Serenada

A/N: I know...I know...It's been like forever! I apologize. Although I am still working on them, most of my X-men fics are piles of notebook paper, and I loathe the transfer process. However, I was hella bored today, and with my Internet Explorer down, and no one on line, I figured, 'what the hell' and broke out the Serenada folder. I'm sorry that I can't send everyone an e-mail update though. I'm forced to use my server's browser, and it won't let me access my hotmail accounts. If anybody knows a fix it or something, I'd be really greatful. Just leave a message here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/suyari/138804.html

Thanks in advance. Anyway, enough chatter. Here's a bit more of what you've all been bugging me for. ^^9


Professor Xavier watched his X-men assemble at the dinner table. It was always a pleasure to eat with them. There was so much to be learned. Every day was new and interesting, and today was no exception.

After spending such a carefree day, their spirits seemed to be soaring. All that is, except for a select few. Bobby, Roberto, and Ray were all grumpy about something, Hank and Jamie were likewise preoccupied, though far from unhappy, and Logan, well Logan was Logan. Rogue walked in rather jovially and sat beside Jamie, her mood infectious. Her eyes locked with Bobby’s for a moment, mind screaming something the Professor chose to ignore and owe up to Logan’s plan. He just hoped the plan would be successful without getting needlessly out of hand.

The other telepaths in the room shifted uncomfortably. Jean and Betsy tried not to stare, as Jono broke into a telepathic smile. Rogue pointedly ignored them. Nothing was going to break into her good mood.

The empaths seemed to be feasting off it.

“So, chere, why ‘y in such a good mood?” Gambit ventured.

“Just found a way ‘t beat th’ heat, Cajun,” Rogue replied, her eyes flashing.

“Well, dat’s good. Considerin’ y’ din’ spend any quality time wit’ us t’day.”

Rogue laughed. “Oh, ah spent mah quality time today.” She looked at Bobby, Ray and Roberto consecutively, before turning to her left. “Raht Jamie?"

Jamie nodded.

Jono was busy trying to stifle the echo of his telepathic laughter and fend off Jean’s glare. Rogue turned to him. “Jono, ah know ya know,” she said with a smile. “So tell ‘em. Did ah or didn’t ah?”

Jono nodded. *You sure as hell did* Then he began to laugh again. Rogue smiled at the warm buzz of his telepathy as it skitted through her mind.

Logan, who’d already smelled her, cracked a smile.

Rogue’s eyes flashed suggestively at Jono, causing him to laugh harder, shoulders actually shaking.

*Interesting way to cool down* Betsy offered.

Rogue looked at her. *Glad ya liked it, Bets*

Betsy blushed, a smile creeping over her lips. *Bonus points for subject matter* Her eyes flitted over to Bobby.

Rogue and Betsy began to laugh, Jean breaking out after them. Poor Bobby. It really was funny.

Warren’s eyes narrowed. “Why do I get the feeling there’s more to that then you’re leading us to believe?”

All he got was laughter in response.

Gambit snorted. “Dat’s ‘cause dere ion aon ami.”


The rest of dinner passed in much the same fashion. When dinner was over, all non-telepaths, with the exception of Jamie, were waiting to pounce the telepaths and pump them for information. Rogue got up and asked Jamie to follow her, which he gladly did. As she passed a crowded Jono, she flashed him a smile.

“Jon, ya tell ‘em an’ yer as good as dead.”

Jono’s eyes lit up, the only way he could physically smile. *Don’t worry, Rogue. Not a blessed soul* He put his hand up in a silent pledge of peace.

As Rogue disappeared, Jamie in tow, she could hear the others converge on him. She laughed and lightly shook her head. Who knew a simple frozen can of soda could be so fulfilling?

Generally, Rogue wasn’t one for self-gratification, even with her powers being what they were. She never did feel quite comfortable doing it, and was almost always too wound up to enjoy herself. However, the soda, as well as a mental image of Bobby had helped. And actually performing said act in his bed was thrilling, and more than enough to drive her over the edge. She’d already noted this helpful tidbit and filed it away for later use.

She’d completely forgotten about Jamie; that is, until they reached her room.

“Rogue?”

“Ah was thinkin’ of goin’ fer a swim now that everyone’s done,” she replied. “Thought ya might lahk ta keep me company.”

Jamie’s smile was near blinding. “Okay.”

Rogue laughed. “Wait here, ah’ll be raht back.”

Jamie nodded, as she closed her bedroom door.


Jamie idly kicked his legs around, enjoying the sound of the movement of water. He was sitting on the side of the pool, his legs dangling over the edge, water up to his knees. The night air was warm, and the sky was a beautiful swirl of colors in lue of the setting sun.

Rogue was swimming around lazily, as she had been for the past hour. Jamie found he really enjoyed being her chosen company. She was wearing a pink bikini that laced at her sides, her pale skin gleaming in contrast, and in the light that still refused tave ave the sky, Rogue almost glowed. Jamie wasn’t stupid. He fully appreciated the amount of trust Rogue apparently had in him. Besides, the view was far from shabby.

Rogue was seventeen, and like most active girls her age, had taut skin and a body that defied gravity. Jamie, having just turned thirteen, would have to be blind not to notice. Being an X-man took a lot of training, and usually lead to an excellent body. Jamie had yet to gain these certain effects. But Rogue, almost four years his senior, had benefited marvelously from it. Her body was lean and slightly muscular, ‘Though athletic would probably be the best term,’ Jamie mused. She’d grown out her hair, and it now fell about her shoulders tantalizingly. Her skin was blemish free and Jamie found himself wondering whether that was part of her mutation. He’d bet anything her skin was soft. Her hair would probably feel silken, if she’d ever let him touch it. ‘If she’d ever let anyone touch it.’

He sighed, content in his musing. Rogue swam by him, sending the water rippling his way.

“Rogue?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Jamie paused, trying to decide the best way to ask. Giving up on any better way, he decided to be blunt.

“How different are you?”

She stopped and looked at him.

“What?”

“I mean, the way you feel things. You’re always covered up and then…” He bit his lip. “How do you feel right now?”

“Jamie-”

“Just tell me! How do you feel? Be honest.”

Rogue sighed. She kicked her legs and moved her arms around in slow circles. “Free.”

“Free?”

She nodded. Falling back, she began to backstroke, her movements slow, but fluid.

Jamie contemplated this as she continued to swim.


Rogue moaned as Bobby’s iced hands pressed down on her hips. At the same time his hips shot upward, causing her to gasp, her warm hands splayed on his iced chest. His name spilled repeatedly from her lips as the last layer of protective ice melted inside her, and she began to ride him in earnest. She clawed at his frozen armor, her body pleasantly numb. Bobby’s hands slid up her side, leaving a wet trail against her heated flesh. His arms reached her shoulders and he pulled her down, her bare chest pressing into him. She groaned, relinquishing all rights as he turned over, planting her firmly against the bed. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he began to beat into her. Slutclutched the pillow, writhing beneath him in ecstasy. His name became more and more strained as her breathing hitched. Suddenly, she arched up; shrieking at the ceiling as her orgasm broke. He followed her mere moments later, his body collapsing with the effort. Her warm breath was visible in soft clouds as she reached up, arms wrapping around her lover in finale.

Bobby woke with a violent start. It took him a few minutes to process where he was before he sat up. Slowly he ran a hand through his hair. He was sweaty, his breathing heavy. He looked at his room through bleary eyes, finding half of it encased in ice. With a groan, he fell back against his pillow. He was forced to sit up once more, rubbing the back of his head sourly. Ice could really hurt when you weren’t paying attention. Speaking of attention…Bobby groaned irritably, as he felt the wild pulsing under his half-solid sheet. At a loss, he began to stroke himself, lightly at first, then harder, as visions of his dream flashed before him. Soon, he was pumping into his fist in abandon, praying the ache would go away. It wasn’t until after he came that he realized he probably should have moved. Bobby looked down at the mess, then about his room. “Fuck!” he growled, getting up. Sleep, he realized, would no longer be an option. He was halfway across his room, when he stopped. “Wait, would that work?!”