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Date: 2015-09-28 09:57 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 05:37 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2015-09-29 03:14 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 03:40 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 03:46 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 04:04 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 04:09 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 05:17 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 05:23 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 05:42 pm (UTC)- 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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Date: 2015-09-29 05:47 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2015-09-29 05:56 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 06:02 pm (UTC)But she doesn't think about that now as she keeps touching him, her breath caught in her throat. She can feel the heat rising in her pants, in his, and it's that that urges her to bring one of her hands down to his belt, undoing it clumsily as she continues to kiss every inch of him she can find. It takes a bit, but she's got the belt undone, and is working on the top button so that she can slide her hand down below and feel him.
So she can feel him and take his erection in her hand and make him feel just as good as he's making her feel right now. The softness of the skin is surprising, as she slowly starts to stroke him.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 06:24 pm (UTC)He's so wrapped up in her mouth on him and the taste of her pale skin in his that he barely notices his pants being opened, until her hand is around him and he stops moving altogether; with a rasp on the edge of his voice, he gasps her name against her sternum, Rogue, and he can't play around anymore. She just took it far enough that he can't think of anything but being inside her, the first, beating Bobby (there he is again) to the punch even if it won't mean a thing to him anymore. They're both still wrapped up in a time when it would blindside him, and that's what they both want, aside from each other.
As good as her hand feels, he bats it out of the way for now to get his pants and underwear down, then get hers open and yank down her jeans; surprisingly, he's mindful of sand up the asscrack and how that could kind of ruin things, so he just shoves the crotch of her panties aside to slide his fingers between her folds and feel how wet she is. How tight, when he slides a finger in. Again, he wants this to be good, so he takes the time to rub his thumb over her clit as he slowly stretches and prepares her with one finger, then two. It's gonna hurt, but he can reduce the sting a little if he just... keeps... his patience...
... it's waning. Nearly gone. But he grits his teeth and keeps it up.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 06:32 pm (UTC)As he thumbs her clit, she moans, shifting her hips up towards his hand, to try to get more of him. The second finger grants her wish , and she kisses him hard on the lips, a hand pulling his head towards her so she can keep him near her. it helps with the little bit of discomfort, as well, helps her relax. She's moaning into the kisses and rocking her hips against his hand, desperate for more. Desperate for something she could have, at long last, and god damn if she wasn't going to take it all.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 06:52 pm (UTC)Now that she's looser around his fingers and obviously not feeling any discomfort from his actions - quite the opposite, actually - he problem solves with the lightning speed of a boy about to get some and nudges her hips up so that he can lay his shirt out under her rear before removing the panties completely. It's a t-shirt, it can be replaced, and walking home from the beach topless with his hair a disaster will be a walk of every single one of you wishes you were me, not a walk of shame. There. No sand in her asscrack.]
Relax. [He's got his mouth up against her ear again, one hand just over her shoulder to prop himself up while the other guides him in.] Don't clench up. Stay relaxed. It's only gonna hurt if you make it. [And then his words just dissolve into a helpless moan as he starts to push inside, because she's still so fucking tight, and this is Rogue. The meaning of that can't even be dissected, it's an onion with endless layers, and it makes him throb inside her.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 07:00 pm (UTC)She bites into his shoulder, dropping her head against it as he slides himself in, and she's trying not to tighten up. Breathing helps, and then suddenly- he's in her. He's in her, and she is having sex. She just lost her virginity and it feels so stupidly right to have someone inside of her, on top of her.
With renewed passion, she kisses him again, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. Slowly, she starts to raise her hips to meet his, building into a steady rhythm. She'd seen this on TV, she knew what she was doing. Her body did, because it was made for this. her human body, doing one of the most basic of all things.
Once, she though losing her virginity would be soft and smooth. There would be candles and rose petals and soft music playing. Now, she had her nails digging into John's back, biting him even as she kissed him. This was right. And she wanted more.
She moans his name heavy in his ear, followed by the hungry:] more...
[She couldn't stay still. She needed this, needed to feel him filling her deeper, touching her where no one else had. Where Bobby Drake would never be able to go. Because he made his choices. And now, she'd made hers.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 07:29 pm (UTC)She's good. Rogue is good. He can imagine her planning or pining for it, watching the sanitized versions on TV and in movies, it's such a natural image that he really must know her better than he thinks, and it's paid off. He can only manage sporadic kisses with the way he's panting and moaning between thrusts, but he still crushes his lips against hers, keeps returning those bites until her lower lip will be very swollen and red indeed when they're finished. As red as the nail marks criscrossing his back. It's so good.]
Rogue you - you feel fucking amazing - [He's not even the sort to realize how much that'll mean to her, it's not at all a deliberate comment. Just half-frantic, mindless muttering as he snaps his hips in a steadily rising rhythm and uses that one free hand to leave a matching (though not as deep, obviously) set of nail gouges down her side.]
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Date: 2015-09-29 10:05 pm (UTC)Then he says she feels amazing and she's pretty sure she stops breathing. But she doesn't stop moving. She just lets his words reverberate through her. Amazing. Not deadly. He isn't hurt by her, no one will be now. And she feels amazing.
She closes her eyes tight against the tears she wasn't sure belonged to what.]
John, [she groans again, each thrust bringing a breathy cry from her as she ruts herself against him, wishing he could enter deeper, faster.]
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Date: 2015-09-30 12:37 am (UTC)Now you can tighten up. Flex around me, like opening and closing a fist. [It'll feel good for both of them, now that she's stretched out and the initial tightness is gone, and if she can find the right rhythm on her own the way she's found everything else - well, it'll be better than good. He'll have to hope he doesn't come too fast.]
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Date: 2015-09-30 12:51 am (UTC)She nods, and the next thing she knows, she's actually using those muscles. With him pulling and pushing, it's a bit odd, but it's good. Each clench pulls him closer to her, brings her closer. But she's no expert.
She digs her nails into his ass harder, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Fuck. Fuck.]
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Date: 2015-09-30 01:01 am (UTC)Like him, and she wouldn't like to know when or where the bulk of his experience came from. But it's paying off, because fuck is right, his arms are starting to shake and his thrusts are losing rhythm, getting jittery. The way his face twists, it's obvious that something big is coming, and it may almost look painful to someone who hasn't seen it before. Nothing could be further from the truth.]
Rogue - Rogue, I - c'mon, Rogue - [He really doesn't want to finish too soon this time, not this one time, when it's going to be etched forever in her memory. Gritting his teeth hard, he amps up the speed and force of his thrusting once more, trying to hold himself together.]
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Date: 2015-09-30 01:20 am (UTC)She can tell he's close, and she tries to take advantage of this, lifting a leg up and wrapping it around his waist to pull him closer, to try to keep him there so she can frantically thrust against him. She wants this to be good for him, truthfully, so he can't make any sort of comment later when he so clearly fully enjoyed himself.]
C'mon, [She tells him.] Shit, John- [She can't actually form words anymore because her breath is being used to moan and shriek with each thrust. She circles her hips in tight motions, trying to put pressure on her clit against his body so she can cum, too. She's almost there. She thinks she is, because she doesn't have much stamina, truth be told, and each new sensation is that: new.
She bites down on his shoulder again to try to quiet her noises.]
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Date: 2015-09-30 01:51 am (UTC)So - so fucking good - [She bites down and he moans, nearly coming apart but so fiercely determined.] - you're gonna - fucking feel it, Rogue -
[She's going to come. He's never been so goddamned determined about anything. With her face buried in his shoulder, he turns his head to latch onto her neck, biting down and sucking hard - she'll have a mark to remember this by, a classic teenage gesture, and it's as much about that as about keeping himself quiet as well.]
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Date: 2015-09-30 01:58 am (UTC)It feels like an explosion within her, almost, a great constricting and then nothing, absolute release as she cries out, writhing below him. Every thrust brings aftershocks through her overly-sensitive body, rippling through her. She can't keep thrusting and lets the orgasm take control as she sighs, panting and kissing him. But she knows this goes two ways, and he's almost there, too.]
fuck- John- come for me. [She's whispering his name huskily in his ear, urging him forward again so he can join her in the last waves of bliss.]
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