Co-Authored FIC: Insatiable (22/?)
Title: Insatiable (22/??)
Authors: Skyblue Rae & Laenwyn
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary: A smile curved Rogue's lips. If he thought she'd given up on finding out more about his mutation and who he really was, then he was in for a big surprise. There was only one problem, though. She'd have to figure out a way to test him without him figuring it out. It could prove difficult if the man was a freaking telepath. Then she'd be in deep shit.
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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If wanting him like she did made her a freak, then so be it. With him looking at her like that - it caused the undeniable sinking feeling. She was drowning in him. Shouldn't she be afraid? She was, a little, because now she knew he had the power to hurt her on the inside. Now he was looking at her like she was something edible, with the promise that he'd give her what he'd denied last night. The thought was embarrassing and made her blush deepen.
Creed sensed it all; the distress and arousal. It wasn't just her scent or the way she pressed herself against him, it was in her eyes. He didn't mind, especially not when he affected her in such pleasurable ways. Maybe she'd figured it out by now, that he couldn't get enough of her unease. Hopefully she wouldn't figure out why - that it was what the animal wanted from her. Fear and lust combined with her innocence. It was a craving so primal that he had no way to truly explain it. She wouldn't understand it anyway, even if her body responded perfectly.
He moved her back a step to look at her. Running his fingers over her chest, he made her nipples harden until they strained against the pink fabric of the tank top and he gave one a pinch. She'd been obedient and chosen one of the pajama sets he'd bought. It pleased him that she'd done so without any instruction from him.
A tremor ran through Rogue's body. Oh yes, he'd found himself a little gem, Creed thought. Even if it was in his power to send her away, the thought of someone else's hands on her skin made him tighten his grip on her neck. Her hands were on his arms, but she was clawing at him. He doubted she even realized what she was doing in her urgency. Kissing his fawn until she was gasping for air didn't nothing to curb their arousal. It was all around them, clinging to him like a cobweb. He couldn't think straight, not like this.
Dragging her down on all fours, he bent Rogue over the coffee table. She tensed but when Creed leaned forward to nibble her neck, she let out a little moan. The sounds she made only caused him to bite harder, making her gasp. He wasn't in the mood to draw blood, but hearing her whimper out of the pleasure and pain he caused was enough. She rested her cheek on the wooden surface, her hands curling around the edge. Tugging down Rogue's pajama shorts while unbuttoning his pants, Creed thought of all that he wanted to do with her. To her.
Normally she was shy, insecure about her body and sex but something tonight had caused that hesitancy to fall away. As he tugged the shorts off, she blatantly backed against him, a silent plea for what she wanted.
He couldn't stop the satisfied growl that rumbled in his chest. She was begging for it, even if she wouldn't open her mouth. Reaching around to touch her, he found her slick and ready and she moaned simply from his touch.
"Are you dying for it, baby girl?" he taunted in her ear.
Her reply was a desperate noise as she simultaneously rubbed back against him and his hand. He shifted his his hips away from her, leaving her there until she sighed in frustration.
"Please," she murmured as he continued to touch and toy with her.
"Please what?" he teased her, even though he felt like he'd die to be inside her at that moment. He'd never felt a need quite like it. It wasn't just the need to slate his own lust, he wanted to show her. She needed to know that only he could make her feel this way; this empty - and that only he held the cure. There was no mistaking her longing either, she'd never been like this before.
"Please," she said again, this time with one hand trying to reach back to touch him.
Without warning, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her.
Rogue gasped in surprise, but strained against him. Sliding in and out of her, he felt her soften and find a rhythm with him. The most delightful noises spilled from her lips and as her keening grew louder, Creed realized he wanted to see her. Moving back, he grabbed and turned her to straddle him. Just as he'd imagined, her face was flushed an erotic shade of pink. He pulled her towards him and, with a look, made it clear what he wanted. What she wanted. There was no instruction this time. She slid down onto him, gripping his shoulders for support.
"Damn," he mumbled in pleasure.
Rogue set the tempo. "Is this right?" she asked shakily. God but she wanted to feel him. She needed that release. At this moment, it no longer mattered that he'd been callus or that he could be the biggest bastard that ever lived, she wanted him.
"Yeah," he said gruffly, "fuck."
He moved to push her top up over her breasts, admiring the view he found for himself. Lowering his hands, he grabbed her hips, urging her faster. He couldn't wait this time, didn't want to - and he could tell she didn't either.
"Please," she asked, frustrated that she couldn't find the answer on her own.
He pulled her forward, changing the angle and meeting her urgency with his own until all that existed was the place where their bodies met. They came fast and hard, with Rogue digging her fingers into him so hard that anyone else would have bruises. Creed fought the urge to claw her, flip her over and leave his mark somewhere, but he couldn't resist grabbing her as she'd done him - enough to leave a bruise on those lovely hips of hers.
Rogue collapsed on his chest, sweaty and satisfied. It was just what she'd sought. She was probably turning into one of those kinds of girls. Oh well, she thought, right now she didn't even care. Her head bounced as she heard a peculiar noise coming from Creed.
Had he just laughed a little?
"Damn, baby girl," he said, folding his arms around her to slide her off to his side. "You're quite the little hell cat when you're horny."
Rogue turned a furious red, burying her face into his side. "Don't say stuff like that," she protested.
Creed just grinned broadly. "Why not? It's the truth ... and you don't hear me complaining."
He moved his legs until he had one of hers tucked between his thighs. "You worry too much about shit like that, when all you need to be concerned with is what I think. If you don't hear me complaining, then don't worry about anything else."
Propping himself up on one arm, he reached over her with the other. He looked down at her, she was successfully pinned to the floor by his body, just as he'd intended.
"And I know you were scared and all freaked out that I was dead or something, so I'm gonna forget about that little temper tantrum." He turned serious, "But you show out like that again, and you'll have to deal with the consequences. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Rogue nodded, feeling like a child being chided for an attitude problem.
She watched as he got to his feet, stretching his arms up over his head, completely steady and totally secure with his own physique and nakedness. What it must be like to have that kind of confidence, she thought.
"I'm going to bed now, Rogue. It's time for you to do the same."
There would be no small talk tonight, no reassurances. Not that she needed it. It wasn't like she wanted to stay with him ... or cuddle or anything like that.
Creed helped her to her feet and waited as she slid her shorts back on. They remained silent until she reached her bedroom door.
"I'm going to be here tomorrow," he said as if giving instructions, "and I want to take a hike around the property. I know you do a lot of walking, but there's some things I want to show you. So rest up."
With that he strolled off to his room and she heard as he locked the door behind him.
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Rogue was already downstairs working on her second cup of coffee when Victor came down.
"You're up early," he commented while pouring himself a cup.
"Yeah," she said, trying not to sound over eager. She'd woken up earlier than normal and couldn't go back to sleep. She was, what her mama would call, "antsy". With no idea why, she couldn't wait to get outside and hike. Maybe she needed to burn some energy, maybe it was because it was such a perfectly beautiful day, maybe because hiking was somewhat normal in her new world of abnormality. Whatever the reason, she was ready to get going.
She hoped he wasn't going to mind her bringing some food to eat. From what Victor had told her, she reasoned they might be gone for more than a couple of hours. A picnic would be nice. The weather was just perfect for that kind of outdoor activity; warm and sunny.
"Do you want some breakfast?" she asked to coax him along.
"Nah," he said slowly. "I'll just make a protein shake ... and you're going to need to toss that food in a back pack. I'm not hauling a basket around. You can carry it."
Rogue wrinkled her nose at his clipped tone. She put the snacks in a bag and tried to be patient as he meandered around the kitchen getting his shake ready. He was entirely too slow for her taste, she was ready to go. Must it really take this long to fix one shake? Perhaps she hadn't needed that second cup of coffee after all.
He downed his drink in two long swallows, dragging his hand across his mouth to wipe it.
"Alright. You ready over there?" he smirked.
She tried to play it off. "I guess. What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you're about to jump out of your damn skin you're so ready to go. You should lay off the caffeine."
Rogue glared at his back as Victor walked out the back door. How did he know what she was feeling? How did he always know? It drove her insane. She couldn't possibly be that transparent. Was it possible that his mutation also leaned towards some kind of telepathy? The thought made her shudder. It made sense with all he just seemed to know for no reason, but telepathic? That would be terrible!
"Let's go!" he yelled back to her since she was lagging behind.
Rogue grabbed her backpack and hurried after Creed. He probably thought he'd tamed her now; especially after what had happened the past two days. Well, there were plenty of things her bastard owner didn't know about teenage girls, especially this girl.
A smile curved Rogue's lips. If he thought she'd given up on finding out more about his mutation and who he really was, then he was in for a big surprise. There was only one problem, though. She'd have to figure out a way to test him without him figuring it out. It could prove difficult if the man was a freaking telepath. Then she'd be in deep shit.
They walked along the path that Rogue normally took, but after a few yards, Creed hung a left into the trees. She remained close by him, noting how easily he moved through the woods, even areas hindered by brush and undergrowth. Whereas it seemed she was fumbling through, making tons of noise and stepping on dry twigs all the time - he wasn't making much noise at all.
She pondered the man in front of her. Maybe he was more familiar with the woods because he'd been here before. Maybe he was just an accomplished mountain man. Maybe he had super mutant precognition of the wilderness. Whatever. It didn't matter - sooner or later he was bound to let something slip, she was sure of it. If not; she'd have to make it so. The idea of the challenge excited her. She couldn't help but let a small laugh escape.
Creed shot her a glance past his shoulder, silently telling her she'd better not be up to something. Rogue felt like sticking her tongue out at him again. Nothing ever went unnoticed.
"Soooo," she began her plan of action, "where are we going?"
"Wanted to show you the land and there's a few things you may not have noticed. I thought I might get to show you some wildlife, but with you tromping through the woods like a herd of buffalo, I doubt we'll sneak up on much."
"Well sorry," she cocked her head higher. "We can't all be as light footed as you, Mr. Creed." Rogue smirked at calling him light footed.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, letting go of the small branch he'd bent back while walking through. Rogue caught it just before it could swat her in the chest.
After a moment they stopped at a little clearing where he knelt down to show her something in the dirt.
"These are fiddle heads," he told her.
Rogue knelt beside him to see the light green shoots coming up out of the ground. Sure enough they looked like the end of fiddles or violins where they curled into themselves on the end.
"It's the new growth of a fern - and they're actually loaded with calories and protein, and you can eat them." With that he snapped one off, wiped at it and popped it in his mouth.
"I brought food if you're that hungry," Rogue eyed him oddly.
"Just shut it and try one." Creed thrust a fiddle head under her chin.
Rogue wiped it on her pants before putting it in her mouth. It wasn't too bad actually, like a weird sort of salad. As she chewed, Creed started talking about other things to eat, how you could live off the food in the wilds, even when you couldn't kill game. He told her she'd be a better gatherer anyway. After that he was quiet for a moment, seeming to take inventory of the area around them when she got an idea.
With all the concentration she could muster, Rogue tried to project a thought. Something he couldn't miss, especially not when silent and in the woods, alone with her and kneeling in the dirt. Something he would have to respond to once he heard it telepathically. She fought turning beet red.
I want you to take me. She squinted her eyes. I want you to grab me and throw me down in the dirt, rip my clothes off and ... fuck me right here.
Rogue knew she was blushing now, she could feel the flames on her face. She envisioned the act itself in as much detail as she could muster, the two of them writhing around in the dirt - all hot and sweaty and earthy.
But he wasn't paying attention. She cleared her throat.
Look at me, dammit. I want you to take me. NOW! I want ... to jump on you. I'm going to jump on you and tear at your clothes and ... pay attention to me! I'm thinking naked thoughts here. Hello?!
She sighed in frustration. Either he was the world's worst telepath or he was blocking her out on purpose, or - he wasn't telepathic at all.
"You alright?" Creed raised an eyebrow at her. "The sun in your eyes? You're squinting and you look funny."
Rolling her eyes, Rogue got to her feet. "I'm fine. My leg is asleep," she lied.
He waited for her to fake getting feeling back in her limb before continuing on. Along the walk they stopped at various sights or if Creed heard an animal. Rogue would take those moments to try other tactics. Sex thoughts weren't working so she went for his other hot button.
I cannot stand you, you big, overblown, arrogant, cocky asshole!
She threw the thought out as hard as she could, even though the venom of it wasn't there anymore. She no longer hated him and even though he was arrogant and all that, she kind of liked it. It fit him.
You think you are God's gift. I know you think your hair is sexy but it isn't. It makes you look like a girl or a ... a transvestite ... yeah, and you wear your shirts too tight. Oh! and I'm thinking of breaking into your basement. Yep. Take that oh all knowing one! I'll break into your room too and dig around in all that stuff you keep so private. Uh huh. And then spread all my 'girl shit' all over the house ... and spray perfume so that the entire place smells like the cosmetics department and I'm going to ask questions all the time and -
"I'm hungry," he interrupted. "Hand me that bag."
Rogue shrugged the bag off her shoulders as he found a grassy spot in an open area.
Creed sat in the clearing, admiring the view. He had a nice place and couldn't help but congratulate himself on such a fine find. Looking at the girl next to him he felt a bit of that same pride. She'd turned out well, even if she was a pain in the ass sometimes. He knew he'd have to discipline her for the outburst the other night, just as he knew she'd be guilty of it again. She was the most bull headed female, never mind girl, he'd ever met. That fire was part of the appeal too though. Challenge was good. He lived for competition and conquering things. A battle too easily won was no fun - and he didn't know that he wanted to entirely win the war. He rather enjoyed sparing and savouring each victory as it was.
His fawn was acting weird today though. She was definitely up to something, he just couldn't tell what. First, she was entirely too quiet. Second, the subtle shifts, in her scent and body language, didn't make a lot of sense. She'd been aroused yet shy ... while eating plants in the dirt. Now that was kinky. He'd felt all sorts of anger and frustration while walking, but there was no real punch behind it. She wasn't attempting the cold shoulder or acting put out. It made no sense.
Regardless, he'd be aware in case she pulled some stunt and he'd enjoy teaching her another lesson or two if need be. She didn't need to know that he knew she was up to something. Suppressing a grin, he continued to play ignorant as he dug into the backpack Rogue brought along. Whatever was going on inside that pretty head of hers - he was prepared.
Rogue munched on a sandwich while contemplating Creed. So far he hadn't given himself away. By now she was guessing he wasn't a telepath. But if he wasn't, how did he know so many personal things about her? Like when she was nervous or when she was ... well - horny? Or when she was having her period? He couldn't possibly keep track of what day of the month she got off the pill, right? Unless ... no, she'd have noticed had he rummaged through her drawers. She kept her pills tucked away in her bedroom anyway. She had to think of something, but what?
After their break was over, Creed drug her further into the woods. Still, she was fairly familiar with the area and knew that the small lake was somewhere nearby. They hiked around without much talking as he explained how many acres he owned and all that lived on it and how no one lived on the land they owned around him. Rogue wasn't paying attention. She had a mission in mind and wouldn't rest until she got some sort of answer. There was no use asking him. That time in the kitchen, when she'd cut him just to watch him heal, it had worked. She didn't dare try anything like that again, but there were other ways to get him to show his true colors. If he was just ignoring her bait for telepathy, then he wouldn't be able to ignore this.
She focused solely on what she planned to do, the truth and the lie. She envisioned it, shouting the words in her head and once he turned his back, she didn't hesitate.
Creed thought he'd heard a deer in the distance and as he turned to hone in on the source, he heard the sound of Rogue's feet wandering about behind him. She really was incapable of being still today, but he ignored her to focus in what he wanted to see. If it was a decent sized deer, he would hunt it later and have enough venison to last the season.
Once Rogue grew quiet behind him, he finally saw the deer. It was a doe, and far too small for what he needed. Better to leave her be and search for larger game.
"See her over there?" he whispered over his shoulder. There was no response.
Creed turned to grab Rogue's attention, but all that was behind him was the stretch of empty woods. What the hell? Scanning the nearby area he couldn't see her anywhere. His hearing didn't fail him though. She was running towards the lake.
"Rogue!" he shouted as ran in the direction she had disappeared.
No answer.
"ROGUE!"
He felt anger bubbling up inside him. She hadn't just wandered off aimlessly, he felt certain. Her silence and plotting all day now became clear. If that little girl thought she could use a walk outside as an opportunity to run away, then she was stupid as well as crazy. There was no way she'd escape and all she'd managed to do was piss him off.
Authors: Skyblue Rae & Laenwyn
Genre: PWP - but lots of plot, Adult
Rating: NC-17
Continuity: AU
Summary: A smile curved Rogue's lips. If he thought she'd given up on finding out more about his mutation and who he really was, then he was in for a big surprise. There was only one problem, though. She'd have to figure out a way to test him without him figuring it out. It could prove difficult if the man was a freaking telepath. Then she'd be in deep shit.
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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If wanting him like she did made her a freak, then so be it. With him looking at her like that - it caused the undeniable sinking feeling. She was drowning in him. Shouldn't she be afraid? She was, a little, because now she knew he had the power to hurt her on the inside. Now he was looking at her like she was something edible, with the promise that he'd give her what he'd denied last night. The thought was embarrassing and made her blush deepen.
Creed sensed it all; the distress and arousal. It wasn't just her scent or the way she pressed herself against him, it was in her eyes. He didn't mind, especially not when he affected her in such pleasurable ways. Maybe she'd figured it out by now, that he couldn't get enough of her unease. Hopefully she wouldn't figure out why - that it was what the animal wanted from her. Fear and lust combined with her innocence. It was a craving so primal that he had no way to truly explain it. She wouldn't understand it anyway, even if her body responded perfectly.
He moved her back a step to look at her. Running his fingers over her chest, he made her nipples harden until they strained against the pink fabric of the tank top and he gave one a pinch. She'd been obedient and chosen one of the pajama sets he'd bought. It pleased him that she'd done so without any instruction from him.
A tremor ran through Rogue's body. Oh yes, he'd found himself a little gem, Creed thought. Even if it was in his power to send her away, the thought of someone else's hands on her skin made him tighten his grip on her neck. Her hands were on his arms, but she was clawing at him. He doubted she even realized what she was doing in her urgency. Kissing his fawn until she was gasping for air didn't nothing to curb their arousal. It was all around them, clinging to him like a cobweb. He couldn't think straight, not like this.
Dragging her down on all fours, he bent Rogue over the coffee table. She tensed but when Creed leaned forward to nibble her neck, she let out a little moan. The sounds she made only caused him to bite harder, making her gasp. He wasn't in the mood to draw blood, but hearing her whimper out of the pleasure and pain he caused was enough. She rested her cheek on the wooden surface, her hands curling around the edge. Tugging down Rogue's pajama shorts while unbuttoning his pants, Creed thought of all that he wanted to do with her. To her.
Normally she was shy, insecure about her body and sex but something tonight had caused that hesitancy to fall away. As he tugged the shorts off, she blatantly backed against him, a silent plea for what she wanted.
He couldn't stop the satisfied growl that rumbled in his chest. She was begging for it, even if she wouldn't open her mouth. Reaching around to touch her, he found her slick and ready and she moaned simply from his touch.
"Are you dying for it, baby girl?" he taunted in her ear.
Her reply was a desperate noise as she simultaneously rubbed back against him and his hand. He shifted his his hips away from her, leaving her there until she sighed in frustration.
"Please," she murmured as he continued to touch and toy with her.
"Please what?" he teased her, even though he felt like he'd die to be inside her at that moment. He'd never felt a need quite like it. It wasn't just the need to slate his own lust, he wanted to show her. She needed to know that only he could make her feel this way; this empty - and that only he held the cure. There was no mistaking her longing either, she'd never been like this before.
"Please," she said again, this time with one hand trying to reach back to touch him.
Without warning, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her.
Rogue gasped in surprise, but strained against him. Sliding in and out of her, he felt her soften and find a rhythm with him. The most delightful noises spilled from her lips and as her keening grew louder, Creed realized he wanted to see her. Moving back, he grabbed and turned her to straddle him. Just as he'd imagined, her face was flushed an erotic shade of pink. He pulled her towards him and, with a look, made it clear what he wanted. What she wanted. There was no instruction this time. She slid down onto him, gripping his shoulders for support.
"Damn," he mumbled in pleasure.
Rogue set the tempo. "Is this right?" she asked shakily. God but she wanted to feel him. She needed that release. At this moment, it no longer mattered that he'd been callus or that he could be the biggest bastard that ever lived, she wanted him.
"Yeah," he said gruffly, "fuck."
He moved to push her top up over her breasts, admiring the view he found for himself. Lowering his hands, he grabbed her hips, urging her faster. He couldn't wait this time, didn't want to - and he could tell she didn't either.
"Please," she asked, frustrated that she couldn't find the answer on her own.
He pulled her forward, changing the angle and meeting her urgency with his own until all that existed was the place where their bodies met. They came fast and hard, with Rogue digging her fingers into him so hard that anyone else would have bruises. Creed fought the urge to claw her, flip her over and leave his mark somewhere, but he couldn't resist grabbing her as she'd done him - enough to leave a bruise on those lovely hips of hers.
Rogue collapsed on his chest, sweaty and satisfied. It was just what she'd sought. She was probably turning into one of those kinds of girls. Oh well, she thought, right now she didn't even care. Her head bounced as she heard a peculiar noise coming from Creed.
Had he just laughed a little?
"Damn, baby girl," he said, folding his arms around her to slide her off to his side. "You're quite the little hell cat when you're horny."
Rogue turned a furious red, burying her face into his side. "Don't say stuff like that," she protested.
Creed just grinned broadly. "Why not? It's the truth ... and you don't hear me complaining."
He moved his legs until he had one of hers tucked between his thighs. "You worry too much about shit like that, when all you need to be concerned with is what I think. If you don't hear me complaining, then don't worry about anything else."
Propping himself up on one arm, he reached over her with the other. He looked down at her, she was successfully pinned to the floor by his body, just as he'd intended.
"And I know you were scared and all freaked out that I was dead or something, so I'm gonna forget about that little temper tantrum." He turned serious, "But you show out like that again, and you'll have to deal with the consequences. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Rogue nodded, feeling like a child being chided for an attitude problem.
She watched as he got to his feet, stretching his arms up over his head, completely steady and totally secure with his own physique and nakedness. What it must be like to have that kind of confidence, she thought.
"I'm going to bed now, Rogue. It's time for you to do the same."
There would be no small talk tonight, no reassurances. Not that she needed it. It wasn't like she wanted to stay with him ... or cuddle or anything like that.
Creed helped her to her feet and waited as she slid her shorts back on. They remained silent until she reached her bedroom door.
"I'm going to be here tomorrow," he said as if giving instructions, "and I want to take a hike around the property. I know you do a lot of walking, but there's some things I want to show you. So rest up."
With that he strolled off to his room and she heard as he locked the door behind him.
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Rogue was already downstairs working on her second cup of coffee when Victor came down.
"You're up early," he commented while pouring himself a cup.
"Yeah," she said, trying not to sound over eager. She'd woken up earlier than normal and couldn't go back to sleep. She was, what her mama would call, "antsy". With no idea why, she couldn't wait to get outside and hike. Maybe she needed to burn some energy, maybe it was because it was such a perfectly beautiful day, maybe because hiking was somewhat normal in her new world of abnormality. Whatever the reason, she was ready to get going.
She hoped he wasn't going to mind her bringing some food to eat. From what Victor had told her, she reasoned they might be gone for more than a couple of hours. A picnic would be nice. The weather was just perfect for that kind of outdoor activity; warm and sunny.
"Do you want some breakfast?" she asked to coax him along.
"Nah," he said slowly. "I'll just make a protein shake ... and you're going to need to toss that food in a back pack. I'm not hauling a basket around. You can carry it."
Rogue wrinkled her nose at his clipped tone. She put the snacks in a bag and tried to be patient as he meandered around the kitchen getting his shake ready. He was entirely too slow for her taste, she was ready to go. Must it really take this long to fix one shake? Perhaps she hadn't needed that second cup of coffee after all.
He downed his drink in two long swallows, dragging his hand across his mouth to wipe it.
"Alright. You ready over there?" he smirked.
She tried to play it off. "I guess. What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you're about to jump out of your damn skin you're so ready to go. You should lay off the caffeine."
Rogue glared at his back as Victor walked out the back door. How did he know what she was feeling? How did he always know? It drove her insane. She couldn't possibly be that transparent. Was it possible that his mutation also leaned towards some kind of telepathy? The thought made her shudder. It made sense with all he just seemed to know for no reason, but telepathic? That would be terrible!
"Let's go!" he yelled back to her since she was lagging behind.
Rogue grabbed her backpack and hurried after Creed. He probably thought he'd tamed her now; especially after what had happened the past two days. Well, there were plenty of things her bastard owner didn't know about teenage girls, especially this girl.
A smile curved Rogue's lips. If he thought she'd given up on finding out more about his mutation and who he really was, then he was in for a big surprise. There was only one problem, though. She'd have to figure out a way to test him without him figuring it out. It could prove difficult if the man was a freaking telepath. Then she'd be in deep shit.
They walked along the path that Rogue normally took, but after a few yards, Creed hung a left into the trees. She remained close by him, noting how easily he moved through the woods, even areas hindered by brush and undergrowth. Whereas it seemed she was fumbling through, making tons of noise and stepping on dry twigs all the time - he wasn't making much noise at all.
She pondered the man in front of her. Maybe he was more familiar with the woods because he'd been here before. Maybe he was just an accomplished mountain man. Maybe he had super mutant precognition of the wilderness. Whatever. It didn't matter - sooner or later he was bound to let something slip, she was sure of it. If not; she'd have to make it so. The idea of the challenge excited her. She couldn't help but let a small laugh escape.
Creed shot her a glance past his shoulder, silently telling her she'd better not be up to something. Rogue felt like sticking her tongue out at him again. Nothing ever went unnoticed.
"Soooo," she began her plan of action, "where are we going?"
"Wanted to show you the land and there's a few things you may not have noticed. I thought I might get to show you some wildlife, but with you tromping through the woods like a herd of buffalo, I doubt we'll sneak up on much."
"Well sorry," she cocked her head higher. "We can't all be as light footed as you, Mr. Creed." Rogue smirked at calling him light footed.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, letting go of the small branch he'd bent back while walking through. Rogue caught it just before it could swat her in the chest.
After a moment they stopped at a little clearing where he knelt down to show her something in the dirt.
"These are fiddle heads," he told her.
Rogue knelt beside him to see the light green shoots coming up out of the ground. Sure enough they looked like the end of fiddles or violins where they curled into themselves on the end.
"It's the new growth of a fern - and they're actually loaded with calories and protein, and you can eat them." With that he snapped one off, wiped at it and popped it in his mouth.
"I brought food if you're that hungry," Rogue eyed him oddly.
"Just shut it and try one." Creed thrust a fiddle head under her chin.
Rogue wiped it on her pants before putting it in her mouth. It wasn't too bad actually, like a weird sort of salad. As she chewed, Creed started talking about other things to eat, how you could live off the food in the wilds, even when you couldn't kill game. He told her she'd be a better gatherer anyway. After that he was quiet for a moment, seeming to take inventory of the area around them when she got an idea.
With all the concentration she could muster, Rogue tried to project a thought. Something he couldn't miss, especially not when silent and in the woods, alone with her and kneeling in the dirt. Something he would have to respond to once he heard it telepathically. She fought turning beet red.
I want you to take me. She squinted her eyes. I want you to grab me and throw me down in the dirt, rip my clothes off and ... fuck me right here.
Rogue knew she was blushing now, she could feel the flames on her face. She envisioned the act itself in as much detail as she could muster, the two of them writhing around in the dirt - all hot and sweaty and earthy.
But he wasn't paying attention. She cleared her throat.
Look at me, dammit. I want you to take me. NOW! I want ... to jump on you. I'm going to jump on you and tear at your clothes and ... pay attention to me! I'm thinking naked thoughts here. Hello?!
She sighed in frustration. Either he was the world's worst telepath or he was blocking her out on purpose, or - he wasn't telepathic at all.
"You alright?" Creed raised an eyebrow at her. "The sun in your eyes? You're squinting and you look funny."
Rolling her eyes, Rogue got to her feet. "I'm fine. My leg is asleep," she lied.
He waited for her to fake getting feeling back in her limb before continuing on. Along the walk they stopped at various sights or if Creed heard an animal. Rogue would take those moments to try other tactics. Sex thoughts weren't working so she went for his other hot button.
I cannot stand you, you big, overblown, arrogant, cocky asshole!
She threw the thought out as hard as she could, even though the venom of it wasn't there anymore. She no longer hated him and even though he was arrogant and all that, she kind of liked it. It fit him.
You think you are God's gift. I know you think your hair is sexy but it isn't. It makes you look like a girl or a ... a transvestite ... yeah, and you wear your shirts too tight. Oh! and I'm thinking of breaking into your basement. Yep. Take that oh all knowing one! I'll break into your room too and dig around in all that stuff you keep so private. Uh huh. And then spread all my 'girl shit' all over the house ... and spray perfume so that the entire place smells like the cosmetics department and I'm going to ask questions all the time and -
"I'm hungry," he interrupted. "Hand me that bag."
Rogue shrugged the bag off her shoulders as he found a grassy spot in an open area.
Creed sat in the clearing, admiring the view. He had a nice place and couldn't help but congratulate himself on such a fine find. Looking at the girl next to him he felt a bit of that same pride. She'd turned out well, even if she was a pain in the ass sometimes. He knew he'd have to discipline her for the outburst the other night, just as he knew she'd be guilty of it again. She was the most bull headed female, never mind girl, he'd ever met. That fire was part of the appeal too though. Challenge was good. He lived for competition and conquering things. A battle too easily won was no fun - and he didn't know that he wanted to entirely win the war. He rather enjoyed sparing and savouring each victory as it was.
His fawn was acting weird today though. She was definitely up to something, he just couldn't tell what. First, she was entirely too quiet. Second, the subtle shifts, in her scent and body language, didn't make a lot of sense. She'd been aroused yet shy ... while eating plants in the dirt. Now that was kinky. He'd felt all sorts of anger and frustration while walking, but there was no real punch behind it. She wasn't attempting the cold shoulder or acting put out. It made no sense.
Regardless, he'd be aware in case she pulled some stunt and he'd enjoy teaching her another lesson or two if need be. She didn't need to know that he knew she was up to something. Suppressing a grin, he continued to play ignorant as he dug into the backpack Rogue brought along. Whatever was going on inside that pretty head of hers - he was prepared.
Rogue munched on a sandwich while contemplating Creed. So far he hadn't given himself away. By now she was guessing he wasn't a telepath. But if he wasn't, how did he know so many personal things about her? Like when she was nervous or when she was ... well - horny? Or when she was having her period? He couldn't possibly keep track of what day of the month she got off the pill, right? Unless ... no, she'd have noticed had he rummaged through her drawers. She kept her pills tucked away in her bedroom anyway. She had to think of something, but what?
After their break was over, Creed drug her further into the woods. Still, she was fairly familiar with the area and knew that the small lake was somewhere nearby. They hiked around without much talking as he explained how many acres he owned and all that lived on it and how no one lived on the land they owned around him. Rogue wasn't paying attention. She had a mission in mind and wouldn't rest until she got some sort of answer. There was no use asking him. That time in the kitchen, when she'd cut him just to watch him heal, it had worked. She didn't dare try anything like that again, but there were other ways to get him to show his true colors. If he was just ignoring her bait for telepathy, then he wouldn't be able to ignore this.
She focused solely on what she planned to do, the truth and the lie. She envisioned it, shouting the words in her head and once he turned his back, she didn't hesitate.
Creed thought he'd heard a deer in the distance and as he turned to hone in on the source, he heard the sound of Rogue's feet wandering about behind him. She really was incapable of being still today, but he ignored her to focus in what he wanted to see. If it was a decent sized deer, he would hunt it later and have enough venison to last the season.
Once Rogue grew quiet behind him, he finally saw the deer. It was a doe, and far too small for what he needed. Better to leave her be and search for larger game.
"See her over there?" he whispered over his shoulder. There was no response.
Creed turned to grab Rogue's attention, but all that was behind him was the stretch of empty woods. What the hell? Scanning the nearby area he couldn't see her anywhere. His hearing didn't fail him though. She was running towards the lake.
"Rogue!" he shouted as ran in the direction she had disappeared.
No answer.
"ROGUE!"
He felt anger bubbling up inside him. She hadn't just wandered off aimlessly, he felt certain. Her silence and plotting all day now became clear. If that little girl thought she could use a walk outside as an opportunity to run away, then she was stupid as well as crazy. There was no way she'd escape and all she'd managed to do was piss him off.