Fic: It Happened One Night... (Nine of Cups, Rogue/Magneto)
Title: It Happened One Night...
Author: willowaus
Fandom: XMMF, my Adaptation verse
Pairings/Characters: Rogue/Magneto, Pyro, Avalanche
Rating: M
Tarot: Nine of Cups
Summary: She was bored…
News. Click. More news. Click. How many freakin’ news channels are there? Click. That sappy, unrealistic show with all those friends living in an apartment in New York…oooh, it’s the one with the box…Click. Pick a channel! Click.
Rogue refused to look over at Pyro, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her annoyance. Pick a channel or I swear I’ll suck the life out of you and pry that damn remote from your dead body. She smiled at that thought, it actually sounded like a worthwhile idea. Erik wouldn’t mind, not after Pyro’s mishaps during the mission last week, though Avalanche would probably try and kill her. You can take him, she reminded herself, an evil grin on her face as she rubbed her hands together. She almost wanted to cackle with glee.
“Stop doing your Mr. Burns impression, Rogue,” Pyro said, looking a little terrified of her before nodding towards the screen. “You like this show.”
Rogue turned her attention back towards the television and sighed happily as the familiar theme music began playing. “We saw this one last week,” Avalanche groaned as he dropped onto the couch beside Pyro.
She glared at him. “Ixnay,” Pyro staged whispered. “She’s in a mood.”
Her glare intensified and she sank back into the chair, crossing her arms across her chest in agitation. “What’s wrong with you?” Avalanche prodded, tossing a pillow at her.
She deflected it with her hand. “Boss ain’t giving any?” he continued and her mouth dropped open in shock.
“Dude, no!” Pyro protested, covering his ears, a look of disgust on his face.
“From the look on your face I’d say I’m right,” Avalanche said. There was way to much pride on his face.
Rogue’s cheeks were burning, fists clenched tightly in her lap. “Stop, stop, stop,” Pyro pleaded, shaking his head.
“Well, he has been real busy with the new plans,” Avalanche continued and she stared at him, unable to believe he was continuing.
“Keep it up and see what I can do with this pillow,” she warned, waving it threateningly.
“What? Smother Pyro?” Avalanche snickered.
“Hey!” Pyro exclaimed, smacking him on the arm.
“She would,” Avalanche said and Rogue wasn’t able to deny that.
“I feel so loved.” Pyro sunk into the couch, glaring at the two of them.
“Stop pouting. It makes you look four,” Avalanche told him and Pyro stuck his tongue out.
Rogue rolled her eyes and stood. “I’m leaving before this goes any further,” she muttered.
“She’s gonna see if Magneto’s in the mood,” Pyro whispered as she passed.
Rogue whacked him with the pillow as she exited the room, delighting in the sound of Pyro’s pain and Avalanche’s laughter. She slowly made her way through the fortress, wondering what she should do. Mystique was out collecting information, Callisto and Caliban were otherwise occupied, the kids were training with Emma, and she didn’t really want to mingle with the new recruits. They annoyed her, even more than Pyro.
She considered curling up in bed and reading, using her time to relax to her advantage but she’d finished all her books and had no desire to try any of the ones Erik had suggested. Bubble bath? She wondered, idly walking up the stairs towards their quarters, pleased that they were isolated from the others.
She stopped in front of the study door, contemplating pushing her way in and…And what? Rolling her eyes, she leaned back on her heels, trying to think of what she would do and failing miserably. Just go take a bath, she chided herself and turned to go, freezing as the doorway slid open.
“Is there a reason you are disturbing me?” Magneto’s voice was cold and she peered into the room, locating him at his desk, intently reading a stack of documents.
She silently berated herself as she began pulling at her fingers, forcing herself to stop. “Yep,” Rogue replied, putting her hands on her hips.
He looked at her, a startled expression on his face that was quickly masked as he leaned back in the chair. “Oh?”
Taking a deep breath, she sauntered inside, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she neared him. She saw his jaw tense, his gaze focused on her waist. Before she had time to rethink what she was doing, she proceeded to sit on his lap, placing her knees on either side of his legs. “Mhm,” she replied, placing her hands on his shoulders.
His hands didn’t move from the arms of the chair and bit her lip, doubt beginning to build in her. She studied his face, his expression cool and unfeeling. Slowly, she pressed her lips to his, her heart beating faster each second he didn’t respond. Pulling back, she bit her lip. “I’ll…uh…” she stammered, knowing her cheeks were getting redder with each passing second. I am such a fool.
Rogue made a move to get off of him, surprised when his hands grasped her hips, fingers digging into them. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, an amused tone to his voice.
She glared at him. “Well you obviously don’t want me here,” she growled, trying to dislodge his hands.
He tightened his grip and she glowered at him. “Pretty girl,” he said, running a hand up her side and she swatted his chest.
“Don’t you ‘pretty girl’ me,” Rogue said, scowling. He grasped her hands, his grip bruising.
“Do you like ‘impertinent girl’ better?” he asked, one of his hands sliding underneath her shirt.
“How about ‘get your hands off me before I deck you girl’?” she asked, smiling sweetly.
“Impertinent it is,” Magneto murmured as his hand brushed against the bottom of her breast.
She barred her teeth at him and he laughed. “Perhaps you do have too much of me in this pretty little head.”
“Whose fault is that?” Rogue replied, moaning as he pulled her down towards him, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.
She refused to respond, going absolutely still in his arms. The pull of her power started and she rolled her eyes, knowing he wasn’t holding his shield in place on purpose. She blushed at the images that rushed into her mind, seeing exactly what he wanted to do to her. His mouth left hers, pressing kisses along her neck as his hand continued to roughly brush against her breasts. She tried not to react but as he bit her hard on the shoulder, she cried out, arching her body into his.
His mouth was on hers again and she kissed him back, hands grasping his shoulders and she pressed her body into his as he caressed his hands down her back. Pretty girl. She bit his lip and pulled away from him, smiling wickedly. Pushing herself off of him, she moved towards the door.
“You know where I am if you need me,” Rogue told him, laughing as she dodged the paperweight he threw at her.
Smiling, she entered their bedroom and started to count to ten as she waited for him to follow, unable get past three. She never did get to take her bubble bath.
Author: willowaus
Fandom: XMMF, my Adaptation verse
Pairings/Characters: Rogue/Magneto, Pyro, Avalanche
Rating: M
Tarot: Nine of Cups
Summary: She was bored…
News. Click. More news. Click. How many freakin’ news channels are there? Click. That sappy, unrealistic show with all those friends living in an apartment in New York…oooh, it’s the one with the box…Click. Pick a channel! Click.
Rogue refused to look over at Pyro, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her annoyance. Pick a channel or I swear I’ll suck the life out of you and pry that damn remote from your dead body. She smiled at that thought, it actually sounded like a worthwhile idea. Erik wouldn’t mind, not after Pyro’s mishaps during the mission last week, though Avalanche would probably try and kill her. You can take him, she reminded herself, an evil grin on her face as she rubbed her hands together. She almost wanted to cackle with glee.
“Stop doing your Mr. Burns impression, Rogue,” Pyro said, looking a little terrified of her before nodding towards the screen. “You like this show.”
Rogue turned her attention back towards the television and sighed happily as the familiar theme music began playing. “We saw this one last week,” Avalanche groaned as he dropped onto the couch beside Pyro.
She glared at him. “Ixnay,” Pyro staged whispered. “She’s in a mood.”
Her glare intensified and she sank back into the chair, crossing her arms across her chest in agitation. “What’s wrong with you?” Avalanche prodded, tossing a pillow at her.
She deflected it with her hand. “Boss ain’t giving any?” he continued and her mouth dropped open in shock.
“Dude, no!” Pyro protested, covering his ears, a look of disgust on his face.
“From the look on your face I’d say I’m right,” Avalanche said. There was way to much pride on his face.
Rogue’s cheeks were burning, fists clenched tightly in her lap. “Stop, stop, stop,” Pyro pleaded, shaking his head.
“Well, he has been real busy with the new plans,” Avalanche continued and she stared at him, unable to believe he was continuing.
“Keep it up and see what I can do with this pillow,” she warned, waving it threateningly.
“What? Smother Pyro?” Avalanche snickered.
“Hey!” Pyro exclaimed, smacking him on the arm.
“She would,” Avalanche said and Rogue wasn’t able to deny that.
“I feel so loved.” Pyro sunk into the couch, glaring at the two of them.
“Stop pouting. It makes you look four,” Avalanche told him and Pyro stuck his tongue out.
Rogue rolled her eyes and stood. “I’m leaving before this goes any further,” she muttered.
“She’s gonna see if Magneto’s in the mood,” Pyro whispered as she passed.
Rogue whacked him with the pillow as she exited the room, delighting in the sound of Pyro’s pain and Avalanche’s laughter. She slowly made her way through the fortress, wondering what she should do. Mystique was out collecting information, Callisto and Caliban were otherwise occupied, the kids were training with Emma, and she didn’t really want to mingle with the new recruits. They annoyed her, even more than Pyro.
She considered curling up in bed and reading, using her time to relax to her advantage but she’d finished all her books and had no desire to try any of the ones Erik had suggested. Bubble bath? She wondered, idly walking up the stairs towards their quarters, pleased that they were isolated from the others.
She stopped in front of the study door, contemplating pushing her way in and…And what? Rolling her eyes, she leaned back on her heels, trying to think of what she would do and failing miserably. Just go take a bath, she chided herself and turned to go, freezing as the doorway slid open.
“Is there a reason you are disturbing me?” Magneto’s voice was cold and she peered into the room, locating him at his desk, intently reading a stack of documents.
She silently berated herself as she began pulling at her fingers, forcing herself to stop. “Yep,” Rogue replied, putting her hands on her hips.
He looked at her, a startled expression on his face that was quickly masked as he leaned back in the chair. “Oh?”
Taking a deep breath, she sauntered inside, exaggerating the sway of her hips as she neared him. She saw his jaw tense, his gaze focused on her waist. Before she had time to rethink what she was doing, she proceeded to sit on his lap, placing her knees on either side of his legs. “Mhm,” she replied, placing her hands on his shoulders.
His hands didn’t move from the arms of the chair and bit her lip, doubt beginning to build in her. She studied his face, his expression cool and unfeeling. Slowly, she pressed her lips to his, her heart beating faster each second he didn’t respond. Pulling back, she bit her lip. “I’ll…uh…” she stammered, knowing her cheeks were getting redder with each passing second. I am such a fool.
Rogue made a move to get off of him, surprised when his hands grasped her hips, fingers digging into them. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, an amused tone to his voice.
She glared at him. “Well you obviously don’t want me here,” she growled, trying to dislodge his hands.
He tightened his grip and she glowered at him. “Pretty girl,” he said, running a hand up her side and she swatted his chest.
“Don’t you ‘pretty girl’ me,” Rogue said, scowling. He grasped her hands, his grip bruising.
“Do you like ‘impertinent girl’ better?” he asked, one of his hands sliding underneath her shirt.
“How about ‘get your hands off me before I deck you girl’?” she asked, smiling sweetly.
“Impertinent it is,” Magneto murmured as his hand brushed against the bottom of her breast.
She barred her teeth at him and he laughed. “Perhaps you do have too much of me in this pretty little head.”
“Whose fault is that?” Rogue replied, moaning as he pulled her down towards him, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.
She refused to respond, going absolutely still in his arms. The pull of her power started and she rolled her eyes, knowing he wasn’t holding his shield in place on purpose. She blushed at the images that rushed into her mind, seeing exactly what he wanted to do to her. His mouth left hers, pressing kisses along her neck as his hand continued to roughly brush against her breasts. She tried not to react but as he bit her hard on the shoulder, she cried out, arching her body into his.
His mouth was on hers again and she kissed him back, hands grasping his shoulders and she pressed her body into his as he caressed his hands down her back. Pretty girl. She bit his lip and pulled away from him, smiling wickedly. Pushing herself off of him, she moved towards the door.
“You know where I am if you need me,” Rogue told him, laughing as she dodged the paperweight he threw at her.
Smiling, she entered their bedroom and started to count to ten as she waited for him to follow, unable get past three. She never did get to take her bubble bath.