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Boredom in Rogue's Bed
A/N: I hadn’t planned on doing another part to this, but it came out anyhow.
Disclaimer: Who do you think I am? Stan Lee?
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Two weeks after her encounter with Tabby, Lance, and Pietro, Rogue lay in bed staring at the ceiling. They’d all come out of their hormone induced stupor an hour or so after their group orgasm and the three Brotherhood members had left without a word; unspoken promise to not say anything for each, barring perhaps Pietro, felt some shame in what they’d done. Lance for doing anything sexual with the best friend of the girl he had once loved. Tabby for some inexplicable reason felt like she had done something wrong. And Rogue, well, she felt guilty for only waiting a week after mastering control of her powers to have sex. Unprotected sex with a guy who was one of the most, if not the most, sexually active students at Bayville High.
She sighed heavily and turned to gaze out her window. She was happy to have her own room. No matter how close she and Kitty became, abs absolutely abhorred sharing a room with her—or anyone for that matter.
“What to do? What to do?” She asked herself aloud, not at all expecting an answer.
“How about you and me go to the new mutant club just outside of Bayville?” Pietro stood over her, smirking. She blushed furiously for a moment before composing herself and glaring venomously at him.
“What? Why would I wanna go with you?” She stood up, to gain a little advantage in height or gain a little dignity.
Pietro smirked; his arm snaked out and grasped her waist, pulling her to him. He looked down into her eyes with a heated, predatory gaze. He rolled his hips into hers, causing her to gasp slightly. Her eyes clouded for a moment. When they cleared, she rolled them up to look him in the eye.
“Oh,” was all she said and his lips crashed onto hers then, kissing her hard. The kiss was all teeth and tongue; sucking and biting, passionately, fervently.
They broke apart, needing air. Their eyes met for a moment and neither one had any intentions of turning back. Pietro’s lips met hers in a gentler kiss and he lowered her down onto her bed. His lips left hers for a moment before finding her neck. His tongue darted out to lick her heated flesh before his teeth grazed the same spot. He sucked, hard, on her neck causing her to cry out.
Her hips bucked against his; he pushed his pelvis back into hers. Fully clothed, imitating what they wished they’d be doing soon. Sooner, if Rogue kept moving like that. He pulled away from her neck and moved to attack her lips once more. Her hand twined in his hair as the other grabbed at his back. His hand slipped up her shirt and under her bra. His long nimble fingers massaged her breast and she moaned into his kiss.
Encouraged by her moan, he rapidly removed her shirt. His hand moved to her back and she arched it accordingly. His fingers unhooked the clasp and seductively dragged it off her body. He stared at her, partially nude before him, and felt himself harden even more, if that were possible. He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He tongued the hardening bud as he sucked on her tit.
“Oh, God. Pietro!” She moaned breathless from his actions. Her skin felt like a live wire everywhere he touched her. It was as if she had been dead all this time and was finally awakening.
He grinned against her skin and moved up her body to place a ravishing kiss upon her lips. Regaining control of her hands, as they had seemingly disappeared when his lips touched her breast, she moved them down his body and pulled out his jeans so that she might touch the mighty beast caged in denim.
It was, this time, he who moaned into her mouth, and it was she who smirked. A few baffling moments later, they were both naked. She felt his length pressed against her abdomen and smiled. Her minute joy in his erection lasted but a moment, for his fingers entered her then. She gasped as he moved them, slowly and purposefully.
“Faster…” She managed to whisper. “Oh, god, Pietro, move faster!” She cried at him and he complied, but not before taking her earlobe into his mouth.
Her hands gripped his shoulders like a vice; there would be bruises tomorrow. He felt her insides contract as she cried out, her juices coating his fingers. He pulled out his fingers, giving her a moment to steady herself. When she half-opened her eyes to gaze at him, he knew it was time. Without a word of warning, he guided his bulging length into her.
“Still-so-tight.” He said; fast, no longer able to control his speed, in at least his speech.
“Ah!” She cried as he hit a sensitive spot. The penetration wasn’t as deep as the first time they’d been together, but he still hit everything right.
He pounded into her, loving every gasp, moan, and cry he elicited from her. Soon it all became too much and they were crying out and writhing together in a mass of ecstasy.
Their breathing returned to normal after a moment and Pietro, who had collapsed into her chest, looked up into her face. His eyes darted to the door and back to her with a quirked eyebrow, as if to say, “Why hasn’t Wolverine come in her to skewer me yet?”
She smirked at his unvoiced question. “My room’s been soundproofed cause of my nightmares.”
“Oh.” He nodded in understanding and rolled them over so that they could bask in the afterglow.
Rogue moaned slightly as he moved them. He smirked and felt himself begin to stiffen again. She sat up, him still inside of her, and began to move up and down. His hands held her hips and she held onto his arms. Looking up at her, watching her move with her head thrown back and her eyes close, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen—ever had. Her eyes opened and she stared directly into his eyes as their pace increased. His hands moved her hips, and he thrust his own hips up to meet them. The friction was glorious; soon their steadfast pace quickened, and then they were coming again. She crashed into him, sweaty and panting, her head hitting his chest. He could feel all the hot liquids flowing down him from inside her.
Slowly, he pulled her off him and laid her to the side. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, he moved so that his face sat betwixt her thighs. She stared down at him in awe for a moment before nodding; oh, yes, she wanted this.
His fingers traced patterns on the inside of her thighs and his lips followed. He was teasing her, drawing it out, and they both knew it. His tongue entered her and her eyes nearly flew from their sockets. He fucked her with his tongue while his fingers played with her clit.
Rogue bit her lip, afraid she would cry out so loud that even the soundproofing wouldn’t hide it.
And if she weren’t near bursting from his tongue fucking her, he switched him. He sucked on her clit, tonguing it lightly whilst his fingers pumped in and out of her. Her muscles contracted and she was coating him in her juices once again. He lapped them up greedily before settling next to her on the bed.
Disclaimer: Who do you think I am? Stan Lee?
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Two weeks after her encounter with Tabby, Lance, and Pietro, Rogue lay in bed staring at the ceiling. They’d all come out of their hormone induced stupor an hour or so after their group orgasm and the three Brotherhood members had left without a word; unspoken promise to not say anything for each, barring perhaps Pietro, felt some shame in what they’d done. Lance for doing anything sexual with the best friend of the girl he had once loved. Tabby for some inexplicable reason felt like she had done something wrong. And Rogue, well, she felt guilty for only waiting a week after mastering control of her powers to have sex. Unprotected sex with a guy who was one of the most, if not the most, sexually active students at Bayville High.
She sighed heavily and turned to gaze out her window. She was happy to have her own room. No matter how close she and Kitty became, abs absolutely abhorred sharing a room with her—or anyone for that matter.
“What to do? What to do?” She asked herself aloud, not at all expecting an answer.
“How about you and me go to the new mutant club just outside of Bayville?” Pietro stood over her, smirking. She blushed furiously for a moment before composing herself and glaring venomously at him.
“What? Why would I wanna go with you?” She stood up, to gain a little advantage in height or gain a little dignity.
Pietro smirked; his arm snaked out and grasped her waist, pulling her to him. He looked down into her eyes with a heated, predatory gaze. He rolled his hips into hers, causing her to gasp slightly. Her eyes clouded for a moment. When they cleared, she rolled them up to look him in the eye.
“Oh,” was all she said and his lips crashed onto hers then, kissing her hard. The kiss was all teeth and tongue; sucking and biting, passionately, fervently.
They broke apart, needing air. Their eyes met for a moment and neither one had any intentions of turning back. Pietro’s lips met hers in a gentler kiss and he lowered her down onto her bed. His lips left hers for a moment before finding her neck. His tongue darted out to lick her heated flesh before his teeth grazed the same spot. He sucked, hard, on her neck causing her to cry out.
Her hips bucked against his; he pushed his pelvis back into hers. Fully clothed, imitating what they wished they’d be doing soon. Sooner, if Rogue kept moving like that. He pulled away from her neck and moved to attack her lips once more. Her hand twined in his hair as the other grabbed at his back. His hand slipped up her shirt and under her bra. His long nimble fingers massaged her breast and she moaned into his kiss.
Encouraged by her moan, he rapidly removed her shirt. His hand moved to her back and she arched it accordingly. His fingers unhooked the clasp and seductively dragged it off her body. He stared at her, partially nude before him, and felt himself harden even more, if that were possible. He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He tongued the hardening bud as he sucked on her tit.
“Oh, God. Pietro!” She moaned breathless from his actions. Her skin felt like a live wire everywhere he touched her. It was as if she had been dead all this time and was finally awakening.
He grinned against her skin and moved up her body to place a ravishing kiss upon her lips. Regaining control of her hands, as they had seemingly disappeared when his lips touched her breast, she moved them down his body and pulled out his jeans so that she might touch the mighty beast caged in denim.
It was, this time, he who moaned into her mouth, and it was she who smirked. A few baffling moments later, they were both naked. She felt his length pressed against her abdomen and smiled. Her minute joy in his erection lasted but a moment, for his fingers entered her then. She gasped as he moved them, slowly and purposefully.
“Faster…” She managed to whisper. “Oh, god, Pietro, move faster!” She cried at him and he complied, but not before taking her earlobe into his mouth.
Her hands gripped his shoulders like a vice; there would be bruises tomorrow. He felt her insides contract as she cried out, her juices coating his fingers. He pulled out his fingers, giving her a moment to steady herself. When she half-opened her eyes to gaze at him, he knew it was time. Without a word of warning, he guided his bulging length into her.
“Still-so-tight.” He said; fast, no longer able to control his speed, in at least his speech.
“Ah!” She cried as he hit a sensitive spot. The penetration wasn’t as deep as the first time they’d been together, but he still hit everything right.
He pounded into her, loving every gasp, moan, and cry he elicited from her. Soon it all became too much and they were crying out and writhing together in a mass of ecstasy.
Their breathing returned to normal after a moment and Pietro, who had collapsed into her chest, looked up into her face. His eyes darted to the door and back to her with a quirked eyebrow, as if to say, “Why hasn’t Wolverine come in her to skewer me yet?”
She smirked at his unvoiced question. “My room’s been soundproofed cause of my nightmares.”
“Oh.” He nodded in understanding and rolled them over so that they could bask in the afterglow.
Rogue moaned slightly as he moved them. He smirked and felt himself begin to stiffen again. She sat up, him still inside of her, and began to move up and down. His hands held her hips and she held onto his arms. Looking up at her, watching her move with her head thrown back and her eyes close, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen—ever had. Her eyes opened and she stared directly into his eyes as their pace increased. His hands moved her hips, and he thrust his own hips up to meet them. The friction was glorious; soon their steadfast pace quickened, and then they were coming again. She crashed into him, sweaty and panting, her head hitting his chest. He could feel all the hot liquids flowing down him from inside her.
Slowly, he pulled her off him and laid her to the side. Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, he moved so that his face sat betwixt her thighs. She stared down at him in awe for a moment before nodding; oh, yes, she wanted this.
His fingers traced patterns on the inside of her thighs and his lips followed. He was teasing her, drawing it out, and they both knew it. His tongue entered her and her eyes nearly flew from their sockets. He fucked her with his tongue while his fingers played with her clit.
Rogue bit her lip, afraid she would cry out so loud that even the soundproofing wouldn’t hide it.
And if she weren’t near bursting from his tongue fucking her, he switched him. He sucked on her clit, tonguing it lightly whilst his fingers pumped in and out of her. Her muscles contracted and she was coating him in her juices once again. He lapped them up greedily before settling next to her on the bed.