Exercise

Author's Note: My husband helped me lay out some of the details in this chapter, mainly the male reactions to Rogue's little show and Remy's initial remark upon seeing it. Thanks, dear!

Day Three: Thursday

Kurt Wagner was heading down to the dining room for breakfast early, as the plan was to have fencing class fiand and then go out for a day at the local Renaissance Faire. He entered the hallway leading to the dining room and saw Bobby Drake, in full ice form, practically running down the hall toward him. He held up a finger and opened his mouth, and Bobby said, hurriedly, "Don't go in there. Trust me."

He stopped for a moment, puzzled, then continued walking.had had to have something for breakfast, for he would not pay the inflated prices for food at the fair later. As he entered the dining room, he saw why Bobby had run so fast away. Rogue was seated on a very high stool in the center of the room. She wore nothing but a small black top which bared her shoulders and midriff, fastened at the neck, opaque over her breasts but of a see-through material from just above her breasts to her throat. Her small leather miniskirt ended a few inches from where it started. Her legs were bare, and her feet swung carelessly in her thin strapped sandals. She was holding what appeared to be a milkshake in her left hand. She gave a pointed suck to the straw in her mouth and his penis twitched. "Hi, Kurt," she breathed sultrily after she swallowed, giving him a good once-over that made him tingle.

"Uh…" The blood rushed from his head to another location. "Rogue?"

She leaned forward and licked from about an inch below the top to the top of the straw. "Yes, sugar?" Her eyes were alight with desire and mischief. He gasped, then decided to do the only thing that would save him from embarrassment and teleported away. She licked her lips gently and gave a satisfied grin. Remy would never know what hit him, given how Bobby and now Kurt had reacted to her new look.

"The elf, he don't have much restraint, going off that fast." Remy sauntered through the other door into the dining room, amused by Kurt's reaction.

"Oh. Hello, Remy." She licked the tip of the straw, then quickly lowered her mouth onto it and sucked it strongly.

He coughed a little, glad he had chosen to wear his duster. "Chere, what you up to there?"

She removed her lips from the straw, swallowing visibly, and let her tongue trace her lips before responding. "I'm just trying to get the thick cream out of this shaft, Gambit. Just sucking and licking and stroking it." She toyed with the straw in her fingers, teasing it, and his pants became uncomfortably tight, thinking of how her hands would feel on him. "Want to help me?"

He had to give her credit. She was takin' the fight to him, sure enough, and part of him admired her for it. He cleared his throat as she started licking the straw again, her tongue passing over it gently. "Non, non. Never disturb an artist at work, chere. Maybe you show Gambit later how you do this, hein?"

"Why later? Why not now?" She leaped down from the stool, slinking over to him in a slow feline gait that made him throb and ache. She pulled a chair over to him and sat on it, sliding the glass between her thighs and pulling the straw out, then suc it it clean. He was amazed he hadn't yet stained his pants. He was having a hard enough time as it was controlling his breathing.

"All you do is insert the straw into my cup," she said smokily, thrusting the straw into her glass swiftly and drawing a gasp from his throat. She picked it up and held it at the same level as his hips. "Then you just put your lips around the sides and start sucking." Again she fitted words to actions and dove down on the straw, mouth eagerly wrapping around it and suckled it, eyes on his all the while. His hips jerked involuntarily at the sight and he nearly came.

"That all? That not so hard, chere." He turned and headed slowly out of the room, joining most of the other men who had come down for breakfast and found that today was a good day for eating out.

"Oh, I think it is hard, Remy. Very hard." He paused before leaving, his shoulders set and determined. He had heard her, she knew it.

Rogue got up, put the rest of her shake in the fridge, and gave a satisfied smirk. The Cajun wasn't gonna have it all his way and she'd put him on notice. Now it was time to get dressed in an outfit that wouldn't have everyone distracted from their work. She started laughing, really laughing. Sure, she'd gotten hot doing that, but not as hot as Remy had.