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Chapter 31 of

A Simple Favor:

On August 16th, at 10:59 pm EST, Max walked hand in hand down 37th street in Manhattan, digesting their dinner as Rogue took the opportunity to explain Magneto's intentions to him.

"He did that on purpose?" Max asked her.

"Infantilized you in front of the X-Men?" she asked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Yeah, that was the whole point. Especially in front of Prof. Your uncle doesn't want there to be any doubt that y'all are two different people," she answered.

"I'd say he succeeded," Max commented under his breath, bitter at his counterpart. 'A warning would have been appropriate. He had ample opportunity,' he thought disgruntled, as he felt magnetic energy pulsing within him-

"Ya do need ta get control of your anger," she reminded him.

"I know," he said, taking a deep breath, calming the storm that raged within him. "I've conquered my anger before, I shall do so again," he said.

"I know ya will," she said, before she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. He felt a smile tugging on his lips as a result.

"Should we head back?" he asked, though with a bit of reluctance. Dinner had been peaceful and their walk enjoyable. A nice break from the stress of the day. Max watched Rogue scrunched up her nose as he felt her core radiate with magnetism.

"Magneto's got Mesmero in the infirmary. I think he's spending the night," she said.

"Is Mastermind conscious yet?" Max asked. Yes, he could look for himself, but she was already utilizing their senses.

"I don't think so," she said. "And we can't let Prof read Mesmero's mind. It'll contradict what we've told 'em."

"Magneto's handling all of that without us," he realized. It felt strange for events to be addressed so efficiently without his direct influence. He was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard Rogue laughing.

"Looks like it," she smirked. Max huffed with amusement as he stopped walking, his hand slipping out of her as he took a quick step back, closer to the building they were passing so as not to get in the way of those walking behind him. She moved with him, and turned to face him.

"What should we do?" he asked. And he watched her cock her head as the widest grin formed on her lips; her eyes shined brightly, staring up onto his. He sucked in a breath as it became utterly apparent what she wanted. "I'm not taking you home, am I, Anna-Marie?" he asked.

She leaned in, placing her free hand on his chest before she closed the gap between their lips. God, he loved how bold she'd become. How clearly she communicated what she wanted of him.

"Ya promised me we finished what we started in that dressing room. Why not tonight?" she asked him, her tone hopeful.

With the way she was staring up at him, not a single reason to object came to mind.

He cupped her cheek and pulled her face to his. He kissed her. Deeply. Inciting a soft moan from her that caused his slacks to lose slack.

"Come with me," he said.

"Anywhere ya wanna take me, sugar" she promised breathlessly. He bit back a groan, kissing her again before he reached down and retook her hand in his.

He glanced around: there were far too many pedestrians for them to simply turn invisible and escape Manhattan.

'We need somewhere more discreet; a less populated place,' he thought before he took off toward the crosswalk, hoping to cross while they had the light.

Where was a dark ally when he needed one?

They were merely blocks away from Grand Central, Penn Station, 34th street and 42nd street. If they headed down toward Lexington, they should find a less populated street somewhere between there and 3rd Ave. At least at this time of night, most office buildings were closed. He'd find somewhere they could render themselves invisible and seek privacy.

Turning back to look at Rogue, she was outright giggling as they ran across the street, hand in hand, as the crosswalk counted down the light changing back to green. The look in her eyes was one of eager anticipation. He really could take her anywhere on the planet at this moment, couldn't he?

A sense of responsibility clamped down on his chest and he knew where they needed to go.

On August 17th around 6:00 am CEST, Rogue glanced at the view of Paris, France from high above the city, wide-eyed. The sight of the Eiffel Tower being illuminated with the morning sun was a breathtaking sight to behold. She only pulled her gaze away from it as she felt Max take her hand in his.

"My flat is this way," he informed her.

"You got an apartment here?" she asked in disbelief as she allowed him to lead her lower and away from the view of the tower.

"When you told me we'd both doubled down, I knew Charles would check," he said as he led her between buildings. "What good is a set of identification if it isn't linked to an appropriate residence?" he asked in a hushed voice as they slowed down in front of a lovely blue domed-top, seven-story tan apartment building, with iron-railed lined balconies.

She might have felt the need to reply, but this early in the morning, many of the various balconies that lined the building were in use by their occupants and those across the street as well. She just smiled at Max, knowing they could continue their conversation inside. He nodded at her, squeezing her hand before leading her onto a balcony on the fifth floor.

She stood close to him as he waved his hand and slowly and quietly opened the door that led into his apartment. Once they were inside, she could feel him turning himself visible and immediately stepping out into the morning air, ensuring it looked as if he'd open the door from the inside all along. She almost wondered if it had been necessary when she spotted a woman across the way waving at Max and calling out: "Bonjour."

"Bonne journée," he replied in smooth fluent French.

'Guess so,' she thought as she turned around to glance around the apartment. She could hear Max continuing a simple conversation with the woman outside, but wanted to explore the first residence she'd ever entered in France.

The room had tall ceilings and a few tall windows, which when not covered by curtains, as they were now, would allow a lot of natural light into the smallest space. The walls were painted in a soft beige, with subtle cracks in places hinting at the building's age. The floors were hard wood, with a light blue rug distincting the space between the living room and kitchen.

Walking further into Max's apartment, she glanced into the kitchen, which was narrow, with white tiled walls and a stainless steel sink. The counters were spotless, as if it hadn't been used in some time, which it likely hadn't.

She crossed back into the living room and saw a metal coffee table and side tables on either side of the grey loveseat pushed against the inner wall. There wasn't a television in the living room, but there was a metal bookshelf, pushing up against another wall, just beside the corridor leading to the bathroom and bedroom. Rogue couldn't help but walk up to it and scan his collection. There were a lot of French novels and- a copy of Dracula, which brought a smile to her face.

"If anything catches your eye, you're welcome to borrow it," Max said as she felt him close the outer door, reentering the apartment.

"I might havta take ya up on that, sugar," she said, her hand trailing along the group of French novels she hadn't read yet. She lingered on Alexandre Dumas, there were a few books written by him and she had really enjoyed the Count of Monte Cristo.

The smile on her lips grew as she felt Max stepping up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back slightly, placing a little of her weight against him and cocked her head, giving him access to her neck. She stood a moment, confused when he didn't-

She listened to him let out a little sigh before his lips descended onto her neck, her eyes fluttering closed; the books momentarily forgotten as she used magnetism to lower the zipped of her hoodie, she was only wearing the purple tank top and a strapless bra underneath. He pulled back from her neck and she could feel his eyes, glancing over, staring at her breasts.

She felt him tug at the hooks of her bra with magnetism before he asked, "May I?" as one hand ran down her body, to take hold of her hip.

"Ah-huh," she answered. She sucked in a breath as she felt him unhook her bra before his right hand slipped under the tank top and bra to massage her breast. Her breaths were coming fast as his thumb rubbed against her nipple, causing it to harden against her touch and he continued to kiss her neck, the little bites he left were causing waves of pleasure to run down her spine.

"Anna-Marie?" he asked, pulling back from her neck and placing his mouth by her ear. "Would you please sit on the couch for me?" he asked. She blinked, needing to replay his question in her mind and hearing it again in his deeper voice.

"Ah-huh," she repeated, pulling away from him, as she felt him grab the back of the hoodie, gently coaxing it off her of her arms as she took a few short steps to her right, toward the couch. She took a breath as she turned around and sat down in the middle of the couch, waiting.

"That color is lovely on you," he said, blatantly staring at her chest. "But perhaps you might consider removing the garment?" he asked, as he forced his eyes to meet hers.

"Ah-huh," Rogue said again before sucked in another breath as she reached down and pulled the shirt and bra over her head in one motion, tossing them on the couch beside her, leaving her nude from the waist up before him. She watched his gaze lower, staring with hunger in his eyes as he took a couple of deliberate steps toward her.

"Good girl," he uttered. Rogue felt a shiver run down her spine as Max lowered himself to kneel in front of her. He smiled at her as he placed his hands on both of her knees and pulled them apart, before he slid between her legs, closing all distance between them. "Is this what you've wanted from me?" he asked.

"Ah-huh," she said yet again, nodding, as she trembled on the couch with anticipation of whatever he was about to do. He reached down and- he was untying her boots, both of them, before he took them off of her feet. She felt him use the steel-tips within her combat boots to move them across the room. Once those were out of the way, she watched Max's eyes shifted, lingering between her breasts and her lips, as a smirk formed on his before he finally met her gaze.

"Prove it."

Rogue quickly reached forward, looping her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer, smashing her lips against his. His hands were on both of her breasts, kneading them, as he deepened the kiss. She eagerly danced her tongue around his, moaning as he changed the angle. He playfully nipped at her bottom lip as he pinched both of her nipples, causing her to shudder against the couch. He pulled back from the kiss to lower himself against her chest. One hand remained on her right breast as he took her left into his mouth, sucking away.

"Oh my god," she muttered, her breaths picking up as he licked circles around her nipple. She gasped as he switched between the two, giving her left breast the same attention. "Ya really like my-" she said- words escaping her as his eyes opened and met hers again. The gratified look she saw there, as she felt the zipper of her jeans lowering, took her breath away.

"I do," he smirked, as he ran his hands down and took hold of the hem of jeans and managed to pull them and her underwear off in one motion; her legs momentarily pushed together as he did so, which only made her conscious of how damp she was down there and how much she wanted him to-

"Max," she muttered desperately.

"Patience, my girl," he chided teasingly as he pulled the garments off of her completely, tossing them behind his head to the floor; the metal in the jean's buttons and zipper was maneuvered to ensure they landed where he meant them to go. She had felt that, as she felt him place his hands on her knees and pull them apart again before he reattached his mouth to her left breast. His hands, oh god, his fingers stayed on her legs, running gently up and down her inner thighs as he sucked- His teeth playfully bite her nipple, causing her to gasp loudly as his fingers drew closer to her opening, he was rubbing the outer walls of her opening, she was shuddering now, trembling against the couch, against him as he- "Are you ready for my kiss, Anna-Marie?"

"Yes, oh my god, yes," she muttered quickly. "Please," she added and listened to him chuckle.

"Lay back against the couch for me and close your eyes," he ordered and she did so. She felt him place two more kisses against her breasts, one on each of her nipples, before he kissed his way down her body, running his lips over the chest, her stomach. He stopped to kiss her inner thigh, as he hooked his arms underneath her knees, pulling them even further apart. She gasp as he bit her skin, taking his time as he got closer and close to-

"Max," she moaned as she felt his tongue at the folds of her opening.

"You're so deliciously wet, Anna-Marie," he said huskily before he licked around her opening. "I don't think I'm the only one who enjoys when I play with your breasts," he chuckled.

"It felt good," she muttered.

"It's supposed to," he said before he laid a gentle kiss against her thigh. "As should this," he said before she felt him stick his tongue inside of her.

"Oh my god," she said, her hands grabbing at the couch, needing themself to hold onto as he licked and licked and- "Oh my god," she moaned as she felt an intense sense of pleasure at whatever he was licking-

"That's you clit, Anna-Marie," he said, taking a moment to explain. "A precious little bundle of nerves," he said before she felt him suck on it as he had her nipples, causing her to shake violently as she felt- God, she didn't know what she was feeling. "Too much?" he asked, pulling back a moment.

"I-I don't- I don't know," she answered honestly.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No, no, no, no, no," she stuttered, shaking her head. She didn't know what she was feeling, but she knew she didn't want it to end.

"Let's try this," he said, unhooking his right hand from under her knee and moving his fingers to between her legs. She shuddered as she felt his pointer finger touch her clit. He rubbed her gently, insistently, and unrelentingly.

"Oh my god," she cried, her back arching, as she saw sparks behind her eyes.

"That's a good girl, come for me," he ordered as she felt pleasure radiating throughout her entire body as he quickened his rubbing and his lips kissed her inner thigh.

"Max," she cried out as she climaxed, feeling a release as she tensed and relaxed at the same time.

"Good girl," he repeated before he tongue licked at her opening. She realized he was licking up whatever had come out of her and shuddered all over again.

She opened her eyes, sitting up a little. Her face felt so hot, as she laid on the couch, utterly nude with Max's face between her legs. She lifted her hand up and gently placed it on the back of his head, liking the way his hair felt between her fingers.

"You really are delicious, Anna-Marie," he mused happily before he went back to it, sticking his tongue inside of her, lapping around.

She collapsed back against the couch, closing her eyes, keeping her hand on his head, playing with his hair lazily, as she let him do as pleased. She hardly needed his help keeping her legs apart anymore and moaned as his hand left and took hold of her right breast, gently massaging it. She didn't know where his right hand was- until she heard a zipped lower. He let out a hiss before she heard grunting. Was he-

"Max, do ya want me ta?" she asked.

"No need," he said. "I'll attend to myself, dear girl. You relax," he ordered before he started to suck at her lips, increasing the speed of his tongue, licking and sucking at her clit. Her breaths picked up, as she felt herself building back up to another- His tongue flicking at her clit aggressively, extracting moan after moan from her, her back arching again, up into his hand as he squeezed her breast, her hand grabbing the back of his head. He was grunting against her, his own breaths labored as she could hear him stroking his cock.

"Are ya gonna come for me, this time, sugar?" she asked him as she- He groaned loudly as they both climaxed together.

Opening her eyes, she saw he'd done the same, staring up at her. Her hand moved from the back of his hand onto his cheek, where she gently cupped his face in her hand. Both of them were trying to catch their breaths as Rogue saw the hunger in Max's eyes hadn't dissipated.

He suddenly lifted himself up, moving onto the couch, as he captured her lips with his. She moaned, lopping her arms around his neck again, as they clung to the other, shifting to lay horizontally across the couch, with him on top of her. She relished the way his body felt against her, how it slid up against her, their limbs laying together as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel him now, his member as it hardened again, as it poked against her opening, as it could easily-

"Max," she moaned, opening her eyes, staring up at him as she wiggled her opening against his cock.

"Anna-Marie," he grunted husky, his body suddenly felt tense as he held her hips, pushing them down onto the couch, adding a few inches of distance between them.

Why were his eyes narrowing? Why could she feel magnetism radiating from his core? Was he angry?

His lips captured hers, kissing her aggressively. She moaned, arching up into him, his tongue danced in her mouth, as she moved her hands down to grab at his hips, seeking friction. His hands snatched hers and she moaned as he placed them above her head, their fingers entwined as he kissed her deeply.

"Anna-Marie," he said and her eyes fluttered open. "Be a good girl and keep those there for me," he ordered. His eyes were heavy with lust, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Okay, sugar," she agreed, smiling up at him. She wasn't sure what game they were playing, but she was willing to learn. His hand moved to cup her cheek as he resumed the kiss, her eyes closing again. Her legs tightened against his hips, still seeking friction and he groaned against her mouth.

"Anna-Marie, please," he grunted. No, she wasn't imagining it, he was angry.

"Max, what's wrong?" she asked him, her eyes opening again, to glance up at him concerned, as she kept her hands where he had placed them.

"It is taking every ouch of will power I have not to fuck you," he said, his tone harsh. She blinked.

"Why?" she asked him, cocking her head. "I thought that's what we were doing here," she told him. He let out another groan at that as he reached down and grabbed her breasts. She gasped as she saw the hunger on his pained face. "You don't want to?" she asked him, fairly sure he was only grabbing her breasts to keep himself from slipping his cock in her.

"Anna-Marie," he hissed, in lieu of an answer.

"Okay, so we both want to. What's the problem?" she asked.

"You've been eighteen for less than a month," he complained.

"Yeah," she said, confused. It wasn't like she could change that fact.

"I'm not some degenerate who's kept your friendship for years, just waiting for the day you'd be of age," he hissed.

"Max, I know that," she said, resisting the urge to reach up and touch his face, to comfort him.

"But that's not how it will look," he explained, staring down at her.

"Who cares what anyone else thinks," she said. She'd never bothered, worrying about what others thought of her. If she had, she'd have traded in her black mini skirt, nail polish and make up for a set of pom-poms years ago. "Max, I'm the one who's been coming onta you," she said.

"I know," he said in anguish, resting his forehead against hers. "And I've been a putz for allowing it to work," he grunted, his eyes closed, like he couldn't bring himself to even look at her.

"But we ain't doing anything wrong," she insisted and he sighed, she could feel his breath against her cheeks. She let out a sigh herself. "If ya wanna stop, we can," she shrugged, even as she kept her hands above her head where he had placed them. "I ain't tryna make ya uncomfortable, Max. I just- I thought we were both having fun," she said.

"We were," he said. "But I- " he said before taking a breath as he opened his eyes. "I've lost my name, my team, my purpose, in all of a day- and I-"

"Max," she said, wrapping one arm around his neck and cupping his cheek with the other.

"My identity, all I have left, cannot be this- this lecherous boy who takes you to bed, Anna-Marie," he said, tortured.

"I'm sorry," she replied earnestly. That had never been her intent. They had only ever helped each other, since they'd become friends.

"None of this is your fault," he said before he leaned in and kissed her. She moaned against his mouth. He in turn groaned and she felt him ready to press on-

"Max," she said, pulling back. "Wouldja mind if we sat up for a while?" she asked him. He was quick to get off of her and sit down on the couch beside her. She sat up as well. "Can I borrow your shirt?" she asked. He unbuttoned it immediately and handed it right to her. She threw it on. The blue button down that fit him snuggly, hung looser on her, as he let out a hiss, storing his member back in his pants, zipping it up as she finished buttoning up the shirt.

"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath as she turned to sit cross-legged on the couch, facing him. 'Max's cause has been his life's work for years and now-' she thought, her thoughts trailing off. 'He needs my help,' she thought determinedly.

On August 17th close to 7:00 am CEST, Max sat on the couch, shirtless, in dark blue jeans, as Rogue sat beside him wearing his light blue button down shirt and nothing but that shirt. It hung loose on her, which helped him to ignore that was all she was wearing. Her stance, moving to sit crossed legged, helped it hang and even as she pivoted her body to face him, she was still covered-

Who was he kidding? A beautiful women sitting beside wearing his shirt so soon after they had just-

It was still taking effort not to climb back on top of her and finished what they started-

"Max, when you were younger, before everything happened with the Nazi's, what did ya wanna do with your life?" she asked him.

Never mind, he was fine- Lust was no longer an issue, instead-

"Rogue, I was twelve!" he exclaimed in anger. "I barely understood what planning for the future meant before I had any hope of one beaten out of me for the audacity of being a Jew who bested a German boy at javelin," he said.

He watched as Rogue's eyes widened, as she no doubt felt the anger raising from his core. But it wasn't fear he saw, but rather empathy. She reached up and brushed a tear away from her ducts before she took a breath.

"Okay, okay," she said, her eyes darting back and forth. "When you and Magda got out of the camps and y'all were starting over again, before you knew you were a mutant, what did you want to do with your life?" she asked instead.

"I-" he said, pausing a moment, looking away from her as he considered. "I hoped to study while working to provide a better life for my family," he answered.

"What did ya wanna study?" she asked, leaning her head down, trying to catch her gaze.

"I was gravitating towards engineering," he answered, as his senses drew outward, feeling the city and the mechanisms it took to keep it running. "I enjoy understanding how machines work," he said.

"So, why don't ya go study that?" she asked.

"But I am a mutant, Anna-Marie and I cannot ignore our people and their problems while I allow some pretender to assume my duties," he said.

"So work with your uncle to provide a better future for mutants while ya study engineering," she suggested. "Do both," she said, shrugging, stating it matter-of-factly as if it was the easiest thing in the world to-

"I can do both?" he asked himself, staring down at his hands.

"Yeah, why's it gotta be all or nothing, sugar? That doesn't sound balanced to me," she pointed out. It was then he looked up and finally met her gaze. She had a half smile on her face, and even though it would have been very easy for her to be smug about it, she wasn't- rather she looked relieved he was listening to her.

"Balance," he huffed, feeling exhausted.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I believe I'm overly tired," he commented.

"Right," she said, drawing out the word. He glanced up at her confused by her reaction. "Hmm," she said, smiling uncomfortably. "I have a healing factor in my system. You… don't," she said slowly. "How many time zones have ya been in today?"

"I've-" he balked, before he allowed himself to yawn. 'Sarhara, London, Tibet, New York and then Paris,' he counted in his mind. "I have no idea how many hours I've been awake for, Rogue, and at this point I can't be bothered to care," he supplied.

"Ya maybe wanna get some sleep?" she asked.

"Yes, absolutely," he answered as he stood.

"I'll just be out here-" she offered awkwardly.

"Don't be ridiculous, Anna-Marie," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. "I'd like to fall asleep with you in my arms," he declared.

"Ya sure?" she asked, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips. He took her chin in his hand and leaned in, gently kissing her.

"I want you, Anna-Marie," he said, cupping her cheek. "I won't lie to you or myself about that ever again. But it can't be the only thing I have, it can't be the only thing I am," he said.

"It wouldn't want it ta be," she said before they leaned in for another kiss.

"Meaning," he said, pulling back, "Until I've set things in order, until I understand what my life is going to look like, I'd like us to take things a little slower. Is that alright?" he asked.

"It kinda has ta be," she shrugged. "I ain't tryna force myself on ya," she said, her eyes flaring. "And if this was the other way around, you'da backed off without a second thought," she pointed out.

"Of course, I would've," he agreed. "But it's not the other way around and you-" he said before he let out a happy sigh. "You know what you want and I love how fearless you are in asking for it," he said, finding her utterly irresistible.

Good god, why was he fighting this so much? Why wasn't he allowing himself to be happy with her?

"Damn it all," Max uttered, before he pulled her face to his, she moaned against his mouth. He deepened the kiss, enjoying how she felt in his arms. Her hands and arms were on his bare chest and he could tell it was taking effort for her not to run her fingers across all of his skin.

Now that he'd placed a boundary, she was trying to abide by it and he was-

He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted them slightly into the air, before he started to move them toward the bedroom. She moaned against his mouth, and he could tell her libido had picked back up. Perhaps, he should have left her on the couch, but as it stood, he was through the hallway and into the bedroom, hovering over his bed, as he moved so she was laying on top of him, straddling his waist.

"Max," she moaned, as he pulled at the buttons on his shirt- undoing them, one after another, if only to see her lovely- Yes, there they were. His hand was on her back, pulling her closer until her breast was back in his mouth. "Max, ya just said-" she tried to say as he sucked on her nipple, causing her to gasp, interrupting her speech. He waved his hand and the button on his jeans popped open, before he placed both of his hands on her bottom. "Are ya sure?" she asked, even as she trembled with anticipation.

He nodded and with a shaking hand she reached down and- He hissed against her breast as she freed his cock. The fire in her eyes told him how gratifying it was for her to hold it, to hold him. She stroked his cock, shuddering as she did, grinding against him, seeking friction as she did. He didn't stop her, rather, he moved his hands on her bottom, helping her develop a rhythm.

His cock was just outside of her opening, she was using it to rub against her clit. She was trembling on top of him, moaning loudly as let go of his cock and grinded against it between her legs. He shifted his stance, moving his hips from below until she gasped as he entered her.

"Max," she cried in pleasure as she lowered her head and pressed her lips to his as they crossed the threshold.

"Anna-Marie, you feel incredible," he admitted. Her eyes snapped open, and they stared into the others, as they rocked against each other, using the same rhythm they developed. Her hands moved to looped around his neck, as he continued to hold onto her bottom as they met the other's strokes, thrust for thrust.

"Your cock feels so good inside of me, Max," she muttered, her face utterly flushed in a lovely shade of crimson.

"You like this, Anna-Marie?" he asked as he continued to meet her thrusts, their speed, their rhythm picking up in speed.

"Ah-huh," she answered, nodding at him as she bounced on top of him, her hands moved, palm down, onto his chest as she sat up.

"Oh, just like that, my girl, let me watch that bouncing," he said. She smiled, laughing, as she put her whole body into it, her breasts moving in time with their thrusts. He smacked her bottom for good measure, earning another moan from her, before he moved his right hand between her legs and found her clit. As soon as he touched it, she threw her head back and screamed, though it knew it was the contact itself and not due to her-. "Are you going to come for me, Anna-Marie?" he asked.

"Yes, oh my god, yes, Max," she cried, bouncing up and down as fast as she could- bucking against his cock, driving him to the brink of insanity.

"That's a good girl, coming with my cock in you," he uttered as he grinded his teeth, doing everything within his power not to come himself, not before she did. He started to rub her clit in earnest. "That's my Rogue," he said and she shook, trembling as she finally climaxed. 'Thank heaven,' he thought as he flipped them over and quickly pulled out of her. He reached for her hand and brought it to his cock. She was still moaning, still climaxing, but she stroked him, and he moved his hand back between her legs and rubbed at her clit, adding to her pressure.

"Max," she beamed up at him, as she stroked his cock. "Come for me, sugar?" she asked, her voice so sweet, so- it was his undoing and with a growl he spilled his seed onto the sheets. He listened to her giggling with delight as he shook his cock off on the blanket, not caring he'd have to wash it. Before he lowered his head back between her legs, causing her to gasp with surprise. "Oh my god," she moaned. His fingers pulled at her folds, holding her open as darted his tongue in and out of her, his thumb still rubbing at her clit.

Rogue threw her head back against the pillow and let out another long scream. He hadn't let her come down from her last climax and he had no intention of it until she was well and truly satisfied. With a healing factor in her system, the girl was recovering faster than he could make her climax and still wanting - so he had to keep her at that sweet spot, within the climax itself and she would-

God, he loved the sounds of her screams of ecstasy. So sweet, so heated, so- utterly her.

He slipped two fingers into her opening as he moved his lips to suck at her clit. The moan that was leaving her was unending as she continued to climax. Two fingers turned to three and his thrusts were quickened in pace as he felt around her-

"There is it," he said against her clit, before a chuckle left him. He'd found another bundle of nerves inside of her. He refocused his efforts on both of her bundle of nerves, her clit and her G-Spot. Rogue was actually gasping now- her back arched as she her mouth hung open; her expression a mix of shock and pleasure, though she made no move, no motion, to stop him as he continued to-

Her mouth opened wider still as she seemed to scream, while making no sound, only expelling air, her back was arched so far, almost unnaturally so, with the aid of magnetism making her weightless against his assault of her senses. Her entire body shook intensively as she-

"Max-" she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming before collapsing against the bed.

"Satisfied, my girl?" he asked.

"Ah… huh," she said.

"I'm sorry?" he said as he removed his fingers from her, she let out another gasp as she did. "I didn't quite get that," he added.

"That was-" she said before pausing to breathe. "That was… really good," she said.

"About what you imagined?" he asked smugly and she fixed him with an incredulous look.

"Better," she sighed tiredly, turning onto her side, facing him. He pulled his fingers up and pulled the three of them into his mouth. He watched her watching him taste her on his fingers and she shuddered all over again. He swallowed before he leaned in, taking her chin in his hand, he brought his lips down onto her hers, earning a muffled moan. "You're incredible too," she said. And he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, let's hope this isn't my only quantifiable strength," he mused.

"Yeah, right," she laughed, as she glanced up at him warmly. He moved his hand from her chin to her arm and she scooted closer until she was resting in his arms, her head, pressed up against his chest. "Even if ya don't end up going to a university, you'll figure what ya wanna do," she commented. "Even if it takes a while, the work it'll be worth it, right?" she asked.

"The work is always worth it," he replied.

"See?" she smiled before her eyes fluttered close. "Just give yourself more than a day ta figure everything out, alright?" she asked before yawning and he assumed Wolverine's powers had run their course. "And try not ta let Magneto get under your skin. He's literally you, so he knows how ta better than anyone else is ever gonna. Just don't let him, okay?" she asked.

"I'll try," he said before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. She shuddered again, eliciting another chuckle from him. Before he finally settled against her, closing his eyes, content to sleep the day away.