Updated Fic: Agnihotri, Chapter 2, NC17
Title: Agnihotri
Fandom: Xmen: movie-verse
Pairing: Pyro/Rogue
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Spoilers for all films eventually, language, sex, naughty things with ice cream ;)
Notes: Original prompt was the_dark_garden challenge #145 "Kisses are a better fate than wisdom."~E. E. Cummings. But I've gone and gotten a tid bit carried away so it probably doesn't apply anymore *snicker*
Summary: Pyro plays with fire and everyone gets burned.
Rogue let Bobby hold her hand and tried to ignore the metallic click, snick…click, snick…click, snick of Pyro opening, lighting, and closing his lighter. He was standing right behind her, and for all the attention he was paying her, she could have been transparent as glass.
The thing was, he wasn’t acting any differently toward her than he usually did, but damn him to hell for making her want him to.
“So, ice creams, huh, Iceman?” Pyro asked lazily. He was looking around at the people in the shop, seemingly without much interest, but Rogue thought he might be just the slightest bit nervous. “How…predictable.”
Rogue elbowed him in the side. “Shut up.”
Pyro narrowed his eyes at her and said nothing. He started opening and closing his lighter again.
Bobby lifted his brows and looked between them. “You want anything, John?”
Pyro gave him a look that said clearly what a stupid question that was. “No.”
Bobby shrugged and turned back to give the woman behind the counter their order.
Rogue sighed. “If you don’t want anything, then why did you insist on coming with us?” she asked.
Instead of answering her, Pyro stepped up close against her back, not quite pressing himself against her, but close enough that she could feel the heat of his body and his breath on her neck. She shivered and shifted uneasily, but didn’t move away. Pyro’s eyes were on Bobby, who was chatting with the ice cream girl while he counted out exact change, but one of his hands slid down the small of her back, cupped her ass, and squeezed lightly.
Rogue caught her breath and jerked around, prepared to give him a sound tongue lashing, but he had already turned and was walking away. She watched him go around a table with three screaming, giggling children and two exhausted looking parents at it before he disappeared into the back of the shop.
“Where’d John go?” Bobby asked. He had an ice cream cone in each hand and he passed one to her.
She licked the ice cream and jerked a shoulder in a little half shrug. “Bathroom, I guess. Want to go sit down?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After sitting at the table, holding Bobby’s hand and licking, without much interest, at her strawberry ice cream until it was half gone and starting to melt, Rogue was becoming uncomfortable with the silence. She tried several times to engage Bobby in conversation about anything but got nothing but one word answers or bored looks for her trouble.
When he asked her about her classes and her homework she could almost feel her eyes glazing over with disinterest.
“Bobby, I think maybe we-shit!” Rogue hissed. The top of her melting ice cream had fallen off the cone and landed with a plop right in her lap. The cold, sticky, bright pink goo was soaking right through the crotch and upper thigh area of her white slacks. God, how totally and completely embarrassing.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she muttered. She reached around and threw the rest of the ice cream cone into the trash receptacle behind their booth, grabbed a handful of napkins from the little dispenser in the middle of the table, and tried to clean it up. She only succeeded in smearing it even more and inventing increasingly vulgar phrases to describe ice cream in general and strawberry ice cream in particular.
“Rogue, are you okay?” Bobby asked. He had thrown his ice cream away too and was reaching for more napkins to help her.
Rogue took them out of his hand, made a few more swipes with them to get rid of as much of it as she could, then threw them into the trash too and slid from the booth. “I’m going to the ladies’ room,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Do you need any help?” Bobby asked, looking concerned.
“No, I’m fine,” Rogue said. She caught a pimply-faced guy with headphones leering at her and glared at him. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
The guy acted like she’d reached out and smacked him across the face and she brushed by him without another word. She made her way to the back of the shop without anyone else staring at her pink crotch and went into the restroom.
She got a handful of paper towels, ran water on them, and tried to get the stuff off. It was a fairly warm day, so she hadn’t worn a coat or a sweater that she could have tied around her waist to cover it up until they got back to the school, and white showed everything anyway, but this…this was just humiliating.
And the stain was not coming out. Not even a little. In fact, if anything, it was spreading and getting worse and the water wasn’t helping at all.
“Fuck,” she muttered. She put her face in her hands with a resigned sigh and leaned forward on the countertop. “Now what?”
Rogue heard the door open and stood up, trying to look normal, hoping that whoever it was, they would just ignore her and go into one of the cubicles.
She heard a faint click, snick…click, snick and went absolutely still. “What are you doing in here? This is the ladies’ room.”
Pyro came up behind her and this time, he pressed himself flush against her, his hips pressing against her ass, trapping her against the counter. He bent his head and flicked his tongue once over the back of her ear, making her tremble. “Whatever I want,” he murmured. “What are you doing in here? I thought you and Frosty were on a date.”
He said the last word with such irony and contempt that she couldn’t help the twitch of a smile that curved her lips.
“I had…an accident,” she admitted. He rolled his hips against her, grinding her lightly into the counter, and she gasped. “John…don’t. Someone could…”
“I know,” he said. “Someone could come through that door at any moment.”
Pyro put his hands on her waist and moved her against him, his cock moving in the curve of her ass. Rogue moaned and let her head fall back on his shoulder. There were two layers of clothing between them and it didn’t make one damn bit of difference. Her pulse accelerated and her body tightened in response to the rhythm of his body behind her, surprising a soft cry from her throat.
He pressed his face into the tumbled hair beside her neck and breathed in her scent. “You know, I have a condom in my pocket right now,” he said softly. “If you were wearing a skirt and pantyhose instead of these”-he ran his hands over her ass, fingers catching briefly on the seams of her back pockets-“I’d throw you up on that counter and fuck you until you screamed.”
A bolt of pure lust shot straight through her belly at his words and she whimpered. “John, please…oh god, don’t…not here…I can’t…”
He chuckled and moved one of his hands over her hip to slide it between her thighs. He paused, then removed his hand from between her legs and looked at it. “What the hell is this?”
Rogue opened her eyes and looked at the pink stuff on his hand. She laughed a little breathlessly, then tilted her head and licked his fingers. “Strawberry ice cream,” she told him.
“Cute,” he said. He sounded disgusted and kind of shaky, and he shivered at the touch of her flesh, his breathing becoming a little shallow.
Rogue thought about licking the rest off of his hand, knew that he would like the idea of her doing something like that, but then, judging from the way he was trembling ever so slightly, she decided she probably shouldn’t. She didn’t want to hurt him, and no matter how unafraid of her Pyro pretended to be-if he was pretending-she’d been inside his head and taken a little piece of him with her when she left, so she knew that whatever it was she did with the simplest touch was nothing even resembling pleasant.
So instead of sliding her tongue along his fingers like she wanted, she shifted away from him a little and reached over to grab a handful of paper towels from the dispenser beside the sink. She got them wet and cleaned the melted sweet stuff off of him without any problems at all.
Pyro watched her do it, and it may not have been sexy, but Rogue decided that she could forego being sexy if him writhing on the floor was the alternative.
“Turn around,” Pyro said when she was finished. She started to, but when she didn’t do it fast enough, he dug his fingers into her hips and turned her around himself. “Look at that,” he said, looking down at the pink stain.
Rogue didn’t need to look at it. She’d seen it. Besides, she’d much rather watch Pyro as he dropped his knees before her on the tile floor with that look in his eyes. “John…what-?”
“Why the fuck did you wear white pants for?” he asked. He grabbed the front pockets and jerked her hips forward and she caught her breath.
“I thought they were…nice.”
His lips curved in a mischievous grin and she couldn’t help noticing that his mouth was right there, almost touching her. If he moved just the tiniest bit closer, his lips would be pressed against the front seam of her slacks. He didn’t move closer. Not yet.
“John, someone could come in here…and…and Bobby’s waiting for-”
“He’ll wait,” Pyro said.
“He might come looking for me-”
“He won’t. This is the ladies’ room, remember? And he’s Bobby.”
“I-”
He put his tongue against the crotch of her pants and licked the pink stained material. He did it just once, watching her face the whole time, and Rogue started to tremble. “You like that?” he whispered. He did it again and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, watching him. “This strawberry shit’s disgusting,” he said.
Rogue started to laugh and he put his mouth over her and sucked, hard. Her laughter died and she made a startled sound and threaded her fingers through his hair as he continued to suck and lick at her through the wet fabric. She moaned at the little pleasurable tugging sensations and the heat of his mouth on her clit. He saw her reaction and made a pleased humming sound in the back of his throat that vibrated deep inside her and made her breath feel like warm honey in her lungs. He was using his mouth to do things to her that no one had ever dared do to her, his tongue and lips touching her somewhere that no one had ever touched her. She was torn between wanting to push him away out of loyalty to Bobby, and the pure decadent wonder of what she was feeling that left very little room for such thoughts at all.
Neither of them heard the door open, so they jumped when a strange female voice said, “Oh! Oh, my god!”
Rogue’s eyes snapped open and her fingers clenched in Pyro’s hair. He twisted around enough to see a plump woman with greying hair and a pink and yellow spotted cardigan staring at them with wide eyes. She was holding a toddler on one hip and the kid took its thumb out of its mouth long enough to wave at them and give John a toothless grin.
“In a public place! You children should be ashamed of yourselves,” the woman said, then backed quickly out of the rest room.
“Oh, my god,” Rogue whispered, completely mortified.
Pyro pressed his face into her hip and laughed.
“This is not, funny, St. John!” Rogue snapped, shoving his shoulder. “She could tell the manager and-”
He snickered and got to his feet. “She’s not going to tell anyone. She’s too embarrassed,” he said. He twined a lock of her hair around one finger. “You’re flushing.”
She batted his hand away. “So?”
He leaned in to her and brushed his mouth briefly over hers, leaning back again when her skin came alive under his touch. “So I think it’s sexy as hell,” he murmured.
Rogue blushed, shoved him away, and started for the door. “Cut it out,” she said. “Come on. Bobby’s waiting for us.”
Pyro cleared his throat behind her and she paused. “What?”
He lifted a brow and looked at the crotch of her pants, which was still stained a bright baby pink. “You going out there like that?”
“Shit, no.” She glanced around the bathroom for something to cover it up with, but of course there was nothing.
“Here,” Pyro said, pulling his sweater off and holding it out to her.
Rogue took it and put it on over her blouse. It was a size too large for John, so it was about two sizes too large for Rogue and came down to her mid-thigh. “Thank you,” she said. Then she looked at him, standing there bare-chested, and said, “You can’t go out there like that.”
He smiled and took his lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit a cigarette, snapped the lighter closed, and blew smoke at her. “Watch me,” he said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, Rogue started wearing skirts and pantyhose.
Fandom: Xmen: movie-verse
Pairing: Pyro/Rogue
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Spoilers for all films eventually, language, sex, naughty things with ice cream ;)
Notes: Original prompt was the_dark_garden challenge #145 "Kisses are a better fate than wisdom."~E. E. Cummings. But I've gone and gotten a tid bit carried away so it probably doesn't apply anymore *snicker*
Summary: Pyro plays with fire and everyone gets burned.
Rogue let Bobby hold her hand and tried to ignore the metallic click, snick…click, snick…click, snick of Pyro opening, lighting, and closing his lighter. He was standing right behind her, and for all the attention he was paying her, she could have been transparent as glass.
The thing was, he wasn’t acting any differently toward her than he usually did, but damn him to hell for making her want him to.
“So, ice creams, huh, Iceman?” Pyro asked lazily. He was looking around at the people in the shop, seemingly without much interest, but Rogue thought he might be just the slightest bit nervous. “How…predictable.”
Rogue elbowed him in the side. “Shut up.”
Pyro narrowed his eyes at her and said nothing. He started opening and closing his lighter again.
Bobby lifted his brows and looked between them. “You want anything, John?”
Pyro gave him a look that said clearly what a stupid question that was. “No.”
Bobby shrugged and turned back to give the woman behind the counter their order.
Rogue sighed. “If you don’t want anything, then why did you insist on coming with us?” she asked.
Instead of answering her, Pyro stepped up close against her back, not quite pressing himself against her, but close enough that she could feel the heat of his body and his breath on her neck. She shivered and shifted uneasily, but didn’t move away. Pyro’s eyes were on Bobby, who was chatting with the ice cream girl while he counted out exact change, but one of his hands slid down the small of her back, cupped her ass, and squeezed lightly.
Rogue caught her breath and jerked around, prepared to give him a sound tongue lashing, but he had already turned and was walking away. She watched him go around a table with three screaming, giggling children and two exhausted looking parents at it before he disappeared into the back of the shop.
“Where’d John go?” Bobby asked. He had an ice cream cone in each hand and he passed one to her.
She licked the ice cream and jerked a shoulder in a little half shrug. “Bathroom, I guess. Want to go sit down?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After sitting at the table, holding Bobby’s hand and licking, without much interest, at her strawberry ice cream until it was half gone and starting to melt, Rogue was becoming uncomfortable with the silence. She tried several times to engage Bobby in conversation about anything but got nothing but one word answers or bored looks for her trouble.
When he asked her about her classes and her homework she could almost feel her eyes glazing over with disinterest.
“Bobby, I think maybe we-shit!” Rogue hissed. The top of her melting ice cream had fallen off the cone and landed with a plop right in her lap. The cold, sticky, bright pink goo was soaking right through the crotch and upper thigh area of her white slacks. God, how totally and completely embarrassing.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she muttered. She reached around and threw the rest of the ice cream cone into the trash receptacle behind their booth, grabbed a handful of napkins from the little dispenser in the middle of the table, and tried to clean it up. She only succeeded in smearing it even more and inventing increasingly vulgar phrases to describe ice cream in general and strawberry ice cream in particular.
“Rogue, are you okay?” Bobby asked. He had thrown his ice cream away too and was reaching for more napkins to help her.
Rogue took them out of his hand, made a few more swipes with them to get rid of as much of it as she could, then threw them into the trash too and slid from the booth. “I’m going to the ladies’ room,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Do you need any help?” Bobby asked, looking concerned.
“No, I’m fine,” Rogue said. She caught a pimply-faced guy with headphones leering at her and glared at him. “What the fuck are you looking at?”
The guy acted like she’d reached out and smacked him across the face and she brushed by him without another word. She made her way to the back of the shop without anyone else staring at her pink crotch and went into the restroom.
She got a handful of paper towels, ran water on them, and tried to get the stuff off. It was a fairly warm day, so she hadn’t worn a coat or a sweater that she could have tied around her waist to cover it up until they got back to the school, and white showed everything anyway, but this…this was just humiliating.
And the stain was not coming out. Not even a little. In fact, if anything, it was spreading and getting worse and the water wasn’t helping at all.
“Fuck,” she muttered. She put her face in her hands with a resigned sigh and leaned forward on the countertop. “Now what?”
Rogue heard the door open and stood up, trying to look normal, hoping that whoever it was, they would just ignore her and go into one of the cubicles.
She heard a faint click, snick…click, snick and went absolutely still. “What are you doing in here? This is the ladies’ room.”
Pyro came up behind her and this time, he pressed himself flush against her, his hips pressing against her ass, trapping her against the counter. He bent his head and flicked his tongue once over the back of her ear, making her tremble. “Whatever I want,” he murmured. “What are you doing in here? I thought you and Frosty were on a date.”
He said the last word with such irony and contempt that she couldn’t help the twitch of a smile that curved her lips.
“I had…an accident,” she admitted. He rolled his hips against her, grinding her lightly into the counter, and she gasped. “John…don’t. Someone could…”
“I know,” he said. “Someone could come through that door at any moment.”
Pyro put his hands on her waist and moved her against him, his cock moving in the curve of her ass. Rogue moaned and let her head fall back on his shoulder. There were two layers of clothing between them and it didn’t make one damn bit of difference. Her pulse accelerated and her body tightened in response to the rhythm of his body behind her, surprising a soft cry from her throat.
He pressed his face into the tumbled hair beside her neck and breathed in her scent. “You know, I have a condom in my pocket right now,” he said softly. “If you were wearing a skirt and pantyhose instead of these”-he ran his hands over her ass, fingers catching briefly on the seams of her back pockets-“I’d throw you up on that counter and fuck you until you screamed.”
A bolt of pure lust shot straight through her belly at his words and she whimpered. “John, please…oh god, don’t…not here…I can’t…”
He chuckled and moved one of his hands over her hip to slide it between her thighs. He paused, then removed his hand from between her legs and looked at it. “What the hell is this?”
Rogue opened her eyes and looked at the pink stuff on his hand. She laughed a little breathlessly, then tilted her head and licked his fingers. “Strawberry ice cream,” she told him.
“Cute,” he said. He sounded disgusted and kind of shaky, and he shivered at the touch of her flesh, his breathing becoming a little shallow.
Rogue thought about licking the rest off of his hand, knew that he would like the idea of her doing something like that, but then, judging from the way he was trembling ever so slightly, she decided she probably shouldn’t. She didn’t want to hurt him, and no matter how unafraid of her Pyro pretended to be-if he was pretending-she’d been inside his head and taken a little piece of him with her when she left, so she knew that whatever it was she did with the simplest touch was nothing even resembling pleasant.
So instead of sliding her tongue along his fingers like she wanted, she shifted away from him a little and reached over to grab a handful of paper towels from the dispenser beside the sink. She got them wet and cleaned the melted sweet stuff off of him without any problems at all.
Pyro watched her do it, and it may not have been sexy, but Rogue decided that she could forego being sexy if him writhing on the floor was the alternative.
“Turn around,” Pyro said when she was finished. She started to, but when she didn’t do it fast enough, he dug his fingers into her hips and turned her around himself. “Look at that,” he said, looking down at the pink stain.
Rogue didn’t need to look at it. She’d seen it. Besides, she’d much rather watch Pyro as he dropped his knees before her on the tile floor with that look in his eyes. “John…what-?”
“Why the fuck did you wear white pants for?” he asked. He grabbed the front pockets and jerked her hips forward and she caught her breath.
“I thought they were…nice.”
His lips curved in a mischievous grin and she couldn’t help noticing that his mouth was right there, almost touching her. If he moved just the tiniest bit closer, his lips would be pressed against the front seam of her slacks. He didn’t move closer. Not yet.
“John, someone could come in here…and…and Bobby’s waiting for-”
“He’ll wait,” Pyro said.
“He might come looking for me-”
“He won’t. This is the ladies’ room, remember? And he’s Bobby.”
“I-”
He put his tongue against the crotch of her pants and licked the pink stained material. He did it just once, watching her face the whole time, and Rogue started to tremble. “You like that?” he whispered. He did it again and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, watching him. “This strawberry shit’s disgusting,” he said.
Rogue started to laugh and he put his mouth over her and sucked, hard. Her laughter died and she made a startled sound and threaded her fingers through his hair as he continued to suck and lick at her through the wet fabric. She moaned at the little pleasurable tugging sensations and the heat of his mouth on her clit. He saw her reaction and made a pleased humming sound in the back of his throat that vibrated deep inside her and made her breath feel like warm honey in her lungs. He was using his mouth to do things to her that no one had ever dared do to her, his tongue and lips touching her somewhere that no one had ever touched her. She was torn between wanting to push him away out of loyalty to Bobby, and the pure decadent wonder of what she was feeling that left very little room for such thoughts at all.
Neither of them heard the door open, so they jumped when a strange female voice said, “Oh! Oh, my god!”
Rogue’s eyes snapped open and her fingers clenched in Pyro’s hair. He twisted around enough to see a plump woman with greying hair and a pink and yellow spotted cardigan staring at them with wide eyes. She was holding a toddler on one hip and the kid took its thumb out of its mouth long enough to wave at them and give John a toothless grin.
“In a public place! You children should be ashamed of yourselves,” the woman said, then backed quickly out of the rest room.
“Oh, my god,” Rogue whispered, completely mortified.
Pyro pressed his face into her hip and laughed.
“This is not, funny, St. John!” Rogue snapped, shoving his shoulder. “She could tell the manager and-”
He snickered and got to his feet. “She’s not going to tell anyone. She’s too embarrassed,” he said. He twined a lock of her hair around one finger. “You’re flushing.”
She batted his hand away. “So?”
He leaned in to her and brushed his mouth briefly over hers, leaning back again when her skin came alive under his touch. “So I think it’s sexy as hell,” he murmured.
Rogue blushed, shoved him away, and started for the door. “Cut it out,” she said. “Come on. Bobby’s waiting for us.”
Pyro cleared his throat behind her and she paused. “What?”
He lifted a brow and looked at the crotch of her pants, which was still stained a bright baby pink. “You going out there like that?”
“Shit, no.” She glanced around the bathroom for something to cover it up with, but of course there was nothing.
“Here,” Pyro said, pulling his sweater off and holding it out to her.
Rogue took it and put it on over her blouse. It was a size too large for John, so it was about two sizes too large for Rogue and came down to her mid-thigh. “Thank you,” she said. Then she looked at him, standing there bare-chested, and said, “You can’t go out there like that.”
He smiled and took his lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit a cigarette, snapped the lighter closed, and blew smoke at her. “Watch me,” he said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, Rogue started wearing skirts and pantyhose.