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This NSFW short story is set about eight months after the events of Taunting Repartee Two- Book One.
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Chapter One-
Jesus!
Friday December 19th 2002: 08:20 pm
Rogue was gathered with all of the residents of Xavier Institute, at the start of Christmas break in the common room. Everyone was gathered to exchange gifts at the Institute's Holiday party, with the intent to call it early night as most of the students had flights to catch early the next morning. Gift giving was about at its end and some of the students were starting to head upstairs for the evening. Rogue glanced around the room, as she was prone to do, surveying her charges, The New Mutants. Which now included the original roster of New Mutants, the Brotherhood Boys and a newest class of students who had enrolled at Xavier's at the beginning of the school year, three months prior.
"I can't believe Jean didn't make it to the institute for the party," Amara commented and Rogue noticed Scott prep up at the mention of Jean, only to take in the statement made and the sour look on his face returned in full force.
"She said she had too many finals to study for," Kitty shrugged, as she stood arm in arm with her new roommate; Dani, the quieter of the two girls.
"And before that it was track and field," Scott muttered, annoyed as he stalked past the group of girls. Rogue ignored Scott as she walked up to join the group of four girls standing by the window, overlooking the vast snowy landscape that surrounded the Institute. Rogue met Kitty's gaze and rolled her eyes, which was met with a short giggle from Kitty. They were both sick of Scott's pouting.
"She's really not coming to the Institute at all?" Amara asked.
"Duncan's parents are in Peru," Kitty shrugged. "So, they're going straight to Connecticut to Jean's parents house," she informed them all.
"With the way y'all talk about her, I hope I get to meet her soon," Paige commented.
"I'm sure you will," Rogue smiled, placing her hand on the younger blonde's shoulder unexpectedly. Paige jumped slightly, taken by surprise and Rogue was relieved when she only felt intact skin beneath her hand, the freshman keeping her mutation under control. "Ya looking forward to visiting home, sugar?" she asked as she removed her hand.
"Yup," Paige smiled.
"And for Todd going with you?" Amara asked, a knowing smile in her voice and Paige's face blushed as Kitty and Dani giggled.
"Y'all are making such a big stink over it," Paige complained, while practically stomping her foot on the ground. "He doesn't have any family to visit over the holidays, so why shouldn't he come visit with mine. Ma and Pa got some many little ones running 'round on that farm, they ain't even gonna notice an extra couple of mouths to feed," she said.
"They really ain't," Sam commented, shaking his head, walking past the group with a drink in his hand as he headed back towards Bobby, Ray, Roberto, Tabitha and a number of the other newer students.
"And Tabitha's coming too," she reminded them all.
"Well, she didn't want to deal with her dad," Dani shrugged.
"But like, so not the point. You're totally taking your boyfriend to meet your parents," Kitty pointed out, in a hushed tone so Sam wouldn't overhear that comment. "Like, how could you not be nervous?" she asked and Rogue gave Kitty a sympathetic smile.
"I just ain't," Paige said.
"Is he?" Dani asked.
"Todd ain't dumb. 'Course he is," Paige declared before Amara, Kitty and Dani shared a laugh.
"I think that's my cue ta go check on him," Rogue commented with a grin.
"You want me too?" Kitty offered as Rogue glanced around, she saw Todd standing across the room, talking with Freddy, Lance, Evan and Kurt.
"Nah, Lance's probably talking to him right now. I'll go tag in. Enjoy the party," she smiled and Kitty nodded at her happily.
"Thanks, Anna-Marie," Paige said and Rogue winked at the girl before excusing herself from the conversation, walking across the room.
"You're really staying here, Kurt?" Evan asked.
"Yeah, we talked about it and I miss my parents in Germany but this is my first Christmas with Father and Uncle and I don't want to miss it," Kurt answered and Rogue giggled as she joined the circle, standing between her brother and Lance.
"Man, you're going be so glad you did," Freddy said. "Mr. McCoy and me are cooking a feast-"
"Mr. McCoy and I, Freddy," the staff member in question called out, where he was standing with Uncle Jimmy, Mystique and Ororo a short distance away by the fireplace.
"Right, right," Freddy muttered to himself, nodding as he committed the sentence structure to memory. Rogue felt her attention diverted, paying attention to the staff instead.
"As I said, no one has even given Mr. Dukes the opportunity to apply himself academically. A failing of the public education system that I will not stand for," Mr. McCoy said.
"Yeah, that boy's got a good head on his shoulders," Uncle Jimmy agreed, an unlit cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth. The Professor had asked him not to smoke within the mansion. And her uncle had mostly adhered to that request. Mostly.
"And he's so analytical!" Mr. McCoy continued to praise. "His skill in the kitchen, the ability to combine raw materials and produce a far superior product is not unlike a chemist. He has so much potential," he said.
"So, you two will handle shopping for Christmas dinner?" Mystique asked, a knowing look on her face.
"Yes, yes, Raven, you've convinced me. I'll wear an image inducer," he acquiesced.
"Finally," Mystique smirked, sharing a look with Ororo.
"Hank, even you must admit, you've been a little… stir crazy at late," Ororo said delicately.
"It's called cabin fever and no one's got time for that shit," Uncle Jimmy said bluntly.
"Logan," Ororo exclaimed in protest.
"Jimmy," her uncle corrected gruffly, before he reached out and grabbed the cigar from his mouth, holding it within his fingers instead. Rogue knew that it was the first or last they'd have the same exchange. "James is fine too," he added. Ororo let out a huff before wordlessly excusing herself from the conversation.
"Poor dear," Mystique said mockingly, resting her arm over her uncle's shoulder. "I think she liked you better with amnesia," she said.
"She'll get used to me," he grunted, before putting the cigar back in his mouth, looking antsy, like he'd want to excuse himself. "And you," he said, turning back to Mr. McCoy. "We're taking you out for drinks," he said.
"I'm not much of a drinker. I don't have the stomach for it," he replied.
"So, you get one drink; one of them intellectual fruity cocktails. And we won't even give you any grief over it," he said.
"How magnanimous," Mr. McCoy said unimpressed.
"It'll be fun. We'll take you to Lucky's. You'll get buzzed. Maybe my brother'll show up and we'll really make a night of it," he said.
"I still can't believe he skipped your birthday fight this year," Mystique commented as Mr. McCoy still didn't look convinced the outing was a good idea.
"Victor's got a lot to answer for," he said as he leaned down by the fireplace, sticking his head up as he used the flames to light his cigar. "Next time I see the bastard I'm cutting off his heads," he said vindictively as he stood up again.
"I believe you meant-" Mr. McCoy started to say as the Professor took notice from a different corner of the room, where Ororo had joined him.
"I know what I said," he replied dryly, waving off the Professor as he headed toward the exit, to take his smoking to outside the mansion's walls. Her mother nodded, saying goodnight, to Mr. McCoy before following after her uncle. That would be the last anyone saw of them that evening. And Rogue turned her attention back to the group of boys, as Mr. McCoy moved to join with the Professor and Ororo.
"Oh man; all those recipes you showed us," Kurt commented and Rogue had a feeling she'd only missed a reiteration of the dinner she was set to enjoy later that week. "It's going to be epic," Kurt commented. The blush on Freddy's face told her he still wasn't used to receiving so much praise.
Todd, she noticed, was too nervous for her liking, he had a sort of frantic energy the others were picking up on, Lance especially. She and him shared a look, and she nodded at him telling him it was his turn to ask.
"Todd, what are you worried about?" Lance asked. "You haven't met them yet. It's a blank slate," he said, almost dismissively.
While accurate, it wasn't exactly the tone she was going for. But given his and Kitty's similar situation, she didn't blame him. Rogue and Kitty had been talking about it for weeks, how she finally got permission to bring Lance to get reacquainted with her parents in Illinois over the holiday break. And while they were both anxious about it, Lance and Kitty didn't need the same kind of reassurances that Todd did.
Kitty had stepped up with the New Mutants before she had. And Lance? That boy had an air of confidence that had only grown since he rejoined the X-Men. With Scott in such a sour state, Rogue had more often than not turned to the two of them to act as her seconds, reiterating orders and acting as additional voices of reason.
"Yeah, man, just, don't mess it up," Evan agreed.
"I always mess stuff like this up," Todd winced.
"Not this time ya ain't," Rogue said encouragingly. However, the expression on his face didn't change. 'Maybe he needs another prep talk,' she considered. "Ya wanna go talk for a minute?" she asked him.
"Yeah, thanks," he croaked meekly and the two of them headed away from the conversation into a secluded unoccupied corner of the room.
"Okay, what's going on in that head of yours?" Rogue asked.
"What if I lose control again and the resin comes back? Paige is incredible. A girl like her never would've looked at me twice when I skunk. I don't wanna gross her out," he said and Rogue crossed her arms over her chest while giving him an incredulous look.
"Paige shreds her skin like a reptile and leaves it in chucks on the floor," she said deadpanned. "And she grew up on a farm. The kind where she's been knee-deep in muck for most of her life. I promise ya, there ain't anything ya can do that'll gross her out," she finished.
"Really?" he asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Yes, you're gonna be fine," Rogue grinned. "Besides, ya do have control over your powers. We've been working on 'em for months," she pointed out again. "Trust me, you've got this," she said.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," he said with a sense of confidence, she'd seen come after their conversations and go shortly after. How could she help him ensure it lasted longer? What was the core of the issue?
"Todd listen ta me. Every time the little voice in the back of your head starts yammering atcha, I want ya to say this for me; 'shut up ya idiot, I can handle this,'" she advised.
"Yo, you want me to call myself an idiot?" he asked bemused.
"The part of ya that keeps telling yourself ya ain't good enough? Yeah, absolutely," she answered. He glanced away from her a minute as he seemed to consider that. "Todd, sugar. You've spent most of your life with people telling ya, that ya can't do this or that for whatever reason. It ain't your voice you're hearing in your head. It's all of 'em yahoo's who don't know the first thing about ya," she said. "I've been in your head, I've seen your memories. You've got a real kind heart and I know that's what Paige sees in ya too," she finished and finally a smile came to his face.
"Thanks, Rogue," Toad said as he stood up a little straighter.
"Have a great winter break," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "You've been working so hard, getting your grades up, all the Danger Room sessions. You deserve to have a good time," she said, giving his shoulder a squeeze as she said 'deserve.'
"Yeah, I will," he said confidently, that seemed more solid than what she'd seen from him previously.
Saturday December 20th 2002: 05:43pm
The next evening, Rogue sat with Scott, in the common room, on the couch, a cushion between them on the three cushioned piece of furniture. They were facing the television as Scott channeled surfed, looking for something else for them to watch, the remnants of the pepperoni pizza they consumed for dinner sitting on the coffee table in front of them, along with two red solo cups half filled with coke. He was taking a while to select something, so rather than not rush him, Rogue had a novel, Les Miserables; the French edition, open on the arm of the chair: the activity she'd been engaged in before he found her about two hours ago asking what she wanted to do for dinner.
Freddy and Mr. McCoy were gone for the day. Now that he was willing to wear an image inducer, he'd decided Freddy needed to be exposed to more culture and a trip to the Museum of Natural History was in order. Scott had been invited but he was in too sour of a mood to accept. They were going to go food shopping afterwards.
The Professor and Uncle Jimmy were taking care of some other errands together. "Errands" being code for visiting some remote site from her uncle's past, the X-Jet having been utilized for the trip. She wouldn't see either of them today, maybe even tomorrow.
And Mystique had taken Kurt out for some Christmas shopping. An invitation had been extended to her, but Rogue understood that her mother and brother needed some quality father son bonding. And it wasn't like her mother hadn't spoiled her rotten since moving into the institute. The classy sleeveless green shirt and dark denim jeans she was wearing were two of the many articles of clothing her mother had purchased for her. Rogue had years with Mystique when she was a kid. It was Kurt's turn to get some one and one time.
Besides, a night in, didn't seem like a bad way to pass the evening, assuming Scott ever settled on a channel.
Rogue blinked, this was actually the first time the two of them had been alone in a while. Maybe she could use the opportunity to talk some sense into him.
"Why don't ya pull up the guide?" she said, closing her book. "It's almost six, maybe we can find a movie or something," Rogue suggested.
"Yeah, alright," he grumbled, taking her suggestion. He then proceeded to scroll through the guide, as he had scrolled through the channels, as they both surveyed their options. Nothing was jumping out at her and he was as moody as he had been these last few months.
"So, have ya talked to Jean at all?" Rogue asked, knowingly, her head cocked slightly to gauge his reaction out of the corner of her eye.
"No," he said, visibility stiffening. "Her and Ducan are still going strong," he added.
"What's that gotta do with ya talking ta her?" she asked. "Y'all are friends," she added.
"Yeah, sure we are," he said dryly. "She's been here twice since starting college," he vented.
"Ya know ya coulda went to Bard College too," Rogie pointed out. "Ya got accepted."
"I didn't want to be that far from the institute," he said, his go-to excuse for the choice he seemed to regret more and more each day.
"It's only two and a half hours away," she said matter-of-factly. "Ya could transfer for the next semester," she suggested.
"You really want to be team leader that badly?" he asked bitterly.
"No, I'm fine with my current title," she bit back immediately, her eyes narrowing at the accusation. "But watching ya sulk ain't much fun and if you're just gonna resent being here then what's the point?" she asked.
"I don't-" he said, before placing the remote on the arm of the couch. "I don't resent it. I'm trying to think about the big picture," he said, turning to look at her. "I know where I'm going to work for the rest of my life, Rogue," she said as she felt her expression soften. "I've chosen the X-Men. It doesn't matter where my teaching degree comes from. As long as I have one, the institute is that much closer to being eligible for accreditation," he said.
Rogue glanced away from him a moment as she considered that.
"Okay," she nodded. "So, ya ain't mad about being here," she said before she felt her eyes widen. "You're mad at Jean for not making the same choice," she reasoned out loud. "You think she chose Duncan over the X-Men," she realized.
"Because she did!" he exclaimed, confirming she'd finally figured out the heart of the issue. "I even tried explaining it to her before she left, when we both had to make our final selections. Jean got into Harvard. Harvard, Rogue. And she went to Bard?!" he asked incredulously. "If she was going to go that far for school, then she should've gone to the best school," he said.
"Instead of lowering her standards for a guy who has no idea what a mutant is," Rogue finished.
"Yes," he hissed, sounding vindicated. Rogue felt a smile come to her face as she scooted closer to him, sitting on the middle cushion instead.
"She'll figure it out eventually," she told him.
"She should already know," Scott said dryly. "You both should," he added and she kept herself from sighing.
"I ain't going anywhere anytime soon," she reiterated, for what felt like the hundredth time, not just to him but everyone who was nevious she would jump ship.
"But you could," he said.
"And you couldn't?" Rogue retorted, looking up at him. "Scott, ya didn't even try to apply for any of the schools in Hawaii," she said and she still didn't understand exactly why he was here for Christmas rather than with his brother.
"I wouldn't- I don't know the Masters that well. I couldn't ask to live with them," he said.
"Alex is your brother. Yeah, ya absolutely could've. And look, I ain't saying ya should've. If you've made your choice, then good for you, sugar, stick ta ya convictions. But don't go telling yourself ya couldn't've done something else. It kinda cheapens the decision," she shrugged and Scott glanced down at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, everyone knows, all I'd have ta do is pick up a phone and Magneto would be here in a heartbeat to pick me up. So, that makes my decision ta stay all the more meaningful. I ain't here cause I don't have anywhere else ta be. I'm here cause I wanna be," she finished.
"I'm here because I want to be here too," he said. "But I want Alex here too but he's being so stubborn," he exclaimed.
"Y'all got inta a fight didn'tcha?" she asked.
"Yeah," he sighed. "If only he'd stop being so stubborn," he repeated himself, clearly irritated.
"So what? You put a bunch of pressure on him about giving up his life there to come to New York?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"And that's why you're here for winter break?" she asked, wanting him to spell it out and help him realize his actions were the cause of his loneliness.
"Yeah," he answered bitterly, which didn't seem to work. "He's got this girlfriend now. Her name's Lorna," he explained as Rogue felt her mind tugging at her, like it wanted to show her something. Now wasn't the time, she dismissed it, pushing it back. "And he's-"
"He's choosing her over the institute," Rogue finished as she glanced up at him, a knowing look on her face. "Over you. The same way Jean is," she added.
"Yeah, and?" he asked. "Both of them are being so pig headed. If they would just listen to me," he said.
"Scott, I'm gonna stop ya there. You can't force either of 'em to see things your way and the more pressure you put on 'em the more they'll pull away," she said.
"I wasn't-"
"Forget about what you want for a minute and think about them and their lives," she interrupted. "Ya ain't doing the Professor any favors tryna strong arm 'em inta coming here," she said and saw the lower half of his mouth gaping as it finally seemed to sink in.
"I didn't mean to I-" he said.
"When did you and Alex get inta that fight?" Rogue asked.
"August. I asked him to come here and he- He called us a cult, Rogue. He actually used that word," he answered.
"With the way you've been hammering at him to uproot up his life, can ya blame him?" she asked. No response. "Scott, call Alex tomorrow and apologize. Tell him you were wrong and you'll stop making such a big deal about the Institute. Tell him you want him to be happy whenever he decides that's gonna be," she advised.
"But I want him here," he insisted.
"That ain't your call, Scott, and it's never gonna be," she told him. "No one likes an ultimatum," she added.
"I didn't give him one-"
"Are ya sure about that?" she asked, staring into the visor that hid his eyes, directly where she knew they were behind that opaque material. The leader of the X-Men broke first. Scott looked away from her as she sat back against the couch. "I think ya did," she said, eying him. "And worse you've been walking around like a zombie these last few months. Acting like you don't even wanna be here. The X-Men aren't an obligation that you can just force on people. It's a choice and yeah you've made yours, but ya can't make it for Jean or Alex," she said. "Scott, tell me you're hearing me," she said, having felt like she repeated herself at least twice now.
"I- yeah, yeah, okay," he said, nodding. Though she wasn't sure he truly had.
"So, you'll call Alex tomorrow? Apologize?" she asked.
"I- yeah, okay, I will," he said, scratching the back of his neck with his left hand. She was tempted to bring up Jean too, no doubt he'd done some damage to that relationship, but she hesitated.
"Okay, then," she said instead, before leaning back against the couch, sitting directly next to him.
"Hey, did the Professor ask you to talk to me?" he asked curiously.
"Nope, I was concerned about ya, all on my lonesome," she answered, looking up at him with a bit of a smile.
"Thanks," he said as he stretched his left arm along the back of the couch, inadvertently, along her shoulders. She leaned into him, not minding the physical contact. "Ah, sorry-" as she felt him lifting his arm.
"Ya fine, sugar," she said, though she felt his arm, sort of frozen there, half-way between getting comfortable and pulling it away. "Trust me, Scott, if ya do something I ain't okay with, I'll just knock your ass unconscious," she grinned.
"Yeah, okay," he said, laughing under his breath, letting his arm settle behind her, before he let out a huff.
Glancing up out of the corner of her eye, she saw his face was blushing slightly. Which was- he was cute, she'd always thought so. Even when she was still in the Brotherhood and he was trying to convince her the X-Men weren't Mutant Hunters, she'd thought he was handsome. And hadn't the Professor, her mother and her uncle told her she should seek out something normal? What was more normal than two teenagers watching a movie together?
Scott was single. So was she. Kind of.
Her and Erik had said their good-byes just shy of eight months ago. And as much as she missed him, she hadn't reached out to him. Chess still didn't count in her eyes and they only played once or twice a week now.
Erik had left her a present in their bedroom, on her eighteenth birthday, back in August. The very book she had been rereading that night. Erik was- he was never far from her thoughts. There had been a card as well, that included a cell phone number she had been very tempted to contact.
But opening that door again, even engaging in a simple conversation, felt like playing with fire. And as much as she yearned to burn for the Master of Magnetism, she'd immediately marched herself down to the Professor's office and gave him the card. She recalled the look of surprise on the Professor's face and he'd simply placed the card in his top drawer and promised not to contact it either. He had said he was proud of her for her restraint. And she recalled how Prof's praise didn't have quite the same impact as Erik's approval. Which only further convinced her she'd made the right decision, avoiding temptation.
Thinking back on it all, Rogue came back to herself and realized she was blushing and that Scott was staring down at her.
'Shit, he thinks that's for him,' she realized. "So, we should find a movie to watch, right?" she asked, needing to deflect somehow.
"Yeah," he said, picking up the remote, "We should find a movie," he agreed, continuing to scroll. And she glued her eyes to the screen and not on the single cute boy whose arm was around her, now slightly gripping her bare shoulder. Rogue took a deep breath as he scrolled. She blinked as she saw something that seemed familiar.
"How about that?" she said. Scott stopped scrolling.
"This one?" he asked.
"No, two up," she answered and he scrolled back up on the guide.
"Okay, ah, Cruel Intentions?" Scott read.
"A retelling of Pierre Choderlos de Lacios's seventeen-eighty-two novel Les Liaisons Dangereuses, set in New York City among rich high schoolers," she finished reading for the TV's guide's description.
"So, a book adaptation?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, I guess," she said, shrugging slightly and unintentionally leaning into him a little further, causing both of them to flush further. "I haven't read this one, but I usually like French novels," she said.
"And you really like the modern Romeo and Juliet retelling, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, it was good," she smiled, a little flattered he had remembered that from months ago. While she had an eidetic memory, she understood it took effort for others to recall the little details. "Wanna watch it?" she asked.
"It starts in five minutes, sure," he said, clicking on the channel.
Saturday December 20th 2002: 06:23pm
'Fuck,' Rogue thought, had she had been nearly chanting in her mind for the past twenty minutes. How did she not realize this movie was rated R before they had turned it on, because, god was it turning her on and the way Scott was gripping her shoulder whenever the actors were doing certain things to each other.
She needed to distract herself, anything would do. So, she turned Erik's magnetic senses on, scanning the room. What she immediately felt was the zipper of Scott's pants pressed upward, due to the growing bulge of his-
'Fuck,' she thought turning them off again. 'Okay, that was a mistake,' she thought as she shifted uncomfortably on the couch, pressing her legs together, her clit twitching, as her leg rubbed up against Scott's. He sucked in a breath, his hand tightening on her shoulder. But neither of them had suggested changing the channel, even though both of them were trying very hard not to look at each other.
Saturday December 20th 2002: 06:47 pm
They should never have turned on this movie.
"All I want to do is give you a kiss," Sebastian said, as Cecile was kneeling before him, in a completely compromising position.
"Just a kiss?" Cecile asked, peering up at him. Sebastian reached down, pulling the girl up by her shoulders.
"I swear," he said. Cecile glanced at him, before closing her eyes, and puckering her lips. And Sebastian reached down to untie the string on her sweatpants.
"What are you doing?" Cecile asked, as Rogue's hand moved to Scott's thigh, her hand gripping against his jeans, the same way his hand had been clasped to her shoulder for nearly an hour now.
"He doesn't mean on the mouth, does he?" Scott asked.
"Nope," Rogue said breathlessly, her legs pressed together tightly.
"Cecile," Sebastian said, his tone mockingly annoyed. "You promised to let me kiss you," he whined.
"But then why?" Cecile asked.
"Ah," Sebastian interrupted, drawing his finger up to silence her questioning. "I don't want to kiss you here," he said, pointing at her mouth. "I want to kiss you there," he said, gesturing below her waist.
"Huh?" Cecile asked, thoroughly confused.
"A promise is a promise, Cecile," Sebastian said, before she let out a soft moan of protest before nodding at him, giving consent for an act she didn't understand. Rogue recalled the first time Erik had-
Wednesday February 19th 2002: 04:25 pm
Rogue was in her bedroom, laying on the bed, undressed from the waist down. Erik was positioned between her legs, his arms looped under her knees as he lifted them up and drew her closer to his mouth.
"Anna-Marie, are you absolutely certain you wish to experience this for the first time under these circumstances?" Erik asked, gazing up at her.
He meant it as a warning, a guilt free way for her to rescind her consent within the safe confines of the dream she escaped to most evenings. All he managed to do was make her knees go weak. Thankfully, he was already supporting those.
"Erik, please," she whispered breathlessly as she watched a smirk grow on his face.
"Very well," he huff happily before his lips descended onto her-
Saturday December 20th 2002: 06:50 pm
Rogue forced herself to leave the memory almost as fast as she was dragged into it. Once back in the waking world, the first thing she heard was Cecile's moan as she enjoyed the same treatment Rogue had just forced to the back of her mind.
Unable to take it anyone, Rogue glanced up, openly looking at Scott.
"Do ya wanna kiss me?" she asked him.
"On the lips?" he asked, turning to look at her, as soon as she had.
"Yeah, on the lips," she nodded, blushing further.
"Yeah, definitely," he answered immediately.
"Okay," she said, nodding, leaning into him more.
"Okay?" he repeated.
"Ah-huh," she said before pressing her lips to his and he groaned against her mouth. Rogue closed her eyes, waiting for him to- … Their lips were just pressed against each other's, he wasn't moving or anything… So, Rogue angled her head and parted her lips, giving him an opening to- … Still nothing. He wasn't-
Rogue reached down, grabbed his free hand and brought it to her cheek, as she stuck her tongue in his mouth. That seemed to do the trick, as he finally started kissing her back, his hand gripping her shoulder and cheek, pulling her closer to him as his tongue finally started dancing around hers. She moaned slightly, he felt, she wasn't sure-... slobby?
No, that wasn't fair. She was experienced, so much more experienced than him. Scott just wasn't practiced, that's all and maybe he was nervous about what she would be okay with. She just needed to give him a little time to catch up and it's not like kissing wasn't fun. So, she leaned back against his arm, sighed against his mouth, and relaxed, as he gripped her cheek tightly.
Saturday December 20th 2002: 07:08 pm
It had been maybe twenty minutes, the movie was still playing in the background, but neither of them were paying any attention to it. The more they kissed, the more sure of himself Scott seemed to get.
But that's all they were doing, kissing. Rogue had angled her head a few times, her hand on his chest as they made out, and her mouth was actually getting tired. She hadn't- that had never happened before.
So, she reached up, grabbed his hand off her check and placed it on her breast. Scott froze a moment, pulling back from the kiss.
"Hey, you're okay with this? You know, we don't have to go this fast," he said.
"Scott, sugar, I've seen glaciers move faster," she smiled. "I swear, I ain't gonna ask ya to do anything I don't wantcha too," she said before a thought occurred to her. "I mean, unless this is too fast for you?" she asked.
"No, no," he said, shaking his head immediately. "I- I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said.
"I'm fine," she smiled, squeezing his hand over her breast, showing him what to do. He sucked in a breath before he took over, his lips descended back against hers and pulled back from the kiss, before she tilted her head, showing him her neck. He seemed to get the hint and his lips were at the crook of her neck. She moaned, closing her eyes again as she moved her pelvis up and down wanting some tension against her clit. Rogue put her right hand on his thigh, rubbing his leg, before she moved to the bugle between his legs.
As soon as her hand gripped his hardened member encased in his tightened jeans, Rogue felt Scott buckle against her hand, his lips pulling back from her neck as he let out a groan.
Rogue blinked as she opened up her eyes.
"Do you just?" she started to ask, looking up at him and the startled look on his face, then down at his jeans, where now had a prominent wet spot. "Oh," she said, surprised. "Ya okay, sugar?" she asked him, looking at him.
"Yeah, yeah, fine," he said before pulling back from her and standing. "Sorry, I-"
"It's okay. That's kinda the point, right?" she said, smiling warmly at him. Endurance probably took time and practice, like anything else. They could try again.
"Yeah, I-" he said. "I gotta go change before anyone gets home," he said.
"Sure, ya wanna maybe go upstairs and-"
"I'll ah- I'll see you tomorrow, Rogue-" he said, rushing out of the room.
"Wait, what?" she asked, standing up, turning to see him gone. "What, the fuck, just happened?" she muttered.
She glanced around the room bewildered. Should she go after him? Try to talk about it? Her eyes lingered on the coffee table and she let out a frustrated groan.
"Seriously, now I gotta clean all this up by myself?" she asked, annoyed. She sighed before she set to work gathering the remains of their pizza night.