Drabble: I was angry when I met you (X-23/Rogue, X-Men, R)
Title: I was angry when I met you (I think I’m angry still)
Author: aphrodite_mine
Info: for brighteyedcat. Rating:R 270 words.
Summary: X-23/rogue, Missing scene from X-Men 1.
He pulls into a rest stop somewhere past the United States boarder and grumbles something about being quick. She doesn’t dare do anything but dash for the “Ladies” side and quickly strip off her gloves and numbly work at the button of her jeans. Course, her stomach is grumbling and there’s a vending machine just outside… but she wouldn’t dream of it. Especially when the door crashes in and angry eyes are on her, leering.
“Fuck,” Rogue screeches, scrambling for her zipper and her gloves at once, inching back against the plumbing. The girl just comes closer - and she realizes it’s a girl now, the threat has a subtle female form, sleek hair, homecoming queen lips, and a body that makes Rogue tremble just a little, and not from fear. She moves like an animal, spread across the stall: making it impossible to escape.
“You smell like him,” she murmurs, sniffing the air, widening her nostrils. Her muscles tense: Rogue can almost see the blood pumping. She presses closer, takes another deep breath, and Rogue’s heart stops, her whole body is frozen. “I followed him here. You’re slowing him down.” She smiles, and Rogue thinks your gloves. Touch her. Take her out, but she doesn’t move, she hardly breathes.
"Ah don’t think you know who you’re dealing with-"
And she silences and she shrinks when the claws unsheathe and sink into the concrete beside Rogue’s head, shattering pieces onto the shoulder of her coat. Another hand quick to the still undone fly, sliding and working inside. Nostrils flare again at the scent of blood on a bitten lip. “Don’t I?”
Author: aphrodite_mine
Info: for brighteyedcat. Rating:R 270 words.
Summary: X-23/rogue, Missing scene from X-Men 1.
He pulls into a rest stop somewhere past the United States boarder and grumbles something about being quick. She doesn’t dare do anything but dash for the “Ladies” side and quickly strip off her gloves and numbly work at the button of her jeans. Course, her stomach is grumbling and there’s a vending machine just outside… but she wouldn’t dream of it. Especially when the door crashes in and angry eyes are on her, leering.
“Fuck,” Rogue screeches, scrambling for her zipper and her gloves at once, inching back against the plumbing. The girl just comes closer - and she realizes it’s a girl now, the threat has a subtle female form, sleek hair, homecoming queen lips, and a body that makes Rogue tremble just a little, and not from fear. She moves like an animal, spread across the stall: making it impossible to escape.
“You smell like him,” she murmurs, sniffing the air, widening her nostrils. Her muscles tense: Rogue can almost see the blood pumping. She presses closer, takes another deep breath, and Rogue’s heart stops, her whole body is frozen. “I followed him here. You’re slowing him down.” She smiles, and Rogue thinks your gloves. Touch her. Take her out, but she doesn’t move, she hardly breathes.
"Ah don’t think you know who you’re dealing with-"
And she silences and she shrinks when the claws unsheathe and sink into the concrete beside Rogue’s head, shattering pieces onto the shoulder of her coat. Another hand quick to the still undone fly, sliding and working inside. Nostrils flare again at the scent of blood on a bitten lip. “Don’t I?”