coauthor:house/xmen:chase/rogue:myo: a touch too much
Title:"A Touch Too Much" by AC/DC
Author(s): chasemd (for the co-written table with justalilcontact)
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 15 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 881
Summary: A touch is never too much...
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time
I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldn't do
“A Touch Too Much” by AC/DC
I sometimes find it amusing that Rogue thinks of herself as the ‘untouchable girl’. Not amusing in that I’m pulling the piss out of her or anything. I could never do that. At least not unless we’re pulling the piss out of ourselves together, which is something we do a lot. That’s another thing I love about her… how easy it is to laugh with her. But that could be a whole other story in itself.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I found the touch thing unusual to start with, but only for the pure and simple reason that she told me if she touched me without control, she’d zap into my thoughts. That was the only thing that really bothered me about it, but it was never enough to stop me wanting more.
We met online, as you do when you’re stuck at work on a nightshift with no surgery to keep you occupied. I can’t even remember now exactly what hooked me to her at that point, I just know that the first time we met in person there was that electricity there that neither of us could deny. After that, I’m not sure there was anything she could’ve told me that would’ve stopped me wanting her. We shared secrets and heartaches, as well as hours upon hours of heated passion. Then we fumbled our way blindly through what probably was the beginning of a very unique relationship. We never professed to know what we were doing, or how we wanted to do it. Neither of us did. We just connected and it worked and perhaps we’re still fumbling, but so what?
It’s not been easy. Not at all. Relationships still scare me and I’m still scared I’m going to somehow fuck this all up with her. But one thing I’ve learnt is that what could potentially be our biggest and most painful barrier is also what is most important and vital for us…
Touch.
It’s not just one of the five senses. When you love someone, it’s a feeling, it’s a tool for communication, it’s a gesture of appreciation, it’s an embrace when things are hurting, it’s just another way to say ‘I love you’. For us, it started out as an apprehension. For Rogue, she thought I would run once she told me about her skin. For me once she told me, a fear that she would hate me for what she might see through her touch. I’m glad we proved each other wrong. Now, over the time, it’s just become facet of awareness for us both; something we go about without really even thinking about it. A brief glance at the clock during our lovemaking, pulling back from a hello kiss to be able to prolong the sexual contact later, knowing the soft caresses through fabric barriers mean just as much as skin-on-skin.
When the silent touches began the other night with a directive finger to my lips to remain quite, of course I was immediately tempted to tease her right back. Curiosity won in the end, however. I needed to know what she was up to, though it was obvious I was getting no verbal explanations. I didn’t really want any either. We have an agreement. We each get little packages of time to do whatever we choose and the other must follow the lead. I often have the tendency to indulge my time with as much clothes-tearing, biting, sweaty, eager, noisy sex as possible; a not-so-unfortunate side effect of a work schedule like mine. And a lot of the time, Rogue’s choices were of similar nature, but she also had a tendency to completely take me by surprise with something new… which is what she was doing with these silent, slow touches.
It was driving me wild. The intrigue was fuelling my arousal and I had a hard-on that could’ve broken a door down. But she forced my eye contact the whole time, her fingers moving over my body, but our eyes locked together. I wanted her. I tried to break her resolve, break her concentration, but she was determined to send all my senses sparking with electricity with her finger tips and I just knew that she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
I didn’t know what she was up to at first, but I soon realised she was experiencing something as simple as exploring me; in a way that wasn’t really a priority during sex. I knew it wasn’t because she didn’t know my body. That notion was impossible because physically, we knew each other extremely well. But this time, it was like she was mapping my skin and body, locking it away in her mind for future use. And I couldn’t deny it - I loved it. Maybe I didn’t completely understand it, but I also realised then that I didn’t need to understand it. I just needed to melt into it and enjoy it because not everything about being together needed to be analysed and locked into a rule book. Some things were just special because they needed no explanation. And some things were just special because they were like nothing else ever in existence.
This was my Rogue in essence, with or without a little touch.
- Companion to THIS PIECE written by justalilcontact
Author(s): chasemd (for the co-written table with justalilcontact)
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 15 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 881
Summary: A touch is never too much...
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time
I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldn't do
“A Touch Too Much” by AC/DC
I sometimes find it amusing that Rogue thinks of herself as the ‘untouchable girl’. Not amusing in that I’m pulling the piss out of her or anything. I could never do that. At least not unless we’re pulling the piss out of ourselves together, which is something we do a lot. That’s another thing I love about her… how easy it is to laugh with her. But that could be a whole other story in itself.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I found the touch thing unusual to start with, but only for the pure and simple reason that she told me if she touched me without control, she’d zap into my thoughts. That was the only thing that really bothered me about it, but it was never enough to stop me wanting more.
We met online, as you do when you’re stuck at work on a nightshift with no surgery to keep you occupied. I can’t even remember now exactly what hooked me to her at that point, I just know that the first time we met in person there was that electricity there that neither of us could deny. After that, I’m not sure there was anything she could’ve told me that would’ve stopped me wanting her. We shared secrets and heartaches, as well as hours upon hours of heated passion. Then we fumbled our way blindly through what probably was the beginning of a very unique relationship. We never professed to know what we were doing, or how we wanted to do it. Neither of us did. We just connected and it worked and perhaps we’re still fumbling, but so what?
It’s not been easy. Not at all. Relationships still scare me and I’m still scared I’m going to somehow fuck this all up with her. But one thing I’ve learnt is that what could potentially be our biggest and most painful barrier is also what is most important and vital for us…
Touch.
It’s not just one of the five senses. When you love someone, it’s a feeling, it’s a tool for communication, it’s a gesture of appreciation, it’s an embrace when things are hurting, it’s just another way to say ‘I love you’. For us, it started out as an apprehension. For Rogue, she thought I would run once she told me about her skin. For me once she told me, a fear that she would hate me for what she might see through her touch. I’m glad we proved each other wrong. Now, over the time, it’s just become facet of awareness for us both; something we go about without really even thinking about it. A brief glance at the clock during our lovemaking, pulling back from a hello kiss to be able to prolong the sexual contact later, knowing the soft caresses through fabric barriers mean just as much as skin-on-skin.
When the silent touches began the other night with a directive finger to my lips to remain quite, of course I was immediately tempted to tease her right back. Curiosity won in the end, however. I needed to know what she was up to, though it was obvious I was getting no verbal explanations. I didn’t really want any either. We have an agreement. We each get little packages of time to do whatever we choose and the other must follow the lead. I often have the tendency to indulge my time with as much clothes-tearing, biting, sweaty, eager, noisy sex as possible; a not-so-unfortunate side effect of a work schedule like mine. And a lot of the time, Rogue’s choices were of similar nature, but she also had a tendency to completely take me by surprise with something new… which is what she was doing with these silent, slow touches.
It was driving me wild. The intrigue was fuelling my arousal and I had a hard-on that could’ve broken a door down. But she forced my eye contact the whole time, her fingers moving over my body, but our eyes locked together. I wanted her. I tried to break her resolve, break her concentration, but she was determined to send all my senses sparking with electricity with her finger tips and I just knew that she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
I didn’t know what she was up to at first, but I soon realised she was experiencing something as simple as exploring me; in a way that wasn’t really a priority during sex. I knew it wasn’t because she didn’t know my body. That notion was impossible because physically, we knew each other extremely well. But this time, it was like she was mapping my skin and body, locking it away in her mind for future use. And I couldn’t deny it - I loved it. Maybe I didn’t completely understand it, but I also realised then that I didn’t need to understand it. I just needed to melt into it and enjoy it because not everything about being together needed to be analysed and locked into a rule book. Some things were just special because they needed no explanation. And some things were just special because they were like nothing else ever in existence.
This was my Rogue in essence, with or without a little touch.
- Companion to THIS PIECE written by justalilcontact