The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER CHAPTER TWENTY (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Kristen and Lucas want to build snowmen but Ted won't let them. Referee? And you still rock for betaing and translating. ;) InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are special little bunnies for archi. :). :) Oh, and happy belated Imbolc to my fellow followers out there... :) Readers/Reviewers: I have it on good authorities there may be dissention among the ranks in the Killer Kitties (tm) continuum. Watch your backs... ;)

Todd hoped he did not look as guilty as he felt. _It's not like Matthews doesn't deserve it, the shit. Jubilee can be downright vicious when she wants to be! _ He limped into the mansion via the backdoor, Lance having gone in through the front to divert suspicion. Jubilee was still conceivably at gymnastics practice so no one would be asking her why she was late coming back from school. He could smell dinner cooking and his stomach lurched in response to the aroma, but he was in no state to go where people were. As quietly as possible, Todd made his way upstairs, holding his breath when he thought he heard Kurt coming but it turned out to be a false alarm. Todd sighed with tangible relief at the sight of his door, just mere feet away, when a hand shot out of a neighboring room and grabbed him, dragging him in before a yelp could escape his throat. He found himself flung onto a bed and staring up at a grinning mutant.
"Hey, babe."
"Damn it, Marie...scare me, why don't you?" Todd felt his heart hammering in his chest. "I thought Logan found out..."
"Found out what?" Rogue threw hef dof down on the bed next to him, making him bounce up slightly as she floundered, rolling onto her side to better talk to him. "That I was going to have my wicked way with you because it's _that time of the month _ ?"
Todd did not miss the sudden shift in her tone, making his mouth go dry with anticipation and excitement. "No, just...something that happened at school."
"He already knows about Kitty getting suspended...Hell, everyone knows." She quirked a brow at him. "Did you hear me say it was that time?"
"Mmmhmmm..." Todd smiled at her eager expression.
"So what're you going to do about it?" she said, rolling onto her back and flinging her arms over her head. "Ravish me? Make me a wanton hellion who's every breath cries your name until I collapse in pure, unadulterated satiation?"
Todd snorted. "What?"
"Sorry...got hold of one of Storm's gothic romances. So, nice shoes, wanna fuck?"1
"You are one weird chick, you know." Todd tentatively reached out and touched her cheek with one finger. "Just checking," he said in response to her raised eyebrow.
Rogue's nose wrinkled as Todd flattened his palm against her cheek. "You smell lien Gen Gay."
"Er...sorry. I'd better wash my hands..." He rolled off the bed and walked as calmly as possible to the bathroom, staving off his urge to run there and back. _Soap, soap, soap...ew. It smells like a girl. But at least it's Rogue. _ He whistled under his breath as he scrubbed the ointment residue from his fingers, watching with idle interest as the bubbles formed and popped as he wore away the lettering on the bar. With the water running, he did not hear Rogue enter the half bath behind him.
She waited until he was rinsing his hands, noting with some ire that he had used most of her soap, before wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. "Taking too long," she said with a pout.
Todd felt his face and neck turn red. He was still not used to anyone showing him affection, much less Rogue. "Er...sorry?" He accepted the hand towel she passed him and turned in her arms, tilting his chin up enough to brush his lips against hers. "What do you want to do this time?"
It was Rogue's turn to blush. The few times they had been able to touch uninhibited, they had decided to try different things, seeing what they liked best and then creating variations that could be performed clothed. She was honestly at a blank, though, and responded, "Whatever you want..."
Todd bit his lip in thought. "Oooookay..." With a sudden smile, he kissed her hard, stepping forward until her back was pressed against the wall. Rogue made a small noise of surprise as his hands dropped to her hips, squeezing the rounded flesh there and then moving lower to her thighs, pressing his arousal against her. He bit her lower lip, making her gasp, giving him entry to her warm mouth. Their tongues met and kis kiss deepened, soft sighs and throaty murmurs. He finally broke the kiss enough to tug at her shirt and say "Off!" with a degree of urgency that brooked no argument.
Rogue pulled her shirt over her head, the garment not even hitting the floor before Todd's mouth latched onto one of her nipples through her bra, friction of the fabric across sensitive flesh almost too much for her to bear under his tongue, stroking her as his hands tried, at first with futility then with more confidence, to unhook her bra. She sighed audibly as the cotton and lace restraint came loose and she took the chance to breathe as Todd removed his mouth from her in order to throw the bra aside. Tugging at the waistband of his jeans, she mimicked his earlier tone and said "Off!" Todd grinned and made short work of shucking off his shoes, socks and jeans, throwing off his shirt almost and an afterthought. He fished a foil packet out of his wallet, wondering if this was the good one or if he had left that one in his room and _this _ condom was the one he had carried around since he was twelve, shrugged it off, and hastily sheathed his member. When he finally looked back up at Rogue, he paused to stare. He never got tired of seeing her naked, taking in her smooth white skin, unmarked by freckles or even a hint of a tan line, her propensity for covering up neck-to-toe leaving her bare of marks other than a birthmark Todd discovered last time he had seen her naked. In his more poetic moments, he was wont to compare her to marble but he was sure she would slap him if he ever said such a thing aloud, so he kept it to himself, merely staring and sighing until Rogue shifted uncomfortably. "Um, Todd?"
"Oh, er...yeah..." He stepped towards her again, his hands skating over her skin, the rise of gooseflesh beneath his fingers make him shudder with the knowledge that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her collarbone provided too tempting a spot to kiss, his lips barely touching her before she moaned softly. He latched on with abandon then, not caring if he marked her. Todd pressed her back against the wall again, rubbing against her as he did so, feeling her own arousal moisd hod hot on her thighs, seeping onto his skin where he brushed against her. With a groan of pained anticipation, Todd slid a finger between her legs and found her center, stroking the sensitive button of nerves and flesh until he felt her melt around his digit, Rogue's body sagging somewhat against him as she tried to stay upright. With more apparent surety than he was actually feeling, Todd gripped her thighs and lifted her slightly, letting the wall behind her bear the most of her weight, and parted her legs enough for his length to brush against her entrance. Rogue gasped in startlement at first then wound her arms around his neck in anticipation, making soft mewling noise her her throat in lieu of words, wiggling her hips in an attempt to make him enter her. Todd prayed to whoever was listening that he would not drop her or do something equally embarrassing, and carefully, slowly, slid into her, her weight against him driving his arousal deep into her warmth, making her eyes fly open in surprised reaction even as his clenched shut with the sensations washing over him. Rogue's nails bit into his back and he groaned, biting her neck gently, marking her there as well. She rocked her hips against him and tightened her legs, squeezing with internal muscles he was not even sure she had until that moment. Todd knew he was not going to last as long as he would have liked, but, from the feel of things, neither was Rogue. She ground against him, pressing against her most pleasurable spot, and bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out loud. "It doesn't matter, Marie," he murmured. "Be loud...No one will care."
It was a lie and she knew it, but at that point in the evening, she had lost all sense of propriety. She did not care if Logan himself burst into the room, claws flying, so long as she could always feel Todd inside her. Incoherently, she cried out, not able to form in words the thoughts that were bubbling to her lips. Instead, she dug her nails in deeper and was dimly mortified to feel a welling of blood on Todd's skin. "Oh, God...Please..." she managed to gasp before pressing her lips to his forehead in an effort to gain some modicum of composure.
Todd was mildly aware of the pain in his head and face from his broken nose throbbing, but he decided to deal with it later. For that moment, all he wanted to feel was Rogue-Marie, he said to himself-all around him. He felt the blood dotting his back and neck but did not mind. In fact, he rather liked the idea that he would be marked by scars the way she was by the tiny green character on her upper thigh, the feeling of belonging to someone and having them belong to him tapping into the more primal parts of his brain. Rogue's strangled gasp against his skin preceded-barely-a rush of heated desire around his length, her climax making him feel as if he were being consumed in fire. Todd groaned and held her firmly against him as he felt the tightening in his belly turn into an almost painful, tingling sensation and then release, disappointing and elating at once, meaning he would have to part from her body soon but also that she could feel the effect she had on him, the sheer ecstasy of physical union. He found he could not form words until the final spasm of desire had passed, letting Rogue slide down to stand on her own feet. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder and said in a rough whisper, "I have no idea why I wanted to hold off doing that..."
"Don't even talk about it," she said fiercely, pressing another kiss to his forehead, forcing him to look at her. Her makeup was smeared and her skin was flushed, but Todd thought she never looked more beautiful, and told her so. "You're teched,"2 she informed him dryly, but blushed nonetheless.
"You're still beautiful." Todd shivered with the feel of sweat cooling on his recently heated skin and sighed. "Guess we'd better get dressed."
"If we have to," she sighed. She wanted to have another go but knew it would be chancing it, the window of opportunity for touch narrowing by the minute. With resigned, slow movements, they pulled on their clothes, Rogue sliding around him to peer in the mirror, bemoaning the disarray of her makeup and setting it to rights with long-practiced methods. "Why'd you smell like Ben Gay for anyway?" she asked all of a sudden.
Todd blinked in surprise. He had been hoping she would not ask. He did not want to drag her into what he, Lance and Jubilee had done to Duncan Matthews. "No reason...just pulled a leg muscle earlier."
"Liar." She turned to face him, eyeliner brandished like a sword.ne, ne, you never pull your leg muscles-I think it's physically impossible or something, and two, when you lie, you can't look at me."
Todd forced himself to look up from the rug and into Rogue's eyes. Her narrowed gaze made him shift uncomfortably. "I can't tell you. It's better if not many people know."
"I'll tell you what I did to Pietro if you tell me what you're up to..." Rogue jabbed the air with her eyeliner, narrowly missing Todd's cheek. "And, as an added bonus, I won't draw Groucho glasses and a mustache on you in your sleep."
Todd snickered. "Fine, fine...okay, you first."
"I spread a rumor that, not only is he speedy off the track, if you catch my drift, he has quite a collection of goat-related porn under his bed. I'm gonna dig some stuff up on the Internet tonight to stash in his locker tomorrow."
Todd grinned at that mental picture, mirroring Rogue's own mischievous smile. He never got the chance to tell her his story, though. Jean's voice blared through both of their heads. _*Todd, wherever you are, get the Hell into hiding NOW!!! The school called and Logan's out for blood! * _ Todd and Rogue exchanged sick glances before hastening out of the bathroom, Rogue first, Todd slamming into her back as she froze in place.
Logan stood in the doorway to Rogue's room, arms crossed and face set on 'glower.' His very demeanor spoke of certain pain to his intended victim "Todd, you've got a shitload of explaining to do..."
1 Actual pick up line I've heard before. Good way to get a drink spilled on you.

2 Comes from the phrase "touched in the head," teched is just a slang pronunciation of it. It means crazy. Add that to your Southern Lexicon. ;)