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Taunting Repartee
Chapter Sixty-Six:
Magneto opened his eyes slowly: there was a dim light on in the other wise dark room that kept waking him up slightly. On the bed next to him he saw his girl sitting up Indian style: a laptop in front of her. She had ear-buds in her ears, listening to whatever was playing on the laptop. She was staring intently at the screen. He glanced over at the laptop's screen to see a language program running. His eyes glanced over to the time on the screen. It was only 3:30am. Rogue was moving the wireless mouse on her knee to answer questions. He sat up and used his powers to bring his black duffel bag to his hand. She turned her head toward him for a moment.
"Sorry, if I woke ya," she whispered.
"It's fine," he whispered with a smile as he unzipped the bag. She returned his smile before her attention to the screen in front of her. Magneto pulled out a pair black gloves. He put them on as he used his powers to placed the bag on the floor. He moved to sit behind her. He heard let a little sigh as she leaned back; resting against his chest as he put his hands on her shoulder. She reached up and pulled out one of the ear-buds, leaving the other in. He slowly moved his hands to her shoulders, rubbing her tense skin as he glance over her shoulder to look at the computer screen. As Rogue had already said: she was studying Chinese first, so Jubilee could speak to someone of her ordeal as soon as possible.
"How long have you been up?" Max asked.
"About an hour," she answered as she answered a question on the screen. "I couldn't really sleep," she sighed. "I thought I might as well be productive," she whispered as he ran his hands down her sides
"You could still get some sleep," he said in her ear.
"I'm already awake," she muttered as he massages her side with one hand: his other slid to her stomach.
"I could fix that," he whispered in her ear before he kissed her neck.
"Don't tempt me," she smiled as she leaned her head to the side: given him more access to her skin.
"If you're certain, I could stop," he uttered playfully as he slid his hand to her breast. She let out a happy sigh as her hand left the mouse and moved over his hand on her side. He used his powers to close the laptop and place it gently on the floor.
"Logan?" she asked: her breath becoming heavy.
"Seems to be asleep at the moment," Max answered.
"That's good," she muttered as she pressed his hand down against her: urging him to lower his hand. He didn't need to be told twice. He slid her hand down her body: in between her legs. He rubbed his fingers there in a circular motion over her pajama pants. "Max," she moaned softly as her hand took a fist full of the blanket. He massaged her clitoris through her pants for a few moments. "Harder," she ordered breathlessly as she pressed herself into his hand.
"Anything you want, my love," he whispered against her neck as he slid his hand underneath her pants and underwear. She let out another gasp as he found her clitoris: applying more pressure than before. With his free hand she pulled her shirt up, exposing her breasts. He gently pulled on her arm: moving her to lay her back over his left thigh: there was no resistance from her in the movement. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed as he leaned down her over body and licked her nipple: causing a moan to escape her lips.
"Shh," he hushed gently: a reminder as he massaged her other breast with his hand: he slipped two finger inside of her. She let out a series of gasps: while trying to be quieter. He brought his lips to her as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her. She moved in time with his hand as she reached up. Her gloved hand cupped his cheek: holding his face to hers as they deepened the kiss.
She was close, he could tell as he increased his speed with his fingers. She broke the kiss, her breaths coming so fast.
"Pillow," she whispered. "I need a," she gasped as he reached behind him and handed her what she asked for. She placed it against his stomach. She pressed her face into the pillow as she moaned: serving to muffle the sounds he was bring out of her. Her hand found his shirt: holding herself up.
After a few moment she backed away from the pillow sightly: gasping for air. Her eyes were closed: Her face beat red. The expression on her face, it almost seemed as though she was in pain.
"Anna, do you want me stop?" he asked in a whisper. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his.
"Don't you fucking dare," she ordered strongly. He couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle as her mouth opened: her eyes closed: a soft whimper escaping her lips. She pressed her face against the pillow again, another moan escaping her as she buckled against his hand. He smirked as his free hand found her breast. "Ahh, fuck," she gasped against the pillow as he twisted her nipple.
"Almost there, my girl," he uttered as he inserted a third finger into her. He thrusted his fingers in and out of her. Her body shook violently against him and her grip on his shirt was slipping. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding him to him. "I'm just curious, Anna," he whispered into her ear, "do you think you would have come already if it was my member inside of you?" he asked darkly.
Her answer was a scream muffled into the pillow as she buckled against his hand: coming hard. He smirked, as he kept his fingers thrusting into her fast and hard, as she came.
"I'll take that as a yes," he smirked against her ear. As her scream seemed to died down, so did his pace. Slower and slower he went, his thrusts in time with her breath. Rogue turned her face, now resting her cheek against the pillow: as she caught her breath.
"You know you could've just knock me unconscious like you used to," she whispered as she glanced up at him.
"I hardly see the fun in that,'" he smiled. Rogue let out a small laugh as she slid her hand down his body, as she used his powers to undo the button and lower the zipper on his pants. He had never had a lover use these types of powers to undress him before. After so many years, he honestly thought nothing would seem novel to him. He loved that she was capable of surprising him.
He hissed as she reached in and took out his hardened member. She stroked his cock as she sat up: her eyes opening.
"You don't have to-" Max started to whisper before she made eye contact with him: he slipped his hand out from her pants.
"You really gonna say no to me right now," she whispered: her eye were lite up playfully as she took the pillow off of him and threw it on the other bed.
"... Not with that look in your eyes," he said
"Good," she smirked before she placed her hand on his chest, pushing him down. He grinned as his back hit the bed. He honestly didn't mind when she took charge like this. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. "I taste good?" she asked as she stroked him.
"You know you do," he uttered before his eyes closed.
"I think I need a little reminder about how you taste," she whispered playfully: her voice so low he barely heard it. It when then he felt her tongue lick the tip of his cock as she massaged his shaft. He let out a hiss at the feel of it. For the countless time, he was overjoyed they had discovered her tongue couldn't absorb him. Max laid his head back against the bed: deciding to just enjoy what his girl was doing to him.
Hours later Max sat up in the bed. On the bed next to him was his Rogue: unconscious. She looked so peaceful, laying there.
'I wonder if she would consent to me hiring her a bodyguard,' he asked himself. He made a mental note to ask her later when the conversation couldn't be watched by Irene. Max turned back to the laptop on his lap. He had been reviewing some contracts he was due to sign: he might as well get some work done today. There was a knock at the door.
'Charles?' he asked in his mind: knowing who was at the door.
'Magnus,' Charles replied.
'She's still asleep. I'm supposed to wake her up by ten,' Magneto informed him,
'How is she doing?' he asked.
'As well as we can expect. She and I haven't had a chance to talk yet. I'll know more then,' Max answered.
'Please let me know if she needs anything,' Charles said as Max could feel his chair moving away from the door.
'Actually, Charles,' Max started to say.
'Yes?' he asked.
'We've missed breakfast, haven't we?' Max asked.
'By an hour,' Charles replied.
'When she wakes, could I use your kitchen?' he asked. Charles had already allowed him to stay the night. Being a respectful house guest was the least he could do to encourage a repeat of this event.
'I suppose so,' Charles said after a slight hesitation.
'Thank you,' Max said.
'You're welcome,' Charles replied.
Rogue felt someone shaking her shoulder.
"Anna," Max's voice called out to her.
"Hmm," she muttered.
"Time to wake up, my love," he said.
"Hmm," she moaned. "Five more minutes," she said. She heard him chuckle as she turned back over: enjoying the warmth of the blanket around her. She let out a soft sigh as she felt him rubbing the back of her neck. "Thought you were trying to wake me up?' she asked playfully. He let another chuckle before she felt him kiss her head. She felt him move closer to him. She turned to face him, draping her arm over his chest as he settled in beside her. "Can't we just spend the whole day in bed?" she asked.
"You need to eat," he answered.
"I have no appetite," she told him sadly.
"I know," he said with a sigh as he brushed hair out of her face. She closed her eye. "That's why you need to eat. That's why you need to get up and out of this room," he said. She let out a sigh at that.
"Or we can lay here and talk," he suggested. "We still do need to do that," he said. Rogue let out a sigh.
"Where do you wanna start?" she asked.
"How are you feeling?" he asked. She glanced away from him for a moment.
"I'm been trying not to focus on that," she said.
"I know. But you can't keep pushing your feelings away, ignoring the effect that they have on you," he said.
"I just wanna know what she wants from me," she said as she looked at him again. "If I knew, then... I- I always knew what you wanted from me back when- fuck," she said bitterly. "This is completely different then what you put me through. It's new and more dangerous and I'm terrified, Max. I don't-" she said as tears ran down her face. She felt his arm go around her, pulling her closer to him. "I feel safe right now, I always do when I'm with you," she smiled. "But I- I can't expect you to be next to me twenty- four-seven. If I do what she wants, I'll should be fine," Rogue said trying to convince herself. "I don't think she would've spent all this time raising me if she just wanted to kill me off," Rogue said.
"I don't recall her making you any such promise," he pointed out sadly. Rogue felt more tears run down her face as she rested her head against his chest again. Why did he have to say that? She knew he was right, but that wasn't what she wanted to hear right now. She felt him kiss her forehead.
'If you do what Irene wants this time Miss Lee will be fine,' the fragment of Magneto said in her mind pointed out: her eyes widened. 'We both know you're not going to let that poor girl die. But we don't know what demands will come next or how unreasonable they could potentially be. I will not leave you unprotected,' he thought strongly. 'Give me a week, my girl. I have a few ideas, but I need to make some phone calls,' the fragment said. Rogue took a deep breath: trying to suppress her fear. Had she just earned herself another conversation with Irene?
"Max, I- I don't wanna talk about this anymore. Later, okay?" she asked as she made eye contact again.
"Alright," he said with nod. "Anna, I didn't mean to frighten you further," he said.
"I know," she said with a sad smile. "You're just trying to help," she said as she glanced up at him. She leaned up and kissed him. "Thank you," she said. He smiled at that. She let out a tired sigh. "I just woke up, how can still be this tired?" she asked.
"Because you need to eat something," Max said: before she let out a soft laugh. "And then you need to do something fun," he added.
"We already did something fun today," she smiled.
"Yes," he laughed, "Fun but exhausting," he smirked. "We need to find something to do together that doesn't involve tiring either of us out," he said.
"Chess?" she suggested.
"Mentally or physically," he added. "I think you could do without have to feel the need to defend yourself for a day," he said.
"So, we should be sitting or laying down whole time?" she asked.
"That would be ideal," he said.
"For what, like two- two and a half hours?" she asked.
"That would be an adequate amount of time, yes," he said.
"I guess, we'll just be looking at something? I mean, maybe we could read- No- We'd- we'd have ta get a copy of the same book and I don't think we have more than one copy of anything aside from a text book. I mean, unless we could find some sort of means to experience a story playing out in front of us simultaneously. But what's the likelihood of that happened?" she asked as she made eye contact with him again. He didn't look assumed. She couldn't help but smirk.
"I think I have an idea what you're getting at," he said dryly.
"Unless you got a better idea, Max?" she asked with a soft laugh. He let out a sigh.
"Alright, fine, we can watch a movie," he said.
"Really?" she asked a huge grin on her face. He looked at her for moment, before smiling.
"The idea alone just brought that expression to your face, my girl," he said as he cupped her cheek. "Yes, we can watch a movie," he laughed.
"We don't really have much of a selection in the house right now. We can over to blockbuster. Maybe start with a couple of documentaries so, you won't feel like you're not gaining anything out of it?" she asked. He smiled at that.
"Did you just purpose a compromise?" he asked with a smirk.
"I think I might have, yeah," she grinned. He chuckled before pulling her into another kiss. "I think, we getting good at this whole being in a relationship with each other thing," she smiled.
"I think so too," he agreed before he kissed her again. This time he deepened the kiss: Rogue moaned against his lips.
"You keep letting me kiss you like this, Max, I'm gonna knock you unconscious," she said.
"I'd like to see you try," he said playfully. She laughed before kissing him again. "Actually, I would like to see you try. Remind me next Saturday," he told her.
"Okay," she smiled before they kissed again. She smiled as she backed away from his face slightly. "I think I'm gonna go take a shower," Rogue said.
"I'll start our breakfast then. We'll meet in the kitchen?" he asked.
"Okay," she said before she gave him one more peck on the lips.
Magneto stood in the kitchen in front of the stove, he was cooking breakfast, and a second breakfast for whomever wanted some. Max assumed it was going to be just himself, Anna, and perhaps Charles eating. Rogue was had gone to take a shower, although he was excepting her to join him in the kitchen any moment. However, it was Wolverine who entered the kitchen first.
"Good afternoon, Wolverine," Magneto said as he flipped a pancake.
"Hey," Wolverine said as he walked up to the coffee maker.
"Would you like some?" he asked as Wolverine took a mug out from the cabinet. "There will be plenty," Magneto said.
"Sure, why not," Wolverine said dryly. "...You know, Magneto you surprise me," he started to say as he poured himself a drink.
"How so?" Magneto asked: as he kept an eye on the frying pan.
"Didn't take you for submissive type," Wolverine said. Max eyes widened for a moment. There were a number of responses he could give.
"You have my apologies if we woke you last night," Max sad smoothly. "It was not our intention," he added.
"Yeah, I know, ya two tried. You two didn't wake anyone else, but nothing really gets past my heightened senses," Wolverine said as he walked up next to him. "I'm only going to say this once, Magneto," he started to say, as Max turned to look the shorter man in the eyes. "You hurt her again, I don't know how yet- Hell, I might even team up with Sabertooth on this one, but I'll find a way to make you hurt ten fold whatever you do to her," he threatened. He considered for a moment mocking the man, but that wasn't what the situation called for. This was as close to a heart-to-heart the brute in front of him was capable of.
"I love her, Wolverine. I want to bring her peace of mind: to make her happy," he said. Wolverine eyed him for a moment. After a moment he nodded.
"Yeah, we can all see that. You keep treating her right, and we won't have a problem," Wolverine said before he turned to walk away.
"Are you going to tell Charles?" Max asked as Wolverine made his way towards the exit.
"Chuck let you two sleep alone in the same room. He should've known better," Wolverine said dryly. Max couldn't help but smirk at that as Max turned back to his pan: he lifted the pancake up with his spatula; adding it with the others already prepared. "Give me a heads up when breakfast is really, will ya?" he asked as Max cut another piece of butter off of the stick and tossed it into the frying pan.
"Certainly," Max said as he picked up the mixing bowl and poured more fix into the frying pan.
"Thanks," Wolverine said as he exited the room.
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