X-Men: Game
Title: Game
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X-Men movieverse
Characters/Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Summary: When you've had a taste, it's hard to stop yourself from wanting more.
Word Count: 315
Author's Note: Prompt - Game. I needed to write something angsty.
Warnings: Adult(ish) themes.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
The attack on the mansion and the events of Alkali Lake forced them to grow up too fast, and maybe it was this that made them do it. They were filled with the desire to pretend that they were still young and innocent and could live forever, that they could be a normal couple despite their abnormal situation, that they weren't flirting with death as they flirted with each other.
The memory of those first hungry kisses was intoxicating, and even for Bobby the remembered sensation of his mouth pressing to hers eclipsed the startling pain that had accompanied it. All they could think about was the electrifying tingle of lips against lips and the sudden need they both had to replicate that feeling, again and again.
So they played it like a game, testing the limits of his physical endurance, pushing the boundaries of their mental and emotional self-control. How far could he glide his fingers down her bare arm? How long could she keep her lips on his neck? They teased each other with feather-light caresses, exploring how much temptation they could bear before the desire to tangle bare limbs together became overwhelming.
It became a distraction from grief, from anger, from missing the people who should have been in the mansion with them, from the fact that they were turning into soldiers. They told themselves that it was just for fun, that they were smart enough to stop before it went too far, that they could handle the rules of the game, that by playing it they were stopping each other from wanting too much.
But for every touch and every kiss, they faced a penalty: his pain, her guilt, his voice getting louder in her head. And nothing could soothe the heartache, ease the frustration, or satisfy the yearning, no matter how many times they played.
This game had no winners.
Fin
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X-Men movieverse
Characters/Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Summary: When you've had a taste, it's hard to stop yourself from wanting more.
Word Count: 315
Author's Note: Prompt - Game. I needed to write something angsty.
Warnings: Adult(ish) themes.
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
The attack on the mansion and the events of Alkali Lake forced them to grow up too fast, and maybe it was this that made them do it. They were filled with the desire to pretend that they were still young and innocent and could live forever, that they could be a normal couple despite their abnormal situation, that they weren't flirting with death as they flirted with each other.
The memory of those first hungry kisses was intoxicating, and even for Bobby the remembered sensation of his mouth pressing to hers eclipsed the startling pain that had accompanied it. All they could think about was the electrifying tingle of lips against lips and the sudden need they both had to replicate that feeling, again and again.
So they played it like a game, testing the limits of his physical endurance, pushing the boundaries of their mental and emotional self-control. How far could he glide his fingers down her bare arm? How long could she keep her lips on his neck? They teased each other with feather-light caresses, exploring how much temptation they could bear before the desire to tangle bare limbs together became overwhelming.
It became a distraction from grief, from anger, from missing the people who should have been in the mansion with them, from the fact that they were turning into soldiers. They told themselves that it was just for fun, that they were smart enough to stop before it went too far, that they could handle the rules of the game, that by playing it they were stopping each other from wanting too much.
But for every touch and every kiss, they faced a penalty: his pain, her guilt, his voice getting louder in her head. And nothing could soothe the heartache, ease the frustration, or satisfy the yearning, no matter how many times they played.
This game had no winners.
Fin