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Variations on a Theme Chapter Four (NC-17)
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, and Uberbeta…*sends energy* Readers/reviewers: Thank you! I appreciate
the input! I was going to have this be
the last chapter but I really think I can do more with this fic, so next
chapter, actual smut!!!! And trouble…
I couldn’t
help myself around her. I knew what it
felt like now and I couldn’t help it. I
kept sneaking touches, brushing her hair out of her eyes between classes while
I pretended to look at her earrings, grabbing her hand when we passed in the
hall, pretending that I was just saying hi…
She knew what I was doing but never said anything. I think Jean was starting to catch on then,
no matter how many shields I threw in her way…
Rahne didn’t care when I told her though. And that made me very happy.
We would sneak kisses and giggle like idiots in the girls’ bathroom at
school, we’d always find a reason to do our homework together, even on
weekends… People talked but never
believed it, and it was mainly the guys because we never went out with
them. “What’s the matter, Lee?” Duncan
shouted across the cafeteria soon after Rahne and I started getting…closer. “You a fucking dyke or something?”
“That’s
silly,” Rahne said later while she let me paint her toenails bright green. “I’m much more butch than you.”
I laughed
so hard I painted her toe. “You’re not
butch,” I told her. “You’re very
girly. More than me!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Are we arguing
over which one of us is most manly?”
“Um…” I capped the polish and grinned. I’d been smiling a lot lately. “I’m the one with no tits or hips. You’ve got those…”
She kind of
looked at me weird and said, “Glad you noticed…” She scooted down the bed towards me, her feet sliding so she wouldn’t get wet polish on my
sheets. “I was wonderin’ about that
lately…”
“About
having breasts?”
“No, about
you noticin’…” She leaned so close to
me I could smell peppermint on her breath and count the seven freckles on her
nose without even trying. “You hadn’t
seem to be lookin’ much since a week back.”
Gods, I
wanted her right then and there, wet polish be damned. She wasn’t smiling at me but just looking at
me, staring almost. “I didn’t want to
draw attention…”
“You know
where my room is.”
“Yeah…”
“I’ve been
leavin’ the door unlocked, kind of hoping…”
She’s
adorable when she blushes. I had to
kiss her. She giggled as I pressed my
lips to hers. She tasted like Chap Stick and peppermint toothpaste and a tiny
bit like the pencil eraser she had been chewing on, but all her. Her knees were on either side of me and I
rested my arms there, making us a weird tangle. She parted her lips for me and made this little noise in her
throat that made my stomach shiver de. de.
We didn’t kiss very long before she pulled away and just sort of looked
at me, expecting me to say something.
“I didn’t know you were hoping for that. I wish you’d said something.”
“I guess…I
was shy.”
The girl
who had done all those things to my naked body, the same one who knew dirty
jokes enough to make Logan cringe, the same Rahne who once cursed a blue streak
fit to make Forge, Warren, Logan and Beast blush was shy. About me!
I admit it…I giggled. Giggled
like a girl. “Shy?”
“Shut up!”
she growled at me. I loved it when she
growled.
I tackled
her, well, as well as I could with us both sitting like that. I pushed her down and tickled her till she
gasped for air and pushed me off.
“That’s for the shut up!” She
was still panting and giggling when I kissed her again. She sort of made this meowing noise and
pulled the clippie out of my hair and I closed my eyes. She just let her hands fall and melted… I
didn’t know people could actually melt before then. Kissing her made me dizzy and I liked it. It made me warm and desperate and so lost
that I never wanted to stop.
Her neck
tasted like sweat and skin and it made her squeak when I sucked on the spot
under her ear. She never said my name
or asked for anything…she just let me.
I kissed her neck, her throat, her ears. I slid my hands under her shirt and found out she didn’t wear a
bra either. I was glad we were both
small breasted then. Unlike me, she
wasn’t built like a gymnast. She didn’t
have obvious muscles that some guys found scary. Girls, too, for that matter. She was soft skin over hard muscle,
her stomach flat without being concave, her hips flaring out from a curve of a
waist… I kept running my hand over her
flesh until she made a protesting noise.
I guessed she wanted more. Her
shirt flew across the room as she tried to help me help her. I’d seen naked girls before—hell, I’ve been
a naked girl before—but it was just one of those times where I had to
stare. I don’t know what she thought of
me just looking at her, but I couldn’t breathe for a minute. I’d fantasized about it, I’d had it done…but
was I going to screw this up somehow?
If I was
going to be entirely honest, I have to admit it was all a haze for me. I kissed her, touched her everywhere. I felt her heart beat under my lips and
cheek, heard her voice as she told me to do something again or more… She was warm and soft and hard all at once
and I knew she was mine, if only for a little while. It didn’t feel wrong, like people said this sort of thing
was. It felt like….like
everything.
I was scared as Hell when I touched
her there, even more scared when I kissed her there. I didn’t know what to expect, really. I’d tasted myself when she’d kissed me that last time but that’s
different. It wasn’t bad but not what I
thought. She raised her hips for me and
I tried not to disappointed her. I did
to her what she did to me, what I’d want done to me, and it seemed that was the
thing. She pushed me away, saying it
was too much, too good. I admit it…that
made me very smug. My room felt muggy
and smelled like us as we both laid there afterwards, ignoring homework and her
scattered clothes. She let me trace
patterns on her back and was unashamed of her nudity. I told her I loved the dimples on her lower back and she laughed
at me and told me she loved my lips. I
was giggling a lot that night. Soon,
people would find out about us and soon, we’d have to deal with it, but for
that night and some others, we were secret and just for each other.
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, and Uberbeta…*sends energy* Readers/reviewers: Thank you! I appreciate
the input! I was going to have this be
the last chapter but I really think I can do more with this fic, so next
chapter, actual smut!!!! And trouble…
I couldn’t
help myself around her. I knew what it
felt like now and I couldn’t help it. I
kept sneaking touches, brushing her hair out of her eyes between classes while
I pretended to look at her earrings, grabbing her hand when we passed in the
hall, pretending that I was just saying hi…
She knew what I was doing but never said anything. I think Jean was starting to catch on then,
no matter how many shields I threw in her way…
Rahne didn’t care when I told her though. And that made me very happy.
We would sneak kisses and giggle like idiots in the girls’ bathroom at
school, we’d always find a reason to do our homework together, even on
weekends… People talked but never
believed it, and it was mainly the guys because we never went out with
them. “What’s the matter, Lee?” Duncan
shouted across the cafeteria soon after Rahne and I started getting…closer. “You a fucking dyke or something?”
“That’s
silly,” Rahne said later while she let me paint her toenails bright green. “I’m much more butch than you.”
I laughed
so hard I painted her toe. “You’re not
butch,” I told her. “You’re very
girly. More than me!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Are we arguing
over which one of us is most manly?”
“Um…” I capped the polish and grinned. I’d been smiling a lot lately. “I’m the one with no tits or hips. You’ve got those…”
She kind of
looked at me weird and said, “Glad you noticed…” She scooted down the bed towards me, her feet sliding so she wouldn’t get wet polish on my
sheets. “I was wonderin’ about that
lately…”
“About
having breasts?”
“No, about
you noticin’…” She leaned so close to
me I could smell peppermint on her breath and count the seven freckles on her
nose without even trying. “You hadn’t
seem to be lookin’ much since a week back.”
Gods, I
wanted her right then and there, wet polish be damned. She wasn’t smiling at me but just looking at
me, staring almost. “I didn’t want to
draw attention…”
“You know
where my room is.”
“Yeah…”
“I’ve been
leavin’ the door unlocked, kind of hoping…”
She’s
adorable when she blushes. I had to
kiss her. She giggled as I pressed my
lips to hers. She tasted like Chap Stick and peppermint toothpaste and a tiny
bit like the pencil eraser she had been chewing on, but all her. Her knees were on either side of me and I
rested my arms there, making us a weird tangle. She parted her lips for me and made this little noise in her
throat that made my stomach shiver de. de.
We didn’t kiss very long before she pulled away and just sort of looked
at me, expecting me to say something.
“I didn’t know you were hoping for that. I wish you’d said something.”
“I guess…I
was shy.”
The girl
who had done all those things to my naked body, the same one who knew dirty
jokes enough to make Logan cringe, the same Rahne who once cursed a blue streak
fit to make Forge, Warren, Logan and Beast blush was shy. About me!
I admit it…I giggled. Giggled
like a girl. “Shy?”
“Shut up!”
she growled at me. I loved it when she
growled.
I tackled
her, well, as well as I could with us both sitting like that. I pushed her down and tickled her till she
gasped for air and pushed me off.
“That’s for the shut up!” She
was still panting and giggling when I kissed her again. She sort of made this meowing noise and
pulled the clippie out of my hair and I closed my eyes. She just let her hands fall and melted… I
didn’t know people could actually melt before then. Kissing her made me dizzy and I liked it. It made me warm and desperate and so lost
that I never wanted to stop.
Her neck
tasted like sweat and skin and it made her squeak when I sucked on the spot
under her ear. She never said my name
or asked for anything…she just let me.
I kissed her neck, her throat, her ears. I slid my hands under her shirt and found out she didn’t wear a
bra either. I was glad we were both
small breasted then. Unlike me, she
wasn’t built like a gymnast. She didn’t
have obvious muscles that some guys found scary. Girls, too, for that matter. She was soft skin over hard muscle,
her stomach flat without being concave, her hips flaring out from a curve of a
waist… I kept running my hand over her
flesh until she made a protesting noise.
I guessed she wanted more. Her
shirt flew across the room as she tried to help me help her. I’d seen naked girls before—hell, I’ve been
a naked girl before—but it was just one of those times where I had to
stare. I don’t know what she thought of
me just looking at her, but I couldn’t breathe for a minute. I’d fantasized about it, I’d had it done…but
was I going to screw this up somehow?
If I was
going to be entirely honest, I have to admit it was all a haze for me. I kissed her, touched her everywhere. I felt her heart beat under my lips and
cheek, heard her voice as she told me to do something again or more… She was warm and soft and hard all at once
and I knew she was mine, if only for a little while. It didn’t feel wrong, like people said this sort of thing
was. It felt like….like
everything.
I was scared as Hell when I touched
her there, even more scared when I kissed her there. I didn’t know what to expect, really. I’d tasted myself when she’d kissed me that last time but that’s
different. It wasn’t bad but not what I
thought. She raised her hips for me and
I tried not to disappointed her. I did
to her what she did to me, what I’d want done to me, and it seemed that was the
thing. She pushed me away, saying it
was too much, too good. I admit it…that
made me very smug. My room felt muggy
and smelled like us as we both laid there afterwards, ignoring homework and her
scattered clothes. She let me trace
patterns on her back and was unashamed of her nudity. I told her I loved the dimples on her lower back and she laughed
at me and told me she loved my lips. I
was giggling a lot that night. Soon,
people would find out about us and soon, we’d have to deal with it, but for
that night and some others, we were secret and just for each other.