Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Nine (NC-17)
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Todd carefully secreted his new comics in the top drawer of his dresser. He glanced at Lance's side of the room, empty as he stalked around in search of Amara, and sighed. He really could have his own room. The Professor said so at least twice per month and Logan at least once a week, but somehow, he rather liked the idea of staying with Lance. It wasn't, he growled against the inner taunting of phantom voices, like *that * but rather that it was...familiar. He rarely missed the boardinghouse anymore, rarely missed the creaking floors and strange smells and general dilapidation of the place, but the nights that he did, the nights that the mansion was too clean or too quiet, he had Lance's familiar snoring and muttering to comfort him. And Lance never asked for his own room, either, so Todd decided never to bring it up, just in case. He sighed and brushed his lank hair out of his eyes, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was looking ashy, he noticed. Time for his sporadic bathing to occur again. He made a face at that thought. He hated all the work that went into the bath, how much time it took and how stupid he felt having to go through the effort. _Girls don't take as long a bath as me, _ he thought darkly, gathering his supplies. With a muttered curse against his amphibious nature and the skin that came with it, he trudged to the bathroom, the only full bath upstairs besides the ones in the hallway not associated with any bedroom. With another self serving sigh, he turned the taps on in the tub and began shucking his clothes with the air of a condemned man. He climbed into the tub and folded his legs to fit, damning the short tub. The warm water was soothing, though, and the nascent itch of his skin was subsumed by the relaxing heat and the faint scent of the oil he had poured in. _If anyone ever finds out about this, I will have to kill them many times over. _
He was not sure if he had actually fallen asleep or just become very unaware but he did know a cold draft when he felt one. "Close the door, yo. " When a moment went by and he still felt a chill, he growled. "Lance, close the damned door."
"What if I don't wanna?" came the reply.
Todd opened one eye. "It's fucking cold out there, Marie," he sighed. "Please?"
She smiled. "Since you did say please..." Rogue leaned against the door to shut it, "I'm more inclined to do as I'm told."
He opened both eyes then. "What's gotten into you?" Catching the potential innuendo, he smirked. "Other than that." Sloshing the water, he sat up and blinked the steam out of his eyes. "And where's your clothes?"
Rogue grinned even wider. "They sent me to come find you for another Everything Is Just Fine meeting and when I couldn't find you...." she shrugged one pale shoulder. "I broadened my search to the bathroom." She toed her pile of clothes under the counter. "You sleep hard in the tub... I was knocking for a few minutes. If I didn't know you could hold your breath for so long, I'd be worried." She took the two steps from the door to the side of the tub with languid fluidity, an easy roll of her hips as she moved. Her fingers brushed across the tattoo on her thigh as she pressed her calves against the cold porcelain of the tub. "Since my safe time started about an hour ago, I figured I'd make this a combined trip."
Todd was wide awake now, the lethargy of the near ritualistic bath gone from his senses. "Aren't we going to be late for that meeting?" he asked before he could stem the words, cringing at his stupidity.
Rogue laughed lightly. "Ask how much I care? We've only got a handful of hours, you know..." As she spoke, she parted her thighs tantalizingly, revealing the slightest hint of pink flesh within her waiting folds.
Todd blinked again and decided the sloughing of dead skin could wait. "How much time until the meeting?" he asked hungrily, rising to his knees in the still-warm bath.
"Fifteen minutes," she admitted, closing her eyes to relish the first touch of his bare hands on her exposed flesh. "I guess you don't have anything with you in here, huh?" she breathed as he pressed a near-reverent kiss to her stomach just below her navel.
He murmured a negative. "Later," he promised, kissing her again, this time darting the tip of his tongue out and nipping her skin slightly. At her gasp, he smiled. She smelled like vanilla, he thought, and warm skin, and a little like sweat but not enough to bother him. Her fingers tangled in his hair as his lips pressed against her again, a bit lower this time. He could smell her sex now, already wet for him. It was all he could do not to basically throw her to the floor and take her there like his back brain was ordering him to, but he managed to keep that urge well controlled, at least, he thought, until later...
Rogue bit down hard on her lip, tasting the strange licorice and lipstick flavor of the black color1 mingled with the faintest tinge of blood from where her incisor broke the skin. Todd's lips and tongue skimmed over her skin, each fluttering kiss and touch sending tremors of excitement through her body, making her shiver and shake heedless of her stern inner commands to be good, not to show she was nervous, an altogether enchanting feeling even though they had done this before. The idea that he was the only one to touch her like this made it somehow more exciting for her, more important and special. Her entire body went still as his lips pressed fervently on her mons, the slight tremble in his hands where they rested on her hips seeming to resonate through her core.
Rogue licked her lips, trying to keep still and quiet at the first touch of his tongue on her femininity. She could not help the slight gasp that escaped her lips, though, as he pulled her closer, squeezing her curved hips and working his tongue between the sweetly scented folds of flesh between her thighs. The first stroke was tentative, teasing almost, and she very nearly whimpered at the cruelty of it, but the next was more assured, parting her flesh with his fingers as he found the hidden secrets of her desire and flicked his tongue across it before tasting the rest of her tender core. Rogue swallowed a cry as he entered her, his tongue slipping between the folds, pressing himself against her even more tightly as his hands squeezed her nearly to the point of pain. She felt his tongue slip inside of her and she moaned then, her knees threatening to buckle. She pushed her hips forward, trying to give him better access to her center, but it was a feat of balance as he began lapping at her in earnest then. Each touch of his tongue and lips against her desire sent wave after wave of shimmering heat through her veins, pooling in her breasts and belly. Rogue could not stop the sudden cry that tore from her throat as he slipped two fingers inside her, his tongue working rapidly over the swollen sign of her lust for him. She braced herself against the wall as her climax washed over her, her soft, mewling cry echoing off the tiled walls.
Todd was loathe to pull away but he had to. The water was getting cold and he knew that, if they were late for the meeting, someone else would come looking for them and the last thing he wanted was Logan gutting him. Reluctantly, he stood and reached for the towel he had brought as Rogue almost shyly retreated to gather her clothes. "Um...so...what's this meeting for anyway?"
"Supposedly a State of the Institute Address, but Jubes thinks it's because that doctor guy was up here again," she sighed. "The one with the glasses."
"That's all of 'em... Raimi?" He found his shirt and tugged it on, trying to think of anything but half naked Rogue trying to clasp her bra and making her breasts jiggle enticingly before him.
"No...the one who talks fast... Beck." She frowned. "I think that's it."
"Eh. Probably nothing," Todd shrugged. "So...what're you doing later?"
"You, if you're lucky," she grinned. "C'mon and let's get this overwith."
1 For some reason, all of my black lipstick tastes like licorice, which is not my favorite flavor. It might have something to do with the fact I buy it around Halloween and that's the thing, to flavor the lipsticks like Halloween candies and such.