Eloi

Eloi Chapter Fourteen

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Rogue
really tried to behave but sometimes, it was just too difficult.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She hated the idea that she could be remotely
like those girls at Bayville High she had made fun of, the ones who had been
pawing their significant others freely, the ones who had seemed to think of
nothing but sex and being attractive. For
example, at the very moment she was supposed to be keeping an eye on a gaggle
of new students, ones who had still not come fully to terms with their powers,
some of whom could be quite destructive if left to their own devices, she was
pressed against the inside of the boathouse door, Todd’s lips on her thinly
clad breasts, one of her legs twined around his while she balanced precariously
on the other one. The feeling of guilt
at the fact they were doing this in their friends’ house, while said friends
were gone, was subsumed by the feelings coursing through her at Todd’s
near-frantic touch. She arched her
throat and moaned as he latched on to one turgid nipple, drawing on her and
nipping gently with his teeth. She
curled her fingers against his back, her nails pressing into the flesh there,
but not painfully so. She could feel his
tongue against her, teasing her sensitive skin through the thin, silky fabric
of the lightweight shirt she wore in the summer heat, and Rogue could not help
the tiny moan that escaped her throat. “Todd,”
she began, but lost her words as his hand slid down her side to her hip, his
body pressing against hers so she could feel his need against the warmth of her
core.

“What?” he
murmured, his lips pressed against her nipple.
Her skirt was pushed up to her hips, his fingers seeking the wet heat
that bespoke her own arousal. “Jean ain’t
coming in here anytime soon,” he said, trying to allay her fears.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “And Scott’s at work for a few more hours…”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He moved to her other breast, biting down on
the obvious peak of her nipple with just enough force to make her gasp.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He rubbed his fingers against her center, the
fabric of her tights creating friction under his fingertips and making her
shiver against him. He could feel her
breathing speed up and he moaned against her.
He wanted nothing more than to be inside her at that very moment but it
would be a few more days before a safe time and even then, he doubted they
would have the chance to do anything.
Life was becoming increasingly chaotic at the Institute and while he did
not miss much about the Brotherhood, he missed the long days of nothing where
he could do what he wanted, when he wanted.
Rogue gasped again and he was dragged back to the moment.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Rogue
arched again, slipping a little against the door, but Todd stopped her from
falling. She was shaking in the early
throes of release, Todd’s fingers sending frissons of pleasure through her
body, trailing up her spine then coursing through her veins to settle in her
core. “We should be outside,” she
gasped, rocking her hips in times to his ministrations.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “They’re gonna look for us…”

“Well,”
Todd breathed, his forehead against her shoulder and
his own desire almost painful, “we can go out, if ya want, but I’m gonna bet we’d
cause a scene like this…” The slick
moisture of her sex made his fingers sticky and slick at once as he pressed
more firmly, moving quicker as her breathing became short gasps and soft cries.

Rogue could
not shoot back a witty response. She bit
down hard on her lower lip and shuddered. Her knee threatened to buckle as her
release broke over her like a wave. She
held back a slight whimper as Todd pulled his touch away from her, helping
steady her as she shifted to stand on her own two feet.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “I think,” she finally said as she caught her
breath, “we both need to take more cold showers.”

“What fun
would that be?” he asked, slipping an arm around her waist and leaning against
her, his ear pressed against her chest above her left breast, listening to her
heart. After a long moment, he
sighed. “You think someone’s really
threatening us or you think it’s Pietro
havin’ fun at the Boardinghouse?”

Rogue
shrugged, her arms moving to hold Todd in a loose embrace.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She wanted to return the gesture but she knew
it was not a good place for what she had in mind.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> _He’ll survive till Tuesday, _she thought
with a hint of guilt. “I dunno.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I don’t think it’s Pietro
but I don’t think anyone’s gonna blow us up or somethin’.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She
closed her eyes and turned a niggling thought over in her mind, picking it to
tiny pieces and putting it back together to form a whole.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “You know… last time I was down the road
towards the boardinghouse, it didn’t look like anyone was livin’
there. Maybe they dissolved the group?”

Todd
snorted. “Doubtful.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You think they’d do that?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Magneto’s like a psycho scout leader, ya
know?”

Rogue
frowned. “I dunno.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I think…” she paused, then
said in a rush, “I think I wanna go check it out
later, when this bullshit out there is done.”

He leaned
back, peering up at her through narrowed eyes.
“You wanna go back to the Boardinghouse? You
worried ‘bout ‘em?” He tilted his head
slightly to one side, considering her slightly abashed expression.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Kay.
I think I left some old socks there, under the sofa or class=SpellE>somethin’.”

She raised
a brow. “class=SpellE>Ew.”

He
shrugged, a mirror of her earlier gesture, and smiled.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Hey, too late now—you’re stuck with me.”

She rolled
her eyes and pushed him away teasingly. “C’mon.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Let’s get out there before that green kid
blows something else up.”

Todd
shuddered theatrically, following her out the back door of the boathouse, both
of them peering around guiltily to make sure they were unnoticed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Don’t make me sit that weird one, with the
webbed feet…she creeps me out!”

Rogue
laughed. “You’ll be fine…come on.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She looped her arm through his and they
headed towards the cluster of students nervously playing on the lakeshore, both
oblivious to their spy.