100 Situations - Rogue/Pyro T2 Prompt #11: Fair
Title: Renewal (15/?)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #11 - Fair
Word Count: 914
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers. Cheers to feeferj, and also to scatterhearts.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14
Written for 100_situations
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They were still laying on the floor a couple hours later, both emotionally exhausted. Marie’s head was on John’s chest, her arms around him. She had been listening to the sound of his heartbeat, only she hadn’t let herself fall asleep; not this time.
“You’re allowed to be happy, John. Even as a human.”
His arms wrapped tighter around her. “Why?”
“Why should you be? Or why are you allowed to be?”
He shrugged. “The first one. Both.”
She shifted, raising her head to look at him. “No one deserves to be unhappy their entire lives.” She took a breath, readying herself for his answer to her next question. “When we had sex the first time, were you happy then?” She held back a sigh of relief when he nodded without hesitation. “And when you called me up, did it make you happy when I said yes after you asked me to dinner?” Again he nodded, and again she tried not to show her relief. “And when I came to your office, before you knew I was going to fuck you… did it make you happy just to spend time with me?” She saw the beginnings of a smirk, but he nodded. “And doesn’t it feel good?”
This time the smirk couldn’t be contained. “We still talking about happiness?”
Marie smiled. “Yes, so get your mind out of the gutter. What else would make you happy? Right now?”
She waited for the immediate response about sex, but it never came. He actually seemed to be giving it serious thought. She watched as his gaze shifted to the ceiling, his expression turning contemplative.
“Food in the fridge… Maybe having a properly cooked meal instead of take away. Waking up next to you. And that whole getting ready thing, you know, together. I liked that. A lot. And I know you think I mean the shower, which okay, I mostly do. But I mean getting dressed as well. Moving in the same space. Leaving at the same time. God help me, I’d actually like it if that was my day-to-day routine. Better job, or at least a greater purpose in life than delivering some asshole lawyer’s mail. And I think I’d also like to have a night’s sleep in my bed instead of on the sofa.”
Marie’s smile was genuine as she kissed the corner of his mouth. “And don’t you think it’s only fair and right that you should have the things that make you happy?”
His blues eyes suddenly narrowed with suspicion as his gaze returned to her. “Why do I get the feeling that this is a trick question, or something?”
She shook her head, her face the picture of innocence. “It’s not. I just thought that maybe while I was here we could try and do the things that made you happy, or at least got them organised, or started, or whatever.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
She nodded, raising herself into a kneeling position as she straddle him. “And the sleeping and the waking up, well that’s easy. I was going to spend the night anyway, right? Only now we have to sleep in your bed. And after you wake up next to me, well it’s hardly like I’ll be running off immediately, so we’ll get ready together. The food…” She turned her head looking for a clock. She twisted awkwardly to read the digital alarm clock by his bed. “Well, there’s bound to be a 7-11 or something open, right? So we can at least get some food in the fridge. And, well, I can always cook if you wanted me too…”
Her chest was heaving from all her fast-talking, and she blushed as she noticed that it wasn’t lost on John either. He just winked at her though, and then sat up so his face was nearly level with hers.
“I think all this happiness has gone to your head. But okay. If this is what you want.”
She frowned at him, disapproval lacing her tone. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what you want.” She ran her hands through her hair. “So what do you say, Allerdyce? Ready to be happy again?”
His eyebrow arched, his full lips all but pouting as he observed her. “You sure you’re a secretary and not some weird, albeit sexy as hell, motivational speaker? And what do you plan to do about my job?”
She grinned, ignoring his insult in favour of concentrating on his question. “I already suggested law school. I’m sure you’d be a great asshole lawyer. Besides, remember what we agreed on? I cook you dinner, and you keep me so that I can spend all morning lingerie shopping, and then coming to the office to fuck and then-”
Her words were muffled as his hand covered her mouth. “I got it, I got it. I can’t really argue with that scenario anyway. The thought of all the little outfits you’ll be strutting around in is just about killing me.”
She licked at his palm, unable to conceal the wicked grin her lips curved into when he removed his hand. “Then you’ll love what I’ll be sleeping in tonight.”
His lips brushed against hers, his hand moving to tangle in her hair. “Then why don’t we just skip to the bed part, and forget the food?”
Marie’s stomach chose that moment to let its presence be known, and she giggled. “That’s why, sugar.”
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #11 - Fair
Word Count: 914
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers. Cheers to feeferj, and also to scatterhearts.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14
Written for 100_situations
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They were still laying on the floor a couple hours later, both emotionally exhausted. Marie’s head was on John’s chest, her arms around him. She had been listening to the sound of his heartbeat, only she hadn’t let herself fall asleep; not this time.
“You’re allowed to be happy, John. Even as a human.”
His arms wrapped tighter around her. “Why?”
“Why should you be? Or why are you allowed to be?”
He shrugged. “The first one. Both.”
She shifted, raising her head to look at him. “No one deserves to be unhappy their entire lives.” She took a breath, readying herself for his answer to her next question. “When we had sex the first time, were you happy then?” She held back a sigh of relief when he nodded without hesitation. “And when you called me up, did it make you happy when I said yes after you asked me to dinner?” Again he nodded, and again she tried not to show her relief. “And when I came to your office, before you knew I was going to fuck you… did it make you happy just to spend time with me?” She saw the beginnings of a smirk, but he nodded. “And doesn’t it feel good?”
This time the smirk couldn’t be contained. “We still talking about happiness?”
Marie smiled. “Yes, so get your mind out of the gutter. What else would make you happy? Right now?”
She waited for the immediate response about sex, but it never came. He actually seemed to be giving it serious thought. She watched as his gaze shifted to the ceiling, his expression turning contemplative.
“Food in the fridge… Maybe having a properly cooked meal instead of take away. Waking up next to you. And that whole getting ready thing, you know, together. I liked that. A lot. And I know you think I mean the shower, which okay, I mostly do. But I mean getting dressed as well. Moving in the same space. Leaving at the same time. God help me, I’d actually like it if that was my day-to-day routine. Better job, or at least a greater purpose in life than delivering some asshole lawyer’s mail. And I think I’d also like to have a night’s sleep in my bed instead of on the sofa.”
Marie’s smile was genuine as she kissed the corner of his mouth. “And don’t you think it’s only fair and right that you should have the things that make you happy?”
His blues eyes suddenly narrowed with suspicion as his gaze returned to her. “Why do I get the feeling that this is a trick question, or something?”
She shook her head, her face the picture of innocence. “It’s not. I just thought that maybe while I was here we could try and do the things that made you happy, or at least got them organised, or started, or whatever.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
She nodded, raising herself into a kneeling position as she straddle him. “And the sleeping and the waking up, well that’s easy. I was going to spend the night anyway, right? Only now we have to sleep in your bed. And after you wake up next to me, well it’s hardly like I’ll be running off immediately, so we’ll get ready together. The food…” She turned her head looking for a clock. She twisted awkwardly to read the digital alarm clock by his bed. “Well, there’s bound to be a 7-11 or something open, right? So we can at least get some food in the fridge. And, well, I can always cook if you wanted me too…”
Her chest was heaving from all her fast-talking, and she blushed as she noticed that it wasn’t lost on John either. He just winked at her though, and then sat up so his face was nearly level with hers.
“I think all this happiness has gone to your head. But okay. If this is what you want.”
She frowned at him, disapproval lacing her tone. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what you want.” She ran her hands through her hair. “So what do you say, Allerdyce? Ready to be happy again?”
His eyebrow arched, his full lips all but pouting as he observed her. “You sure you’re a secretary and not some weird, albeit sexy as hell, motivational speaker? And what do you plan to do about my job?”
She grinned, ignoring his insult in favour of concentrating on his question. “I already suggested law school. I’m sure you’d be a great asshole lawyer. Besides, remember what we agreed on? I cook you dinner, and you keep me so that I can spend all morning lingerie shopping, and then coming to the office to fuck and then-”
Her words were muffled as his hand covered her mouth. “I got it, I got it. I can’t really argue with that scenario anyway. The thought of all the little outfits you’ll be strutting around in is just about killing me.”
She licked at his palm, unable to conceal the wicked grin her lips curved into when he removed his hand. “Then you’ll love what I’ll be sleeping in tonight.”
His lips brushed against hers, his hand moving to tangle in her hair. “Then why don’t we just skip to the bed part, and forget the food?”
Marie’s stomach chose that moment to let its presence be known, and she giggled. “That’s why, sugar.”
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