Untitled Fic - NC-17 - Rogue/Robert Chase
Title: Untitled
Fandom: X-Men/House
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Robert Chase
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren't mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox and House and Chase belong to David Shore and Fox. No money being made... just hawt sex.
Word Count: 1093
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dark purple bruises stood out against the otherwise unmarked flesh.
Placement: Post-X3; late or post season 3 of House.
Spoilers/Warnings: X3 (kinda), sexual activities
A/N: A result of some RP between Rogue and Chase. Refers to a Benefit held at PPTH where they had their first sexual encounters, and also to a conversation during Chase's introductory post. They both have their kinks, and indulge in them.
All acts referred to and engaged in were consenting.
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Moonlight streamed in through the blinds, turning porcelain skin luminescent in the darkness. Dark purple bruises stood out against the otherwise unmarked flesh. Her hips bore the finger marks of her lover, and her neck and shoulders spoke of love bites that had never been intended playfully. They were more than gentle nips, blood having been drawn.
The man whose head lay resting on her stomach had similar marks; but where she had finger-shaped bruises on her hips-he had eight parallel lines down his back, and bite marks not only on his neck and shoulders, but also on his torso.
He called her ‘hellcat’, and who was she to not live up to the name?
One hand moved from his hair, sweeping over his back. She liked exploring him, even when he slept. The corner of her mouth kicked up, her eyes sparkling. In fact it was more fun that way, nothing like waking up a guy a little more viscerally than a simple kiss on a cheek.
He moved, his hands on her hips as he nuzzled against her stomach. She smiled, resuming the stroking of his hair. It was still a little damp from the shower, the water having seeped through her body stocking. Her body temperature had cooled, her nipples standing erect and poking at the fine mesh of her covering. She would have pulled the sheets over them, but he didn’t seem to mind his ass being exposed to the air.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet covered so her skin couldn’t hurt him. She even wore panties just so he couldn’t kill himself as he lay on her. She had taken a little more of him earlier tonight. She hadn’t done it since that night at the benefit, guilt stopping her. But tonight…
She shivered, but not from the cold. She relived the scene in her head, her memories and his turning it into a complete sense-surround three-dimensional experience. Her lower body shifted restlessly, moisture gathering between her thighs at the mere thought.
As if he somehow knew, blue eyes looked up at her, and a now familiar smirk graced his lips as he pushed blond hair away from his face. “Not ready again, are you? Don’t you ever sleep?”
Gloved fingers lingered on his mouth, tracing the shape. “No rest for the wicked, sugar. You should know that.” She gripped his hair, pulling him up her body as she sat up to meet him halfway. “And you’ve been a very naughty boy if your thoughts are anything to go by.”
He was still smirking, his hand sliding up the side of her body to cup her breast. “You going to punish me for it?”
She arched an eyebrow, one hand resting on his cock. “Bet you’d like it if I had a whip.”
He rolled her nipple between forefinger and thumb, watching the way her head tilted back and her lips parted. “Only if you wear that leather uniform.”
She moaned quietly, her hand wrapping around his now hard cock. “Maybe next time. Tonight though…” she started stroking him, her motion firm and confident, “…I have other plans.”
He tucked some stray platinum hairs behind her ear, his fingers journeying down her body, and pressing against her clit through her panties. Her already soaking wet panties. He chuckled low in his throat, fingers starting to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes firmly fixed on her face, watching her reaction.
Normally his touch might have suffered given the way she was stroking him, but he’d learnt to adapt over the weeks. He pinched her nipple, deliberately causing her pain. She hissed out a breath, her rhythm faltering.
“Chase…” she moaned.
He rubbed her clit harder, pushing her back on the bed as he dipped his head and took her nipple between his teeth. “Keep stroking,” came the mumbled order.
She nodded, another moan her only verbal confirmation as her back arched. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes darker than usual. Her hand worked the length of his shaft, trying to keep the rhythm steady. His hips jerked, and she flashed him a triumphant smile.
He growled against her chest, retaliating by sinking his teeth into the swell of her breast. The cry she gave made his cock jump. He soothed the bite with his tongue, murmuring words of praise.
Her body trembled as he kept massaging her clit, the silk of her underwear so damp it almost felt like there was no barrier at all. She whimpered as it started to become too much, her hips bucking. When he took his fingers away, she choked back a sob at the loss.
He smoothed back her hair, and knelt above her as his hand joined hers around his cock, helping her to keep going. When he knew he was about to cum, he pushed aside her underwear, thrusting deep inside her and letting go with a guttural groan.
Her back arched as the orgasm tore through her and she cried out his name, her mutation having activated and she was experiencing his as well as her own. She watched the veins pulse under his skin, and she pushed against his chest.
He only just had enough energy to pull out, collapsing on the bed beside her as he panted and tried to stay to conscious. But he grinned like a madman, the opportunity to be inside her, and hear her scream like that too good to pass up.
Rogue also lay panting, her smile much more blissful than mad. She rolled over, her gloved hand stroking his chest as she watched him carefully.
“You okay?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes starting to close. “Just give me a minute.”
She sighed, turning him onto his side to face away from her so she could spoon him, her face protected by his hair. “You’re gonna need more than that, sugar.”
“Please tell me you’ll let me sleep now, and get some yourself,” he murmured as he took her gloved hand in his and held it to his chest. “You’re too much of a slave driver.”
She giggled, breathing in his scent as she closed her own eyes. She bit the inside of her cheek, preventing another remark as she let silence descend. He needed his rest; she’d drained him twice in one night and he had work tomorrow. She sucked in a breath, trying to fight the wave of guilt that suddenly crashed over her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered in apology, but he was already asleep
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Fandom: X-Men/House
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Robert Chase
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren't mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox and House and Chase belong to David Shore and Fox. No money being made... just hawt sex.
Word Count: 1093
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dark purple bruises stood out against the otherwise unmarked flesh.
Placement: Post-X3; late or post season 3 of House.
Spoilers/Warnings: X3 (kinda), sexual activities
A/N: A result of some RP between Rogue and Chase. Refers to a Benefit held at PPTH where they had their first sexual encounters, and also to a conversation during Chase's introductory post. They both have their kinks, and indulge in them.
All acts referred to and engaged in were consenting.
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Moonlight streamed in through the blinds, turning porcelain skin luminescent in the darkness. Dark purple bruises stood out against the otherwise unmarked flesh. Her hips bore the finger marks of her lover, and her neck and shoulders spoke of love bites that had never been intended playfully. They were more than gentle nips, blood having been drawn.
The man whose head lay resting on her stomach had similar marks; but where she had finger-shaped bruises on her hips-he had eight parallel lines down his back, and bite marks not only on his neck and shoulders, but also on his torso.
He called her ‘hellcat’, and who was she to not live up to the name?
One hand moved from his hair, sweeping over his back. She liked exploring him, even when he slept. The corner of her mouth kicked up, her eyes sparkling. In fact it was more fun that way, nothing like waking up a guy a little more viscerally than a simple kiss on a cheek.
He moved, his hands on her hips as he nuzzled against her stomach. She smiled, resuming the stroking of his hair. It was still a little damp from the shower, the water having seeped through her body stocking. Her body temperature had cooled, her nipples standing erect and poking at the fine mesh of her covering. She would have pulled the sheets over them, but he didn’t seem to mind his ass being exposed to the air.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet covered so her skin couldn’t hurt him. She even wore panties just so he couldn’t kill himself as he lay on her. She had taken a little more of him earlier tonight. She hadn’t done it since that night at the benefit, guilt stopping her. But tonight…
She shivered, but not from the cold. She relived the scene in her head, her memories and his turning it into a complete sense-surround three-dimensional experience. Her lower body shifted restlessly, moisture gathering between her thighs at the mere thought.
As if he somehow knew, blue eyes looked up at her, and a now familiar smirk graced his lips as he pushed blond hair away from his face. “Not ready again, are you? Don’t you ever sleep?”
Gloved fingers lingered on his mouth, tracing the shape. “No rest for the wicked, sugar. You should know that.” She gripped his hair, pulling him up her body as she sat up to meet him halfway. “And you’ve been a very naughty boy if your thoughts are anything to go by.”
He was still smirking, his hand sliding up the side of her body to cup her breast. “You going to punish me for it?”
She arched an eyebrow, one hand resting on his cock. “Bet you’d like it if I had a whip.”
He rolled her nipple between forefinger and thumb, watching the way her head tilted back and her lips parted. “Only if you wear that leather uniform.”
She moaned quietly, her hand wrapping around his now hard cock. “Maybe next time. Tonight though…” she started stroking him, her motion firm and confident, “…I have other plans.”
He tucked some stray platinum hairs behind her ear, his fingers journeying down her body, and pressing against her clit through her panties. Her already soaking wet panties. He chuckled low in his throat, fingers starting to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes firmly fixed on her face, watching her reaction.
Normally his touch might have suffered given the way she was stroking him, but he’d learnt to adapt over the weeks. He pinched her nipple, deliberately causing her pain. She hissed out a breath, her rhythm faltering.
“Chase…” she moaned.
He rubbed her clit harder, pushing her back on the bed as he dipped his head and took her nipple between his teeth. “Keep stroking,” came the mumbled order.
She nodded, another moan her only verbal confirmation as her back arched. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes darker than usual. Her hand worked the length of his shaft, trying to keep the rhythm steady. His hips jerked, and she flashed him a triumphant smile.
He growled against her chest, retaliating by sinking his teeth into the swell of her breast. The cry she gave made his cock jump. He soothed the bite with his tongue, murmuring words of praise.
Her body trembled as he kept massaging her clit, the silk of her underwear so damp it almost felt like there was no barrier at all. She whimpered as it started to become too much, her hips bucking. When he took his fingers away, she choked back a sob at the loss.
He smoothed back her hair, and knelt above her as his hand joined hers around his cock, helping her to keep going. When he knew he was about to cum, he pushed aside her underwear, thrusting deep inside her and letting go with a guttural groan.
Her back arched as the orgasm tore through her and she cried out his name, her mutation having activated and she was experiencing his as well as her own. She watched the veins pulse under his skin, and she pushed against his chest.
He only just had enough energy to pull out, collapsing on the bed beside her as he panted and tried to stay to conscious. But he grinned like a madman, the opportunity to be inside her, and hear her scream like that too good to pass up.
Rogue also lay panting, her smile much more blissful than mad. She rolled over, her gloved hand stroking his chest as she watched him carefully.
“You okay?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes starting to close. “Just give me a minute.”
She sighed, turning him onto his side to face away from her so she could spoon him, her face protected by his hair. “You’re gonna need more than that, sugar.”
“Please tell me you’ll let me sleep now, and get some yourself,” he murmured as he took her gloved hand in his and held it to his chest. “You’re too much of a slave driver.”
She giggled, breathing in his scent as she closed her own eyes. She bit the inside of her cheek, preventing another remark as she let silence descend. He needed his rest; she’d drained him twice in one night and he had work tomorrow. She sucked in a breath, trying to fight the wave of guilt that suddenly crashed over her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered in apology, but he was already asleep
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