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notmarieanymore"Hey, ya'll've reached Rogue. Leave a message!"
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» you know what to do
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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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Date: 2015-10-01 04:25 pm (UTC)He's done it. Her first real, prolonged kiss. The first hands on her naked body. The first mouth on her naked body. The first dick inside her. The first orgasm she didn't give herself (because she must at least have gotten herself off, right?) He's conquered her completely, right under Bobby's nose. There's a complex network of emotions running beneath that, ones he may face at a later date, but it's not something he does all that often. He'll just stick with the surface, which is always fire, and right now he's watching Rogue's body smoulder after a fresh wave.
He turns her hair behind one ear, and there's no sharpness in his breathless voice when he speaks, but the words are still pointed. His words are never blunted, ever.]
Well? Feel better, now that you got him back?
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Date: 2015-10-01 04:52 pm (UTC)With John Allerdyce.
Wait. Wait, hold up. She just had sex with John Allerdyce and it was amazing. He's still on top of her, pushing hair out of her eyes. He looks so sweet, honestly. Handsome (which she'd never really use to describe him before) and caring.
But then he went and opened up his mouth and Rogue has to resist the urge to push him off of her. Because here's the thing: It was great. Really really great sex. He'd gotten her off. He'd kissed her. He'd left teeth and nail marks all over her pale skin. And he kind of just ruined it.
She blinked the daze from her eyes, pushing herself up slightly, using her elbows to support herself, opening her mouth to say something but-
No. No, he didn't. He didn't ruin anything. Because he knew exactly what they were both doing when she told him to kiss her. They'd gotten drunk on the beach (and it was far darker now, the sun having disappeared completely) and they were both angry with her cheating ex-boyfriend. Who'd given up on her for a girl he could touch.
Well. Guess who was touchable now?
They'd both gotten back at Bobby, in their own way. And honestly? Yeah. Yeah, she did feel better.
For now, anyway.]
If this is what you call better... [She's breathless, too, and almost wants to kiss him again. But that spell is broken.
Rogue reaches for the bottle of whiskey.] Yeah. Yeah, I kinda do.
[If she was going to hurt Bobby, she needed to own this.]
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:01 pm (UTC)But she stays. She takes another hard swig from the bottle and owns everything she's just done, down to and including how thoroughly she used John in this situation, and he finds himself admiring her. There's the badass.
He's the one who kisses her, while the taste of alcohol is still warm and sharp on her mouth, then laughs as he finally slips out of her and starts to dress. Bare ass to the breeze is getting a bit cold here.]
You're welcome.
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:07 pm (UTC)[She sets the bottle down after his lips leave hers, and she follows suit, sliding her panties back on first, then her bra. John can have his sandy shirt back that smells like sweat and sex.]
I had always thought I'd first have sex at senior prom. [With Cody, in some motel room, or maybe in the back seat of his pick-up, drunk on wine coolers. Fire and brimstone preachers had always told her she'd go to hell for premarital sex. Owen D'Ancanto always told her she'd go to hell period.]
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:12 pm (UTC)[He's never spoken so much about his past to her, not ever. He doesn't even think Bobby knows this story.]
But it happened. We sure as hell stayed warm that way. I don't even know if I got her name, never mind remember it.
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Date: 2015-10-01 05:29 pm (UTC)Rogue hadn't been one for it, so while she attended as much as she was forced to, she'd dropped out of girl scouts, but the rest was all something she'd done. the ball never happened, before she left. Her mother wanted one life for her, and the level of control that that took away from her was awful. So she'd rebelled, and she'd payed the price.
Maybe if her parents hadn't made her quit soccer it would have been different, but no, Anna Marie was not going to be playing soccer, thank you very much.]
Shit.
[She shook her head, imagining it. Oh, she could see it. Hitchhiking all the way up through Canada had meant she had spent a lot of freezing nights by herself, sleeping in public restrooms to keep herself safe, huddled up on benches, stealing loafs of Wonderbread to survive.
She and John had a whole lot more in common than she was comfortable with. Maybe that's why they'd hated each other so much. They saw themselves in each other and couldn't face it.]
At least you were warm. [And now she was, too, sweater on and her jeans pulled up.]
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Date: 2015-10-04 01:20 pm (UTC)[And he's not going any further into that. Home life, with his "parents" - that's not for sharing with anyone. What they need to deal with is now, anyway, not then; this doesn't have to mean anything, except that it does, because it was a direct attack on someone they both care about and has completely shifted their dynamic. Not to mention changed her life.]
So? What now? [He's not looking at her. The vulnerability of his position is sinking in, and he doesn't like it, so he's not going to appear to care about what answer he gets. It's so vague that he'll probably need to narrow down what he's asking, which was kind of shooting himself in the foot, but he's going on the slim hope that she won't make him ask where they stand.]
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Date: 2015-10-04 01:28 pm (UTC)Maybe not ever.
She's clothed and looking at him.] Waddya mean? [So, yes, John, if you expected her to let you off easy, you were wrong.] Finish the bottle? [Which she's going to do with another drink right here, wash the taste of John off of her. Or maybe allow herself to relax a little bit more, and enjoy this extreme level of pettiness she'd brought herself to.]
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Date: 2015-10-04 02:30 pm (UTC)And finishing the bottle's a great start.]
Hand it - fuck, it's done? Give it to me anyway. [He snatches it out of her hand, then shoves his filthy shirt inside with a tail hanging out the end, like a molotov cocktail without the gasoline (because what need does he have for that?) Shirtless beneath his jacket, no shoes or socks on yet, he walks down to the water's edge and lights up the tail end before hurling the bottle toward the water; it catches light and explodes just like the real thing, right in midair, shards of firelit glass falling into the ocean.]
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Date: 2015-10-05 03:32 am (UTC)She leans back on her hands to watch him toss the bottle.]
Some poor kid is gonna get their foot cut on on glass, y'know.
[But there's approval in it. Not really on kids cutting their feet, clearly, but on... Something else. The recklessness of it all, perhaps.]
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Date: 2015-10-05 04:50 pm (UTC)[He turns around to face her again, grinning. Not smirking, but grinning. Maybe she's just drunk enough to be fun, but he likes her right now. This is the Rogue he thought he could get along with, all this time.]
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Date: 2015-10-06 01:30 am (UTC)That was it. The alcohol, sure, but she didn't have her powers. She didn't have to close herself off to keep everyone safe. She could actually be a teenager, for once in her life.]
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:13 am (UTC)[Too bad they put their clothes back on - and there's glass out there now - or he'd see if he could get her skinnydipping. Wouldn't that be something.
Something more serious flickers across his face, though, because he can't leave it at tonight. Not even with all the wrong reasons we did this.]
You were right, too. I wanted to. For a long time.
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:28 am (UTC)I've always been fun, [she told him, though she knows it's not true. She hadn't been fun at the school. Her powers removed a lot of fun from her life. Made it so she had to be careful at all times.
His words take her aback.] John what- [Oh. Oh, shit.]
You liked me? I was just giving you a hard time...
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:30 am (UTC)[It was always Bobby for him, too, in a lot of ways. But Rogue came into their lives and turned everything upside down.]
Not like I can blame you. No one can see past him.
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:40 am (UTC)That whole thing was now painted in a very different light.]
Hey. [She reached out and put a hand on his shoulder.] Wasn't like I made the best decision in the world or anything.
[That was supposed to be comforting.]
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:44 am (UTC)[He starts to pace up the beach, giving no indication if she should follow or not, but he's still talking.]
Even being at Xavier's was impossible. I knew I hated the guy and everything he stood for. Trying to be friends with Bobby, with you - none of that was who I was.
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:46 am (UTC)You seem... I know they probably aren't the best things to judge from, but you seem happier here.
[kinder. Ironically.
For a second, she wants to ask him something; if he believed that Magneto was right, in kidnapping her, using her like he did. But she didn't want to know the truth, as much as she did. She didn't want to ruin what could be, oddly, a solid friendship.]
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:51 am (UTC)[He's not happier, exactly, but there's not as much to be angry about. He couldn't deny that if she were to say it.]
It's all fucked up. Just not as bad. [Which probably isn't true for her, given what she just found out, but he thinks she might be calling it an even trade-off right now.]
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Date: 2015-10-07 01:59 am (UTC)[She has no idea they're here. Any of the other X-Men that aren't them weren't known to her. Well. Other than Remy.]
It's still bad. I just- [she sighs.] I'm just really glad I won't kill someone by giving them a hug. I'm glad it's just me in my head again.
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Date: 2015-10-07 02:03 am (UTC)[But his satisfaction is short-lived. He's never fully understood her powers, so this is a bit of a confusing shock.]
What do you mean, in your head?
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Date: 2015-10-07 02:39 am (UTC)The voices. [She gives him a look- doesn't he know?]
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