Mirror, Mirror | By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“You’re naked.”
“Good eye,” Rahne yawned, stretching on her toes, her fingers reaching for the ceiling. She had never really considered nudity the purview of the sexual. It was just a natural state and it sometimes amused her when her friends would get embarrassed or, alternately, hot and bothered, by a glimpse of usually hidden flesh. She usually slept naked, when she could. She supposed it had something to do with the lupine nature in her make up, or maybe, she thought as she shot a smile at Jamie over her shoulder, it was because Jamie always looked at her like that when he crept into her room in the hour before dawn and found her bare. “You’re not.”
“Not anymore,” he grinned. He was still buttoning up his pajama top as she padded to the half bath in the room she used to share with one of the new students while the additional wing was being built. “So, what’s on for today?”
Rahne shrugged, knowing he could not see her, but not feeling quite up to an answer. Instead, she rummaged her toothbrush out of the cabinet and set to her morning routine. _Blast… hickey… _ In fact, there were three of them, deep purple-red marks blossoming on her neck and chest where Jamie had drawn on her flesh, his teeth and tongue and lips laving and nipping until she threatened to cry out, her voice becoming more and more difficult to withhold.
“Hey,” Jamie called softly, trying not to be overheard by the just-awakening household. “I asked what’s on for today? I heard Lance is going into town tonight for some deal and I was figuring, if maybe you wanted to go to a movie or something…” He trailed off, blushing slightly as he stared at Rahne brushing her teeth in the nude. He could trace the lines of her back with his eyes and still feel them under his fingers, the soft flesh over hard muscle and bone, warm skin that seemed to glow from within as they tangled in her sheets less than an hour before. Sometimes, he thought, Rahne scared him a little. She would growl low in her throat, her fingers would grip his arms, his back, his hips too tightly, almost making him cry out in pain. The wolf was obvious in her eyes, in her strength as they made love but as nervous as it made him, he never pulled away. He cleared his throat mainly to distract himself from the sight of her naked as she bent to spit her mouthful of toothpaste residue in the sink. He was not quite ready for another round but he could definitely be persuaded, he thought as his face began to grow even more warm.
Rahne smiled at the sight of Jamie’s red cheeks as she slid past him and back into her room. “I’ve got to finish homework for Storm before I do anything else. And it’s my day to test the sims in the Danger Room. I was thinking of asking Tabby to help me… you know, to snap her out of it…” She shrugged again and began pulling clothes out of her dresser drawers. “She’s not quite right since Lucas, you know?”
Jamie nodded, directing his thoughts to other pursuits and trying not to think of the fact he could still taste traces of her on his lips and tongue. “She’s…whatsit… Kitty had a word for it.” He tapped his fingers against his forehead as if it could drum up the notion. “Disaffected?”
“Softpated,” Rahne supplied with a grunt as she hopped up and down to get her jeans to zip. She hated being muscular sometimes. The cute clothes never fit her and the ones that did fit hung strangely, more meant for curves than for bulk.[1] “That child is going to grow up to be Norman Bates[2], the way she’s been clinging to him.”
Jamie blew out a careful breath, trying to think of the best way to phrase his thoughts. Rahne had strong opinions about just nearly everything and he did not want to start an argument at godawful o’clock in the morning. “I think she’s sort of right to cling a bit, you know? I mean… he was kidnapped and she had to go for such a long time, wondering if he was alive or dead or worse…”
“True… but he’s safe now,” she said bluntly. “And Tabby isn’t doing anyone any favors by staying holed up with her son in that bedroom. It’s verging on an Iocasta complex.”[3] She deftly twisted her riotous curls into two pigtails atop her head. “And we’ve got heaps more to worry about too…”
“Like Morlocks.”
Rahne blinked, raising a brow at the sudden change in Jamie’s tone. He sounded as if he were being strangled, like the words were being forced forth. “Yeah, I guess so. And the Shi’ar… those fucking bird brains…”
“Morlocks,” Jamie rasped again, his eyes going wide as he stared at Rahne’s window. Through the narrow opening in the curtain, he saw eyes peering back at him. Not Kurt’s eyes, he knew, and no one else in the Institute could get up to Rahne’s window without a ladder. No one there, he thought, had eyes that color. Or so many of them!
“Jamie, what the Hell is your deal with Morlocks? You know, we’re just like them. Hell, if I didn’t shift, I would be one,” she continued, turning to face him only to find that he was clutching her bed sheet in his fingers desperately, his feet backscrambling, trying to push him further back into the bed itself. “Jamie!”
“Morlocks!” This time it came as a shout and his hand flew up seemingly of it’s own will, pointing at the window.
“Get someone!” she shouted, leaping forward, making it across the room and to the window in a giant bound.
“Rahne!” he shouted after her, but it was too late. She was out of the window and sprinting across the lawn after the fleeing Morlock before he could muster the exclamation. “Shit,” he breathed, staring for one moment longer. “ FUCK!”
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[1] I don’t mean bulk as in plus size.
[2] The worst Mama’s Boy *ever*. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_Bates
[3] Iocasta or Jocasta was Oedipus’s mother. The complex is like the famous Oedipal one but with the mother being obsessed with the son.
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