100 Situations - Rogue/Pyro T2 Prompt #56: Smoke
Title: Renewal (16/?)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #56 - Smoke
Word Count: 965
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 feeferj, and also to scatterhearts.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
Written for 100_situations
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John was still unpacking the groceries as Marie started to move about the kitchen, looking for pots and pans.
“Maybe I should have asked you first to see if you actually had anything to cook with.”
John pointed at the top of the fridge. “There’s a pan up there.” He shrugged at her look. “It’s not mine. Belonged to the tenants before me. I just never moved it.”
Marie shook her head, reaching up to grab the pan. The movement pulled her t-shirt up. The exposed skin had not been lost on John, and Marie had to brace herself against the fridge when the backs of his fingers caressed her lower back. She heard his quiet chuckle, his breath puffing against her neck.
“What can I say? Couldn’t resist.”
Her cheeks had turned pink, and she tried to hide that fact from John. But again, nothing seemed to escape his notice.
“Don’t ever lose that.”
She looked at him, surprised at his solemn expression. “What?”
He started to make vague motions towards her, and then at his own face. And for a moment, she thought she saw his right hand start to move as if he was flicking open his lighter. “The nervousness. The way you react to simple touches. Don’t ever lose it. It suits you.”
He flashed her a self-conscious smile before resuming his task of unpacking. She watched him for a moment, unable to suppress the huge grin on her face. She liked that he could be so nervous about giving certain compliments, but was more than comfortable with letting her know how fuckable she was.
She shifted her attention to the pan she was holding, her nose scrunching up at the sight of the baked on food. “That’s disgusting.”
John stood next to her, her disgust mirrored on his face. He grabbed the pan out of her grasp, and the detergent and sponge he had yet to put away. He flicked open the cap of the detergent, squeezing it straight onto the pan before running the hot water. He scrubbed at the baked on food, utter concentration on his face.
When he was satisfied, the water was shut off and the pan was thrust back into Marie’s hands. “Better?”
She looked from John to the pan, and could only manage a nod. He grunted, and handed her a dishcloth as well. She took it and wiped the pan over before she set it on top of the stove. “So you do know how to clean some things, then?”
He shrugged. “Clothes covering the furniture and floor are one thing. Avoiding food poisoning is another.”
Marie smiled, moving back to the counter on which she had laid out her ingredients. She put everything together, working in silence. She was occasionally aware of John’s breathing, and could feel his eyes on her. But it wasn’t until she’d turned on the stove that he said anything.
“This is your idea of a home cooked meal?”
Marie looked up from the pan. “What? I’m cooking it in your kitchen.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s grilled cheese.”
She smiled and winked. “Yeah, but you ain’t ever had grilled cheese like mine before.”
The eyebrow was still arched, but he moved so that he was leaning against the counter next to her. “Is that a fact?”
She nodded, prodding at the sandwiches with a knife as she tried to remind herself she was cooking. But his hand was on her lower back again, slipping under the t-shirt. She could feel the tension start to build up in her body. Could feel the way every nerve was suddenly active just from a simple touch.
“Seeing as how you’re cooking for me, does that mean we’ll have sex after? I think that was the deal wasn’t it?”
Marie bit her lip, trying to stay focused. But his hand had started to creep around to her stomach as he stood behind her. His lips brushed against her neck. She slowly shook her head. “Mm… We had a new deal… remember?”
He made a non-committal noise, his lips already against her throat. “But how can I be some hotshot asshole lawyer when you won’t cook for me, and bed me? And I thought you wanted me to keep you so you could do all that lingerie shopping?”
Her head had fallen back against his shoulder, her hand coming up to grip his hair as the hand on her stomach slid down the front of her jeans. Her breath hitched as two of his fingers slid between her silky folds, and he murmured words of approval against her skin. She suddenly didn’t care what it was she had been ready to argue about, the hand that had been holding the knife moving to clutch his arm as he rubbed her clit and sent darts of pleasure shooting through her body.
His fingers kept working her, making her moan and gasp. She twisted her head, her lips meeting his. Her tongue slipped into his open mouth, sweeping over his as she explored every inch. She elicited a groan as she rubbed her ass against his erection. His fingers had become more insistent, her body starting to tremble under his touch. She broke the kiss to let out a loud moan. His lips brushed against her ear.
“Food’s burning.”
She frowned, trying to work out why that was supposed to be sexy. “Huh?”
“The grilled cheese. It’s burning.”
Her eyes snapped open, curses tumbling from her lips as she quickly flipped over the grilled cheese. The sides that faced upwards were blackened, and Marie waved a hand in front of her face as she inhaled the smoke. John pulled his hand from inside her jeans, trying not to smile as she glared at him.
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #56 - Smoke
Word Count: 965
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 feeferj, and also to scatterhearts.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
Written for 100_situations
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John was still unpacking the groceries as Marie started to move about the kitchen, looking for pots and pans.
“Maybe I should have asked you first to see if you actually had anything to cook with.”
John pointed at the top of the fridge. “There’s a pan up there.” He shrugged at her look. “It’s not mine. Belonged to the tenants before me. I just never moved it.”
Marie shook her head, reaching up to grab the pan. The movement pulled her t-shirt up. The exposed skin had not been lost on John, and Marie had to brace herself against the fridge when the backs of his fingers caressed her lower back. She heard his quiet chuckle, his breath puffing against her neck.
“What can I say? Couldn’t resist.”
Her cheeks had turned pink, and she tried to hide that fact from John. But again, nothing seemed to escape his notice.
“Don’t ever lose that.”
She looked at him, surprised at his solemn expression. “What?”
He started to make vague motions towards her, and then at his own face. And for a moment, she thought she saw his right hand start to move as if he was flicking open his lighter. “The nervousness. The way you react to simple touches. Don’t ever lose it. It suits you.”
He flashed her a self-conscious smile before resuming his task of unpacking. She watched him for a moment, unable to suppress the huge grin on her face. She liked that he could be so nervous about giving certain compliments, but was more than comfortable with letting her know how fuckable she was.
She shifted her attention to the pan she was holding, her nose scrunching up at the sight of the baked on food. “That’s disgusting.”
John stood next to her, her disgust mirrored on his face. He grabbed the pan out of her grasp, and the detergent and sponge he had yet to put away. He flicked open the cap of the detergent, squeezing it straight onto the pan before running the hot water. He scrubbed at the baked on food, utter concentration on his face.
When he was satisfied, the water was shut off and the pan was thrust back into Marie’s hands. “Better?”
She looked from John to the pan, and could only manage a nod. He grunted, and handed her a dishcloth as well. She took it and wiped the pan over before she set it on top of the stove. “So you do know how to clean some things, then?”
He shrugged. “Clothes covering the furniture and floor are one thing. Avoiding food poisoning is another.”
Marie smiled, moving back to the counter on which she had laid out her ingredients. She put everything together, working in silence. She was occasionally aware of John’s breathing, and could feel his eyes on her. But it wasn’t until she’d turned on the stove that he said anything.
“This is your idea of a home cooked meal?”
Marie looked up from the pan. “What? I’m cooking it in your kitchen.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s grilled cheese.”
She smiled and winked. “Yeah, but you ain’t ever had grilled cheese like mine before.”
The eyebrow was still arched, but he moved so that he was leaning against the counter next to her. “Is that a fact?”
She nodded, prodding at the sandwiches with a knife as she tried to remind herself she was cooking. But his hand was on her lower back again, slipping under the t-shirt. She could feel the tension start to build up in her body. Could feel the way every nerve was suddenly active just from a simple touch.
“Seeing as how you’re cooking for me, does that mean we’ll have sex after? I think that was the deal wasn’t it?”
Marie bit her lip, trying to stay focused. But his hand had started to creep around to her stomach as he stood behind her. His lips brushed against her neck. She slowly shook her head. “Mm… We had a new deal… remember?”
He made a non-committal noise, his lips already against her throat. “But how can I be some hotshot asshole lawyer when you won’t cook for me, and bed me? And I thought you wanted me to keep you so you could do all that lingerie shopping?”
Her head had fallen back against his shoulder, her hand coming up to grip his hair as the hand on her stomach slid down the front of her jeans. Her breath hitched as two of his fingers slid between her silky folds, and he murmured words of approval against her skin. She suddenly didn’t care what it was she had been ready to argue about, the hand that had been holding the knife moving to clutch his arm as he rubbed her clit and sent darts of pleasure shooting through her body.
His fingers kept working her, making her moan and gasp. She twisted her head, her lips meeting his. Her tongue slipped into his open mouth, sweeping over his as she explored every inch. She elicited a groan as she rubbed her ass against his erection. His fingers had become more insistent, her body starting to tremble under his touch. She broke the kiss to let out a loud moan. His lips brushed against her ear.
“Food’s burning.”
She frowned, trying to work out why that was supposed to be sexy. “Huh?”
“The grilled cheese. It’s burning.”
Her eyes snapped open, curses tumbling from her lips as she quickly flipped over the grilled cheese. The sides that faced upwards were blackened, and Marie waved a hand in front of her face as she inhaled the smoke. John pulled his hand from inside her jeans, trying not to smile as she glared at him.
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