To Love A Swamp Rat

Rogue typed in the password that gave her access to her private Danger Room sessions and scrolled through the list, considering her choices. She'd seen Remy lurking around a lot recently, likely trying to catch her again, and she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing another of her scenarios featuring him. A smile spread across her lips. She might have been lying about it being her favorite, but it was certainly an enjoyable one...

She stepped into the room and seemingly outside, standing in front of Warren Worthington's private getaway in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. The winged man stood on his balcony, and waved at her when he saw her. She flew up to meet him. "Hey, sugah. Thanks for the invite."

He smiled charmingly. "You know you're always welcome here." He held out a hand and she took it, landing in front of him and stepping into his embrace. They kissed, and he wrapped his wings around her to shield her from the wind while he unzipped and peeled off her uniform. She undressed him as well.

When they were both naked, she took flight, hovering tauntingly just out of his reach. He raised an eyebrow. "Saucy little minx," he teased.

She grinned, floating farther away. "Come an' catch me, darlin'," she taunted.

He waited until she was well out into the open air before he spread his powerful wings and launched himself after her. Rogue laughed delightedly and zipped away, leading him on an airborne chase. She let him almost catch her a few times, zooming out of reach at the last moment, but she soon let him catch her for real, not wanting to delay any longer. Her legs twined around his waist and he slid into her easily. She moaned with pleasure as Warren carried them higher and highter into the sky.

Remy LeBeau leaned back in his chair in the control room, propping his feet up to enjoy the show. He didn't watch porn under normal circumstances, preferring to do rather than watch and never having trouble finding a willing female, but seeing his favorite and untouchable woman naked was too good to pass up. He did feel an unexpected twinge of jealousy for her computer-generated partner, particularly because she had chosen someone other than himself. He knew he was a million times better than any rich, spoiled pretty boy, even if the other man could fly. Only a matter of time, he reminded himself. She'll be screamin' Remy's name soon enough. And never want anyone else ever again.

Angel's huge white wings lifted them ever higher. His tanned, muscular body and golden hair contrasted with her pale curves and white-striped red curls. He pounded away at her as they rose. At the height of their climb, she cried out as she began to climax. Her pussy twitching around him was like a signal. Immediately he took them into a tightly spiraling dive.

Remy leapt from his seat, his hand drifting toward the emergency stop before he caught himself. It couldn't be too dangerous, if Beast had programmed it, but it put his heart in his throat to see Rogue hurtling toward the earth.

They fell lower and lower, from a hundred feet to fifty, to twenty. Then Warren grunted as he came too, and pulled out of the dive less than ten feet from the ground to land unsteadily. Rogue slipped off of him and flew up to get dressed again. Once she was, she announced, "End session," and walked out of the Danger Room.

And straight into a grinning Cajun.