A Thief in the Night

Charles Xavier was teaching a class on biology when he received an urgent message from Jean.

~Professor, I just got a call from Angel. Alvers has escaped from jail~
~Where is Kitty?~
~She 's with Rogue in New York City. Scott's trying to reach them on the communicator~
~Where is Angel?~
~On his way to the city to try and find them. I'm keeping in touch~


Xavier dismissed his class early, telling them that an unexpected emergency had come up. He made his way to Cerebro immediately. Once he was plugged into the network, he began his search for his girls. He found them quickly and realized, with no small amount of concern, that Avalanche and Quicksilver were close. Too close.


Rogue tugged K int into a print store in order to get a better look at some modern pieces she'd seen through the window. Kitty complained that her feet were tired. She sat down on a bench and placed her shopping bags on the floor next to her. She watched as Rogue approached a couple of black and white photographs that were quite striking. They were of various body parts, up close and part in shadow. The mix of dark and light made the individual prints look more like sculptures in their extreme closeness to the camera and the lack of any full form.


The most impressive was a white and gray background that appeared to be a wall and floor, with a musculhoulhoulder, neck and ear visible in the edges of the close foreground. The effect was quite stunning. The gleaming dark skin of the model looked like carved and polished marble. There was a calm feeling of stillness. Some of the artist's other photographs depicted motion through the energy of the subject. To this particular print, Rogue and Kitty both felt drawn. They decided that it would look very nice in their living room. Rogue insisted on shelling out some serious cash for a large frame that suited the print as well as their décor.


"Ain't you glad Ah dragged you in here now?" She said smugly, walking out of the shop carrying the large frame under one arm. Kitty let out a loud sigh and agreed.


"Yes, you were right, now can we please get some lunch?" She gave Rogue a hopeful smile. The other girl tried to keep a stern expression while watching her friend's attempts to look pitiful. When Kitty stuck her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, she began laughing.


"Ah give up, orphan Annie!" She said and they ducked into a coffee shop for some toasted sandwiches and soup. The afternoon light was quickly fading with the approach of some storm clouds. There had been a prediction of a blizzard for the evening, and it appeared to be accurate.


"How far are we from the car?" Kitty asked, sipping her bottled water. "We must have walked for miles."


"Ah told you to wear old shoes." Rogue admonished. Kitty raised and eyebrow in irritation.


"I don't have any old shoes." She reminded her roommate. "And neither do you, how come you're so comfortable?"


"Ah wore sneakers."


"Oh." Kitty had opted for a pair of knee-high black leather boots that had a low heel. They were cut narrow and had a thin sole so the shock of waking on pavement for hours was making her uncomfortable. She'd paired the boots with a knee-length green skirt and matching sweater set. She looked good, but her feet were cold and sore. She was looking forward to a nice soak in the tub. "Do you think we've bought enough bric a brac?" She asked. Pointing to the numerous bags that littered the floor around their table. There was another load of bags that they'd dropped off in her car when they'd last passed the parking garage.


"Sure. Ah want to get home before the storm anyway." Rogue replied. They enjoyed the hot soup and sandwiches and didn't notice the fair-haired man standing on the sidewalk across the street from the coffee shop.


Pietro watched the interplay between the two women with interest. Whenever he'd seen Rogue up close in the past, she'd always had a scowl on her . H. He'd wondered if she even knew how to smile. Now she was smiling and laughing and chatting with Kitty like any other teenage girl. He frowned and debated his next move. He really shouldn't indulge Lance with his fantasies of revenge. He didn't understand why the young man was so determined to hurt Kitty some more. He probably wouldn't have thought to attack her home if Pietro himself hadn't pushed him to anger. Maybe he convinced himself that his smarter friend hadn't used him. Maybe his time in jail had given him the opportunity to build a real grudge against his ex.


Lance had said he also had a score to settle with Wagner. This was something understandable. The little blue freak had moved in on his girl as soon as Lance was out of the way. He'd also been the one to capture Alvers and bring him in. That a single X-man had captured him, and the one who was fucking Kitty to boot, was too much for the mutant. Pietro allowed his friend his obsessions for now, it gave him an excuse, as the only one of the two who could show himself in public, to watch Rogue. He didn't like to admit it, but the girl had become a distraction to him.
Pietro thought about Rogue and how he'd gotten to the point of lurking outside a coffee shop in the middle of winter just to watch her eat.

Back in high school, he'd had plenty of luck with the ladies. He was attractive, rich, and fast. He'd been interested in girls since he knew there were two sexes. Once his mutant ability developed, he had a tool to use in his quest for pussy. He recalled his pet name for his illicit activities as a pre-teen. He'd become a prime peeping tom. In a fraction of a second, he'd been able to gaze upon, and memorize the details of his chosen quarry's nude form. He'd even taken a liking to running through the women's locker rooms a couple of times a week. It was on one of these jaunts that he'd first seen her. In his mind, he revisited the day.


One day after school, Pietro decided to take a quick trip through the locker room in case there were some stragglers from the girl's track team. He'd seen most of them leave with parents and friends, but he'd been stuck in a lab with his partners for science class. He hadn't been able to spy on a woman all day. He was starting to get restless. At first, it appeared to be empty. Most of the lights were off and there were no sounds of talking and giggling. Then he'd heard one of the showers running. After taking a lightning fast search of the rest of the locker room, he'd verified that there was no one else there. Curiosity got the best of him and he approached the showers slowly.


The woman in the showers could be anyone. Pietro knew he might walk in on the lunch lady or the cheeleader captain for God's sake. It was this doubt, the mystery of whichhe would be seeing that made him want to prolong the suspense. He crept forward and peeked into the large shower room. At the far corner, standing under the spray of one of a single showerhead was a young woman with her back to him. He admired the pearly white legs that were slender and strong. They ended in round, firm buttocks. The steam from the hot water reached him across the room and he felt a dampness inside his shirt. Or was it sweat? He knew he was staring with his mouth open, but when she picked up a bar of soap and began lathering up her hands and rubbing her arms and torso, he felt as if his feet had grown roots through the floor.


Whoever the girl was, she made small sighs as she rubbed soapy hands over her neck and shoulders. She turned slightly so her left side was visible to Pietro. Her flat belly was just as pale as her legs and she rubbed the bar of soap over her navel before bringing it up across her breasts. He could see that her shoulders were quite pink from the temperature of the water. He'd never wanted to be a bar of soap before this moment. But when the little sliver of pink moved over the high, firm mounds and brushed the pink tips, he'd have given anything for just that wish. His mouth was dry, and he felt parched. He desperately wanted a drink. Not of water from the fountain, but to put his lips against the naked shoulder that she presented him and taste her wet skin.


The girl placed the soap sliver on a tray and opened a small bottle. When she'd lathered her hair with the floral scented shampoo, she tilted her head back and turned her front in Pietro's direction. He thought his pants were going to burst into flames. He was rock hard and throbbing for the woman. He had to have her. Her waist was small, and her hips were trim with a little bit of curve to them. He just knew that her breasts would fit in his hand perfectly. His palms itched and his fingers curled. Of their own volition, his feet started forward on the wet tile. When she leaned back, arching her body and moving her hips toward him, he stepped closer. She stood upright and shook her head, splashing him with water. He saw the white streaks in the front of her hair, and her eyelids began to flutter as she blinked the water out of her eyes.


Pietro's courage abandoned him and he fled. He was gone before her eyes were fully open. He ran all the way back to his house. He made it there faster than ever before. He was up in his room and sitting on his bed within a minute of seeing her face. She was still naked in the locker room. His heart was beating even faster than usual and now he had a raging hardon. His shirt was wet and he tore it off, pressing it to his face and inhaling the scent left by the shampoo. He gave himself a mental shake. Why was he suddenly so undone by a naked woman. He'd seen them before. He'd seen larger breasts, longer legs, and smaller waists than hers. Why suddenly was he feeling hot and cold at the same time? Because, unlike every other woman he'd met at the school, with a few exceptions, she'd shown absolutely no interest in him. And his Father had warned him to stay away from her.


Magneto knew something about Rogue that he hadn't discussed with his son. He'd just made it clear that Pietro was not to associate with the young woman. That was it. Pietro told himself. It was the forbidden fruit that always tasted sweetest. He'd just have to disobey his father for once. Taking an uncomfortable run around his house to make certain he was alone, Pietro went into the bathroom and tuned on the shower. He stripped and got under the warm spray. He imagined that he could still smell her shampoo. He lathered up his own hands and began to throb with the memory of hers, sliding over her slick skin. He fastened his hand around his erection and began to stroke himself. Up and down, faster he pumped till he had to brace his other hand against the shower wall, so intense was his orgasm when it came. He spurted his essence with a moan he couldn't contain. His knees weakened slightly and he gasped for breath. Her name was on his lips when he finally stopped spasming in his own hand.