coauthor:house/xmen:chase/rogue:myo:i just want to make love to you
Title: “I Just Want To Make Love To You ” by The Rolling Stones
Author(s): chasemd & justalilcontact
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 10 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual content)
Word Count: 3,449
Summary: Chase is hungry, but for what?
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
I don’t want you cook my bread
I don’t want you make my bed
I don’t want your money too
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
“I Just Want To Make Love To You ” by The Rolling Stones
As is one of the joys of being a rotational shift working doctor, Chase would often find himself on a day shift right in the middle of a run of night shifts, and he hated it. His body clock was always thrown out, which included his stomach deciding when meal times were. This had him arriving home at three thirty pm, banging in the front door and dumping his bag and keys at the door, kicking his shoes off, pulling his jacket and tie off, and loosening the first few buttons of his shirt. By the time he reached the kitchen, he looked nothing of the professional doctor he had when he left the hospital.
"Ohhhh my fucking god so hungry," he moaned, sounding like he hadn't eaten in a week. He beelined right to the fridge and yanked it opened, then proceeding to remove ice cream, a tin of cream, a packet of chocolate biscuits, a block of cheese, and some leftover Chinese takeout.
Rogue bounded into the kitchen, her face breaking out into a grin as she set eyes upon the Doc. Her Doc. She was definitely getting to see the benefits of this whole living together thing. She understood that his shifts could be all over the place, but the fact that she was still already here to see him made that all better. She didn't have to put up with phone calls, and emails, and maybe seeing him if either could be bothered with the drive.
Her grin fell as she saw what he was about to eat, a horrified look on her face. "What the hell is all that? Doc! You can't eat all that, that's... What are ya gonna do with a goddamn block of cheese?!"
Chase froze, looking like a kid who had just been caught smearing the wall with mud or giving his sister a wedgie. His hands were occupied with the cheese and the tub of ice cream. He blinked. "Eat it," he said honestly. "Or at least a good portion of it."
Rogue blinked, brown eyes narrowing just a little as she cocked an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. In her tight jeans, and tank top the act was probably more provocative than was intended. She was gearing up for a righteous southern anger riff, her boyfriend's choices in food clearly setting off something inside her.
"You cannot be serious. That's... you have cream, and ice cream, and cheese, and cookies, and Chinese! You can't eat it. That's disgustin'. At least the eatin' 'em all together thing. Maybe if you were only gonna eat one of 'em."
She huffed out a breath. "Put it all back, and I'll cook ya somethin'."
Chase looked helplessly at the food items. "Not all together!" he protested. "More like one after the other. You know, like a production line." His face took a look that definitely could be accused of being a pout. "But I'm starving! Right now starving!" His stomach, perfect timing as always, growled loudly.
For a moment her features softened, and she was almost going to just let him get on with it. Almost. Then she took another look at what he was eating, and even on her worst days she couldn't remember ever eating that much junk. And for some reason seeing him with a block of cheese was really doing her head in.
"So eat an apple! Eat some celery, hell just gnaw on me!" She dropped her arms back down to her sides, and tucked her platinum streaks behind her ears before she placed a kiss on his forehead. "Please, just let me cook for ya. It'll be much more satisfyin', and a lot better than all of," she gestured at the array of items, "that."
"Celery?" Chase asked, sticking his tongue out. "I don't even like that in things," he complained.
He had the cheese tucked possessively against his chest, seemingly more than prepared to get into a wrestling match with it. "How quickly can you cook, because I'm wasting away here. I could wither away and die from lack of cheese and ice cream." If Rogue hadn't been there, he would've already been halfway through the Chinese while working on cutting up the cheese. This was one of those girlfriend things he was going to have to get used to. He peered up at her and then made a whining sound that indicated he'd given in.
Rogue flicked her fingers at his hair and smirked lightly. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against him as she reached for one of the chocolate cookies and stuck it in his mouth. "I'll compromise." She took the cheese off him, and slid it a little way down the table. "I'll even use your precious cheese, okay?"
She scooped up everything else and returned them to their places as she quickly ran through a list of things in her mind that were quick and involved cheese. "You like omelettes, right?"
Chase was almost lost in the bliss of the cookie until she pressed up against him. He smiled around the mouthful, quickly chewing and swallowing it as he nodded. "Sure. Though, every time I try to make them, they just end up scrambled eggs with things in them," he admitted, leaning and trying to reach around her towards the cookie packet.
Rogue slapped his hand away, and her eyes contained a definite mischievous glint. "No stealin' cookies. You had yours, now be patient. Otherwise I can't promise there'll be sex more than once today."
She picked up the packet and took it back to the fridge as she got out eggs, tomatoes, pepper, and some fresh herbs that were now a staple in the fridge since she'd moved in. She bumped the door shut with her hip, and dropped everything--but the eggs--on the counter. The eggs she kept hold of for once she'd found a bowl to crack them into.
"Most things you try and cook can end up like that. Ain't like they're gonna be anythin' they're meant to unless you practice. First time I made a cake it kinda had a jaunty angle to it."
Chase was hovering impatiently near the kitchen table. "First time I made a cake, I ate it all out of the bowl and it never made the oven. Most cakes I make end up like that." He was trying to judge how quickly he could move and steal another cookie without getting a head slap. He figured the chances were low, though perhaps worth it. "'Course, the packet cakes were the best ever invention for that. You don't have to fuck around with all the flour and shit."
He chewed on the tip of his finger, watching her move around the kitchen with ease. He cleared his throat, and shifted impatiently again as his eyes dropped down to her arse.
Rogue moved back towards the fridge to grab the milk, hips dipping and swaying. She always had moved with sensuality. At least since she'd realised the power that body language held. She figured that was down to her ability manifesting. She made up for the lack of touch by emphasizing the other things.
She glanced at Chase and grinned. "If I kept eatin' everythin' I baked before it made it to the oven I'd be as fat as a house. Remind me to bake us some cupcakes so ya can have 'em around for when you're peckish."
"Mm, peckish," Chase agreed distractedly. He stepped forward, one hand going to her arse as he pressed himself up against her back. His lips fell to the back of her neck and he started to suck softly, rocking his hips against her arse. His other hand started to wander, across her hips, over her stomach to her breast and he purred in her ear when he reached his destination.
She sucked in a breath, her head tilting to the side to expose her neck. "Thought you wanted me to be quick?" she asked softly. She wriggled her ass, rubbing it against him as she bit her lip to stop a moan escaping. Her eyes had darkened, and a familiar flush was quickly spreading its way across her skin. "You better not be thinkin' about any skin contact, Doc. My control really ain't up to scratch right now."
She realised how contradictory that sounded given she'd already exposed her neck. She couldn't help it though, she just automatically responded to his cues. Her scarves and gloves were back in their room, and the only thing that would protect him was her body stocking, and clothes.
He was definitely thinking about it. One hunger had quickly transformed into the other. "I'll be quick," he growled, pulling her shirt up and teasing his fingers in under her bra to massage the silky soft flesh there. He hummed contentedly in his throat, rubbing his now-full and fiercely hard erection against her arse. He nipped softly at her shoulder, more than happy for horny to take over hungry any day.
Rogue's lips parted as she moaned, her hand dropping the whisk so one hand clutched at the counter, and the other reached behind her to grip some part of Chase. Any part. She just needed to touch a part of him. "Doc..."
She wasn't exactly complaining about the change of events, in fact she was very much on the verge of begging him to take her from behind. She settled for another moan, and her fingers digging into his thigh.
Chase allowed himself a moment to curse this being a 'not scrubs' day. Still, he liked to think he was clever when he needed to be. He kept her braced against him with one arm as he quickly unhooked his belt single-handed and then moved onto the zip of his trousers. He stopped for a moment, wrapping both his arms around her, urging her to turn her head so he could kiss her deeply over her shoulder.
A shiver of anticipation had run down her spine at hearing his zipper go down. Rogue was still amazed that Chase had her on edge and practically melting in his arms within seconds. She shouldn't be surprised, though. Their physical chemistry was second to none; had been since they'd first met. She parted her lips for him, her tongue meeting his as she too tried to get her jeans down single handedly.
Chase had a tendency to be a bit thick naive sometimes. Somewhere in his brain, he realised this was going to be one of those times not all clothes would end up removed. This, in his brain, meant they were a bit more safe than being completely naked. Of course, he was hungry and he was horny, so he would likely put the lapse in rationality down to that. Semi-clothes meant semi-safe, right?
Unfortunately, he didn't have much more stamina to continue thoughts like that. The kiss continued, but he put his hand over the top of hers to help her push her jeans and underwear down. Although they didn't really know this, their thoughts were connected once again and he wanted nothing more than to take her from behind, bent over the kitchen counter.
"Sugar..." she breathed out, pulling back a little to break the contact, "... I know this ain't the most romantic thing to say, but... ya do have a condom, right?" She wrestled her hand from under his the moment her clothes got past her knees, her eyes closing as she tried to gain some kind of control.
Her skin was humming, and she licked at her lips. "Mm..." Her eyes opened again, and she looked at him. She felt this urge to say something, but the words never made it past her lips as they crashed against his, and she was kissing him again.
Yeah, there was a condom somewhere. That was enough, right? They didn't need it, anyway. She was on the pill now, all was good. Just more kissing, then he would find the condom... somewhere. He slipped his fingers between her legs, rubbing her and letting them sink deeper inside her to stroke her clit with his thumb. He moaned into her mouth, feeling her wet heat around his hand.
He freed his cock from the confines of his pants, cupping it in his hand for a moment before nestling it against her arse. This time the moan turned into a deep, hungry growl. He couldn't get enough. He wanted her, needed her, and now.
She moaned low in the back of her throat, the sound morphing into a growl to echo his. Her hand came up to grab the back of his neck, her hunger matching his. Lordy, she wanted him so much. She widened her stance, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers. As his cocked rubbed against her she gave a whimper, not even considering the fact that he hadn't put on a condom.
All she felt now was the desire coiled tight in the pit of her stomach, and the sensations spiraling through her as he stroked her. "Please," she begged, needing more.
He needed no more request than that. Her voice sent shockwaves through his body and he crashed his lips against her for one last rough, hungry kiss, then pulled back. He eased her over the nearby counter, making sure she was braced okay beneath him. His hand swept across her hip and rested on her lower back as he positioned himself behind her and then entered her in a deep thrust, pressing his fingers against her clit simultaneously to increase the mixture of sensations he was offering her.
She let out a strangled cry, her hands pressing against the counter and clenched tightly around him. Something in the back of her mind told her that what they were doing was wrong, but she ignored it. It felt too damn good to be wrong. It was so very, very right. She moaned out his name, her breath coming out in shallow pants.
Chase rocked back, the new position aiding him taking her as deeply as he could. Somewhere along the way he'd forgotten about his growling stomach. Somewhere along the way, he'd forgotten about everything but her. He thrust quickly and rhythmically into her, still stroking her clit with his fingers. He brushed them lower, low enough to feel himself buried inside her and he panted out her name, now leaning forward and pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.
She was already trembling, her nails scratching uselessly at the smooth surface of the counter. She moaned his name with every thrust, perspiration breaking out over her skin. Her eyes were hooded, and she turned her head as she tried to get a glimpse of him. A loud moan escaped as the sensations started to build up, and her head fell forward.
The fact that they'd lost track of time, of everything but each other meant that she'd stopped counting the seconds and minutes she'd managed to keep up her control. Her mutation activated, the veins pulsing under her skin and Chase's. She cried out, a combination of the boosted arousal, and the fear of hurting him.
Chase felt that sucking force of pain, sending his body rigid. This time, he knew what was happening, so although it was a shock, it wasn't a completely new shock. He struggled to try and pull away, feeling stuck at first in his panic. The last thing he wanted was her filled with his worries of the NICU shifts, as well as still harbouring the fear of seeing her so hurt back at Xavier's and of the doctor there telling him the baby was gone.
He managed to break apart from her, pulling out of her abruptly and stumbling back against the fridge. He sunk to the floor, gasping for breath as the pain pulsed through him. It would pass. He knew it would pass.
Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and Rogue kicked out of her jeans while managing to pull up her panties. She rushed over to him, dropping onto her knees as she tried to check he was okay without really touching him. Her hands fell onto his chest where it was protected by his shirt and she looked at him in concern. Her skin was still flushed, her lips kiss-swollen, and she'd be lying through her pretty white teeth if she didn't admit to still being horny as hell.
"Chase? Oh Lordy, Doc, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
Chase shook his head, sucking in some sharp breaths. "I'm okay. It's okay," he panted, looking up at her and swiping the back of his across his forehead. "Sore, but okay.... Sorry... should've... condom..."
He reached up and shakily touched her hair. "Sorry... the thoughts..."
Rogue sniffed, her hands moving to carefully zip him back up so she could sit between his legs. Perhaps it was strange to be creating such an intimate moment in the kitchen, but they'd never been conventional. She rested her head against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, assuring herself he was okay. She figured as long as it still beat then he'd be okay.
"Ssh, don't worry about it." She hated hurting him. The guilt ate away at her, and she chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to ignore his voice in her head. She saw snatches of memories, impressions of events she really shouldn't have any knowledge of. "Both of us should've. Ain't like we don't know the consequences."
Chase put his arms around her, resting his head down on top of hers as he swallowed away some light nausea that inevitably came with the draining. "Got carried away," he murmured. "We need to work on that. You know, like riding a bike. Practice makes perfect and all that. Like practicing to come before it happens," he joked weakly.
She kept her hands tucked between her legs to keep him safe, and she laughed a little at his lame joke. "Well, that bit I'm the most sorry for. I promise I'll make it up to ya, Doc. Ain't like I'd deny ya comin' if I could help it."
She did her best to keep her face straight; relieved he wouldn't see it when her face broke out into a grin. It would have made her feel a little more guilty. "Welcome home, by the way."
Chase laughed a little. "No orgasm and no food. I say we need a lesson in attention spans," he decided. "I know I do. Like, right now, I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and snoring my brains out."
"Probably, but we can't help ourselves. Or you can't help yourself and then I can't help myself 'cause you're all helpin' yourself to me." Rogue giggled, nuzzling against the crook of his arm. "I don't know if Cameron would appreciate findin' us passed out in the kitchen. And I did promise to feed ya. I can always bring it to ya in bed."
Chase made a huffy put-out sound. "Ungh, do I have to move? Here is really nice. A bit cold on the arse, but I can live with a bit of a thrill." He stretched a little against her, his muscles achy from the drain.
She rubbed her face against his arm again, his skin protected by his shirt. She murmured something incoherent, pretty content not to move either. She was far too comfortable all curled up in his arms. "Um, maybe not. If we had a little camp stove I coulda just made the omelet down here. No movin' required." She cleared her throat, and shifted in his arms so she could look up at him. "You sure you're okay?"
"Bed is warmer," Chase finally submitted. "I'm okay. Just a bit achy and uncomfortable. Nothing a Tylenol and a snuggle won't fix. I'm not sure I have a stock of the latter in the bathroom cupboard though..." He smirked down at her. "I'm pretty sure I'm not completely broken. One part of me still seems to be working."
"Mm... does this mean I should probably come to bed with you? Can't leave ya sufferin'." She pouted and moaned in protest as she started to move to get to her feet. She really did wish she'd got teleportation instead of killer skin. She could have just bamfed them into the bedroom. No fuss, no muss. She would have offered him a hand, but hers were bare. "You still want somethin' to eat?"
Chase grinned up at her. "There's always the cheese!"
- Co-written by chasemd & justalilcontact
Author(s): chasemd & justalilcontact
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 10 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual content)
Word Count: 3,449
Summary: Chase is hungry, but for what?
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
I don’t want you cook my bread
I don’t want you make my bed
I don’t want your money too
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you
“I Just Want To Make Love To You ” by The Rolling Stones
As is one of the joys of being a rotational shift working doctor, Chase would often find himself on a day shift right in the middle of a run of night shifts, and he hated it. His body clock was always thrown out, which included his stomach deciding when meal times were. This had him arriving home at three thirty pm, banging in the front door and dumping his bag and keys at the door, kicking his shoes off, pulling his jacket and tie off, and loosening the first few buttons of his shirt. By the time he reached the kitchen, he looked nothing of the professional doctor he had when he left the hospital.
"Ohhhh my fucking god so hungry," he moaned, sounding like he hadn't eaten in a week. He beelined right to the fridge and yanked it opened, then proceeding to remove ice cream, a tin of cream, a packet of chocolate biscuits, a block of cheese, and some leftover Chinese takeout.
Rogue bounded into the kitchen, her face breaking out into a grin as she set eyes upon the Doc. Her Doc. She was definitely getting to see the benefits of this whole living together thing. She understood that his shifts could be all over the place, but the fact that she was still already here to see him made that all better. She didn't have to put up with phone calls, and emails, and maybe seeing him if either could be bothered with the drive.
Her grin fell as she saw what he was about to eat, a horrified look on her face. "What the hell is all that? Doc! You can't eat all that, that's... What are ya gonna do with a goddamn block of cheese?!"
Chase froze, looking like a kid who had just been caught smearing the wall with mud or giving his sister a wedgie. His hands were occupied with the cheese and the tub of ice cream. He blinked. "Eat it," he said honestly. "Or at least a good portion of it."
Rogue blinked, brown eyes narrowing just a little as she cocked an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. In her tight jeans, and tank top the act was probably more provocative than was intended. She was gearing up for a righteous southern anger riff, her boyfriend's choices in food clearly setting off something inside her.
"You cannot be serious. That's... you have cream, and ice cream, and cheese, and cookies, and Chinese! You can't eat it. That's disgustin'. At least the eatin' 'em all together thing. Maybe if you were only gonna eat one of 'em."
She huffed out a breath. "Put it all back, and I'll cook ya somethin'."
Chase looked helplessly at the food items. "Not all together!" he protested. "More like one after the other. You know, like a production line." His face took a look that definitely could be accused of being a pout. "But I'm starving! Right now starving!" His stomach, perfect timing as always, growled loudly.
For a moment her features softened, and she was almost going to just let him get on with it. Almost. Then she took another look at what he was eating, and even on her worst days she couldn't remember ever eating that much junk. And for some reason seeing him with a block of cheese was really doing her head in.
"So eat an apple! Eat some celery, hell just gnaw on me!" She dropped her arms back down to her sides, and tucked her platinum streaks behind her ears before she placed a kiss on his forehead. "Please, just let me cook for ya. It'll be much more satisfyin', and a lot better than all of," she gestured at the array of items, "that."
"Celery?" Chase asked, sticking his tongue out. "I don't even like that in things," he complained.
He had the cheese tucked possessively against his chest, seemingly more than prepared to get into a wrestling match with it. "How quickly can you cook, because I'm wasting away here. I could wither away and die from lack of cheese and ice cream." If Rogue hadn't been there, he would've already been halfway through the Chinese while working on cutting up the cheese. This was one of those girlfriend things he was going to have to get used to. He peered up at her and then made a whining sound that indicated he'd given in.
Rogue flicked her fingers at his hair and smirked lightly. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against him as she reached for one of the chocolate cookies and stuck it in his mouth. "I'll compromise." She took the cheese off him, and slid it a little way down the table. "I'll even use your precious cheese, okay?"
She scooped up everything else and returned them to their places as she quickly ran through a list of things in her mind that were quick and involved cheese. "You like omelettes, right?"
Chase was almost lost in the bliss of the cookie until she pressed up against him. He smiled around the mouthful, quickly chewing and swallowing it as he nodded. "Sure. Though, every time I try to make them, they just end up scrambled eggs with things in them," he admitted, leaning and trying to reach around her towards the cookie packet.
Rogue slapped his hand away, and her eyes contained a definite mischievous glint. "No stealin' cookies. You had yours, now be patient. Otherwise I can't promise there'll be sex more than once today."
She picked up the packet and took it back to the fridge as she got out eggs, tomatoes, pepper, and some fresh herbs that were now a staple in the fridge since she'd moved in. She bumped the door shut with her hip, and dropped everything--but the eggs--on the counter. The eggs she kept hold of for once she'd found a bowl to crack them into.
"Most things you try and cook can end up like that. Ain't like they're gonna be anythin' they're meant to unless you practice. First time I made a cake it kinda had a jaunty angle to it."
Chase was hovering impatiently near the kitchen table. "First time I made a cake, I ate it all out of the bowl and it never made the oven. Most cakes I make end up like that." He was trying to judge how quickly he could move and steal another cookie without getting a head slap. He figured the chances were low, though perhaps worth it. "'Course, the packet cakes were the best ever invention for that. You don't have to fuck around with all the flour and shit."
He chewed on the tip of his finger, watching her move around the kitchen with ease. He cleared his throat, and shifted impatiently again as his eyes dropped down to her arse.
Rogue moved back towards the fridge to grab the milk, hips dipping and swaying. She always had moved with sensuality. At least since she'd realised the power that body language held. She figured that was down to her ability manifesting. She made up for the lack of touch by emphasizing the other things.
She glanced at Chase and grinned. "If I kept eatin' everythin' I baked before it made it to the oven I'd be as fat as a house. Remind me to bake us some cupcakes so ya can have 'em around for when you're peckish."
"Mm, peckish," Chase agreed distractedly. He stepped forward, one hand going to her arse as he pressed himself up against her back. His lips fell to the back of her neck and he started to suck softly, rocking his hips against her arse. His other hand started to wander, across her hips, over her stomach to her breast and he purred in her ear when he reached his destination.
She sucked in a breath, her head tilting to the side to expose her neck. "Thought you wanted me to be quick?" she asked softly. She wriggled her ass, rubbing it against him as she bit her lip to stop a moan escaping. Her eyes had darkened, and a familiar flush was quickly spreading its way across her skin. "You better not be thinkin' about any skin contact, Doc. My control really ain't up to scratch right now."
She realised how contradictory that sounded given she'd already exposed her neck. She couldn't help it though, she just automatically responded to his cues. Her scarves and gloves were back in their room, and the only thing that would protect him was her body stocking, and clothes.
He was definitely thinking about it. One hunger had quickly transformed into the other. "I'll be quick," he growled, pulling her shirt up and teasing his fingers in under her bra to massage the silky soft flesh there. He hummed contentedly in his throat, rubbing his now-full and fiercely hard erection against her arse. He nipped softly at her shoulder, more than happy for horny to take over hungry any day.
Rogue's lips parted as she moaned, her hand dropping the whisk so one hand clutched at the counter, and the other reached behind her to grip some part of Chase. Any part. She just needed to touch a part of him. "Doc..."
She wasn't exactly complaining about the change of events, in fact she was very much on the verge of begging him to take her from behind. She settled for another moan, and her fingers digging into his thigh.
Chase allowed himself a moment to curse this being a 'not scrubs' day. Still, he liked to think he was clever when he needed to be. He kept her braced against him with one arm as he quickly unhooked his belt single-handed and then moved onto the zip of his trousers. He stopped for a moment, wrapping both his arms around her, urging her to turn her head so he could kiss her deeply over her shoulder.
A shiver of anticipation had run down her spine at hearing his zipper go down. Rogue was still amazed that Chase had her on edge and practically melting in his arms within seconds. She shouldn't be surprised, though. Their physical chemistry was second to none; had been since they'd first met. She parted her lips for him, her tongue meeting his as she too tried to get her jeans down single handedly.
Chase had a tendency to be a bit thick naive sometimes. Somewhere in his brain, he realised this was going to be one of those times not all clothes would end up removed. This, in his brain, meant they were a bit more safe than being completely naked. Of course, he was hungry and he was horny, so he would likely put the lapse in rationality down to that. Semi-clothes meant semi-safe, right?
Unfortunately, he didn't have much more stamina to continue thoughts like that. The kiss continued, but he put his hand over the top of hers to help her push her jeans and underwear down. Although they didn't really know this, their thoughts were connected once again and he wanted nothing more than to take her from behind, bent over the kitchen counter.
"Sugar..." she breathed out, pulling back a little to break the contact, "... I know this ain't the most romantic thing to say, but... ya do have a condom, right?" She wrestled her hand from under his the moment her clothes got past her knees, her eyes closing as she tried to gain some kind of control.
Her skin was humming, and she licked at her lips. "Mm..." Her eyes opened again, and she looked at him. She felt this urge to say something, but the words never made it past her lips as they crashed against his, and she was kissing him again.
Yeah, there was a condom somewhere. That was enough, right? They didn't need it, anyway. She was on the pill now, all was good. Just more kissing, then he would find the condom... somewhere. He slipped his fingers between her legs, rubbing her and letting them sink deeper inside her to stroke her clit with his thumb. He moaned into her mouth, feeling her wet heat around his hand.
He freed his cock from the confines of his pants, cupping it in his hand for a moment before nestling it against her arse. This time the moan turned into a deep, hungry growl. He couldn't get enough. He wanted her, needed her, and now.
She moaned low in the back of her throat, the sound morphing into a growl to echo his. Her hand came up to grab the back of his neck, her hunger matching his. Lordy, she wanted him so much. She widened her stance, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers. As his cocked rubbed against her she gave a whimper, not even considering the fact that he hadn't put on a condom.
All she felt now was the desire coiled tight in the pit of her stomach, and the sensations spiraling through her as he stroked her. "Please," she begged, needing more.
He needed no more request than that. Her voice sent shockwaves through his body and he crashed his lips against her for one last rough, hungry kiss, then pulled back. He eased her over the nearby counter, making sure she was braced okay beneath him. His hand swept across her hip and rested on her lower back as he positioned himself behind her and then entered her in a deep thrust, pressing his fingers against her clit simultaneously to increase the mixture of sensations he was offering her.
She let out a strangled cry, her hands pressing against the counter and clenched tightly around him. Something in the back of her mind told her that what they were doing was wrong, but she ignored it. It felt too damn good to be wrong. It was so very, very right. She moaned out his name, her breath coming out in shallow pants.
Chase rocked back, the new position aiding him taking her as deeply as he could. Somewhere along the way he'd forgotten about his growling stomach. Somewhere along the way, he'd forgotten about everything but her. He thrust quickly and rhythmically into her, still stroking her clit with his fingers. He brushed them lower, low enough to feel himself buried inside her and he panted out her name, now leaning forward and pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.
She was already trembling, her nails scratching uselessly at the smooth surface of the counter. She moaned his name with every thrust, perspiration breaking out over her skin. Her eyes were hooded, and she turned her head as she tried to get a glimpse of him. A loud moan escaped as the sensations started to build up, and her head fell forward.
The fact that they'd lost track of time, of everything but each other meant that she'd stopped counting the seconds and minutes she'd managed to keep up her control. Her mutation activated, the veins pulsing under her skin and Chase's. She cried out, a combination of the boosted arousal, and the fear of hurting him.
Chase felt that sucking force of pain, sending his body rigid. This time, he knew what was happening, so although it was a shock, it wasn't a completely new shock. He struggled to try and pull away, feeling stuck at first in his panic. The last thing he wanted was her filled with his worries of the NICU shifts, as well as still harbouring the fear of seeing her so hurt back at Xavier's and of the doctor there telling him the baby was gone.
He managed to break apart from her, pulling out of her abruptly and stumbling back against the fridge. He sunk to the floor, gasping for breath as the pain pulsed through him. It would pass. He knew it would pass.
Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, and Rogue kicked out of her jeans while managing to pull up her panties. She rushed over to him, dropping onto her knees as she tried to check he was okay without really touching him. Her hands fell onto his chest where it was protected by his shirt and she looked at him in concern. Her skin was still flushed, her lips kiss-swollen, and she'd be lying through her pretty white teeth if she didn't admit to still being horny as hell.
"Chase? Oh Lordy, Doc, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
Chase shook his head, sucking in some sharp breaths. "I'm okay. It's okay," he panted, looking up at her and swiping the back of his across his forehead. "Sore, but okay.... Sorry... should've... condom..."
He reached up and shakily touched her hair. "Sorry... the thoughts..."
Rogue sniffed, her hands moving to carefully zip him back up so she could sit between his legs. Perhaps it was strange to be creating such an intimate moment in the kitchen, but they'd never been conventional. She rested her head against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat, assuring herself he was okay. She figured as long as it still beat then he'd be okay.
"Ssh, don't worry about it." She hated hurting him. The guilt ate away at her, and she chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to ignore his voice in her head. She saw snatches of memories, impressions of events she really shouldn't have any knowledge of. "Both of us should've. Ain't like we don't know the consequences."
Chase put his arms around her, resting his head down on top of hers as he swallowed away some light nausea that inevitably came with the draining. "Got carried away," he murmured. "We need to work on that. You know, like riding a bike. Practice makes perfect and all that. Like practicing to come before it happens," he joked weakly.
She kept her hands tucked between her legs to keep him safe, and she laughed a little at his lame joke. "Well, that bit I'm the most sorry for. I promise I'll make it up to ya, Doc. Ain't like I'd deny ya comin' if I could help it."
She did her best to keep her face straight; relieved he wouldn't see it when her face broke out into a grin. It would have made her feel a little more guilty. "Welcome home, by the way."
Chase laughed a little. "No orgasm and no food. I say we need a lesson in attention spans," he decided. "I know I do. Like, right now, I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and snoring my brains out."
"Probably, but we can't help ourselves. Or you can't help yourself and then I can't help myself 'cause you're all helpin' yourself to me." Rogue giggled, nuzzling against the crook of his arm. "I don't know if Cameron would appreciate findin' us passed out in the kitchen. And I did promise to feed ya. I can always bring it to ya in bed."
Chase made a huffy put-out sound. "Ungh, do I have to move? Here is really nice. A bit cold on the arse, but I can live with a bit of a thrill." He stretched a little against her, his muscles achy from the drain.
She rubbed her face against his arm again, his skin protected by his shirt. She murmured something incoherent, pretty content not to move either. She was far too comfortable all curled up in his arms. "Um, maybe not. If we had a little camp stove I coulda just made the omelet down here. No movin' required." She cleared her throat, and shifted in his arms so she could look up at him. "You sure you're okay?"
"Bed is warmer," Chase finally submitted. "I'm okay. Just a bit achy and uncomfortable. Nothing a Tylenol and a snuggle won't fix. I'm not sure I have a stock of the latter in the bathroom cupboard though..." He smirked down at her. "I'm pretty sure I'm not completely broken. One part of me still seems to be working."
"Mm... does this mean I should probably come to bed with you? Can't leave ya sufferin'." She pouted and moaned in protest as she started to move to get to her feet. She really did wish she'd got teleportation instead of killer skin. She could have just bamfed them into the bedroom. No fuss, no muss. She would have offered him a hand, but hers were bare. "You still want somethin' to eat?"
Chase grinned up at her. "There's always the cheese!"
- Co-written by chasemd & justalilcontact