Constant Craving

CONSTANT CRAVING CHAPTER SEVEN (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather is supergroovy and Ted loves her bunches (he fears her wrath after reading the last chapter and wanted me to tell her so... ;) ) InterNutter, TC, and Maxwell Pink are chocolate coatoodnoodness with sprinkles on top for archiving. And 2-D loves Vampyre. Or lusts. Whichever. Readers/Reviewers: The ducks are on strike...how do you feel about a water ballet performed solely by Bob the Malevolent Goldfish on the Planet de Agua? (Earthworm Jim moment...I think I'm okay now!)


Rahne was studiously avoiding Jamie. _Okay...we haven't had sex yet but I really, really, really want to and if he is all cute again I'll kiss him and I think that goes against The Plan. Or does it? If we're kissing and he's still going to be snarky about the Brotherhood, do I stop kissing him? Or is it only of we're going further? Gah! _ Since their one below-the-belt experience in the woods some weeks before, their first bout with oral sex, Rahne and Jamie had become very shy with each other. They had reverted, unspoken, to kissing. It was only in the past few days that Jamie had chanced putting his hands anywhere other than on her hips or back. Rahne, for her part, would have mauled him gladly if he had not looked so panicked every time she kissed his neck or put her hand on his rear. At the moment, she was pretending to be interested in _Gorillas in the Mist1 _ , something she had seen many times already but was on cable, a valid option to the soap operas Kitty would have had on if she were downstairs.
"Mind if I join you?" Jean slid in next to Rahne on the couch, not even waiting for an answer.
"Go on ahead," Rahne mumbled, keeping one eye on Jamie where he was playing pool with Bobby. "Just sit there so he don't see me."
Jean smirked. "Hiding, are we? Avoiding temptation..."
"See no evil." Rahne sank lower in her seat, the laughter of the boys lilting over the movie. "How are you doing it?"
"Pardon?" Jean started, surprised that Rahne would ask such a personal question.
"How are you keeping from...you know?" The Scottish girl was flushing hotly and Jean felt nothing but understanding wash over her, mixed with tendrils of Rahne's frustration.
"Well," Jean chewed her lip. "Considering I haven't been alone with Scott since yesterday before we decided on The Plan, I'd say avoidance."
"Seems to be the best way, huh?" The movie was reaching it's sad conclusiod Rad Rahne sighed, whether at the film or the situation Jean was not quite sure. "I don't know what to do."
"Well, if avoiding him works..."
"No, I mean...we don't...haven't...ya know..." Rahne picked at the corner of the couch cushion and avoided Jean's glance.
"Ah...how can you withhold sex if you aren't having it?" she asked softly so as not to be overheard.ell,ell, just avoid...things. Don't avoid him, per se...just the physical stuff."
Rahne turned worried eyes to the older girl. "But what if he thinks I don't...I don't like him anymore?" She twisted to face Jean, always keeping Jamie in sight to make sure they were not overheard. "If I stop kissing him and letting him kiss me, if we stop doin' all this stuff...what if he thinks I just don't want to do it anymore because I don't like him?" Her voice trembled slightly and Jean felt a pang of pity.
"Jamie really cares for you. I can tell. He won't think you don't like him any more, but he will wonder why you're pulling away..." Jean sighed and twisted a lock of her hair in thought. "How about this...in your case, just keep it to simple pecks...no, ah...no tongue..."
Rahne nodded anxio. ". "I can do that!"
"I'm sure..."

Rogue took a deep breath. _All or nothing...the best defense is a good offense...or something like that. _ With careful consideration, she made sure her clothes were _just so _ and her makeup and hair were _just so. _ With a smug smile, she thought, _Todd won't know what hit him. _ Her dark green bodysuit was trimmed with silver pyramid studs2 around the neck, wrists and ankles and her short, vinyl dress was so tight it looked painted on. The dress itself was nothing more than a wide swath of material, staring just above her nipples and ending just below the curve of her rear, so short that she could not bend over without giving the entire population of the rec room a show they would not forget. Todd was waiting his turn at the pool table, glaring at Jamie and Bobby as they finished a game of eight ball. _C'mon, baby...don't disappoint me... _ Lawas was looking very pained, sitting on a stool near Todd, apparently waiting with him, but Rogue focused solely on her boyfriend. Keeping in mind that he still thought no one knew of their relationship and that the male contingent of the mansion in fact were still clueless, Rogue did her best to look casual. She strolled past Rahne and Jean, sidestepped St John and Jubilee with their impromptu game of blackjack,3 Rogue tossed her hair and made her way to the pool table. Jamie saw her first and scratched the felt, the ripping noise loud in the semi-quiet room. Rogue took a quick look and was relieved beyond words that no one looked up from their pursuits. Bobby gave her a glance and smirked. _Shit. Little twit knows something is up. _
"Rogue!" Jamie squeaked. "Wha...I mean...huh?"
"Hey, guys," she purred, leaning on her hands against the table. "Just seeing what you're up to?"
Lance's jaw was on his chest and he blinked twice before he could form words. "Got a hot date?"
"Don't know yet." She glanced meaningfully at Todd. "What's the matter? Pussy4 got your tongue?" There was a collective bout of choking and red faces as Jamie made excuses and dashed to the kitchen, his retreat followed by Bobby who made a beeline for St John. "What's up?"
Lance snorted. "More than you know."
"Don't be so sure of that..." Rogue, gritting her teeth, hopped up onto the edge of the table and, keeping her knees together with a grip of steel, she positioned herself to face her former housemates. "So, Lance...where's Amara?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
Todd made a choking noise but Rogue feigned not noticing though inside she was jumping up and down with happiness. "I think," she drawled for maximum effect, "she was looking for you earlier."
"When?" Lance damned himself for sounding eager but between the panicked need to know what had gotten Amara so mad and his ever-present arousal, he was desperate to see his girlfriend.
Rogue pretended to think it over. "Hmmm...about ten minutes ago..." _I know she was alone then...he can't say he was with her so he can't call my bluff...I saw her in the hallway, looking pissed as hell... _ Lance was on his feet and gone before Rogue could say anything else. Todd was starting to look scared. "So, Todd..." Rogue put her back to the rest of the rec room, and, still sitting on the edge of the table in front of Todd, did her best Sharon Stone impression. With slow, sensuous movements, Rogue crossed and uncrossed her legs, making sure he could see that, not only did she not have underwear on, but she was wearing one of her "special" bodysuits as well. For one brief, horrifying moment, Rogue was sure Todd was going to pass out.
"Oh...oh God. I need to sit down."
Rogue bit back a smile and said softly, sliding down to stand, "So I was thinking...we really should get more practice with this whole bodysuit thing...I mean, going slow like that first time was great, but what if one of us wants to just...oh, I don't know...fuck like lust crazed bunnies? Wouldn't do to, ah, drain you...would it?"
"I...I...I..."
Rogue yawned a small yawn and picked the eight ball out of one of the pockets, rolling it back and forth between her hands as she leaned over the table, giving Todd a view of her rear as her skirt rode up in back. She was beginning to feel less embarrassed and more aroused, especially since none of the other mutants seemed to notice what was going on by the pool table. His eyes were like hands on her, she practically felt them tracing her body as she stretched to pick up another ball from across the table and added it to her little game. She rolled one so it bounced off the opposite edge of the table, rolling back to her, then the other, getting them both going in a pattern.
Todd's voice was thick and shaking near her ear. "Rogue, what are you doing?"
"I like playing with balls...What happened to Marie?" she pouted. _I could get the hang of this girly thing... _
"I'll call you Marie when you stop torturing me!" One hand shot out to stop the rolling balls and tightened around her covered wrist. "What the Hell are you doing?"
"Aw, Todd, I just want to play...Don't you?" Rogue batted her eyes at him and licked her lips. "I like how you play..."
Todd knew he was lost. "Fuck."
"Just what I had in mind." She slowly walked backwards, tugging him with her.
"I meant...it was an noise of surprise, not a request!" Todd dug his heels in and forced her to stop. Jean glanced over at them and turned away hastily, having a good idea what was going on. Todd was flushed a deep red down his neck, his breath coming in labored pants with the effort it took to resist Rogue both physically and sexually.
"Well, if you wanted it to be a request..."
"Marie," he said softly, "what's going on? You're not usually this forward."
"Does it bother you?" She frowned then, a real one. _I'm pretty balls-out, here, Todd...don't tell me your forgot that... _
"Not usually, but there's all these people around! And," his voice dropped to a bare whisper, "I'd kind of like our love life to remain just that...ours, not public knowledge."
With a resigned sigh, Rogue dropped the act. "Fine...I won't try to seduce you."
"Ever?" he squeaked.
With a slow smile, she replied, "Well, not at the moment...but tell me one thing..." She traced his jawline with one gloved finger, enjoying the convulsive swallow the action produced.
"Anything..."
"Do you really think the X Men would try and kick y'all out? I mean, do you honestly think we're against you?"
"Well, _you're _ not, but I think Kurt and Scott and them would have us outta here in a heartbeat if they could."
"Mmmm..." Rogue let her finger drift down his arm, tracing the surprisingly defined bicep found there. "What do you think of this fighting?"
Todd had to blink several times to clear his mind, so hazed was it with thoughts of Rogue's suggestions. "Um...I think...I think that we ain't ever gonna get along."
She shuttered immediately. "Oh. I see." She stepped away from Todd and tipped her chin upwards in a show of defiance. "Too bad...I thought we were getting' a long just fine..." With a sneer, she turned on her heel and stomped off, leaving Todd staring after her in mute confusion.

_Gotta bite the bullet... _ Jean felt Scott come into the room before she heard him. She had always been able to sense him of all people. Part of her suspected she could subliminally smell him but the rest of her was irrational and told her that she sensed him because they were bound together by their hearts, even before they confessed love. "Hey," she said conversationally. "What's up?"
"Um...what're you wearing?" Scott froze when he saw her. Jean had just come from the gym downstairs and wore a black exercise bra and black, tight shorts, exposing most of her pale flesh to his red gaze.
"A ball gown, Einstein...what does it look like?" _It's easier to resist him if a sma smartass...Wonder why that doesn't work for Jubilee? _
Scott watched a bead of sweat trickle down Jean's neck to her cleavage and swallowed hard. "Looks like you're hardly wearing anything."
"Got it in one..." Jean flashed him a smile and tried to push past only to find her arm seized in Scott's hand. "Hey..."
"You've been avoiding me all day, you know." Scott took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of Jean's warm skin and the faint tang of her shampoo mixed with saline sweat. "That's not nice at all."
"You haven't been nice yourself lately." _Deep, cleansing breaths... _
"What're you talking about?" Scott's brows crept up fractionally, his eyes searching hers for explanation. "I've been nice to you!"
"Not to me, babe...Brotherhood." Jean relaxed in his grip and shifted her stance to bring them closer together. "I think you're going a little far with this dislike thing."
"Jean, I would have thought you would understand how complex our relationship with the Brotherhood is!"
"Exactly!" She pulled herself free and flung her arms in frustration. "It's complex! Why mess things up by picking fights?"
"They started it!"
"Do you know how much like a kid you sound like right now?" Jean pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry..."
"Jean..." Scott reached for her again and paused as if afraid to touch her.
Jean sighed and stepped to him, pressing against him and looping her arms around his neck. "No, listen...I just think that we need to get along. I mean, I know you don't like Lance or Todd, but think of Rogue and Remy...they're former Brotherhood and you have no problem with them!"
"They came here of their free will and sed tid ties with the herhherhood. Lance and Todd haven't said anything yet. They're still bound to Magneto as far as I'm concerned." Scott pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Why do we have to talk about this? It's the first day of a two week break, you're already mostly undressed and sweaty...I know some things to do that are so much better than talking about Lance and Todd."
Jean sighed and pressed against Scott unwillingly, feeling his arousal press against her abdomen. "I hate to do this, babe..." Scott found himself hovering several feet above the ground, being moved out of Jean's way. "I need to wash my hair..." He fell with a thud as soon as the door shut behind her.

"Jubilation! What de Hell you be doin'?" Remy watched with perverse fascination as Jubilee reached for and picked up the remote control to his stereo with her toes.
"Exercising my talents." She grinned impishly at him, hiding her inner nervous tremor. _Alone with Remy...that only leads to one thing...which is usually REALLY okay, but if I have to turn him down...Oh, help. I don't know if I have the strength. _
"I know some bettah talents fo' you ta be exercisin', chere..." Remy, seated behind her on the bed, tugged her back to lay against him. "Fo' example, tin ting you be doin' las' night avec yo' tongue..."
"Hmmm...that was kinda fun, huh?" Jubilee squirmed to face him and had to bite her lip hard to keep from ravishing his mouth, so close to her own. With tentative fingers, she traced his stubble-lined jaw and then his lower lip, feeling his rumble of pleasure against her chest. "Remy? What's the deal with the Brotherhood and the X Men? I mean, are you really gonna take sides?"
Remy sighed and captured her hand in his much larger one, pressing a tender kiss to her finger tips. "Mon ange, c'est difficile ta explain mais Scott...he really be rubbin' me de wrong way...not like you, eh?" He took her hand and placed it against his chest so she could feel his heart, pressing his hips against hers so she could feel other effects she had on him. Jubilee blushed prettily and he continued. "I not be wit de Brudderhood no mo' mais I be feelin' like I need ta...I dunno...protec' em from Scott and the like..."
"From the X Men, you mean?" Jubilee felt the frown deepen on her features.
"Chere," Remy was astute and saw her displeasure surface. "I don' be tinkin' dat Lance an' Todd are again' us, mais I be tinkin' de X Men be predisposed ta befriendin' people like dem. I don' like how Scott handle tings and it jus' pisses me off dat Kurt and Jamie seem ta be sidin' wit de Cyclops."
"So," she said softly, mentally steeling herself for what she was about to do. Remy was so warm against her and they fit so well together that it would be like pulling part of herself away. "You're against the X Men? All non-Brotherhood derived X Men that is..."
Remy sighed roughly. "Oui, chere...pour de moment, I guess so."
"Oh, Remy..." She kissed him chastely on the lips, startling him with her tender simplicity. "I have to go."
"Chere!" He scrambled after her, all traces of cool and suave Remy LeBeau subsumed beneath a desperate teenage boy needing his girlfriend.
"I'm sorry!" she called back as she dashed from the room, willing herself not to turn back and throw herself into his arms.

Kurt stomped past Jamie in the hallway, an armful of towels clutched to his chest. "Hey, man!" Jamie called. "Don't use all the hot water!"
"No chance of that, mein Freund," Kurt growled, slamming his door behind him. Jamie stared after him in amazement and a realization dawned on him. In the past twenty minutes, every male he saw was heading towards the showers. _Did they all get dirty and not tell me? Huh. Wonder where Rahne is? _ Lost in blissful thoughts of his girlfriend, Jamie shrugged off Kurt's abrupt demeanor and trotted down the hall in the direction he had seen Rahne disappear in.
Logan stared at the sink in the kitchen, frowning deeply. "Problem, Logan?"
'Oh, hey, Hank...yeah..actually." With a flip of the handle, Logan turned on the cold tap. "Water pressure is shot all to Hell."
"That might have to do with the fact every shower in the mansion seems to be running at once." Best chuckled and poured himself a glass of tea from the fridge. "I saw Kurt and Remy heading towards their rooms with towels a few minutes ago, and Scott not long after. Todd disappeared into the communal bathroom well over an hour ago...I wonder if he has gills?"
"Showers? This time of day? All at once?" Logan's frown became a grimace as he saw Kitty and Jean with their heads bent together. _Half Pint, what're you up to? _
1 I love this movie. With a passion. Dian Fossey is the reason I went into anthropology. If you haven't seen it, check it out.
2 You fellow punk types out there know what I mean...
3 AKA 21 or vingt-et-un
4 Double entendre intended...lol