[NSFW] Familiar faces | RP with psylocked

[dontdotricks]

After his meeting, of sorts, with Logan, Remy was welcomed back to the mix by Storm, who told him to take the free room across from Rogue, albeit with a small smirk of her own. Totally for logistically purposes, apparently, in case they needed to go on a mission really quickly, they could leave together without creating too much ruckus. Remy just

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[psylocked]

Logan had indeed found Betsy later, but they're hot and heavy fuck in the change rooms had been quick, and Psylocke was still restless. She placed the blame squarely on Logan's broad shoulders. If he only just stayed the night, they'd be able to go until morning, and Betsy might actually stay satisfied. As it was, they fucked when the opportunity presented itself and left it at that.

Betsy made a face as she padded quietly towards the kitchen in little more than a tank top and tiny silk boxers. Let the teenage boys gawk all they wanted, she had nothing to hide.

Her purple eyes lit up as she saw Gambit in the kitchen. "Fancy meeting you here, darling. Long time, no shag."

[dontdotricks]

"Betsy Braddock. Fancy meeting you here, mon cherie," Remy said, even if Logan had mentioned earlier she was still on the team. It hadn't taken a huge leap of faith to assume she was living at the school as well. He still had that groggy, just awake feeling in his head and he fought off the urge to yawn. "Too much to hope you saved yourself for me?"

[psylocked]

"Mm, now why would I do a thing like that, Remy?" she asked as she moved closer to him, sweeping her purple hair from off her shoulders. "We both like to have fun, I can't see you stopping for two years to save yourself for me."

Betsy was close now, and she smiled as she pressed herself against Remy, hand cupping him as she leaned in for a kiss. "Now there's the Gambit I remember..."

[dontdotricks]

"Maybe I got boring in my old age," Remy suggested with a snort of amusement, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "Maybe I'm married," he added, raising his eyebrows.

[psylocked]

"And maybe I'm a nun," Betsy countered as she looked at him. She rubbed the heel of her hand against his crotch and dragged her tongue across her top lip. "You really married, Remy, or just trying to turn me down?"

[dontdotricks]

Remy braced himself back against the counter to give him some leverage. "If I'm married, I don't remember it. Who really knows anymore," he said with a small rough growl deep in his throat. "Are you really going to follow through on that or are you just welcoming me home?" he asked, glancing down at his crotch where were hand was planted like it belonged there.

[psylocked]

Psylocke grinned, and snapped open his pants to get her hand right inside, and her fingers around his length. "I definitely plan on following through unless you have some other girl waiting for you upstairs. Then again... when has that ever stopped either of us?" Her breathing became shallow the more she got aroused, and she shifted so one of his legs was between hers.

[dontdotricks]

Images of Rogue flashed into Remy's mind and his eyes dropped closed with a rough exhalation. "Never," he growled. His hips forced his cock against her hand for more friction and he claimed her lips in a heated kiss, turning them so he had her pressed up against the counter.

[psylocked]

Betsy kissed back hungrily, thinking that was all too convenient for Remy to have been here. And if she were honest about her other thoughts, Logan and Remy were sexy tag team she couldn't definitely get used to. Betsy moaned low in her throat as she started to stroke him in earnest, arching her back to press her breasts against his chest. "Are you here for her, darling? Should I put on a pair of gloves?"

[dontdotricks]

"Does it matter?" Remy returned, biting the words out distractedly as his hand disappeared down into her little silk knickers. His breath had becoming rough and ragged from arousal and his fingers slide with easy into her wet folds, expertly seeking out her clit. He kissed down the side of her throat and started sucking just below her ear. God help any thirsy kid that come looking for soda right right. Even if he was thinking about Rogue, it was all relative. What mattered right then was climax, and that's what it had always been with he and Betsy.

[psylocked]

She gave a shake of her head as her free hand gripped arm and she tilted her hips forward. It really didn't matter. She doubted they'd always thought about each other in this scenario, especially since he'd wanted Rogue for as long as Betsy could remember. She'd just been with Drake, and so Betsy had been a convenient alternative. It worked for because Remy was good in bed, and the climaxes were worth it. She squeezed the tip of his cock before running her hand back down the shaft and picking up her rhythm again, lips parted as she moaned.

[dontdotricks]

That thrill of getting caught was there and spurring the arousal sharply inside him. He smirked indulgently against her throat and pulled her knickers down over her hips and just low enough to give him access. Yeah, he was thinking about Rogue and of course he would much rather be taking her pressed against the kitchen counter, but sex was sex and Betsy offered it in abundance. He nudged her hand away from his cock so he could rub the hardened flesh teasingly against her, his hips thrusting jerkingly against hers. "Laisse moi te prendre, mon chérie," he purred, kissing back up to her lips and smiling deviously against them. "Right here."

Laisse moi te prendre, mon chérie = Let me take you, my darling

[psylocked]

Betsy was loving the idea of getting caught herself, although if Logan was the one that sprung them she still wasn't sure if he'd care and try and shred Remy, or just walk out and ignore it. Maybe he'd surprise her and stay and watch... Her hands slid down Remy's back and she gripped his arse hard as she thrust her hips forward. "Fuck yes..." she murmured against his lips, her body already pulsing in anticipation. Feeling him rub against her sent a shudder through her body, making her gasp.

[dontdotricks]

Remy smirked again and caught her lips in another bruising kiss. She was probably going to end up with bruises from the edge of the counter with how hard he was pushing her into it. But he had never been opposed to a little pain with his pleasure and knew Betsy was the same. His hand hooked under her thigh, parting her legs, and he drove into her in one deep, forceful thrust, growling in his throat as her wet heat engulfed his cock. It only took a couple of moments to brace himself and not send them toppling over from the force of the joining, and then he was pounding into her, more than making up for lost time between them.

[psylocked]

He knew her far too well, or at least how to get her off. Betsy moved her hands to brace against the counter, her moans punctuating every thrust. She drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it, a fine sheen of perspiration breaking out across her tanned skin as they continued. It wasn't going to take long for her to come undone, not when she had already been so horny, and not when it was Remy pounding into her. "Fuck, I missed you," she purred.

[dontdotricks]

Remy smiled through his exerted pants. "You're just saying that, chaton," he said breathlessly, not once losing a beat in his rhythm. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he shifted just a little to bend her backwards over the counter. The new position had his cock sweeping against her clit with every thrust and he dipped his head to kiss down over her chest, pushing his hand up under her top to finger over her hardened nipples. He grunted at the feeling of her body reacting to him and nuzzled over her covered cleavage.