Ecstatic Transformation

III- She Spies Sun of Summer, Entrance to Midday Ablutions

"Ecstatic transformation, anti-mass annihilation
Sensual reincarnation
Life requires another death
Easy mass procreation, Imaginary expiration
Constructive incineration
It requires another death"

The windows had long been defrosted, though they hardly kept the chill out and the warmth inside. Even with the radiators on, even with doors and windows shut tightly, the warmth of the room left much to be desired.

Everyone in the room, huddled up at their desks, felt it and could barely focus on their work, no doubt dreaming of the warmth of a better heated room, or the shared heat gained from sitting in the tightly packed cafeteria with their friends.

One of the students, desperately trying not to think of a friend who was now something else entirely, tried to write down the notes the teacher was, in a droning, dictating voice, going on about. Some part of his history class that was terribly boring on this cold and new January morning.

Rubbing his hands together, Scott gazed out the window, trying to will the class to warm up, the lesson to get interesting, or somebody to get into a heated argument…anything at all to distract him, to keep him occupied and entertained, and his thoughts away from the one and only thing he could now focus on.

The nameless and the untouchable, who was now the only one he could dream of touching. Rogue.

Drumming his fingers on the desk, Scott gazed out at the bleak looking landscape outside, with the leafless trees and overhanging clouds, with not a single soul wandering in sight. It seemed like the type of landscape to inspire all those authors she liked so much.

Allowing himself a slighile,ile, lest anyone see it and wonder why, Scott wondered how he could doubt himself any more. He was obsessed. There was no other word for it, save loand and they approached each other more than either would admit.

The lesson dragged on, taking them all with it.

The bells had rung, and the once thronged halls had emptied in seconds, with only a bare few stragglers rushing to their lessons and a few skivers on the lookout for teachers that'd spot them skipping their lessons.

Walking those corridors, Scott headed absent-mindedly to the library, to waste away his study hour with idle fantasies that were never the less engrossing for all their lack of reality.

Passing by the swing doors that led into the student bathrooms, a voice rich in accent and lust spoke from behind him.

"I thought you'd come this way."

"Did you now?" Scott asked, turning around to see a sight that haunted his reality and his dreams.

"You think I don't know you go this way, every time you finish your math lesson and have to while away the minutes?" Rogue asked, pushing herself away from the wall she'd been leaning against.

"If you know it, who doesn't?"

"Are you gonna ask me if I care if anyone knows that I know?" Rogue asked, a note of sarcastic confidence clear in the discordant notes of her lust.

"I know better than to ask that question, now." Scott replied, his voice level as always.

There was silence, uncomfortable and awkward as always. As always, it had to be filled.

"You know why I'm here, Scott."

"I know." Scott sighed in reply. "And it's too dangerous. You know that." He added, stepping closer, keeping his voice low and level.

"I, don't, care," Rogue said, empathising each word, saying each word slowly and clearly. "Do I need to write it on the blackboard for you to get it?" She said, pacing around him.

"No." Scott said simply as Rogue finished pacing, standing directly in front of him. "But I care for you enough not to do what you ask. You could get hurt…and you'll have my thoughts with you for the rest of your life. My memories. Emotions. Whatever you pull out, you'll keep."

"It's too late for that. Even before you came to me last month, I had your thoughts. I know already."

"Who says you have to continue making mistakes?"

"Who says I'm making one?"

In the silence, Scott simply turned and started to stride away from Rogue, who slumped against the wall in silence, staring out into nothingness, barely hearing the swinging of a doorrby.rby.

Trying to distance herself from thoughts of this being a crippling rejection, Rogue didn't hear feet walking about, examining and checking. Absently, she dabbed at her eyes as the footsteps left to exit the bathroom.

The door swung open and shut, swinging loosely on it's hinges. A hand grasped her wrist, and Rogue looked up in time to see Scott press his finger to his lips. She nodded her assent, and clambered to her booted feet, letting him lead her into the male toilets, grimy and seemingly left abandoned by the janitors for years. Pulled into a cubicle covewithwith graffiti, Scott reached past her, his arm brushing against her fabric coated stomach, to lock the door behind Rogue.

"Here?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. Scott nodded, and whispered back, his lips by her ear,

"Here."

Tossing his bag in the corner, he motioned Rogue to do the same. She placed her bag on top of his, bumping into him, by accident more than design.

"Be careful," Scott whispered as she straightened up, moving in next to her, his body against hers, "At this rate, I'll forget to ask about the condom. You did say you have one, didn't you?" Rogue nodded, and whispered back,

"I don't break my promises." Scott smiled, whispered,

"Good. Now… let's make this work."

In whispers, he explained. Silently, she obeyed.

Dropping her bra onto the bags, Rogue sat down on the lowered toilet sear, the thin, gauzy material of her top the only thing between Scott's fingers and the skin of her breasts.

Fingers pressed against the fabric, he ran his hands along her covered breasts, his fingers dancing over her nipples rapidly turning erect. She sighed fiercely, heavily, squirming in her seat, fingers wrapped round the stained plastic.

With another whisper as her command, Rogue took off her skirt, slid off her underwear, dropping them on the pile on the bags. Spreading her legs without command, for a brief moment Scott ran his fingers over and through her wild pubic hair, before he slid a pair inside her, moving slowly, firmly.

Rogue moaned out loud, the sound echoing loudly in the cramped cubicle. In response, Scott stopped his ministrations on her, covering her mouth with his free hand, and pressing the two fingers that had been in her to his lips. She nodded her assent, and Scott returned the fingers, but kept the hand in place as he fingered her ever faster.

Her moans, muffled as they were, increased in intensity and volume as she responded to his fingers in her, pleasuring her, but they never reached they fever pitch. When he stopped his fingering of her, the fingers withdrawn from her even, she thought she knew why. When Scott nodded at the bags and clothes in the corner, she then knew.

A half minute of rummaging, and she emerged triumphant, handing over the vitally needed. He smiled, and whispered in her ear,

"Good. Much longer, and I would have been pounding your ass."

"Maybe another time." She whispered back, sitting back down, her legs spread. Scott unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his rigid cock out of his boxers, and then sliding the condom on tight.

He thrust into Rogue, moist as his fingers remembered it, though now he felt only himself. He pressed his hand tight against Rogue's mouth, to muffle her boggle-eyed moans.

With each thrust, Scott slid in further, stretching her to accommodate, not detectable, as if she could focus on anything other than the pleasure. She knew the walls of her pussy would be pulling him in further to their secret but not silent congress.

Her arms pulling him in tight, her legs working at the same goal, Scott felt Rogue's moans against her hand, her own emotions no doubt enhanced by his in their skin-to-skin. He clenched his eyes shut, feeling and hearing her moans reaching fever pitch, the speed of his thrusts increasing in response.

Rogue shuddered, one long moan emanating from her as her orgasm ran through her body, her mind. Seconds later, Scott too shuddered with the spasm of an orgasm, leaving him wits brs breath ragged.

Bare second passed before they started to move, but that moment of stillness was enough.

Pulling out of Rogue, Scott pulled the condom off carefully, and as Rogue stood to one side, wearing only her boots and stockings as she got her bra back on, wondering how she had removed it and not her top, he chucked the condom in the toilet, not flushing it yet. Silence was still their ally.

Dressed, bags on backs, makeup smeared on one, Scott checked the bathroom, opening the cubicle door. Empty still.

As silently as possible, they went to the door, and Scott looked out at the empty corridor. Waving Rogue out silently, she disappeared into the female toilets. Silently, Scott returned to remove any remaining evidence, his mind already dng ang ahead to the days ahead.