Cold
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,442
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Cold
* * - means thoughts in their heads
" " - means words spoken outloud
Rouge's POV
The voice in the other side of her brain was truly beginning to get annoying. I am with Bobby, no one but Bobby.
*Who honestly cares about Bobby. If only you could let me takeover. I would solve all our problems.*
Yeah, in the way that only a whore in my head can right.
*If you were honest with yourself you would realize just who in the hell I am.*
Honesty. Okay then be honest, just who in the hell are you?
*You.*
I'm not a whore.
*No were not. We just think like one. Before you lie, tell me who could possibly know more than I, about the long nights awake thinking of what exactly Pyro could do with that lighter to indescriable. Sweaty thoughts of fire licking its way up to our mouth and all the way back down to where it belonged, inside where we have our very own heat. Nights where a slick probbing took place, because self releif was the only way to take away the sweet pain.*
I love Bobby, and he loves me. I don't NEED fire.
*But we hate St. John so much more. How can you even frankly say Iceman is a true match for us. He lacks what we need, and it's kinda obvious who his affections are leaning towards. When will you learn that us loners need to stick together. After all who knows more about being alone than Mr. Untouchable himself.*
Ther was never anything between Pyro and myself. Ever. What we just did, is something that will never have a chance to happen again.
*Why, were tired of being the untouched virgin and you could tell by the heat that this has been building. Like it or not this is not finished.*
What do you mean not finished, he violated....
Pyro's POV
*I should have known that bitch was gonna run*, but just because he did didn’t mean he understood. Him and Rogue were getting past that skin problem just fine and even she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. Taking a moment to catch his breath, and to hopefully to will away the rest of the boner that the running hadn't taken away, for a bicth that he was beginning to belive, also blessed with a split personality. First it was no no no no no I love Bobby, then it was yes yes yes yes yes Pyro take me, then it was hey lets run 15 miles into the fucking wilderness towards nowhere, as far as he could tell. Sighing to himself *well at least we know she’s gonna be hell in bed.* Kneeling down beside her to check if she had sustained any damage after running at a break neck speed through branches and twigs, then getting hit in the head with an inflamed rock. Okay he admitted to himself maybe the rock had done at bit more damage than the others, but only a little. Leaning down a bit more to check her head he idly noticed that she had lost a shoe. Inching down her body from her head to her toes, giving her a thorough inspection, he determined that she had no other pressing wounds, just some scrathes and he bruises. He began to rip his already torn shirt for a bandage for her foot. It would be no good to let it fester. It was while tending to the foot, unbeknownst to him, she awoke.
Rouge's POV
Glancing around for a minute, Rouge quickly gathered that she did not make it back to the mansion. Letting all the details of the past 2 ½ soak in, she decided that maybe thinking hurt a little to much.
“John,” she said out loud as much as she did to herself “why does my head hurt.”
“Pyro”, he automatically corrected while pretending to put much more concentration into her foot than was actually necessary. Honestly, he was trying to come up with an answer that did not sound as crude as, I threw a inflamed rock at your head very hard to knock you out. Deeming that she would honor the truth, and considering that he had never lied to her before he decided to just blurt out the truth. Howevwer before he could get it out he was interupted.
“John.”
“Pyro.”
“Pyro please tell me that.”
“We almost just had some amazing sex,” In the driest tone he could manage, “yeah we did.”
Okay because of the fact people that I got absolutely no reviews, I decided that there was something extremely wrong with my story. So I re-edited everything and please r & r, even if you don’t like it. I just want to hear something constructive.
" " - means words spoken outloud
Rouge's POV
The voice in the other side of her brain was truly beginning to get annoying. I am with Bobby, no one but Bobby.
*Who honestly cares about Bobby. If only you could let me takeover. I would solve all our problems.*
Yeah, in the way that only a whore in my head can right.
*If you were honest with yourself you would realize just who in the hell I am.*
Honesty. Okay then be honest, just who in the hell are you?
*You.*
I'm not a whore.
*No were not. We just think like one. Before you lie, tell me who could possibly know more than I, about the long nights awake thinking of what exactly Pyro could do with that lighter to indescriable. Sweaty thoughts of fire licking its way up to our mouth and all the way back down to where it belonged, inside where we have our very own heat. Nights where a slick probbing took place, because self releif was the only way to take away the sweet pain.*
I love Bobby, and he loves me. I don't NEED fire.
*But we hate St. John so much more. How can you even frankly say Iceman is a true match for us. He lacks what we need, and it's kinda obvious who his affections are leaning towards. When will you learn that us loners need to stick together. After all who knows more about being alone than Mr. Untouchable himself.*
Ther was never anything between Pyro and myself. Ever. What we just did, is something that will never have a chance to happen again.
*Why, were tired of being the untouched virgin and you could tell by the heat that this has been building. Like it or not this is not finished.*
What do you mean not finished, he violated....
Pyro's POV
*I should have known that bitch was gonna run*, but just because he did didn’t mean he understood. Him and Rogue were getting past that skin problem just fine and even she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. Taking a moment to catch his breath, and to hopefully to will away the rest of the boner that the running hadn't taken away, for a bicth that he was beginning to belive, also blessed with a split personality. First it was no no no no no I love Bobby, then it was yes yes yes yes yes Pyro take me, then it was hey lets run 15 miles into the fucking wilderness towards nowhere, as far as he could tell. Sighing to himself *well at least we know she’s gonna be hell in bed.* Kneeling down beside her to check if she had sustained any damage after running at a break neck speed through branches and twigs, then getting hit in the head with an inflamed rock. Okay he admitted to himself maybe the rock had done at bit more damage than the others, but only a little. Leaning down a bit more to check her head he idly noticed that she had lost a shoe. Inching down her body from her head to her toes, giving her a thorough inspection, he determined that she had no other pressing wounds, just some scrathes and he bruises. He began to rip his already torn shirt for a bandage for her foot. It would be no good to let it fester. It was while tending to the foot, unbeknownst to him, she awoke.
Rouge's POV
Glancing around for a minute, Rouge quickly gathered that she did not make it back to the mansion. Letting all the details of the past 2 ½ soak in, she decided that maybe thinking hurt a little to much.
“John,” she said out loud as much as she did to herself “why does my head hurt.”
“Pyro”, he automatically corrected while pretending to put much more concentration into her foot than was actually necessary. Honestly, he was trying to come up with an answer that did not sound as crude as, I threw a inflamed rock at your head very hard to knock you out. Deeming that she would honor the truth, and considering that he had never lied to her before he decided to just blurt out the truth. Howevwer before he could get it out he was interupted.
“John.”
“Pyro.”
“Pyro please tell me that.”
“We almost just had some amazing sex,” In the driest tone he could manage, “yeah we did.”
Okay because of the fact people that I got absolutely no reviews, I decided that there was something extremely wrong with my story. So I re-edited everything and please r & r, even if you don’t like it. I just want to hear something constructive.