Indecent Obsession

Indecent Obsession – chapter two

A late evening return from a pick-up mission had Scott skipping his ‘rendezvous’ with *Rogue* the next night. In fact, it was several more nights – his frustration growing – before he finally had the chance to slip away. He was heading down to the Danger Room when he noticed the glow of light coming from the indoor pool area. Someone else was apparently awake at one o’clock in the morning and Scott went to investigate.

A lone figure was currently underwater gliding towards the steps at the northern end of the pool. Scott crouched down on the deck and waited for the mystery swimmer to surface.

“Hey,” he said as the person finally came up for air, then spluttered and fell back under from the surprise.

Scott was just about to jump in when the person resurfaced. It was Rogue.

“Sorry,” he tossed out.

Rogue stood up in the waist-deep turquoise water and Scott saw that she was in a bikini. He’d never seen so much bare Rogue outside of his computer-generated fantasies and he swallowed hard as a certain region of his body immediately responded.

“Scott, I could’ve drowned,” Rogue said as she realized her current state of undress and sunk back down so that only her head and shoulders were visible above the waterline.

“Nah, I would’ve jumped in and rescued you,” he replied, flashing her a grin that emphasized his high cheekbones.

“And then I’d have to go get help to rescue your butt when my mutation zapped you,” she retorted with a dimpled smile of her own.

“Wouldn’t the water somehow negate your mutation?” he asked.

His expression was suddenly one of thoughtful contemplation, as if he were seriously considering jumping in to test his theory.

Not wanting the possibility of having to leave him lying unconscious on the bottom of the pool while she fetched help, Rogue held up her hand and said, “Let’s not try that without a qualified lifeguard on duty, okay?”

“So what’s with the moonlight swim?” he asked, still kneeling down – afraid to stand up for fear of revealing his reaction to her practically naked presence.

“Too dangerous during the day when other people are around,” she stated matter-of-factly, but with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

A couple of minor ‘accidents’ soon after she’d arrived, coupled with the typical exaggeration of the incident in Logan’s room, had a lot of the students giving her a wide berth. Rogue often found herself a spectator, sitting on the sidelines and watching the group activities the other kids took for granted. As it seemed unimaginable that anyone could feel isolated in a house overflowing with occupants, Rogue’s plight – for the most part – had been overlooked. Scott, Jean and Ororo had attempted to persuade her to join in, but having to be constantly covered wasn’t conducive to some activities – like swimming for instance. Charles had purchased her a wetsuit, but the teasing it provoked had Rogue retreating to her room in tears.

“I was gonna do a few laps myself,” he said, the lie sliding off his tongue easily, “Do you mind?”

Sensing her fear, he quickly added, “It’s a big pool, we’re not likely to collide.”

So maybe Scott’s reasons for wanting to join Rogue in the pool weren’t completely altruistic, but then again her gift wasn’t telepathy and he was sure she’d never find out. He figured she’d slap him if she had an inkling what he did to her in his fantasies, not realizing that thanks to the brief touch in the kitchen the other day, she was already privy to a few of his more secret thoughts.

“Okay….I guess,” she stammered.

“Great,” he said and then walked off to one of the changing rooms to procure a suit. She was nervous enough without him skinny dipping; besides if he were naked she’d clearly see his raging hard-on and that would be a pretty good indicator of the real reason he was intent on hanging around. Nice baggy swim trunks were definitely the way to go.

When Scott returned to the pool Rogue was sitting on the wide steps absently slicing her hands through the water. He put his foot on the first step and Rogue, broken out of her reverie, jumped and then scooted over to the far end of the steps.

“I won’t bite,” Scott said, then with a teasing grin, added, “Unless you want me to?”

Rogue threw him a startled, puzzled look.

“Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood,” he offered, even as he mulled over the potential tastiness of her pale skin.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m not used to having company when I’m here.”

Scott glanced over at her – they were sitting on the top step so the water only came up to their hips, which afforded him a splendid view of her ample breasts that were barely restrained within the miniscule bikini top. He was infinitely grateful his crotch was submerged in the cool water. Rogue meanwhile had been sneaking her own peeks at Scott, appreciating the sculpted musculature that usually spent way too much time hidden under turtlenecks or primly buttoned-up shirts. She wondered if what she’d picked up from him when he’d wiped the droplet of ice cream off of her was simply wishful thinking on her part – her own fantasy of what she wanted him to be fantasizing about when he looked at her. A flush of arousal made her warm despite the cool water.

There was suddenly an awkward silence.

“Race you to the other end,” Scott suggested in an effort to break the tension.

“You’re on,” Marie replied and dove into the water.

“Cheater!” Scott yelled pointlessly as he plunged in after her.

Scott easily caught up to her and they both broke the surface and reached for the edge of the south side of the pool seconds apart with Scott’s fingers touching first.

“No fair, your arms are longer,” Rogue said as she splashed him playfully.

“You had a ten-second head start,” he reminded her as he splashed her right back and she let out a sound that was part shriek and part giggle.

“Rematch!” Rogue shouted and dove under again heading back to the other end.

“Why you little…..” Scott muttered before following her.

He still managed to reach the edge before her and she finally conceded defeat, then initiated a splashing battle. In all the excitement Scott went to reach for her to push her under, but Rogue was able to react before they actually made contact and flinched away from his grasp. Mumbling something about getting carried away and it being too dangerous, Rogue got out of the pool, grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and made a hasty exit – leaving Scott standing in waist-deep water in the suddenly quiet pool area.

Wasting no time, he got out of the pool, hastily dried himself off and headed to the Danger Room’s control booth. Scott knew exactly what ‘encounter’ he wanted with *Rogue* tonight – one that involved the absence of even the tiniest scrap of forest green fabric. He loaded the program and went down to the main arena.

Opening the door he found himself on the beach of a deserted island. Well, not quite deserted he noted with amusement, *Rogue* was there as well – looking quite fetching in the scraps of fabric that was all that was left of the clothes she’d been wearing when they’d crash landed on the island. The Blackbird’s homing device had been damaged during the tumultuous landing and rescue wasn’t imminent – something that strangely didn’t bother Scott. The island appeared to negate their mutations and for once Scott was able to discard the damnable glasses and see the world in more than shades of red, while *Rogue* celebrated her emancipation by wearing as little as possible.

Scott had constructed a thatched hut against one side of the cliffs at the northern end of the beach just in case any unexpected storms blew in – although he’d only programmed perfect weather, he knew *Rogue* would get a kick out of the ‘Blue Lagoon’ atmosphere. They’d been on the island for less than 24-hours when they’d made love for the first time. That initial encounter had been tender, but Scott had programmed this particular version of *Rogue* as a ‘bad girl’ who liked things a little kinkier. The next few days had been all about experimentation and who could be the most inventive. To Scott’s delight, *Rogue* was winning their little game of one-upmanship.

“I’m off to bathe in the lagoon,” *Rogue* announced, “I’m feeling very ‘dirty’,” she added with a mischievous wink.

Scott gave her a five-minute head start – enough time for her to get naked – before showing up on the bank of the lagoon and asking her if she needed any help washing her back.

Cocking her head to one side, she favored him with a seductive smile and crooked her finger at him in invitation. Discarding his boxers in one swift motion, he dove into the cool water, surfacing just in front of her. She put her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.

“*Rogue*,” Scott sighed as their lips met.

After they’d kissed each other just about senseless, Scott moved his mouth down onto *Rogue’s* neck and licked at the droplets of water dancing along the creamy skin and murmured heated words against the damp flesh. The water reached to the bottom of her ribcage, leaving her breasts temptingly exposed. Unable to resist the rose-colored nipples, he leaned down to suck one into the heat of his mouth. *Rogue* threaded her fingers through his wet hair and thrust herself against his mouth. Scott responded by biting down gently, which made her let out a hiss that was more about pleasure than pain. He released the nipple and proclaimed how good she tasted before he bit down on the other one, as she responded by nipping at his earlobe. He returned his attention to her lush mouth, swiping his tongue across the fullness of her lips.

He was so turned on that even the coolness of the water did nothing to diminish his erection.

“I’m so hard for you, baby,” he murmured against her mouth.

“And my being wet has nothing to do with the lagoon,” she whispered right back.

He got them back to the bank in record time, and too excited for foreplay, he splayed her legs apart and plunged into her in one rapid movement. *Rogue’s* legs instinctively wrapped around him as he cupped her bottom and began thrusting.

“Harder. Fuck me harder,” *Rogue* commanded as she dug her nails into his biceps.

Scott complied and pistoned into her with more force.

“YES! Oh, God, yes!” *Rogue* screamed as she thrashed about under him.

Concentrating on giving her a hard ride, Scott found it practically impossible to verbalize anything, but knowing that this particular version of *Rogue* liked to hear him talk dirty, he tried.

“Love. fucking. you,” he managed to pant out.

“Mmmmm,” *Rogue* simply moaned – apparently she was having a difficult time being coherent as well.

“Gonna come,” Scott announced mere seconds before emptying himself deep inside her.

He felt her inner muscles clench and milk him as her own orgasm overpowered her and she screamed his name in tribute to her release.

Afterward as they lay naked wrapped in each other’s arms, *Rogue* told Scott she didn’t care if they ever got rescued.