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Bits and Pieces (NC-17)
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“My leg
doesn’t bend that way!”
“Erk, sorry…”
“’sokay, easy to mistake to make since I look like Gumby and
all…”
“Damn it,
Rogue, I was teasin’ you!”
“Yeah, yeah…” She scooted closer, poking him with her
toe. “Don’t just sit there…”
“You’re not
mad at me?”
“Would I be
naked if I were mad at you?” she sighed.
Todd had the room to himself while Amara and Lance were off doing who
knew what in town and she wanted to make the most of it before they came back
or someone came looking for her. She
pushed the lock of white hair out of her eyes and poked him with her toe again. “Toooooooooood…”
“Sorry,
thinking…” He moved forward on his hands
and knees, pressing against her and dropping small kisses along her stomach as
he stretched out.
“Mmmm… about what?” She shivered as gooseflesh rose on her skin,
her eyes closing as his breath tickled and teased along her bare flesh. She stretched her toes, pointing them towards
the footboard, and arched her back slightly.
“You’re kinda cold.”
“I was outside,” he murmured,
the tip of his tongue darting out to tease her already turgid nipple. “Just thinkin’
about the whole school thing…”
“Oh, don’t,”
she complained, the drawl in her voice clear in her frustration. “Not now anyway. No girl likes to think she inspires her
boyfriend to think of school.” She
hooked her feet around his ankles and arched her hips.
Todd
uttered a low groan and pressed his forehead against her shoulder. “Point taken. Just let me feel for a minute…”
Rogue did
not mind the wait then. She liked being
able to feel him against her. More than
liked it, she knew. She craved it. In the weeks when they could not touch skin
to skin, not even to hold hands or brush fingers across errant strands of hair
on a cheek, she dreamed of this so vividly that it caused a physical ache
within her. She no longer worried,
truly, that the only reason she was with Todd was because he was the only one
not afraid to touch her. Now she worried
that she might use him for sensory input, memorizing the feel of flesh and
bone, warm skin and hair brushing over sensitive spots. She murmured her pleasure as he pressed
against her more fully, his hands roaming down her arms and then her hips,
slipping up her sides to her neck and face.
Rogue shifted, bringing her legs around his lower back and opening
herself to him.
Todd only hesitated for the
briefest moment, tempted to say the least to ask if he could try without protection,
just for a moment. He had the feeling
she would get irritated with him and that, he knew, would ruin everything, so
he sighed under his breath and pressed against her, the warmth of her sex
parting and taking him in. They had done
this so many times he had lost count and every time he was nervous, thinking
that this would be the time she came to her senses and threw him out of bed or
worse. He hated that he did not think
about such things until he was alone like this with her but he could not help
it… His thoughts of her body, her pleasure, tangling with the
uncertainty of his place at the Institute and his place with her. Her
nails scoring his back lightly snapped his attention back to the situation at
hand, though, and he could abandon those thoughts for a little while
longer. Her chest and throat were
flushed and her eyes were closed, lips parted as she breathed a little faster
than before they started. He could smell
her skin, the green apple scent of her soap mingled with warm flesh and
salt-sweat. Her body moved against his
without her realizing it, each breath and tremble causing her skin to rub
against him, making him feel as if liquid heat were moving through his
veins. He moved within her then, slowly
at first but building up a steady pace, her arms coming around his neck as her
legs remained around his lower back.
Half-words and breathy sounds of building need were the only things they
could hear, pulses thudding heavily in their ears as they lost track of where
they ended and the other began. Todd
lost track of time entirely, not sure if it had only been a few minutes or an
hour before he felt his own ending.
Rogue’s legs tightened around him and she gasped, arching hard, as she
climaxed, pressing her face against his shoulder to keep quiet in the populated
house. He bit down hard on his lower
lip, drawing a bead of blood to the surface, as the familiar tightening began
in his lower belly, the need for this too great to hold back any more before he
finally groaned inarticulately, his peak almost painful in his desire for
denouement.
Rogue moved to press against him as
he shifted off of her, turning away to take care of cleaning up
afterwards. She pressed a kiss to the
back of his neck and moved off the bed, taking the top sheet with her, wrapped
around her toga-style. “Sorry,” she replied blithely to his sharp cry as the
cold air hit his skin. “You’ll get it
back!”
He grunted as she shut herself in
the bathroom to clean herself up. “I’ve
seen you naked already!” he called after her.
“I know!”
“You confuse me!”
“I know!”
He snorted and reached for his
pants, freezing when a heavy knock fell on the door. “Todd, tell Rogue I need to talk to her!”
Kitty’s voice filtered through the door, sounding thick and hesitant.
“What makes you think she’s in
here?” He felt the color rising in his face as he hurriedly dressed. “Check her room!”
“Todd,” Kitty sighed, “you’re not
as quiet as you think.”
He frowned. “Okay, fine…” He could hear Rogue laughing in
the bathroom, making his face even more red in embarrassment “At least we lock the door…”
A/N Next up, why’s Kitty
crying? And what’s going on in Boston? And why do I write these like a Scooby Doo tagline?
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