100 Situations - Rogue/Pyro T2 Prompt #12: Allergy
Title: Renewal (13/?)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #12 - Allergy
Word Count: 1649
Rating: R
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. I actually wrote this chapter a while ago, and haven't really had the energy to go back over it - so apologies for any errors. They'll be fixed eventually.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
Written for 100_situations
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John’s hand tangled in her damp locks, his lips brushing against her cheek. “You can bring me lunch anytime.”
Marie giggled, still not able to move just yet. “So long as I wear something sexy, right?”
“Or nothing at all. I’m not fussy.”
She raised her head, kissing him. “So all this effort I went to was for no reason?”
He shook his head, his fingers trailing the strap of her bra. “Definitely not. I’m just saying you can come all dressed up, or very much naked. It’s all good.”
She smiled, finally feeling like she had the energy to move. He helped her up, removing the condom and knotting it before tossing it in a nearby wastebasket.
He raised an eyebrow at her look of disgust, shrugging as he zipped himself up. “I’ll cover it up with something else later.”
Marie picked up one of the pink bags, pulling out her top and pants so she could get dressed. She smiled at John, climbing back onto his lap as he beckoned her to him. One of his arms encircled her waist to hold her in place while his other hand grabbed the one with still sticky fingers. He sucked on them, making her giggle at the feel of his tongue. But her laughter died the instant her eyes met his.
He released her fingers when he was satisfied they were clean. “Meet me after work. Come back to my place tonight.”
She nodded, despite the fact that he hadn’t really phrased it as a question. He grinned, kissing her before standing up. His arm around her helped to keep her balanced, but she still whacked him on the chest for not warning her. He just smirked, stealing another kiss.
“Sorry, babe. Gotta get back to work. Not all of us have the afternoon off.”
She picked up her coat, pulling it on. “Well, you may frown upon it all you want, John Allerdyce. But I have to admit I could get used to being a lady of leisure. Lingerie shopping in the morning. Stopping by my man’s office where I fuck him senseless while wearing one of my new purchases, before returning home and awaiting his arrival so we can fuck some more.” She kissed his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip as she pulled away. “So you better get working on that law degree, sugar.” She picked up her bags and headed for the door. “I’ll be expecting you to make lots of money so you can keep me in the way to which I plan on becoming accustomed.”
He showed no sign of being uncomfortable with her proposal, merely taking a bite of his roll and chewing before he sat back behind his desk. “Then I at least expect you to cook for me every night. Can’t do all that fucking on an empty stomach.” He paused to take a sip of his drink. “I finish at five, by the way. Make sure that pretty little ass is on time.”
*
Marie’s pretty little ass had indeed been on time. Considering the fact that the only thing she had had to do for the rest of the afternoon was pack a small bag with her new sleeping wear, a toothbrush and a change of clothes to go to work in, it wasn’t hard to be outside Blasko and Harvey at five o’clock. She had taken a seat on a bench, making sure she looked relaxed. The truth was her stomach had found itself home to thousands of butterflies, her entire body on edge at the idea of going back to John’s place.
He came out of the building, hands in pockets as he casually made his way towards her. He moved his arm, his elbow sticking out enough for her to take the hint and hook her arm through it. He winked, walking down the street.
“So how is my soon to be unemployed lady of leisure this fine evening?”
Marie gave him a quizzical look, her mouth curved in amusement. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”
He shrugged, as they turned a corner. “I got screwed on my lunch break, and I’m taking you back to my place where I’m fairly certain there shall be more carnal activities taking place.”
She feigned indifference, glancing around at the buildings they passed. “You’re that certain are you? What if I’m not interested?”
He smirked, looking at her. “And how long do you think you can resist me? I seem to remember it was you feeling me up while I was asleep, and you coming to my office for lunch with the intention of screwing me.”
Marie she took his arm from around his, slipping it around his waist instead, her hand in his back pocket. “Is that a challenge, Johnny?”
He tilted his head, considering her question for a long moment. “It might be. Depends what the terms are.”
She bit her lip, watching the pavement as they waited for the walking signal to change. “No sex. We have to resist temptation, you know, just be…us.” She blushed when she found him looking at her. “What?”
He smirked. “So basically we’re just dating?” He chuckled when she blushed even more. “All right, I accept. What will the winner get?”
She smiled, falling into step with him again. “Any fantasy they want. No matter what it is. Could be me wanting you to make me a cake, or you wanting me to play housewife or something. Anything.”
He nodded, thinking. “So… we determine the winner by what terms? The person who lasts the longest without initiating sex?”
Marie made a noise of agreement, adjusting her grip on her bag. “Basically. I think kissing is still okay though.”
He looked at her thoughtfully, unable to hide the mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “Naked kissing?”
Marie followed him up a flight of stairs, waiting patiently as he unlocked the door to his apartment. “And under what circumstances would there be naked kissing if we’re not having sex?”
John pushed open the door, gesturing for her to go first. “We might both be in the bathroom at the same time, or there could be some unforeseen circumstance in which our clothes miraculously vanish into thin air, and we have to live out our lives in the nude.”
Marie giggled, unable to maintain her look of disapproval at his explanation. She stepped over the threshold of his apartment, about to remove her coat when her gaze swept the room. There was very little in the way of furniture, but what there was had been haphazardly arranged. The chairs and sofa had clothes over them, or empty take away containers. She couldn’t help but remember the room John and Bobby had shared; the way John’s side had always been messier. Only now there weren’t even books or CDs. There seemed to be nothing personal except the clothing.
There was a small television in the corner that looked well used, and she suspected it might even have had a black and white picture. The top of it seemed to be where John liked to put his empty beer bottles.
He stepped past her, clearing off the sofa so that there was a place for them to sit. She watched the way he just moved that pile onto one of the chairs, unconsciously holding her breath as the added weight seemed to make the first pile sway. She waited for it to come crashing down, but it seemed to reestablish its sense of balance when John moved an empty Chinese container.
She cleared her throat. “You always did have an aversion to cleaning. I always used to think maybe you had some sort of weird allergy.”
He shrugged. “Just lazy, I suppose. Plus it kind of makes the place feel lived in. Otherwise it’s just me, some chairs and a crappy TV.” He took a seat, and then pointed in the direction of two doors near the kitchen area. “Bathroom’s the right door, bedroom’s the left. You can put your stuff in there if you want.”
She smiled in thanks, heading for the bedroom. She flicked on the light as she walked in, darkness having descended outside. Out of habit she walked across to the window, drawing the curtains before she took off her coat and laid it carefully next to a jacket he had tossed on a dining chair. She paused when she looked at the bed, surprise making her eyebrows go up as she took in how perfectly made it was. She began to wonder if he had ever slept in it. The closet door was partially open, and she couldn’t help her curiosity. Her fingers ran over the few items of clothing that were hanging up, the wire hangers swaying under her touch. Her eyes dropped to the bottom of the closet, and she noticed a shoebox.
Dropping to her knees, Marie’s fingers skimmed the cardboard lid. She chewed her bottom lip, curiosity at what lay inside, and respect for John’s privacy waged war inside her. In the end it was the curiosity that won. If this contained something personal belonging to John, then she wanted to know. She carefully removed the lid, her insides starting to tie into knots with anticipation of what she might find. But when the lid had been removed, her curiosity turned to confusion.
She picked up one of the metal objects, turning it in her hand. It seemed to be a wrist mounted lighter, or something. She gasped at the familiar shark insignia, her fingers running over it.
“Upgrades. Nothing scary and imposing about a Zippo.”
Her head snapped around, eyes widening as she looked at John leaning against the doorframe. She clutched the wrist mount to her chest, suddenly feeling like she’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #12 - Allergy
Word Count: 1649
Rating: R
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. I actually wrote this chapter a while ago, and haven't really had the energy to go back over it - so apologies for any errors. They'll be fixed eventually.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
Written for 100_situations
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John’s hand tangled in her damp locks, his lips brushing against her cheek. “You can bring me lunch anytime.”
Marie giggled, still not able to move just yet. “So long as I wear something sexy, right?”
“Or nothing at all. I’m not fussy.”
She raised her head, kissing him. “So all this effort I went to was for no reason?”
He shook his head, his fingers trailing the strap of her bra. “Definitely not. I’m just saying you can come all dressed up, or very much naked. It’s all good.”
She smiled, finally feeling like she had the energy to move. He helped her up, removing the condom and knotting it before tossing it in a nearby wastebasket.
He raised an eyebrow at her look of disgust, shrugging as he zipped himself up. “I’ll cover it up with something else later.”
Marie picked up one of the pink bags, pulling out her top and pants so she could get dressed. She smiled at John, climbing back onto his lap as he beckoned her to him. One of his arms encircled her waist to hold her in place while his other hand grabbed the one with still sticky fingers. He sucked on them, making her giggle at the feel of his tongue. But her laughter died the instant her eyes met his.
He released her fingers when he was satisfied they were clean. “Meet me after work. Come back to my place tonight.”
She nodded, despite the fact that he hadn’t really phrased it as a question. He grinned, kissing her before standing up. His arm around her helped to keep her balanced, but she still whacked him on the chest for not warning her. He just smirked, stealing another kiss.
“Sorry, babe. Gotta get back to work. Not all of us have the afternoon off.”
She picked up her coat, pulling it on. “Well, you may frown upon it all you want, John Allerdyce. But I have to admit I could get used to being a lady of leisure. Lingerie shopping in the morning. Stopping by my man’s office where I fuck him senseless while wearing one of my new purchases, before returning home and awaiting his arrival so we can fuck some more.” She kissed his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip as she pulled away. “So you better get working on that law degree, sugar.” She picked up her bags and headed for the door. “I’ll be expecting you to make lots of money so you can keep me in the way to which I plan on becoming accustomed.”
He showed no sign of being uncomfortable with her proposal, merely taking a bite of his roll and chewing before he sat back behind his desk. “Then I at least expect you to cook for me every night. Can’t do all that fucking on an empty stomach.” He paused to take a sip of his drink. “I finish at five, by the way. Make sure that pretty little ass is on time.”
*
Marie’s pretty little ass had indeed been on time. Considering the fact that the only thing she had had to do for the rest of the afternoon was pack a small bag with her new sleeping wear, a toothbrush and a change of clothes to go to work in, it wasn’t hard to be outside Blasko and Harvey at five o’clock. She had taken a seat on a bench, making sure she looked relaxed. The truth was her stomach had found itself home to thousands of butterflies, her entire body on edge at the idea of going back to John’s place.
He came out of the building, hands in pockets as he casually made his way towards her. He moved his arm, his elbow sticking out enough for her to take the hint and hook her arm through it. He winked, walking down the street.
“So how is my soon to be unemployed lady of leisure this fine evening?”
Marie gave him a quizzical look, her mouth curved in amusement. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”
He shrugged, as they turned a corner. “I got screwed on my lunch break, and I’m taking you back to my place where I’m fairly certain there shall be more carnal activities taking place.”
She feigned indifference, glancing around at the buildings they passed. “You’re that certain are you? What if I’m not interested?”
He smirked, looking at her. “And how long do you think you can resist me? I seem to remember it was you feeling me up while I was asleep, and you coming to my office for lunch with the intention of screwing me.”
Marie she took his arm from around his, slipping it around his waist instead, her hand in his back pocket. “Is that a challenge, Johnny?”
He tilted his head, considering her question for a long moment. “It might be. Depends what the terms are.”
She bit her lip, watching the pavement as they waited for the walking signal to change. “No sex. We have to resist temptation, you know, just be…us.” She blushed when she found him looking at her. “What?”
He smirked. “So basically we’re just dating?” He chuckled when she blushed even more. “All right, I accept. What will the winner get?”
She smiled, falling into step with him again. “Any fantasy they want. No matter what it is. Could be me wanting you to make me a cake, or you wanting me to play housewife or something. Anything.”
He nodded, thinking. “So… we determine the winner by what terms? The person who lasts the longest without initiating sex?”
Marie made a noise of agreement, adjusting her grip on her bag. “Basically. I think kissing is still okay though.”
He looked at her thoughtfully, unable to hide the mischievous glint in his blue eyes. “Naked kissing?”
Marie followed him up a flight of stairs, waiting patiently as he unlocked the door to his apartment. “And under what circumstances would there be naked kissing if we’re not having sex?”
John pushed open the door, gesturing for her to go first. “We might both be in the bathroom at the same time, or there could be some unforeseen circumstance in which our clothes miraculously vanish into thin air, and we have to live out our lives in the nude.”
Marie giggled, unable to maintain her look of disapproval at his explanation. She stepped over the threshold of his apartment, about to remove her coat when her gaze swept the room. There was very little in the way of furniture, but what there was had been haphazardly arranged. The chairs and sofa had clothes over them, or empty take away containers. She couldn’t help but remember the room John and Bobby had shared; the way John’s side had always been messier. Only now there weren’t even books or CDs. There seemed to be nothing personal except the clothing.
There was a small television in the corner that looked well used, and she suspected it might even have had a black and white picture. The top of it seemed to be where John liked to put his empty beer bottles.
He stepped past her, clearing off the sofa so that there was a place for them to sit. She watched the way he just moved that pile onto one of the chairs, unconsciously holding her breath as the added weight seemed to make the first pile sway. She waited for it to come crashing down, but it seemed to reestablish its sense of balance when John moved an empty Chinese container.
She cleared her throat. “You always did have an aversion to cleaning. I always used to think maybe you had some sort of weird allergy.”
He shrugged. “Just lazy, I suppose. Plus it kind of makes the place feel lived in. Otherwise it’s just me, some chairs and a crappy TV.” He took a seat, and then pointed in the direction of two doors near the kitchen area. “Bathroom’s the right door, bedroom’s the left. You can put your stuff in there if you want.”
She smiled in thanks, heading for the bedroom. She flicked on the light as she walked in, darkness having descended outside. Out of habit she walked across to the window, drawing the curtains before she took off her coat and laid it carefully next to a jacket he had tossed on a dining chair. She paused when she looked at the bed, surprise making her eyebrows go up as she took in how perfectly made it was. She began to wonder if he had ever slept in it. The closet door was partially open, and she couldn’t help her curiosity. Her fingers ran over the few items of clothing that were hanging up, the wire hangers swaying under her touch. Her eyes dropped to the bottom of the closet, and she noticed a shoebox.
Dropping to her knees, Marie’s fingers skimmed the cardboard lid. She chewed her bottom lip, curiosity at what lay inside, and respect for John’s privacy waged war inside her. In the end it was the curiosity that won. If this contained something personal belonging to John, then she wanted to know. She carefully removed the lid, her insides starting to tie into knots with anticipation of what she might find. But when the lid had been removed, her curiosity turned to confusion.
She picked up one of the metal objects, turning it in her hand. It seemed to be a wrist mounted lighter, or something. She gasped at the familiar shark insignia, her fingers running over it.
“Upgrades. Nothing scary and imposing about a Zippo.”
Her head snapped around, eyes widening as she looked at John leaning against the doorframe. She clutched the wrist mount to her chest, suddenly feeling like she’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
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