three chapters ago that Magneto was holding Rogue captive for half a year.
You can see where my problem is...
Okay, out of all the continuity errors in this story, I have to say, this is probably the one I care about the most. Let's face it: my love of writing ridiculously complicated plots (in this case) working it way around the setting of the cartoon, (a whole lot of sexual tension + reviews ^.^) is the reason I'm still writing this fic.
But here's my question, before I go and rewatch some of season two and all the episodes of season three (not that that's a chore :p) to develop a coherent time-line that my story will follow, who besides me cares? Hands up people! I want to take a head count.
Who cares that the show put a ridiculous amount of event into such a short period of time? Was it just me or did a month go by in the episode "Walk on the Wide Side" alone? Who cares that the mansion was destroyed and rebuilt in what couldn't have been more than two months max?!?
Who among you, besides me, cares that only six months pass in between "On Angel's Wings" and the end of the third season, and that the time-line in the fic is nothing but wrong given the time-line of the show? I have to admit, I do care... more than I should. But I want to know who else does...
So, please review and give me your opinions!!!!!
(Did I say QUICK note? My mistake...)
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