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Perfectly Normal	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Perfectly Normal Chapter
Forty Four
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� Somehow, the time
before a major event seems to speed up right at the last minute and leave you
scurrying�� InterNutter, TC, Maxwell
Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting.� J
ProPhile: *pre-emptive cake and ice cream * Morgan: Feeling better? *g *
Readers/Reviewers: Thank you SO much for reading and reviewing as you can! And
thanks to Doctor Nightfall for a nifty notion� ;)

�� You�re not
in your own room,� Todd pointed out helpfully, glancing sideways at Lance�s
empty bed.� �Must be epidemic��
�� Rogue
rolled her eyes, arching her hips to his touch through the thin fabric of her
underwear and tights.� �Gonna kick me
out?� she asked breathlessly, shivering as Todd�s fingers pressed more
insistently against the juncture of her thighs, the fabric of her garments
rough against the tender skin there.� She
gasped softly, her eyes flutter closed as her body jerked of it�s own volition,
her fingers curling into the sheets on either side of her hips.� Todd was being so careful not to accidentally
touch her bare skin, the sliver of stomach showing between her skirt and the
hem of her shirt or the pale column of neck, exposed by her forgotten scarf
that languished on her own bed, abandoned in a fit of need when she went to
seek Todd after the conference in the dining room.� �Where is Lance, anyway?�
�� Todd
frowned slightly.� �Most guys don�t like
to hear their girl talkin� about his best friend while they�re in the middle of
stuff, Marie,� he said, only half serious.�
�He�s off sulking about Amara or something.�� He could feel the silken heat of her desire
seeping through the thin fabric of her clothing, the trembling of her thigh
muscles against his forearm as she moved slowly against his seeking
fingers.� The only light came from the
pale yellow security lamp outside, attached to the brick wall of the mansion
and seeping through the curtains between Todd�s and Lance�s beds, but even in
that weak glow, Todd could see the faint flush creeping up Rogue�s neck from
beneath her shirt, the reddening of her cheeks as her breath quickened.� He wanted to kiss her; the need was so great,
so blatantly physical that it made him ache in his chest and belly, a dull and
throbbing pain like melting ice in the midst of the raging heat in his
veins.� Incautiously, he leaned closer,
the dark softness of her lips in the barely lit room beckoning him.� He knew what she would taste like, what she would
feel like, how her tongue would move against his, how the sweet, soft heat of
the kiss would consume him.� He had never
thought much outside of sex would feel so good, cause him so much frustration
and desperation, but not being able to kiss her when he wanted or even just
touch her, lay his hand on the small of her back in public, grasp her fingers
crossing the street�� He sighed and
closed his eyes, stopping short of doing the worst thing possible and kissing
her as she moved beneath his touch.� The
heat of her body radiated through their clothing, her pulse beating strong and
hard against his ribs and fingers.� She
gasped his name, her gloved hand suddenly grasping his wrist hard, squeezing as
she shuddered and arched against him and next to him.� He withdrew slowly, stroking her hidden sex
slowly as he moved away, sending another ripple of pleasure through her as he
shifted away.� His own need was painful,
a low and dull ache between his legs, making him curl inward.� He bit his lip firmly, holding back his first
instinct to ask her to return the favor, to grab her hand and press it against
the thick stiffness that he was fairly certain had turned an unnatural shade of
blue some minutes before.� �Good?� he
asked after a long silence in which Rogue regained her breath.� She shifted to lay on her side and look at
him and, for one moment, he felt like damning it all and touching her, kissing
the curve of her jaw, sinking his fingers into her hair, but he held himself in
check, promising a cold�ice cold�shower later.
�� Mmmmm�� She stretched out one gloved finger and
touched the side of his face, tracing some invisible line until she reached his
lips.� �Things will be back to normal
soon,� she murmured, post orgasmic somnolence threatening to steal over her
entirely.�
�� Normal,� he mused
softly.� �Never been that before��
�� Rogue
snorted quietly and yawned, her finger still on the corner of Todd�s
mouth.� �Jono found me earlier�� She opened one eye and looked at Todd with something
akin to worry in her features.�
�� Oh?� he
replied carefully, stretching his legs, which seemed to cramp up more and more
these days, the need to use them to their full extent preying on his
awareness.� �What�d Spooky want?�
�� He�he
asked me about Empath.�� She frowned even
more deeply and propped herself up on one elbow, dropping her finger from his
lips.� �He wanted to know about what
happened, what I got out of the whole thing.��
She heard the thickness in her voice, the creeping panic and sadness and
guilt.� �He said I needed to see the
basement��
�� the
basement?�� Todd sat up, placing his hand
carefully on her knees, forcing her to look at him.� �Marie, did he��
�� No, he
didn�t touch me,� she sighed, shaking her head for emphasis.� �I didn�t go to the basement but he seemed
really insistent.�
�� What time
is it?� he asked suddenly, leaning around her to look.� �Logan�s
not gonna be down the hall for another twenty minutes�� he smiled at her, his
teeth flashing in the half light of the room.�
�Want to go see what Jono wanted?�
�� Huh?�� She shook her head again, getting to her feet
as Todd did.� �No! I�m not going skulking
around after make believe in the basement! Jono�s half out of his mind! Paige
can tell you that!�� She paused,
sighing.� �Okay, not half out of his mind�
he�s just tetched.�[1]
�� Todd
grinned again, holding out his hand to her, urging her to follow him.� �C�mon� it�s barely ten.� Neither one of us are gonna sleep for a
while.�� You know it, I know it� it�s
either go do this or sit in our rooms, watching basic cable reruns of Grace Under Fire��
�� Rogue wavered,
then sighed loudly. �Fine, fine.� You get
me killed, though, I�m haunting you.�

[1] Tetched
is a term used often in the South� it�s not like being crazy or
addlepated.� It�s just�tetched.� Hard to explain lol.� It�s derived from �touched� like �touched by
craziness� or �touched� by a higher power.�
They�re tetched.�
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