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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Well, at least this way she can't hang up.]

rogue, have you met bobby yet?
there's something you should know

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[notmarieanymore]

too late.
you probably think this is hilarious.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

actually, i don't
how do you feel about whiskey

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[notmarieanymore]

I could use a bottle or twelve.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

i got half a 40
meet me at the beach?

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[notmarieanymore]

make it quick. I'll be there.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[She does make it before him, in fact, since he was trying to work damage control on the other side as well. But he's set Bobby aside for awhile, because he's made one of his polar shifts from fuck Rogue to fuck Bobby and he's focussing on her for now. Which could easily end in fuck them both as it so often does, but here's take two on Rogue.

He thought all the too-young mutants from the past were a drama bomb. Now it's his own life. Never say it can't be any worse.]

Hey. [He shouts it out as he shuffles along the sand, then drops down beside her and hands over the bottle. The wind whipping up from the ocean snatches pieces of hair from his slicked helmet, blows them across his face, but he just smoothes them back into place.]

I'm not gonna defend him. Say what you want.

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[notmarieanymore]

[Rogue had time to wonder what she was doing as she made her way to the beach. their last meeting had been shit. but they'd come to some sort of something. and that alone made her keep making her way to the beach.

when John arrived, she reached for the whiskey first and foremost. uncapping it, she drinks straight from it, a nice long pull. it burns going down, and she coughs when she's done, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

yeah, John. she can shoot whiskey.]

I don't have anything to say about him.

[She takes a seat on the sand, looking out to sea, patting the spot next to her for John to join.]

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[He does, not too close - cross-legged as he is, his knee won't bump her leg even if she has her legs crossed. One eyebrow cocks up at that long pull from his bottle, then a corner of his mouth follows, before he waves his fingers at her for it back.]

Yeah, you do. You're pissed. Either you wanna be the bigger person and act like you're over it or you don't wanna give him any space in your head 'cause you're figuring out he's not worth it. But you're pissed, and you'll snap if you don't say something. You think I don't know about that? I just never had anyone to tell.

[This is fucking with him, wow. He takes his own swig from the bottle once it's back in his hands.]

Do it.

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[She takes the bottle back and takes another drink. by the time she's swallowed, she has words.]

he cheated on me, John. It was the night of the Professor's funeral. I knew something was up before, but i saw them together. skating. Holding hands and then they kissed.

Bobby Drake cheated on me with my best friend. On the day we buried the professor.

[her accent is thick, and her voice tight. she'll chalk the tears up to another long drink burning it's way down her throat.]

and people wonder why I wanted to get cured.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Jesus Christ. This has a history, too? He's genuinely shocked when he looks at her, not an ounce of cruelty or mockery in his expression.]

He's such an asshole. [Cold, bitter laughter rises up in his throat, and he wants another drink, but he doesn't ask for the bottle this time.] Such a dumb, clueless asshole.

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it was going to happen anyway.

[it had just been a matter of time. Rogue took another drink before handing it back to John. he was pretty good at this sort of thing.]

who really wanted to date a girl that couldn't touch long-term, right?

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Bullshit. There's ways to get creative, Rogue. It was a cop out.

[And a big drink for him. Bobby's damn good at copping out, or he was. Who knows what he is now? He did forgive John, and admit he should've left the jet. But this is pretty bad - he couldn't help how their future played out, but cheating while Rogue was there? John almost can't believe it, but Rogue has no reason to lie.]

Did you really go for the Cure just for that dickhead?

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[She just shakes her head before dropping it, letting her hair fall over her face as she waited to get the bottle back.]

God no. If anyone thinks that, then they don't know me at all. [She rolls her eyes.] It was just the final straw, seeing him with Kitty. [She laughed surprisingly darkly.] Can you believe he told me it was unfair of me to put this on him because he already went through this? What a- what a fucking asshole.

[And Rogue was a lady. She never swore.

And yet she drank whiskey straight from the bottle.]

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I never got to know you much.

[Because she disappeared into Bobby. And Bobby disappeared into her. There was a bit of three-way friendship, but it didn't last long - he was attached to them after a brief while, a hanger-on. And the bitterness about that went in both directions.

But he can understand that feeling of something never being worth it. It would never be worth staying at the school when his two friends, one of them his best friend, couldn't even trust or listen to him anymore and they were all given no say in protecting their own lives. To her, it would never be worth holding onto a mutation that drove lovers away - that barely permitted them to be lovers. It's extremely strange to see her point of view, even if he still doesn't agree with giving up mutation altogether.]

I coulda told you he can be a selfish ass sometimes. People think I'm the big asshole but I'm just honest about it. [There you go, bottle back.] He tries to look perfect, so when he pulls shit on you it's like it comes outta nowhere. But you'll forgive him. Everyone always does.

[Even for all his shit talking, John's friends with Bobby again here. The asshole can't be hated.]

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No. [She takes the bottle back, and drinks again. She can feel the warmth spreading from the back of her head, making things a little more dull, a little fuzzier.

Whiskey on her breath, she turns to John.] You know me better than anyone else. I've always thought that.

[And it was a terrifying thought, one she'd never admit until she was under duress and working her way towards intoxicated.]

God, he's just-

No, I don't think I can. Not for that. Not for knowing what he knew about me. How much little things like that...

I should never have tried to date anyone. [She takes another drink, hanging her head.]

Whatever. Let's just- [now she wipes at the tears, an idea forming in her head. He'd cheated on her with her best girl friend. And she'd always been taught not to get mad, but to get even.

She doesn't remember how much she's had to drink.]

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[That's - a startling statement to process, to say the least, but he thinks about when she first arrived. That hardness in her eyes, always present: sometimes nervous body language, sometimes a shy lilt to her voice, but forever a challenge in her eyes. He knew it so well. It was why he was drawn in, because he saw someone saying try me constantly the same way he did (just more subtle, there for those who knew how to look) and he did want to try her. He wanted every bit of that challenge.

Is that what she means? Did she see the same thing, the same constant challenge in him, so much deeper than just his outward attitude? She saw further inside him than most do, when she drained him. If she's saying it, she knows what she's talking about, at least from her side.]

Rogue, don't pussy out like that. You do it way too much, and I know you're tougher than that. Just - let's what.

[Why is she looking at him like that.]

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I am not pussying out, [she argues, handing him the bottle. He's probably got a higher tolerance than she does, but she really doesn't care right now, with the way the beach is empty save for them, the smell of the ocean, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. In the dimming light, it's beautiful.

It's fucking romantic.

And that really just settles it.]

Kiss me. [she says plainly.] I know you want to, and there's no risk. [There's another challenge for him. He'll rise to it, she knows. And for just once in her life, she wants a kiss that doesn't end in disaster. Fourth time's the charm, right?]

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

[WHOA. Okay, take stock.

1) This is to piss off Bobby. She cares so little about him that she's throwing exactly what he did to her right back in his face, which means she cares a whole fuck of a lot. It's a ploy he can recognize from a mile away despite never having needed to use anything like that, because he's the same kind of petty. Maybe they are two of a kind, but she's not over this at all.
2) She's getting pretty damn drunk.
3) She's blatantly using the interest he showed early in their friendship against him.

... nope, he doesn't care. He leans across the space between them, grabbing onto her hair right at the base of her neck and yanking her in to completely consume her mouth with his. There's no build up, no hesitant little moment to see if it's okay, she's really as safe as she thinks - there's not even any time for her to adjust to kissing John, kissing fully and hungrily, kissing in a way that can lead to more. She's come to him for this, so she's getting what he has to offer: burning intensity, no line too sacred to be crossed, and as much as she's got the stones to take.]

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[John's right on the money about every single thing that goes through his mind, but she's got no way of knowing. She doesn't care, either, because this is what she wants, and this is what she's getting, John sitting with her on the beach, kissing her in a way she's never been kissed before, and only ever dreamed of.

And you know what? It's amazing? She's kissing him back with as much force as she can muster, wrapping her arms around him to bring them closer. One of her hands even moves through his hair, feeling the gelled helmet fall apart at her touch. This was what kissing was supposed to be. And god damn it, she's eighteen-years-old, she's supposed to be doing this sort of thing all the time.

And finally, here, she could.

And it feels amazing.

She parts her lips against his, deepening the kiss the way she'd seen on TV, the way she'd practiced against her pillow and fantasized about. She just wants to feel him closer to her, to remind herself that Bobby isn't the end of the world.

He's just the start.]

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[When she pushes back just as hard, not away but with him, he feels a surge of heat hit his veins that has nothing to do with the steady calculations of ambient temperatures constantly filling his head. This is what she had in her, all this time, and it was trapped by her mutation. Yeah, sure, there were ways to arouse a partner and be aroused herself, but she couldn't even kiss. The most basic, the training wheels of the thing.

It's almost scary, how much he's starting to get it. His mutation has limits, but none of them are personal ones. They don't limit him or his life. What if everyone he touched immediately started to scald under his hands? Or actually caught fire? For fuck's sake.

But it's no time for deep thoughts. It's time to give her more, up the ante as he always will, nudging her back against the sand and moving to climb atop her - never breaking their mouths apart, because the way she's making up for lost time with this kiss is so fucking hot that he wants every second of it. If she wants to devour him with all her pent up sexual frustration, he's here for that.]

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[No one ever considered it. What if it had been their powers working against them, to keep them from being a normal teenager. People like John, they could pretend. People like Rogue, she was stuck muttering about a skin condition to keep her from touching anyone, watching people hold hands and bump into each other like it was no big deal.

If Rogue bumped into someone accidentally, they could die.

But John wasn't going to die here. He wasn't filling her head with his thoughts, but rather, she was filling her head with thoughts of him and the way he's taking control. She lets herself fall back against the sand, holding John to her as she does. This is John- she would never have been doing this with him back at the school, powers or no. But this was different. This felt good, it felt right.

She tilts her hips up against his, her thumb stroking his cheek. As she does so, she bites down on his lower lip just a little, feeling a surge of emotions she's not sure on running through her veins, mixing with the heat and anger.]

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[With the way she folds so easily against his weight, gives way to him, he almost wants to get her hands pinned over her head and rub against her that way. But she's just been freed to touch, which means her hands will be just as hungry as her mouth, so instead he nudges out of her hold and strips his jacket and shirt off; he's no great physical specimen, stocky and solid without real definition, but his skin is a warm tan colour and it's exposed for her to feel as much as she likes. Get her nails into. She might like that, since she's biting -

- oh god, she's biting his lip, and now he's moaning into her mouth and really starting to grind in earnest. He pays the favour right back, harder than she did, before kissing along the line of her jaw and nipping at her earlobe instead. If biting is something she wants to experience, he's more than willing to offer that too.]

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[Oh who cares, because there is a shirtless man on top of her right now, and he's kissing and touching her back. She feels him at her ear, and he's not the only one moaning.] Keep doing that, [she whispers hungrily, letting her fingers trace across his chest, feel his bones and the muscles she knew were under his soft skin. He's more than willing to work on stripping her, to expose her pale skin to the world after so many years of hiding it beneath layers and layers.

She's matching pace with him, sliding her leg between his so that she can create heavier friction.

Okay, so this was why Bobby cheated on her.

She could almost forgive him. But there was no way she would, not for a long time, not as she was.

Next time, if he wanted to pin her down, she wasn't exactly going to say no. Even if it meant she couldn't trace patterns over his back and chest, that loss of control could be nice.]

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[He follows her (really, really sexy) order, licking at the shell of her ear and then sinking his teeth into it next, but it's followed by a murmur with lips still brushing her ear, voice low and enticing.]

There's so much better, Rogue. Just wait.

[The push of her leg puts more pressure on his swelling arousal as well, making him gasp in a slightly more desperate way, the feeling too intense for him to mask his reaction in seduction. But there is a very real excitement to giving her all of this first, and it's making him more considerate than he'd normally be. He wants to steal every first sensation he can from her. So he does get her shirt up and over her head, and then his mouth is all over her collarbone, her upper chest, before finally finding her breasts with wicked little flicks of his tongue over her nipples. When they get hard, he finally does as well, fully pressed against her thigh and aching for this to move on even while he wants to show her more.]