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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female › Remy/Rogue
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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14,650
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50
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Awakening Heat
Rogue came awake quickly from her dream, the burning in her cleft making her consider just sliding one hand down between her legs to ease the pressure. *It would be so easy, you know,* her mind tempted her in a smooth, sexy voice. *He’d never have to know about it and it would feel so good to relieve this awful tension…*
She groaned and rolled out of bed reluctantly, blushing a little. The dream stayed with her for the five minutes it took to get to the women's shower, making her ache and curse Remy’s stupid ideas. She’d never thought about Scott as anything other than just another man before and she sensed that this morning’s briefing would be difficult as a result. How could she look at him, or Jean, and not feel strange?
She got out at last, frustrated, to find that her towel was gone, as was her robe. "Hello?" Remy came around the corner, her towel over his arm, wearing only a pair of red boxers. "Mornin', chere."
"Remy!" The bastard stood there, grinning at her, but she refused to cover herself and give him the satisfaction of seeing how he affected her. "Give me my towel and I might let you live."
He put on a mock-innocent expression. "What towel, chere?" His burning eyes watched every move as she started pacing toward him, hand ready to touch his arm.
She drew her hand back at the last moment. She was not going to lose at this point, then an idea came to mind. A wicked idea. She took a step back and began stretching as well, making sure her lover saw every move she made. She got on her hands and knees, parting her legs enough to give the swamp rat a good view, and arched her back in sexy comfort.
He swallowed. "Chere, what you up to now?"
She smiled and flipped onto her back, stretching her arms and legs out wide. "As I remember the rules, swamp rat, I only lose if you seduce me. I don't lose if I seduce you."
He frowned for a moment, his straining cock clearly visible through his boxers, then smiled and bowed to her. "We shall meet again, chere." He turned to go, still holding her towel over his arm and hand, then quickly raised the camera he'd been hiding under it to his eyes and took a few quick pictures before running from the room.
Damn. She still didn't have anything to wear, Remy had pictures, and she still had to show up at the morning briefing. This morning was one of the most frustrating to date. She paused at the door, hoping no one would be outside when she came out.
She groaned and rolled out of bed reluctantly, blushing a little. The dream stayed with her for the five minutes it took to get to the women's shower, making her ache and curse Remy’s stupid ideas. She’d never thought about Scott as anything other than just another man before and she sensed that this morning’s briefing would be difficult as a result. How could she look at him, or Jean, and not feel strange?
She got out at last, frustrated, to find that her towel was gone, as was her robe. "Hello?" Remy came around the corner, her towel over his arm, wearing only a pair of red boxers. "Mornin', chere."
"Remy!" The bastard stood there, grinning at her, but she refused to cover herself and give him the satisfaction of seeing how he affected her. "Give me my towel and I might let you live."
He put on a mock-innocent expression. "What towel, chere?" His burning eyes watched every move as she started pacing toward him, hand ready to touch his arm.
She drew her hand back at the last moment. She was not going to lose at this point, then an idea came to mind. A wicked idea. She took a step back and began stretching as well, making sure her lover saw every move she made. She got on her hands and knees, parting her legs enough to give the swamp rat a good view, and arched her back in sexy comfort.
He swallowed. "Chere, what you up to now?"
She smiled and flipped onto her back, stretching her arms and legs out wide. "As I remember the rules, swamp rat, I only lose if you seduce me. I don't lose if I seduce you."
He frowned for a moment, his straining cock clearly visible through his boxers, then smiled and bowed to her. "We shall meet again, chere." He turned to go, still holding her towel over his arm and hand, then quickly raised the camera he'd been hiding under it to his eyes and took a few quick pictures before running from the room.
Damn. She still didn't have anything to wear, Remy had pictures, and she still had to show up at the morning briefing. This morning was one of the most frustrating to date. She paused at the door, hoping no one would be outside when she came out.