Co-Authored FIC: Insatiable (19/?)
Title: Insatiable (19/??)
Authors: Skyblue Rae & Laenwyn
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary: Each time he had some way of unsettling her so that she was convinced she'd never become accustomed to him or the things he wanted. It was alright though, because every time she thought she'd never feel anything that amazing again, the next night would arrive - and she would.
Authors' Notes 1: Affectionately referred to as the 'Daddy Vic/Lolita Rogue fic' until we finally came up with a name just a few days ago. Our story takes place in a post-MRA world where mutants need to flee north to survive and even then have no rights - especially female mutants. Victor Creed finds ways around the system though and possibly operates above the law - so what happens when he spies a runaway that sparks more than just a bit of his interest?
A/N 2: This may just be the longest PWP in history, but promises to be loads of fun! No beta on this one, so forgive us our errors. Lots of love to Monkie for the lovely icon.
Warning: Underage Rogue here. Picture her at the beginning of X-1, high school age. We in no way encourage th is irl, but definitely in our smutty Vic-fiction
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The next few days flew by for Rogue. Whatever Creed did for work, he'd kept his word about finishing up his current job so he had several days off. He'd been at the lodge every day and even though he wasn't always around, he wasn't working in the basement either.
She'd awoken to find him doing something underneath the hood of his truck one morning. She brought him lunch that day and sat outside as he told her things about a car's engine she never thought she'd need to know. One day he'd spent all afternoon installing a generator outside while shouting instructions at her through the window. Another day he'd insisted they go fishing. There was actually very little fishing that went on, instead it was more like them sitting next to the small lake and watching the day creep by. She could almost forget what an odd situation theirs was. Almost.
Regardless of how the first part of the day was spent, the later hours were always spent together. Just the two of them. And sex.
It would be a lie to say she'd gotten used to it. For three days he'd come to her, either in her room or downstairs, but each time it caught her a little off guard. Each time he had some way of unsettling her so that she was convinced she'd never become accustomed to him or the things he wanted. It was alright though, because every time she thought she'd never feel anything that amazing again, the next night would arrive - and she would.
On Friday morning he startled her awake by banging on her door.
"Get up. We're going into town," he barked from the hall.
Twenty minutes later she was downstairs, munching on a granola bar, jumping at the chance to get out of the house.
"What do you need to do in town?" she asked casually.
"Nothing. You said you were bored out of your skull the other day, thought you might want to get out."
Rogue felt like squealing and hugging him with excitement. She didn't of course, but she could have. It was nice that he'd been around and more sociable lately, even though her gut told her it was only temporary. Still, being confined to the lodge and its surroundings was driving her a bit stir crazy and a trip into town was exactly what she needed. Somehow she managed not to bounce with glee as they made their way into civilization.
She remembered how it was the last time they'd gone out into society together. Except for the creeps at the local pharmacy, she'd been safe. No one treated her like the mutant outcast that she was and everyone basically gave them a wide berth. Glancing over at Creed, she smiled at the reasons why.
He was one mean looking bastard and if she'd run into him on the street, she would've gone running the other way too. But not now. Sure, he still intimidated the hell out of her and at times she was down right scared, but not like it was in the beginning. She'd seen the other sides of him. He was smart; more intuitive than anyone she'd ever met - too much so, and he could actually be funny. When and if he wanted to. Every now and then he'd even be a little bit considerate; like now.
"This is nice," she blurted. "I really was going stir crazy back there."
"Don't mention it," he nodded while parallel parking the truck.
Rogue followed right beside him as he walked down the street, her feet moving quickly in order to keep up with his long strides. He hung a left and headed towards a pawn shop; not her idea of shopping fun. The little noise she made in her throat must have been obvious.
"What?" he asked, never slowing his gait.
"A pawn shop?" She tried to sound casual, not wanting to complain since she was at least out of the house.
"Don't worry that pretty little head, baby girl," he teased. "We won't be here long; I just need to look for something. Then we can find you some girl shit to do or whatever."
He grinned at her reaction upon entering the shop. "Just go look at something to pass the time. You'll survive."
The shop was clean enough, he thought, but like a lot of pawn shops, it specialized more in stolen electronics and weapons than anything else and the general atmosphere was, well, harsh. Rogue made her way over to a display of jewelry in a glass case, looking completely out of place but trying to appear natural and disinterested. Her lousy attempt at nonchalance made him grin.
Creed wasn't there to buy anything from this shop; he just needed to collect something from the man behind the counter. Once he had the envelope in his pocket, he turned back to Rogue.
"Alright. You ready?"
As they stepped out on the sidewalk, Rogue looked at him sideways. "That was fast," she commented.
"Yep."
"So ... wha-"
"Questions, Rogue. What'd I say?"
She sighed loudly, but let the matter drop. "Fine."
In a few blocks they found themselves in front of a gift boutique located next to a salon.
"This girly enough for you?" he asked, his face scrunching slightly.
Rogue looked in the window of the gift shop, smiling over all the distinctively feminine items. Part of her might be a bit of a tomboy when it came to the outdoors and playing sports, but a bigger part of her was definitely a girly girl. She couldn't help it if pretty things made her happy. The window display held silver framed pictures, jewelry, hair accessories, and various lotions and perfumes.
"Can we go in?" she asked, hoping it didn't sound like she was begging.
"How 'bout you go in? I'll wait right here."
"Okay," she all but bounced and darted in the door.
Creed shook his head and settled onto a bench outside the store that faced the window display. No way was he going in there, but it'd make her happy. He knew she needed to get out, if for nothing more than wandering about with no real purpose. It wasn't that he felt bad keeping her stowed away at his lodge, because he didn't, but he wasn't a complete asshole. The girl needed outings every now and then to maintain a little sanity. Maybe one day he'd take her to this diner he favored. They had the best damn burgers in the world, but they knew him there and he wasn't sure he was ready for them to know Rogue.
Many long minutes later, she emerged with a big smile.
"See anything you want?" Creed asked, unfolding himself from the bench.
"They have some beautiful things, but no. Nothing I can't live without. Sometimes it's just fun to look," she said.
He caught her glancing over her shoulder at the salon next to the boutique where their various services and prices were listed.
"You're not cutting your hair," he stated firmly.
"Oh no," Rogue smiled, "I don't want a hair cut. They do nails and stuff there."
His brow wrinkled in thought. "What, you want your nails done?"
"No, no. It's okay," she shook her head but he knew she was lying.
"Rogue," he said, digging some money out his pocket, "go get your damn nails done. That's why we came down here so you could do stuff, so quit draggin' your feet and go do it."
She took the money from his hand, not sure why she felt a bit weird about it. Why should she? It wasn't like she had any money of her own and she was basically his responsibility. He was the one that said she was his. He'd bought her a lot more than this before too and she hadn't felt odd about it. Was it because now she'd slept with him? That shouldn't matter. Plenty of couples behaved this way; with the guy buying little things for the girl. But that wasn't what they were, she reminded herself. They were not a couple.
Rogue shook her head to clear it. She didn't know what they were, but right now she wanted a pedicure and she didn't feel like analyzing her ... relationship with Creed any more.
"Thanks," she said, turning to go inside the salon.
"And none of those fake nails or crazy shit!" he yelled after her.
Creed spotted a newspaper stand a block away and grabbed a copy of the national news to tide him over while Rogue was inside. The papers were always full of the same old thing but he stayed updated nonetheless. Mutant fear this, human rights that, all of them were a bunch of dickheads who wouldn't know how to solve their way out of a paper bag without a committee to show them the way.
He was lounging comfortably and reading the sports section when Rogue finally tip toed out of the salon with some flimsy looking things on her feet and her shoes in her hand.
"Look," she pointed happily at her toes.
Leaning forward on the bench, Creed looked down. They looked like feet to him.
"Yeah?" he muttered, confused.
"I got a pedicure! I haven't had a pedicure since ... well since way before ... y'know. Aren't they pretty?" she looked into his eyes so expectantly all he could say was 'yes'.
"They look good," he thought to add, taking in the shiny cherry red polish.
Rogue wiggled her toes. "Don't they? It's called Cherry Bada Bing," she said proudly. "Kinda sexy, huh?"
Creed glanced up at her mischievously then, making her stammer.
"I - I mean, y'know, it's a pretty red though, huh?"
He took a small bit of sympathy on her. "Yeah. But what the hell is on your feet?"
"Oh. Oh these," Rogue slid onto the bench next to him. "I wear these 'til my toes dry." She lifted her feet up off the ground to swing them in the air admiringly.
"And how long will we be waiting on that?" Creed asked, folding his paper up.
Actually her toes were probably plenty dry now, but Rogue couldn't help showing them off. She hadn't had a manicure or a pedicure since long before her mutation manifested and it was unbelievable that she'd actually just walked into a nice salon and had someone do her toes without so much as a sneer in her direction. She was on cloud nine. And even though Creed was his usual smug self, he'd been considerate enough to let her wander about a gift shop, then get her nails done, while he'd had absolutely no interest in either, yet waited patiently on her. All this had been done for her, not for his own selfish gain.
As Creed turned to tell Rogue to hurry up and just put her shoes on because he was hungry, he was suddenly surrounded by giddy girl arms and excited chirping.
"This was SO much fun. Thank you," she said in a rush with her arms thrown around his neck, hugging him. "I haven't been able to go do whatever in so long and to have people just be normal and they offered me a drink while my feet soaked and everyone was so nice -”
"Okay. Okay," Creed tried to untangle her arms.
"No, I mean it," she swatted him playfully on the shoulder. "This was really nice."
He thought she looked as if she might hug him again or do something really unnecessary - like applaud.
"No problem," he said, standing. "Now put your shoes on. I'm hungry."
Rogue rolled her eyes at him, but slid her regular shoes back on. He was so obviously uncomfortable with affection and gratitude that wasn't purely sexual. She imagined if she'd thanked him dry humping his leg he would've taken that better. The thought made her laugh.
"What's funny?" he scowled at her.
"Nothing," she grinned, tossing the disposable flip flops in the trash bin. "Okay, I'm ready."
As they walked down the street, Rogue couldn't resist the opportunity to see if she could actually make him uncomfortable. She reached forward and slid her hand into his.
Creed's hand went stiff in hers, but he didn't immediately jerk away. Instead he casually removed it and slid it down her back to rest possessively just above the curve of her bottom.
"I don't do hand holding," he said in response to her raised eyebrow. “I ain't gonna skip down the street with you either," he added sarcastically.
Rogue smiled at him anyway. He was being the smug bastard again. It didn't matter. At last she'd found a way to disconcert him as much as he always did her.
Authors: Skyblue Rae & Laenwyn
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary: Each time he had some way of unsettling her so that she was convinced she'd never become accustomed to him or the things he wanted. It was alright though, because every time she thought she'd never feel anything that amazing again, the next night would arrive - and she would.
Authors' Notes 1: Affectionately referred to as the 'Daddy Vic/Lolita Rogue fic' until we finally came up with a name just a few days ago. Our story takes place in a post-MRA world where mutants need to flee north to survive and even then have no rights - especially female mutants. Victor Creed finds ways around the system though and possibly operates above the law - so what happens when he spies a runaway that sparks more than just a bit of his interest?
A/N 2: This may just be the longest PWP in history, but promises to be loads of fun! No beta on this one, so forgive us our errors. Lots of love to Monkie for the lovely icon.
Warning: Underage Rogue here. Picture her at the beginning of X-1, high school age. We in no way encourage th is irl, but definitely in our smutty Vic-fiction
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The next few days flew by for Rogue. Whatever Creed did for work, he'd kept his word about finishing up his current job so he had several days off. He'd been at the lodge every day and even though he wasn't always around, he wasn't working in the basement either.
She'd awoken to find him doing something underneath the hood of his truck one morning. She brought him lunch that day and sat outside as he told her things about a car's engine she never thought she'd need to know. One day he'd spent all afternoon installing a generator outside while shouting instructions at her through the window. Another day he'd insisted they go fishing. There was actually very little fishing that went on, instead it was more like them sitting next to the small lake and watching the day creep by. She could almost forget what an odd situation theirs was. Almost.
Regardless of how the first part of the day was spent, the later hours were always spent together. Just the two of them. And sex.
It would be a lie to say she'd gotten used to it. For three days he'd come to her, either in her room or downstairs, but each time it caught her a little off guard. Each time he had some way of unsettling her so that she was convinced she'd never become accustomed to him or the things he wanted. It was alright though, because every time she thought she'd never feel anything that amazing again, the next night would arrive - and she would.
On Friday morning he startled her awake by banging on her door.
"Get up. We're going into town," he barked from the hall.
Twenty minutes later she was downstairs, munching on a granola bar, jumping at the chance to get out of the house.
"What do you need to do in town?" she asked casually.
"Nothing. You said you were bored out of your skull the other day, thought you might want to get out."
Rogue felt like squealing and hugging him with excitement. She didn't of course, but she could have. It was nice that he'd been around and more sociable lately, even though her gut told her it was only temporary. Still, being confined to the lodge and its surroundings was driving her a bit stir crazy and a trip into town was exactly what she needed. Somehow she managed not to bounce with glee as they made their way into civilization.
She remembered how it was the last time they'd gone out into society together. Except for the creeps at the local pharmacy, she'd been safe. No one treated her like the mutant outcast that she was and everyone basically gave them a wide berth. Glancing over at Creed, she smiled at the reasons why.
He was one mean looking bastard and if she'd run into him on the street, she would've gone running the other way too. But not now. Sure, he still intimidated the hell out of her and at times she was down right scared, but not like it was in the beginning. She'd seen the other sides of him. He was smart; more intuitive than anyone she'd ever met - too much so, and he could actually be funny. When and if he wanted to. Every now and then he'd even be a little bit considerate; like now.
"This is nice," she blurted. "I really was going stir crazy back there."
"Don't mention it," he nodded while parallel parking the truck.
Rogue followed right beside him as he walked down the street, her feet moving quickly in order to keep up with his long strides. He hung a left and headed towards a pawn shop; not her idea of shopping fun. The little noise she made in her throat must have been obvious.
"What?" he asked, never slowing his gait.
"A pawn shop?" She tried to sound casual, not wanting to complain since she was at least out of the house.
"Don't worry that pretty little head, baby girl," he teased. "We won't be here long; I just need to look for something. Then we can find you some girl shit to do or whatever."
He grinned at her reaction upon entering the shop. "Just go look at something to pass the time. You'll survive."
The shop was clean enough, he thought, but like a lot of pawn shops, it specialized more in stolen electronics and weapons than anything else and the general atmosphere was, well, harsh. Rogue made her way over to a display of jewelry in a glass case, looking completely out of place but trying to appear natural and disinterested. Her lousy attempt at nonchalance made him grin.
Creed wasn't there to buy anything from this shop; he just needed to collect something from the man behind the counter. Once he had the envelope in his pocket, he turned back to Rogue.
"Alright. You ready?"
As they stepped out on the sidewalk, Rogue looked at him sideways. "That was fast," she commented.
"Yep."
"So ... wha-"
"Questions, Rogue. What'd I say?"
She sighed loudly, but let the matter drop. "Fine."
In a few blocks they found themselves in front of a gift boutique located next to a salon.
"This girly enough for you?" he asked, his face scrunching slightly.
Rogue looked in the window of the gift shop, smiling over all the distinctively feminine items. Part of her might be a bit of a tomboy when it came to the outdoors and playing sports, but a bigger part of her was definitely a girly girl. She couldn't help it if pretty things made her happy. The window display held silver framed pictures, jewelry, hair accessories, and various lotions and perfumes.
"Can we go in?" she asked, hoping it didn't sound like she was begging.
"How 'bout you go in? I'll wait right here."
"Okay," she all but bounced and darted in the door.
Creed shook his head and settled onto a bench outside the store that faced the window display. No way was he going in there, but it'd make her happy. He knew she needed to get out, if for nothing more than wandering about with no real purpose. It wasn't that he felt bad keeping her stowed away at his lodge, because he didn't, but he wasn't a complete asshole. The girl needed outings every now and then to maintain a little sanity. Maybe one day he'd take her to this diner he favored. They had the best damn burgers in the world, but they knew him there and he wasn't sure he was ready for them to know Rogue.
Many long minutes later, she emerged with a big smile.
"See anything you want?" Creed asked, unfolding himself from the bench.
"They have some beautiful things, but no. Nothing I can't live without. Sometimes it's just fun to look," she said.
He caught her glancing over her shoulder at the salon next to the boutique where their various services and prices were listed.
"You're not cutting your hair," he stated firmly.
"Oh no," Rogue smiled, "I don't want a hair cut. They do nails and stuff there."
His brow wrinkled in thought. "What, you want your nails done?"
"No, no. It's okay," she shook her head but he knew she was lying.
"Rogue," he said, digging some money out his pocket, "go get your damn nails done. That's why we came down here so you could do stuff, so quit draggin' your feet and go do it."
She took the money from his hand, not sure why she felt a bit weird about it. Why should she? It wasn't like she had any money of her own and she was basically his responsibility. He was the one that said she was his. He'd bought her a lot more than this before too and she hadn't felt odd about it. Was it because now she'd slept with him? That shouldn't matter. Plenty of couples behaved this way; with the guy buying little things for the girl. But that wasn't what they were, she reminded herself. They were not a couple.
Rogue shook her head to clear it. She didn't know what they were, but right now she wanted a pedicure and she didn't feel like analyzing her ... relationship with Creed any more.
"Thanks," she said, turning to go inside the salon.
"And none of those fake nails or crazy shit!" he yelled after her.
Creed spotted a newspaper stand a block away and grabbed a copy of the national news to tide him over while Rogue was inside. The papers were always full of the same old thing but he stayed updated nonetheless. Mutant fear this, human rights that, all of them were a bunch of dickheads who wouldn't know how to solve their way out of a paper bag without a committee to show them the way.
He was lounging comfortably and reading the sports section when Rogue finally tip toed out of the salon with some flimsy looking things on her feet and her shoes in her hand.
"Look," she pointed happily at her toes.
Leaning forward on the bench, Creed looked down. They looked like feet to him.
"Yeah?" he muttered, confused.
"I got a pedicure! I haven't had a pedicure since ... well since way before ... y'know. Aren't they pretty?" she looked into his eyes so expectantly all he could say was 'yes'.
"They look good," he thought to add, taking in the shiny cherry red polish.
Rogue wiggled her toes. "Don't they? It's called Cherry Bada Bing," she said proudly. "Kinda sexy, huh?"
Creed glanced up at her mischievously then, making her stammer.
"I - I mean, y'know, it's a pretty red though, huh?"
He took a small bit of sympathy on her. "Yeah. But what the hell is on your feet?"
"Oh. Oh these," Rogue slid onto the bench next to him. "I wear these 'til my toes dry." She lifted her feet up off the ground to swing them in the air admiringly.
"And how long will we be waiting on that?" Creed asked, folding his paper up.
Actually her toes were probably plenty dry now, but Rogue couldn't help showing them off. She hadn't had a manicure or a pedicure since long before her mutation manifested and it was unbelievable that she'd actually just walked into a nice salon and had someone do her toes without so much as a sneer in her direction. She was on cloud nine. And even though Creed was his usual smug self, he'd been considerate enough to let her wander about a gift shop, then get her nails done, while he'd had absolutely no interest in either, yet waited patiently on her. All this had been done for her, not for his own selfish gain.
As Creed turned to tell Rogue to hurry up and just put her shoes on because he was hungry, he was suddenly surrounded by giddy girl arms and excited chirping.
"This was SO much fun. Thank you," she said in a rush with her arms thrown around his neck, hugging him. "I haven't been able to go do whatever in so long and to have people just be normal and they offered me a drink while my feet soaked and everyone was so nice -”
"Okay. Okay," Creed tried to untangle her arms.
"No, I mean it," she swatted him playfully on the shoulder. "This was really nice."
He thought she looked as if she might hug him again or do something really unnecessary - like applaud.
"No problem," he said, standing. "Now put your shoes on. I'm hungry."
Rogue rolled her eyes at him, but slid her regular shoes back on. He was so obviously uncomfortable with affection and gratitude that wasn't purely sexual. She imagined if she'd thanked him dry humping his leg he would've taken that better. The thought made her laugh.
"What's funny?" he scowled at her.
"Nothing," she grinned, tossing the disposable flip flops in the trash bin. "Okay, I'm ready."
As they walked down the street, Rogue couldn't resist the opportunity to see if she could actually make him uncomfortable. She reached forward and slid her hand into his.
Creed's hand went stiff in hers, but he didn't immediately jerk away. Instead he casually removed it and slid it down her back to rest possessively just above the curve of her bottom.
"I don't do hand holding," he said in response to her raised eyebrow. “I ain't gonna skip down the street with you either," he added sarcastically.
Rogue smiled at him anyway. He was being the smug bastard again. It didn't matter. At last she'd found a way to disconcert him as much as he always did her.