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I feel like Anais Nin (NC-17)
Disclaimers: This is a work of fan fiction, which means I�m
not getting any sort of compensation other than my own perverse self
gratification for writing it. This contains
characters created by Stan Lee, Marvel, and other people with great
lawyers. If you recognize something, I
don�t own it. Not even a tiny bit. This also contains blatant and graphic
sexual themes and activities between two females and implied sexual activities
between heterosexual couples. If this
is illegal for you to read, go away please.
I don�t need your traumatized mothers or babysitters on my case because
you can�t follow directions and clicked �Yes� when the site asked if you were
of legal age.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta (!), I�m not
depraved. Really! I swear!
This bit if fictional smut is for ProPhile and everyone else who thinks
XME needs more femmeslash and smut in general.
;) The title refers to Anais Nin
(obviously) a famous (mostly) author known for her bisexuality and interesting
sexual morals. Go read Delta of
Venus if you want to know what I�m talking about.

It was an
accident that this all started. Or was
it an accident that started it allan san style="mso-spacerun: yes">
Either way, it happened. In the
Danger Room that first night, I fell and hit my head pretty hard, all because I
was tryin� to show off. I know, I know,
not like me, huh? I sort of blacked out
for a minute and when I was able to focus again, Scott was reaching for my
neck, trying to check my pulse. I
wasn�t even able to shout �no!� or even make a noise before he did it. I don�t know what that idiot was thinking
but I felt him flood my veins and my mind like liquor. It was awful and wonderful all at the same
time. I never tell anyone the good
part about being touched on accident. I
feel the other person�s excitement and fear as they touch my skin, I feel their
life for just a moment, making me burn and melt before the panic and
pain set in. I heard myself scream and
Scott shout before I fainted, the draining on top of the head injury too much
for me to take. As I slipped into a
rather nice darkness, I heard Jean cry out his name and saw people rushing
over.

Usually, when I absorb someone�s
powers, it doesn�t last too long. Even
I�m not sure how my body decides to cycle these things out but powers go in
about an hour or so, depending on how long someone touched me. Memories and stuff like that, though, last a
lot longer. I got out of the infirmary
close to midnight and was sort of hoping everyone had gone to bed, but no�they
were all lined up in the hall, looking at me like they expected my head to fall
of or something. �You okay, Scott?� I
asked, ignoring everyone else for a moment.
�Woozy, but okay,� he said,
shrugging. I�m pretty sure he was
putting up a front so no one would think he was a giant wuss or something. Logan told me that even he got
knocked on his ass for a while when I drained him.
�Good�� I sort of looked everyone over, not really sure what they were
expecting. �Um�night.�
I knew that wasn�t what they wanted
but for the life of me, I couldn�t figure �em out. Did they want an apology for Scott? Did they want me to cry?
Whatever it was, they weren�t getting it just then. I made it all the
way back to my room before any of �em caught up with me. �Jean, I�m really tired��
�I know, I just wanted to make sure
you were really okay.�
�Why? Don�t I look it?� I really did feel like shit but I didn�t
want pity just then.
�Rogue�� She looked tense. I
couldn�t help myself�I was staring at her chest, how it was rising and falling
under her t-shirt, how I could see the outline of barely erect nipples in the
cool air of the upstairs hallway� Damn Scott for having unresolved sexual
ten! It took a minute for my brain to process everything. �Oh�Uh�okay.� A voice in the back of my head was screaming at me to take
advantage of the situation, to do this or that, things the owner of the voice
never really got the chance to do himself.
�Want to come in?�
Jean sort of stared at me for a
second before nodding. I think she was
expecting me to go off on her or something.
I felt guilty for this sudden spike of lust, even though it wasn�t
really mine. I felt like it was
betrayin� someone or something, but Jean and Scott weren�t together then. And I was never gonna be with anyone so who
was I betrayin�? My mind was mush as I
shut the door behind us, Scott�s personality fightin� mine for a chance with
Jean. All the lust he felt for her was
front and center in my brain and it was more than a little disturbing. I wondered why she didn�t notice�even though
she wasn�t a super-great teep like the Professor, she could still sense things,
especially strong feelings. �Rogue,
what�s wrong?�
Shit. I had been watching her lips, pink and a
little red where she had been biting her lower lip while I was in the
infirmary. Part of me wanted to be
flattered, think her worry was for me, but I knew better� �Jean, how far have
you and Scott gone?�
�What?�
�He�s in my head, you know. I can feel him, hear him. He seems to know all sorts of things about
you�� I felt like I wasn�t in control
of my own body anymore. I crowded her
near the bed and she didn�t really seem to try to get away. �I know you�ve got a birthmark on your
stomach that he thinks looks like South America, he thinks your eyes are blue
but they�re hazel, I can see that now, and he has the same dream about you
every night and has since he first met you.
Want to know what it is?�
�Rogue!�
I knew I�d gone too far then, but I
couldn�t help myself. Scott�s lust was
translating into my own; I could feel it burning in my stomach, my thighs,
pooling in my belly like so much liquid heat.
I was starting to ache, needing something I didn�t really want but I had
to, had to have� �Jean, I want�� I
closed my eyes and tried to steady my breath, but never got the chance.s"> I felt her hand on my shoulder and thought
she was about to push me away, but instead she pulled me to her, hugged me like
she was comforting a child. She
shielded her skin from mine carefully, making sure I only touched where her
clothes covered. �Jean, let me go. I�m sorry��
�Don�t be,� she said quietly. �It�s Scott in you, making you feel this.�
I fought a rude statement about him
being in me. Instead, I said, �Let go
of me. This isn�t helping.� I could smell her skin and whatever perfume
she had put on that morning, so many hours ago, I could smell the sweat on her
from the Danger Room and feel how warm she was and how soft she felt against
me. My fingers clenched into fists,
trying not to touch her.
�Rogue, it�ll pass, I promise.�
She still hadn�t let go of me. For
such a smart girl, Jean could be remarkably stupid sometimes. I couldn�t help myself then. I kissed
her. I kissed her where her hair
covered her ear, I kissed her where her t-shirt covered the very edge of her
collarbone. She gasped and her hands
fluttered like she couldn�t decide what to do, whether to push me away or let
me get this out of my system. Scott was
very insistent in my mind and apparently he had no idea about foreplay. I dropped to my knees in front of her and
pressed more kisses to her stomach, her navel, her breasts. She wasn�t wearing a bra and I could feel
the hard peaks of her breasts against my tongue through her t-shirt. Jean apparently decided not to fight it then
because she made a noise like she was enjoying herself as I sucked hard on her
nipple, holding her to me with my arms around her back. I had no idea if Scott had ever done this to
her or if this was some fantasy of his, but it was guiding me to things I�d
never really thought of before, at least not with Jean. I pushed against her, made her fall onto my
bed, and she scooted back to make room for me.
She didn�t try to touch me and I didn�t know if that was because she was
afraid of my skin or just in shock. I
didn�t honestly care, though. I wanted
to have all of her, feel all of her, but even in my lust-addled state, I
knew I had to make do. I fumbled with
the button on her jeans, wishing she wore skirts more often and hiding a tiny
cheer of triumph when she lifted her hips to help me push the jeans down her
legs. There was a long moment when we
just sort of looked at each other, me fully clothed down to my gloves and
high-necked uniform, she in a t-shirt and panties, laying panting on my
bed. It was just about as surreal as
things could get.
I don�t know which of us moved
first, but soon I was kissing her again, everywhere her shirt covered, her hand
on the back of my head as if she wanted to press me to her forever. I bit her through her shirt, making her gasp
and sort of arch up against me. I could
feel her heat against me, a heat so painfully familiar to my own. I wanted her right then, everything else be
damned. I kissed her stomach again, my
breath tickling her because she giggled when I reached the edge of her
shirt. I almost stopped then, almost
begged forgiveness and ran from the room, but Jean said my name, she begged me. �Please, Rogue�� My mouth was on her then, the thin fabric of her underwear a negligible
barrier between us. She parted her legs
for me, trying not to touch me but wanting to.
I held her thighs with my gloved hands, wishing I could feel her skin
for once, but content�more than content�with what we were doing. I could taste her through the fabric, feel
her pulsing and soaking against my tongue.
I could feel the tiny nub of her desire as I parted her sex, knowing how
to do this somehow, though I�m not sure even know if that was because of Scott
in my head or because it�s what I�d want done to me in the same situation. She was moaning, squirming around on my
bed. It was getting harder and harder
not to throw caution to the wind and probably ruin things for the both of
us. I had to have some relief myself
and knew she was watching me as I reached between my own legs, finding my
center in the uniform. I didn�t dare
take it off, not with so much of her skin exposed, but I could make do. I pressed against my own hand and seeking
fingers as I prodded her with my tongue, drew hard on her before barely
scraping my teeth over the core of her desire.
I wanted her to scream my name but I knew she�d be as quiet as
possible. Damn it. I n>I was so wet and ready for the end that I
climaxed after just a few moments of touching myself. I couldn�t help the moans and cries against her wet center, my
own wild gyrations as I wanted to more, needed more, shuddering and seeping
through my practice uniform. Jean
raised her hips again, opening for me again, and I drew harder, ran my tongue
along her folds and felt her reach her own end. Shrt ort of half-cried out and clamped a hand over her mouth before
she sank back into the bed. I slid ontoe fle floor and just sat there a minute, not sure what to do but knowing I wanted
to do that again. Soon.
�That wasn�t you.�
�I don�t think so,� I said honestly.
�Are you sure?�
�I�I don�t know.�
�I think it may have been me�wanting
to.�
�Hmmm.�
�Rogue?�
�Yeah?�
�I�m going to go to bed now. Can we talk about this tomorrow night?�
�Sure.� I was a little sad but didn�t know what else to do. Jean retrieved her pants and left pretty quick,
leaving me on the floor. All I could
think as I saere ere was Me, one, Scott, zero.
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