100 Situations - Rogue/Pyro T2 Prompt #93: Limited
Title: Control
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #93 - Limited
Word Count: 2963
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John gets frustrated, then John gets lucky!
A/N: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Set before X2/AU. Follows on from:
Knowledge | Experience | Change | Acceptance | Telling
It’s pretty much PWP with a little bit of angst thrown in. I tried really hard to get this chapter right. There are a few things that annoy me, so I may fix it up a little later on down the track. Hopefully, for the most part, it works.
Written for 100_situations.
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John was frustrated.
He flicked his lighter open, ignited the flame, stared at it, and then snapped the lid shut. He’d been doing the same thing for three hours. He had even driven Bobby out of their room when he refused to let up after the first half hour.
He was frustrated because Rogue wasn’t here with him; she was in the Danger Room with Colossus. ‘Training’, she’d called it.
John snorted. The kind of training that took all afternoon and most of the evening, seven days a week. He hadn’t spent any decent amount of time with his girlfriend for a month. He never saw her except at lunch and during classes.
He was frustrated because he wasn’t getting any. Hell, before she started these ‘training’ sessions, John was damn sure they’d have been fucking by now. In three months their relationship had gone further than Rogue had gone with Bobby in a whole year. Between the two of them they had come up with various ways of getting around her poisonous skin and maintain a sexual relationship, they just hadn’t ‘gone all the way’.
He glanced at the digital clock next to his bed. Fuck it. He was going to go find her and tell her to stop jerking him around, and then he was going to go find Colossus and flame his sorry ass-metal skin, or not.
John jumped off his bed, snapping his lighter shut, his mouth curled in a sneer. He reached the door and wrenched it open, surprising Rogue who was about to knock.
“Hey!”
John glared at her. “That’s all you have to say to me?”
Rogue’s brow creased as she tried to work out why he was angry. “Um…how are you?”
John let out a howl of frustration, stalking over to his bed and dropping onto it, burying his head in his hands. Rogue stood in the doorway, looking at him with increasing concern.
John spoke without looking at her. “Well, don’t just stand there, come in. And close the fucking door.”
Rogue shut the door quietly, before sitting down next to John. She tugged at the tips of her gloves nervously. “You okay?”
John lifted his head, looking at her. He laughed bitterly. “Okay? I haven’t seen you in a whole fucking month. How do you think I am?”
“You see me in class.”
“It’s not enough. Where the fuck have you been? And don’t even give me that training shit. If you’re fooling around with Pete then just come out and fucking say so.”
Rogue looked at him in complete shock. “But I have been training. I’ve-”
“Bullshit. How can you be training five hours a day with Colossus? How come the rest of us aren’t involved?”
“But, I am! You just don’t understand, it’s not normal training, it’s-”
John cut her off again. “Don’t treat me like an idiot.”
Rogue frowned. “But you are.”
John sat there stunned. “What?”
Rogue stood up, her hands on her hips. Her accent thickening as her anger increased. “Listen to me, okay? Ah am trainin’. Ah’ve been trying to get control of my power. And Pete’s helpin’ me because Logan is off on some personal quest. His armor protects him against my mutation, so he’s the only one besides Logan who can survive it if Ah can’t keep control. He starts to feel the pull then he just armors up. Ah can’t practice with ya because Ah’ll kill ya, ya big fool. Understand?”
“You have control?”
Rogue took a deep breath. “I can keep my skin from activating for fifteen minutes.”
John ran a hand through his hair, trying to get his anger under control. “You could have told me.”
Rogue sat back on the bed. “I didn’t want to disappoint you if it didn’t work.”
John looked at her. “Why would I be disappointed?”
Rogue chewed her lip. “Because if it worked, then it would mean we could have sex without you being afraid of getting killed. But if it didn’t…”
John smiled. “Rogue, I told you when this started that your mutation doesn’t scare me. There’s plenty of ways we can have sex without skin touching.”
Rogue shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Maybe, but it’s not the same.” She sighed. “You just don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
Rogue hugged her arms around herself. “It may not be a big thing for you, but being able to touch you-I mean really touch you-when we have sex is important to me. I can put up with scarves and gloves, and all that other stuff when we’re just messing around, but sex… If nothing else, that’s the one thing that should truly be about skin touching skin.” She finally looked at John when he hadn’t spoken. She couldn’t quite work out why he was staring at her like he was. “What? Did I just get too girly, or something?”
John slowly shook his head, not taking his eyes off Rogue. It was another minute before he spoke again. “Fifteen minutes?”
Rogue narrowed her eyes, and nodded.
“Is it off right now? Your skin, I mean.”
Rogue shook her head.
“Is there like a certain number of times you can do it, only once a day or something?”
Rogue shook her head. “It just takes a while for me to get enough energy back to turn it off again. Like recharging my cells, or something. The professor’s probably better at explaining it.”
“He knows?”
“Yeah, I went to him first. Sometimes he’s in my head while me and Pete are in the Danger Room. He feeds me directions and stuff, helps me maintain focus.”
“Do you need him to keep control?”
“No, I can do it on my own now.”
John cleared his throat. “Do you have enough energy now, like to turn it off?”
Rogue frowned. “Yeah. Why?”
John tilted his head, his eyes going to her cleavage. “I was just thinking that we could be quick.”
“Quick?”
“Hard and fast.”
Rogue’s eyes widened as she realised what he was saying. “Oh!”
John just smirked. Rogue looked at him for a few moments, her eyes lowering to his full lips, as her mind started thinking about what it would be like to touch him without fabric; to have him inside her. She slowly took off her gloves; her heartbeat starting to race as she shrugged off her jacket, and then unbuttoned her blouse. She heard John’s breath hitch when he saw the black bra she was wearing. Rogue gave him a shy smile, then stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, as she kicked off her shoes. John watched as she let the denim drop to the ground, his eyes glued to her silk panties.
Rogue looked at him nervously, excitement starting to build up inside her. “Now you.”
John set his lighter on the bedside table, standing up. He took a step towards Rogue, but she stepped back hastily. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Not yet. I’ll turn off my skin once you’ve taken your clothes off.”
John nodded. He quickly pulled his top over his head, smirking when he saw Rogue’s eyes on his chest. He watched her cheeks start to turn pink as her eyes followed the trail of hair that disappeared behind the waistband of his pants. He dropped his pants, kicking them off to the side, standing in front of her in his boxers.
“Now?”
Rogue closed her eyes. “Give me a minute.”
John didn’t say anything; just let her do whatever it was she was doing while he took the opportunity to study every curve and line of her body. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed with increasing interest. As he imagined being able to touch her and run his hands over her body, feeling that creamy skin under his fingers, John felt his cock start to strain against his boxers.
Rogue opened her eyes. “Good to go.”
“You sure?”
“Only one way to find out, sugar.”
John quickly closed the gap between them, hesitating only a second before he captured her mouth with his, one arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer, while the other tangled itself in her hair. Rogue brushed her tongue over his bottom lip, before pushing it into his mouth. John let her dictate what happened, enjoying her being the aggressor. The kiss was hungry and relentless, as Rogue tasted every part of his mouth, craving more of the contact that had been denied to her for too long. Her hands ran up and down his bare back, taking pleasure in how warm his skin was. They finally broke apart, fighting to catch their breath.
John smiled at her as he run his hands up and down her sides, his eyes fixed on her swollen lips. “Guess it worked.”
Rogue gasped as John gripped her ass while he sucked on her neck, bruising the delicate flesh. “Guess so.”
He grinned as he admired his handy work. “Figured I should at least take my chance to leave a mark.”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “Times ticking, Pyro.”
John smirked. “And you think I’m impatient.”
Rogue smiled as she pushed him back towards the bed. “Never said I wasn’t. I’m just better at hiding it.”
She pushed him down, straddling him as he sat on the bed. Rogue pressed her lips to his, as she tangled her fingers in his hair. John’s lips were salty and warm, an addictive taste that she couldn’t get enough of now that there was no fabric between them. As the kiss deepened, John’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer to him. Rogue felt his erection pressing into her, so she gave her hip an experimental twist, enjoying the groan that the motion elicited from John. She started grinding down on it, her action rewarded with strangled moans coming from John’s throat. Rogue gasped, breaking the kiss as his erection rubbed against her in just the right spot.
“You got condoms?”
John lifted her off him, dropping her back onto the bed before opening up his bedside drawer, grabbing a foil packet. He stood up, discarding his boxers before tearing open the packet and rolling it on. Rogue watched intently, her gaze drawn to his hard length. Her tongue darted out, licking her bottom lip and she felt a growing heat between her legs. John watched as Rogue lifted up her hips to take off her underwear. She kicked it off, and sat up to remove her bra, but John stopped her.
“Let me.”
Rogue nodded, shifting back onto the bed to give John enough room to set his knees on either side her hips. He released the catch on the back of the bra first time, giving Rogue a triumphant smirk as he tossed it over his shoulder. Rogue gasped when his thumbs brushed over her nipples. John lowered his body on top of hers, running a hand down her side, following the curve of her ass before resting it on her thigh. Rogue hooked her other leg around his, her hand running over his pectoral muscles, then down his stomach before wrapping a hand around his erection. John inhaled sharply when she started stroking his length; his eyes nearly disappearing into the back of his skull as she got more confident with the motion. It took all his concentration to put a hand over hers, making her stop.
He just returned her questioning look with a raised eyebrow. “Much as I want you to baby, we just haven’t got the time.”
Rogue nodded as she took her hand away, lifting her hips to his.
John looked at her. “You sure?”
Rogue smiled, running her hands through his hair and down his shoulders. “Yeah.”
John positioned himself at her entrance, giving her one more opportunity to say no before he thrust into her. Rogue gasped as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. John gave her another second to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in. Rogue’s fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. John watched her face carefully for any signs of pain, willing to stop if she didn’t want to continue. As he found his rhythm, Rogue’s fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, breaking the skin and making him grunt in pain. Her hips started to meet him thrust for thrust, sweat breaking out over her body as John’s skin heated hers; the warmth radiating from him making her feel like she could burst into flames at any moment. He licked the beads of sweat running down her neck before sucking on the mark he had left earlier. Rogue’s back arched off the bed as John slid a hand between their bodies, his middle finger slipping between her slick folds and started massaging her clitoris as he continued to thrust into her. Her moans became louder, and John had to put his mouth over hers to stifle the noise. He sucked on her tongue, and as he felt her inner muscles clench around him, it took every ounce of strength not to go over the edge.
He broke the kiss to look at her. “Are you…?”
Rogue looked at him through hooded eyes, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. “So close.”
A loud moan came from her as he increased the pressure of his finger. He captured her mouth, trying to keep her quiet. He thrust into her again and felt her body begin to tremble. Removing his finger, he placed both hands on either side of her head. On the next thrust, that was it: he came apart, the muscles in his arms quivering as they tried to hold him up. He grunted out her name as he came hard, waves of relief washing over him. He felt Rogue’s body tremble under his, and his name came out of her mouth, the scream dying on her lips as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her hips bucked as he managed one more thrust, feeling her inner walls pulse around him. Her skin was flush with afterglow, her skin slick with sweat. He collapsed next to her, gripping her hips, and pulling her on top of him as he kept their bodies joined. His heartbeat was pounding in his chest and ears, drowning out all other noises. He felt Rogue drape an arm over his stomach, and her lips leave a trail of light kisses over his chest. He folded an arm behind his head, sliding his other hand down her back before resting it on her ass.
Rogue was finally able to speak after getting her breathing under control. “I want to do that again.”
A smile spread across John’s face as he closed his eyes. “That makes two of us.”
Rogue lay there, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, but then she started to feel a familiar tingling run through her nerves. She let out a gasp, and tried to scramble away from John.
John grunted as she pushed against his ribcage in an effort to get up. “Hey, what’s the rush?”
Rogue had managed to disentangle their limbs and was now standing next to his bed, her arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover herself up. “Mah skin. It’s back on.”
John propped himself up on his elbows, his blue eyes full of concern. “Rogue, it’s okay. Look, we’ll get dressed and it’ll be fine.”
Rogue was shaking her head, shifting her weight from foot to foot as her eyes started glistening with tears. “Ah could have killed you.”
John stood up, pulling the sheet off his bed and draping it over Rogue’s shoulders so he could hold her arms, keeping her from backing away. “Hey, it’s okay. No harm was done.”
Rogue was trembling. “But Ah could have killed you.”
John put his hands on either side of her head, making sure her hair protected him. He moved her head gently, making her look at him. “Rogue, listen to me. You didn’t hurt me. You got away in time, okay? Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
John emphasized his point by pressing his lips to hers, holding her against him so she couldn’t get away before her mutation activated. John let go of her after a second, his eyes a little out of focus as he looked at her.
Rogue took a deep breath, quelling the fear inside her. She managed to give him a shaky smile, taking strength from what she had felt in John’s surface memories.
John ran a hand over her covered shoulder, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “We okay?”
Rogue nodded. “We’re good.”
John dropped his hands away from her. He removed the condom, throwing it in the trash before looking for his boxers. They dressed in silence, Rogue blushing whenever she felt John’s eyes on her.
Rogue was pulling on her gloves when a thought occurred to her. “Did you really think I was having an affair with Petey?”
John cleared his throat, running a hand through his messy hair, trying to tame it. “No, I was just… frustrated.”
Rogue walked up to him, her brown eyes hard. “Do you trust me?”
John looked down. “Of course. I just don’t trust anyone else.”
Rogue’s mouth became a thin line. She narrowed her eyes as she took a fistful of his top, bringing his face closer to hers. “You ever accuse me of something like that again sugar, and I promise you I won’t think twice about dropping you to the floor with a single touch.”
John gave her a crooked smile. “Anyone ever tell you you’re scary after sex?”
Rogue smiled as she let go of his shirt. “You’re the first.”
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #93 - Limited
Word Count: 2963
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John gets frustrated, then John gets lucky!
A/N: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Set before X2/AU. Follows on from:
Knowledge | Experience | Change | Acceptance | Telling
It’s pretty much PWP with a little bit of angst thrown in. I tried really hard to get this chapter right. There are a few things that annoy me, so I may fix it up a little later on down the track. Hopefully, for the most part, it works.
Written for 100_situations.
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John was frustrated.
He flicked his lighter open, ignited the flame, stared at it, and then snapped the lid shut. He’d been doing the same thing for three hours. He had even driven Bobby out of their room when he refused to let up after the first half hour.
He was frustrated because Rogue wasn’t here with him; she was in the Danger Room with Colossus. ‘Training’, she’d called it.
John snorted. The kind of training that took all afternoon and most of the evening, seven days a week. He hadn’t spent any decent amount of time with his girlfriend for a month. He never saw her except at lunch and during classes.
He was frustrated because he wasn’t getting any. Hell, before she started these ‘training’ sessions, John was damn sure they’d have been fucking by now. In three months their relationship had gone further than Rogue had gone with Bobby in a whole year. Between the two of them they had come up with various ways of getting around her poisonous skin and maintain a sexual relationship, they just hadn’t ‘gone all the way’.
He glanced at the digital clock next to his bed. Fuck it. He was going to go find her and tell her to stop jerking him around, and then he was going to go find Colossus and flame his sorry ass-metal skin, or not.
John jumped off his bed, snapping his lighter shut, his mouth curled in a sneer. He reached the door and wrenched it open, surprising Rogue who was about to knock.
“Hey!”
John glared at her. “That’s all you have to say to me?”
Rogue’s brow creased as she tried to work out why he was angry. “Um…how are you?”
John let out a howl of frustration, stalking over to his bed and dropping onto it, burying his head in his hands. Rogue stood in the doorway, looking at him with increasing concern.
John spoke without looking at her. “Well, don’t just stand there, come in. And close the fucking door.”
Rogue shut the door quietly, before sitting down next to John. She tugged at the tips of her gloves nervously. “You okay?”
John lifted his head, looking at her. He laughed bitterly. “Okay? I haven’t seen you in a whole fucking month. How do you think I am?”
“You see me in class.”
“It’s not enough. Where the fuck have you been? And don’t even give me that training shit. If you’re fooling around with Pete then just come out and fucking say so.”
Rogue looked at him in complete shock. “But I have been training. I’ve-”
“Bullshit. How can you be training five hours a day with Colossus? How come the rest of us aren’t involved?”
“But, I am! You just don’t understand, it’s not normal training, it’s-”
John cut her off again. “Don’t treat me like an idiot.”
Rogue frowned. “But you are.”
John sat there stunned. “What?”
Rogue stood up, her hands on her hips. Her accent thickening as her anger increased. “Listen to me, okay? Ah am trainin’. Ah’ve been trying to get control of my power. And Pete’s helpin’ me because Logan is off on some personal quest. His armor protects him against my mutation, so he’s the only one besides Logan who can survive it if Ah can’t keep control. He starts to feel the pull then he just armors up. Ah can’t practice with ya because Ah’ll kill ya, ya big fool. Understand?”
“You have control?”
Rogue took a deep breath. “I can keep my skin from activating for fifteen minutes.”
John ran a hand through his hair, trying to get his anger under control. “You could have told me.”
Rogue sat back on the bed. “I didn’t want to disappoint you if it didn’t work.”
John looked at her. “Why would I be disappointed?”
Rogue chewed her lip. “Because if it worked, then it would mean we could have sex without you being afraid of getting killed. But if it didn’t…”
John smiled. “Rogue, I told you when this started that your mutation doesn’t scare me. There’s plenty of ways we can have sex without skin touching.”
Rogue shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Maybe, but it’s not the same.” She sighed. “You just don’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
Rogue hugged her arms around herself. “It may not be a big thing for you, but being able to touch you-I mean really touch you-when we have sex is important to me. I can put up with scarves and gloves, and all that other stuff when we’re just messing around, but sex… If nothing else, that’s the one thing that should truly be about skin touching skin.” She finally looked at John when he hadn’t spoken. She couldn’t quite work out why he was staring at her like he was. “What? Did I just get too girly, or something?”
John slowly shook his head, not taking his eyes off Rogue. It was another minute before he spoke again. “Fifteen minutes?”
Rogue narrowed her eyes, and nodded.
“Is it off right now? Your skin, I mean.”
Rogue shook her head.
“Is there like a certain number of times you can do it, only once a day or something?”
Rogue shook her head. “It just takes a while for me to get enough energy back to turn it off again. Like recharging my cells, or something. The professor’s probably better at explaining it.”
“He knows?”
“Yeah, I went to him first. Sometimes he’s in my head while me and Pete are in the Danger Room. He feeds me directions and stuff, helps me maintain focus.”
“Do you need him to keep control?”
“No, I can do it on my own now.”
John cleared his throat. “Do you have enough energy now, like to turn it off?”
Rogue frowned. “Yeah. Why?”
John tilted his head, his eyes going to her cleavage. “I was just thinking that we could be quick.”
“Quick?”
“Hard and fast.”
Rogue’s eyes widened as she realised what he was saying. “Oh!”
John just smirked. Rogue looked at him for a few moments, her eyes lowering to his full lips, as her mind started thinking about what it would be like to touch him without fabric; to have him inside her. She slowly took off her gloves; her heartbeat starting to race as she shrugged off her jacket, and then unbuttoned her blouse. She heard John’s breath hitch when he saw the black bra she was wearing. Rogue gave him a shy smile, then stood up and unbuttoned her jeans, as she kicked off her shoes. John watched as she let the denim drop to the ground, his eyes glued to her silk panties.
Rogue looked at him nervously, excitement starting to build up inside her. “Now you.”
John set his lighter on the bedside table, standing up. He took a step towards Rogue, but she stepped back hastily. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Not yet. I’ll turn off my skin once you’ve taken your clothes off.”
John nodded. He quickly pulled his top over his head, smirking when he saw Rogue’s eyes on his chest. He watched her cheeks start to turn pink as her eyes followed the trail of hair that disappeared behind the waistband of his pants. He dropped his pants, kicking them off to the side, standing in front of her in his boxers.
“Now?”
Rogue closed her eyes. “Give me a minute.”
John didn’t say anything; just let her do whatever it was she was doing while he took the opportunity to study every curve and line of her body. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed with increasing interest. As he imagined being able to touch her and run his hands over her body, feeling that creamy skin under his fingers, John felt his cock start to strain against his boxers.
Rogue opened her eyes. “Good to go.”
“You sure?”
“Only one way to find out, sugar.”
John quickly closed the gap between them, hesitating only a second before he captured her mouth with his, one arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer, while the other tangled itself in her hair. Rogue brushed her tongue over his bottom lip, before pushing it into his mouth. John let her dictate what happened, enjoying her being the aggressor. The kiss was hungry and relentless, as Rogue tasted every part of his mouth, craving more of the contact that had been denied to her for too long. Her hands ran up and down his bare back, taking pleasure in how warm his skin was. They finally broke apart, fighting to catch their breath.
John smiled at her as he run his hands up and down her sides, his eyes fixed on her swollen lips. “Guess it worked.”
Rogue gasped as John gripped her ass while he sucked on her neck, bruising the delicate flesh. “Guess so.”
He grinned as he admired his handy work. “Figured I should at least take my chance to leave a mark.”
Rogue rolled her eyes. “Times ticking, Pyro.”
John smirked. “And you think I’m impatient.”
Rogue smiled as she pushed him back towards the bed. “Never said I wasn’t. I’m just better at hiding it.”
She pushed him down, straddling him as he sat on the bed. Rogue pressed her lips to his, as she tangled her fingers in his hair. John’s lips were salty and warm, an addictive taste that she couldn’t get enough of now that there was no fabric between them. As the kiss deepened, John’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer to him. Rogue felt his erection pressing into her, so she gave her hip an experimental twist, enjoying the groan that the motion elicited from John. She started grinding down on it, her action rewarded with strangled moans coming from John’s throat. Rogue gasped, breaking the kiss as his erection rubbed against her in just the right spot.
“You got condoms?”
John lifted her off him, dropping her back onto the bed before opening up his bedside drawer, grabbing a foil packet. He stood up, discarding his boxers before tearing open the packet and rolling it on. Rogue watched intently, her gaze drawn to his hard length. Her tongue darted out, licking her bottom lip and she felt a growing heat between her legs. John watched as Rogue lifted up her hips to take off her underwear. She kicked it off, and sat up to remove her bra, but John stopped her.
“Let me.”
Rogue nodded, shifting back onto the bed to give John enough room to set his knees on either side her hips. He released the catch on the back of the bra first time, giving Rogue a triumphant smirk as he tossed it over his shoulder. Rogue gasped when his thumbs brushed over her nipples. John lowered his body on top of hers, running a hand down her side, following the curve of her ass before resting it on her thigh. Rogue hooked her other leg around his, her hand running over his pectoral muscles, then down his stomach before wrapping a hand around his erection. John inhaled sharply when she started stroking his length; his eyes nearly disappearing into the back of his skull as she got more confident with the motion. It took all his concentration to put a hand over hers, making her stop.
He just returned her questioning look with a raised eyebrow. “Much as I want you to baby, we just haven’t got the time.”
Rogue nodded as she took her hand away, lifting her hips to his.
John looked at her. “You sure?”
Rogue smiled, running her hands through his hair and down his shoulders. “Yeah.”
John positioned himself at her entrance, giving her one more opportunity to say no before he thrust into her. Rogue gasped as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. John gave her another second to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in. Rogue’s fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. John watched her face carefully for any signs of pain, willing to stop if she didn’t want to continue. As he found his rhythm, Rogue’s fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders, breaking the skin and making him grunt in pain. Her hips started to meet him thrust for thrust, sweat breaking out over her body as John’s skin heated hers; the warmth radiating from him making her feel like she could burst into flames at any moment. He licked the beads of sweat running down her neck before sucking on the mark he had left earlier. Rogue’s back arched off the bed as John slid a hand between their bodies, his middle finger slipping between her slick folds and started massaging her clitoris as he continued to thrust into her. Her moans became louder, and John had to put his mouth over hers to stifle the noise. He sucked on her tongue, and as he felt her inner muscles clench around him, it took every ounce of strength not to go over the edge.
He broke the kiss to look at her. “Are you…?”
Rogue looked at him through hooded eyes, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. “So close.”
A loud moan came from her as he increased the pressure of his finger. He captured her mouth, trying to keep her quiet. He thrust into her again and felt her body begin to tremble. Removing his finger, he placed both hands on either side of her head. On the next thrust, that was it: he came apart, the muscles in his arms quivering as they tried to hold him up. He grunted out her name as he came hard, waves of relief washing over him. He felt Rogue’s body tremble under his, and his name came out of her mouth, the scream dying on her lips as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her hips bucked as he managed one more thrust, feeling her inner walls pulse around him. Her skin was flush with afterglow, her skin slick with sweat. He collapsed next to her, gripping her hips, and pulling her on top of him as he kept their bodies joined. His heartbeat was pounding in his chest and ears, drowning out all other noises. He felt Rogue drape an arm over his stomach, and her lips leave a trail of light kisses over his chest. He folded an arm behind his head, sliding his other hand down her back before resting it on her ass.
Rogue was finally able to speak after getting her breathing under control. “I want to do that again.”
A smile spread across John’s face as he closed his eyes. “That makes two of us.”
Rogue lay there, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, but then she started to feel a familiar tingling run through her nerves. She let out a gasp, and tried to scramble away from John.
John grunted as she pushed against his ribcage in an effort to get up. “Hey, what’s the rush?”
Rogue had managed to disentangle their limbs and was now standing next to his bed, her arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover herself up. “Mah skin. It’s back on.”
John propped himself up on his elbows, his blue eyes full of concern. “Rogue, it’s okay. Look, we’ll get dressed and it’ll be fine.”
Rogue was shaking her head, shifting her weight from foot to foot as her eyes started glistening with tears. “Ah could have killed you.”
John stood up, pulling the sheet off his bed and draping it over Rogue’s shoulders so he could hold her arms, keeping her from backing away. “Hey, it’s okay. No harm was done.”
Rogue was trembling. “But Ah could have killed you.”
John put his hands on either side of her head, making sure her hair protected him. He moved her head gently, making her look at him. “Rogue, listen to me. You didn’t hurt me. You got away in time, okay? Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
John emphasized his point by pressing his lips to hers, holding her against him so she couldn’t get away before her mutation activated. John let go of her after a second, his eyes a little out of focus as he looked at her.
Rogue took a deep breath, quelling the fear inside her. She managed to give him a shaky smile, taking strength from what she had felt in John’s surface memories.
John ran a hand over her covered shoulder, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “We okay?”
Rogue nodded. “We’re good.”
John dropped his hands away from her. He removed the condom, throwing it in the trash before looking for his boxers. They dressed in silence, Rogue blushing whenever she felt John’s eyes on her.
Rogue was pulling on her gloves when a thought occurred to her. “Did you really think I was having an affair with Petey?”
John cleared his throat, running a hand through his messy hair, trying to tame it. “No, I was just… frustrated.”
Rogue walked up to him, her brown eyes hard. “Do you trust me?”
John looked down. “Of course. I just don’t trust anyone else.”
Rogue’s mouth became a thin line. She narrowed her eyes as she took a fistful of his top, bringing his face closer to hers. “You ever accuse me of something like that again sugar, and I promise you I won’t think twice about dropping you to the floor with a single touch.”
John gave her a crooked smile. “Anyone ever tell you you’re scary after sex?”
Rogue smiled as she let go of his shirt. “You’re the first.”
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