100 Situations - Rogue/Pyro T2 Prompt #80: Emerge
Title: Renewal (6/?)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #80 - Emerge
Word Count: 1084
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers. Cheers to scatterhearts.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Written for 100_situations
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Marie watched John as he looked over her apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was home. She saw his nose crinkle at the sofa. It had a very pink, very floral covering. It hadn’t been something she would have chosen willingly. It had been chosen more for it’s affordable price.
“It’s surprisingly comfortable.”
He gave her look that clearly said he questioned that statement. She sighed and rolled her eyes, motioning for him to sit on it. He gave the sofa another long, hard look before turning back to her.
He raised an eyebrow. “You gonna sit next to me? Might be more bearable if you did.”
Marie took off her coat, placing it on a hook by her door. She bit her lip, but nodded in affirmation. John smirked, sitting down as he stretched an arm across the back of the sofa. It didn’t matter if she sat at the other end; the sofa was only a two-seater to begin with. And a cozy one at that.
So she decided just to give in. When she sat down, she rested her head on his shoulder. She hesitated as she went to place a hand on his thigh.
“It’s okay, Marie. I won’t come just from you putting your hand on my thigh.” He chuckled when she blushed bright red, his free hand taking hers to hold it against his thigh. “See? I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not enjoying it, but I’m not going to try and ravage you just because you touched me.” The arm stretched over the back of the sofa moved, as he put it around her shoulders. “You gotta learn that it’s okay to touch. It’s not always a big thing.”
She turned her head to look at him, but sucked in a breath when she realised how close his lips were to hers. “It is for me.” She watched the corners of his mouth curve, and she couldn’t resist. She raised her hand to his mouth, her fingers lightly running over his lips. “When you go so long without it… Each touch is special. You can never take it for granted.” She paused, smiling. “I get a buzz just by brushing past someone. The first time it happened I grinned like an idiot for a long time.”
She made to take her hand away, but he shook his head. He kept looking at her as he cleared his throat.
“You don’t have to stop. You can do whatever you want, I don’t mind.”
She felt the heat blossom in the pit of her stomach at his husky tone. She bit her lip, her fingers moving to trace his upper lip. His lips were warm and smooth, and she remembered what they had felt like pressed against hers. But she resisted the urge to do it again, determined to take him up on his offer. She started to move them up, smiling at the feel of his stubble. She brushed her fingers over it, marking out where he’d have a moustache. She suddenly giggled, unable to shake the image of John with a handle bar moustache. He raised an eyebrow in question, but she shook her head and took a deep breath to calm herself.
“Just don’t ever grow a moustache.”
When he opened his mouth to reply, his breath tickled her fingers and palm. “Wasn’t ever planning on it.”
She gave a curt nod, her fingers already moving over his cheekbone. She was amazed at how smooth his skin was. She had expected to feel little bumps and maybe the occasional pimple, but there was nothing. He had a couple of freckles, and she placed her index finger on one, and her middle finger on the other.
He was smiling at her, but his look was quizzical. “You all right there?”
She made a non-committal noise, too intent on her exploration of his face. She took her fingers off the freckles, starting to move them to the hollows under his eyes. She traced the eye socket, keeping contact light. His eye blinked when she got too close to the lashes, and she paused.
They stared at each other, and she took his not moving away to mean that she could keep going. She finished tracing around his eye, moving to run her finger over his eyebrow. She smiled when he arched it, running her finger over it again in its new position. She shifted in his hold, moving to straddle his knee. He was still holding her other hand, but she altered the grip so that her fingers laced through his. His eyes darkened as her knee rubbed his crotch. Her breath hitched at the change, and her tongue came out to wet her lips. She took a breath, ignoring the sudden dryness of her mouth in favour of repeating the same explorations on the other side of his face.
Her hand started to shake, and she could hear the way his breath was starting to become ragged. She moved her hand away from his cheek, brushing the backs of her fingers over his forehead. She turned her hand over, combing her fingers through his shorter hair. She frowned as she noticed the bits of blond.
“You dyed your hair?”
His free hand moved to run over her thigh, the heat from his palm warming the skin beneath the fabric. Her lips parted, her fingers moving back down to his mouth. He nodded in silent reply. His fingers toyed with the hem of her blouse for a moment before his hand slipped up beneath it.
She arched into the touch, his hand sliding up her side. His fingers brushed the underside of her bra, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. He moved his hand, keeping his palm flat against her skin as he ran it over her back. His fingers started to move in circles, and she had to steady herself by placing her hand on his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He smirked, his hand moving back to her side, his thumb rubbing against her skin. “Turnabout’s fair play, Marie.”
She swayed a little, her eyes struggling to stay focused as she tried to hold his gaze. “Yeah, but I was just touching your face, you…” she trailed off as she moaned quietly, unable to help herself. “This is more than that.”
He released her hand, grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her towards him. “It’s always been more.”
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #80 - Emerge
Word Count: 1084
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers. Cheers to scatterhearts.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Written for 100_situations
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Marie watched John as he looked over her apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was home. She saw his nose crinkle at the sofa. It had a very pink, very floral covering. It hadn’t been something she would have chosen willingly. It had been chosen more for it’s affordable price.
“It’s surprisingly comfortable.”
He gave her look that clearly said he questioned that statement. She sighed and rolled her eyes, motioning for him to sit on it. He gave the sofa another long, hard look before turning back to her.
He raised an eyebrow. “You gonna sit next to me? Might be more bearable if you did.”
Marie took off her coat, placing it on a hook by her door. She bit her lip, but nodded in affirmation. John smirked, sitting down as he stretched an arm across the back of the sofa. It didn’t matter if she sat at the other end; the sofa was only a two-seater to begin with. And a cozy one at that.
So she decided just to give in. When she sat down, she rested her head on his shoulder. She hesitated as she went to place a hand on his thigh.
“It’s okay, Marie. I won’t come just from you putting your hand on my thigh.” He chuckled when she blushed bright red, his free hand taking hers to hold it against his thigh. “See? I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not enjoying it, but I’m not going to try and ravage you just because you touched me.” The arm stretched over the back of the sofa moved, as he put it around her shoulders. “You gotta learn that it’s okay to touch. It’s not always a big thing.”
She turned her head to look at him, but sucked in a breath when she realised how close his lips were to hers. “It is for me.” She watched the corners of his mouth curve, and she couldn’t resist. She raised her hand to his mouth, her fingers lightly running over his lips. “When you go so long without it… Each touch is special. You can never take it for granted.” She paused, smiling. “I get a buzz just by brushing past someone. The first time it happened I grinned like an idiot for a long time.”
She made to take her hand away, but he shook his head. He kept looking at her as he cleared his throat.
“You don’t have to stop. You can do whatever you want, I don’t mind.”
She felt the heat blossom in the pit of her stomach at his husky tone. She bit her lip, her fingers moving to trace his upper lip. His lips were warm and smooth, and she remembered what they had felt like pressed against hers. But she resisted the urge to do it again, determined to take him up on his offer. She started to move them up, smiling at the feel of his stubble. She brushed her fingers over it, marking out where he’d have a moustache. She suddenly giggled, unable to shake the image of John with a handle bar moustache. He raised an eyebrow in question, but she shook her head and took a deep breath to calm herself.
“Just don’t ever grow a moustache.”
When he opened his mouth to reply, his breath tickled her fingers and palm. “Wasn’t ever planning on it.”
She gave a curt nod, her fingers already moving over his cheekbone. She was amazed at how smooth his skin was. She had expected to feel little bumps and maybe the occasional pimple, but there was nothing. He had a couple of freckles, and she placed her index finger on one, and her middle finger on the other.
He was smiling at her, but his look was quizzical. “You all right there?”
She made a non-committal noise, too intent on her exploration of his face. She took her fingers off the freckles, starting to move them to the hollows under his eyes. She traced the eye socket, keeping contact light. His eye blinked when she got too close to the lashes, and she paused.
They stared at each other, and she took his not moving away to mean that she could keep going. She finished tracing around his eye, moving to run her finger over his eyebrow. She smiled when he arched it, running her finger over it again in its new position. She shifted in his hold, moving to straddle his knee. He was still holding her other hand, but she altered the grip so that her fingers laced through his. His eyes darkened as her knee rubbed his crotch. Her breath hitched at the change, and her tongue came out to wet her lips. She took a breath, ignoring the sudden dryness of her mouth in favour of repeating the same explorations on the other side of his face.
Her hand started to shake, and she could hear the way his breath was starting to become ragged. She moved her hand away from his cheek, brushing the backs of her fingers over his forehead. She turned her hand over, combing her fingers through his shorter hair. She frowned as she noticed the bits of blond.
“You dyed your hair?”
His free hand moved to run over her thigh, the heat from his palm warming the skin beneath the fabric. Her lips parted, her fingers moving back down to his mouth. He nodded in silent reply. His fingers toyed with the hem of her blouse for a moment before his hand slipped up beneath it.
She arched into the touch, his hand sliding up her side. His fingers brushed the underside of her bra, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. He moved his hand, keeping his palm flat against her skin as he ran it over her back. His fingers started to move in circles, and she had to steady herself by placing her hand on his shoulder.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He smirked, his hand moving back to her side, his thumb rubbing against her skin. “Turnabout’s fair play, Marie.”
She swayed a little, her eyes struggling to stay focused as she tried to hold his gaze. “Yeah, but I was just touching your face, you…” she trailed off as she moaned quietly, unable to help herself. “This is more than that.”
He released her hand, grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her towards him. “It’s always been more.”
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