Fractals

Fractals Chapter Twenty Six (NC-17)
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“Here,” Rogue said shortly, placing a rather stunned-looking turtle in front of Todd. “He was in the rhododendron.”
“Fast, for a turtle,” Todd commented, petting the shell idly and shoving the pages of extra work aside. Picking Stick up, he looked him in the eye and said firmly, “Next time, run faster! Make this work worth it.”
Rogue snorted. “He’s from Pet-a-Palooza in the mall. I don’t think he’d know what to do in the wild.” She turned one of the student desks around to face Todd’s and sat down, leaning on her el to to peer more closely at the turtle. “Who drew the stars on his shell?”
Todd shrugged and stood, heading for Sticky’s terrarium. “I think he’d do just fine on his own. There’s lots of good bugs out there and the water’s nice and murky. And I think that was Jubilee. It comes off,” he added, rubbing at one of the tiny pale stars with his thumb. “Yeah, it comes off.”
Rogue sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes against an impending headache. “We have a meeting at six with Sean and Emma about how to deal with the media.”
“When did thappenppen?” he groaned, giving up on the punishment assignments and dropping to sprawl in the seat across from Rogue. “And why them?”
“Ten minutes ago and because,” she replied, opening one eye. “You going to be in here all through lunch break?”
He nodded. “Storm was pretty pissed about Sticky. Poor guy.” He glanced balefully at the turtle, who was now munching happily on a piece of slightly wilted lettuce left in his terrarium in memoriam after the escape attempt. “What’re you doing in here, anyway? Weren’t you going to go to the gym at lunch?”
She shrugged and stretched her legs. “I was. But I changed my mind.” Not changing expression, hooked her booted foot around the leg of his desk and dragged him closer. “It’s a good day.”
He barely managed to suppress a smile as he raised an eyebrow at her. “A good day? Well, we got two tests, a paper an’ it’s raining out, but I guess you could say it’s a good day…”
She snorted. “Todd, we’ve got ten minutes till the end of lunch. We’re in a room with no security cameras and I can touch you without killing you. Why do you think I’m wearing a skirt? For my health?” She hated skirts usually. She felt awd ind in them and hated the idea of that much exposed flesh, but for convenience’s sake, she supposed, they were alright. “Besides,” she added in a decidedly different tone, leaning forward, “you owe me.”
“I *owe * you?” he asked incredulously, though without annoyance. “How you figure?” He leaned forward to meet her, stopping just short of kissing her. “We keepin’ tabs and you didn’t tell me?”
She smiled. “Nah… just seemed like a vague enough threat to get you on your knees quick.” She closed the distance between them, her eyes closing as she made contact.
Todd had never really given much thought to kissing before he met Rogue, and even then, he did not really consider it overmuch until she had, in his thinking, lost her mind and got with him. He had never thought of kissing as a purely erotic act in and of itself until recently and sometimes, though he would never tell Lance this, his most sexual fantasies never involved more than kissing Rogue. Going weeks without being able to touch her, even casually, had invested him with an appreciation for touch, for how a subtle brush of lips could send shivers through his entire body and do more than any explicit display of sexuality ever could. He sighed and reached up to tangle his fingers in her hair as she wrapped hers around his wrist, deepening the kiss slowly until he thought he would rather die than break away to breathe. Finally, she moved away just a little, enough to talk.
“Five minutes,” she breathed, smiling slyly.
“I do some of my best work on deadlines,” he replied, winking.
Rogue laughed, the sound ringing in the otherwise quiet room. Her laugh changed to a gasp as Todd dropped to the floor, pushing her knees apart as he leaned forward, brushing a kiss against the inside of her thigh, then another over the small tattoo hidden by her skirt. She sighed a soft and high breath, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as his fingers moved across the thin fabric of her undergarments, pushing it aside and skimming over her exposed sex briefly but searingly. She bit her lip to keep silent at the first touch of his tongue on her folds, a strong shudder running the length of her spine and seeming to pool into a shivering miasma of need low in her belly, glowing warm and needful as he became more invasive, tasting her sex and desire as his hands moved to her hips, holding her to his seeking mouth. She gripped the edge of the desk as the need to be vocal seemed to great to hold back much longer, the tentative, then more certain, teasing flicks of his tongue and the pressure of his lips against the bud of her desire making her move against him, unable to keep still as she felt her blood burn in her veins. He murmured against her, wordless pleasure and entreaties for her to release, and she gasped again, the breath torn from her lungs in a rush of pleasured need. Hed cad came sooner than she had thought, Todd’s tongue against her and within her, tasting the core of her and making love to her with lips and tongue and fingers. She arched her back and cried out softly, her climax coursing through her and making her feel weak and glad she was sitting down. Finally, Todd kissed her one final time, leaning back carefully to avoid hitting his head on the desk before moving back to the chair opposite her. She was still out of breath but managed a smile and felt her face turn pink under her pale make up.
He grinned, looking slightly disheveled himself. “So should I get lunch detention more often?”
She laughed softly, still gathering her wits. “Maybe you should just come to my room tonight after dinner.”
“We have that meeting…” He shrugged. “We can skip.”
She sighed. “No, no…we’ll get dragged to it come Hell or high water…” She glanced at the clock and vented a curse. “Damn it… I’m late to Spanish.”
He sighed. “That means I’m late to the Danger Room… Fuck.”
“No, you’re fine. Logan’s gone to see Kitty so he canceled the sessions.” Rogue stood and raked her fingers through her hair. “See you at ten?”
He nodded. “Ten’s fine.” He waited until she had shut the door behind her before gathering his things and shuffling the papers into a semblance of order to deposit on Storm’s desk. He paused, poised to drop it in her in box, his eye caught by a folded over newspaper poorly hidden under the grade book. _God bless teachers in a hurry, _ he sent up hastily, dropping his work and reaching for the headlines. He could hear Storm coming down the hall, talking to Beast, his baritone rumbling ahead of them. Quickly, he shoved the newspaper into his binder and leapt for the window, shoving it open and clambering outside before the classroom door opened. No doubt, he thought, Beast would be able to smell the sex in the air StorStorm would know it was him who took the paper, since he was the only one with permission to be in the classroom at lunch in the first place. _Might as well get a head start before trouble catches up with me. _