Tearing the top from her, his own clothing fell away as he released the structure he had arranged them in prior. He flung her top aside carelessly, and dove in again, both of them letting their hands roam across one another's bodies. His thumbs hooked along the bottom part of her outfit, and restraining himself enough to merely slide them off - it wouldn't be right to deprive her of clothing - he tossed them aside with only the regret that it took time from him, and concentration. The excuse she used for a shirt followed swiftly after; and that was all he could withstand leashing his need.

But to claim the reward for his patience was sweet indeed, as Rogue laid beneath him, offering him her embrace up with open arms. If Rogue had an idea of what sex might be thanks to her powers, Erik had no desire to let her languish in any concern of inexperience. If this was to be a first for them, they would treat it as such. He would treat this as a moment of discovery like it was for them both. He would treat her with the reverence she deserved. There was no one else, there had been no one else. There was only them, only now. He leaned into it, and let her arms wrap around him again as he kissed her with a naked hunger.

"Magnus" She whimpered as their mouths parted, before she began to slide her lips along his neck, and he shivered. For words, as much as action, the chill made his ardor stoke higher. There was a flame that rose and fell with every moment they existed near one another. He felt it for weeks now, banked and smoldering, now finally allowed to flare to life. Hearing her name him, so shyly, but with such need, he was engulfed. Erik began to let his lips roam down against her collarbone before biting down hard enough to make her jolt against him.

Erik smiled against her skin; he loved how much Rogue reacted to him. It was glorious how he was able to affect her; how he made her react. It was a physical representation of how strongly she affected him. He felt that it balanced the scales appropriately.

His free hand massaged one sift breast, his knee grinding hard against her sex, before his hand replaced it, applying pressure as his entire body was against hers. He captured her mouth as men once staked claim over land and pinned her to the bed and scant pillows. The sound she made as he did gave him half breath's pause for fear of hurting her. Yet, at the same time, it was far too similar to the sound prey made as they were caught between the predator's jaws. That woke something deep within him, an ancient and primal response. A need to claim.

Erik relished thus, and even more so as her own free hand- the other trapped in his iron grip- came to his member, hips spasming into her, as she gripped his shaft. Her hand wasn't particularly skilled, but she was a fast learner, and he was already so hard for her as it was. It was easy to make him ready for. Yet, he was enjoying the exquisite agony; challenging himself to focus long enough to let them both experience exactly what he wanted, instead of swiftly satisfying his need.

He kissed a spot then bit down on her neck once more, and she thrust herself against him. A normal woman's strength wasn't enough to push him aside, but the way she ground against him was obvious enough that she wasn't trying to do so. She seemed so eager to please him, to give him whatever he wanted. It was obvious, trying to pull her closer. "Please.." she whimpered as he drew up above her, illuminated in the dim line against the horizon of dawn, still hours away. He bent down long enough to give her one more deep and probing kiss, before pressing further along her jawline….. her breastbone. He relished the taste of her.

"Do not move……only watch," He instructed her in between kisses. He slid further, along the planes of her stomach until he arrived at the apex of her thighs. He lifted her leg at the knee, letting her open further to him. Modesty caused her to spasm at first, but with a look upward, he quelled it. "Only watch," he reminded, half-warningly. She relaxed, and managed to quiet herself.

"So lovely," he said in the same low voice, practically a hum. He laved at her opening, parting her lips with his free hand. Her hands went to his shoulders, curling up as he increased his efforts, and he responded in kind, rolling her enough so that she was then pinned against the bed, with him half pressed against her. He lapped at her clit, while the other hand trapped her free one. The other was then buried in his hair, steadying herself and urging him on.

The noises she made now, somewhere between panting and gasping, made him want her ever more. He had to give this to her as badly as she needed it. It was was his honor and pleasure to be the one to give her such an education. She didn't last long, she didn't need to. He was, if anything, a man that was driven to complete his goals. Rogue orgasmed, her voice strained as she managed to gasp his name out a second time.

Feeling accomplished, and his own hunger, not a whit diminished by this, in fact it was practically complete that he feared losing the last of his reserve. He continued to lap at her as she came down, burying his face in the delectable scent and taste of her.

She was as ready as they could both allow. He took the moment to let her catch her breathe, come back to herself. She smiled at him radiantly. "..How….how can I make you feel the same? L-like that?" She asked him, the innocence, the beauty of the remark was enough to undo him there.

"Continue…..to be you," He said as he entered her, enveloping his hard cock deep into her waiting, wet hole. She made a soft, sharp intake of breath, and it made him capture her mouth again. They held that kiss as he rocked into her, her own hips rolling into him, matching his rhythm.

He felt the twist of her lips in a grimace of pain as he continued to enter her, but the strength which she held to him, her legs wrapping behind his body to accommodate his member all the better , was enough to send him over the edge. He came, hard enough to see beyond normal sight, nearly letting his tightly controlled personal defenses slip. It was a near thing, keeping that control, in every way.

He continued to thrust against her in the midst of his orgasm, intent on finishing out her own pleasure. She wasn't too far behind, it took only a few more moments of panting frenzy before he knew she came once more.

Satisfaction laced his entire body, lassitude filled him, but his heart, his mind, his very soul were revived. He continued to press kisses along her body, feeling her hands caressing him. Pulling up into their range, he let them draw him to another kiss, her body pressed against him. The more surprising thing was how hard he held to her. A lifeline, a last lingering trace of…..hope. Pure and simple; a hope for a better tomorrow. A need for a better tomorrow.

"Thank you," The pair said simultaneously. Staring at once another in shock, they paused for a long moment, considering the other.

"Yer thanking me?" Rogue asks.

"For allowing me to do this with you. For being so willing." Erik said softly.

Rogue couldn't help but smile at that. "Thanks for being so willing."

Erik then takes her wrist and kisses it. "A beautiful woman inviting you to bed. You'd have to be a fool to not accept it."

Rogue felt flushed. They just been intimate with each other mere moments ago and he's still able to make her feel like this.

"...Say it again." Rogue requests.

"You my dear. The most beautiful woman who I have ever been lucky enough to be intimate with." Erik said then kisses her forehead. "Any one who dared to say otherwise is a fool."

Rogue smiles then he pulls Erik for a kiss.

The woman with the white streak hair feels hotter that she did earlier. Because no one has ever called her that. No one has ever saw her like that. Not as a woman but as a mutant. No one ever saw her. But the man sees her. He sees her. And he will always be there for her to prove it to her. The woman with white stripe hair has spent many nights full of fantasies of the armored man. Turns out that just because things don't exactly turn out what you expect. It doesn't mean that it's not fucking fantastic when you finally achieved the real thing!