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Indecent Obsession
By : Karen
Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Scott/Marie
Views: 17423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
- Indecent Obsession – chapter five
Author’s note: I’m using the biohazard symbol tattoo again because it’s just so fitting. Props to Victoria for the original concept.Rogue went down to the medlab wondering why Dr. McCoy had summoned her. Surely she didn’t need a vaccination to go to Canada.
“Ah, Rogue,” the blue-furred scientist greeted her, “I’m sure you’re contemplating why I’ve requested your presence.”
As that was obviously a rhetorical question that required no answer, Hank continued, “I’ve had a breakthrough in one of my research projects that will most definitely be of interest to you.”
That statement certainly piqued Rogue’s curiosity; the good doctor had her attention.
“Breakthrough?” she asked hopefully. Of course the only breakthrough she’d possibly be interested in would have to do with her mutation, but she didn’t want to seem too excited just in case it was something like he’d figured out how to keep ice cream from melting on a summer day.
“I’ve been working on a formula to temporarily suppress mutations … for those of you who haven’t found other more natural methods and, I’m rather proud to announce, I’ve done it.”
Cookie Monster had always been Rogue’s favorite “Sesame Street” character and now she wanted to throw her arms around this real live version. Not sure how Hank would respond to such an aggressive display of emotion, Rogue reined in that temptation, but couldn’t stop from bouncing up and down on her toes.
“Details, Doc, gimme the details. Do I have to sacrifice a kidney or something?”
“Forfeiting an organ won’t be necessary,” Hank said reassuringly, not grasping the humor, “I’ve conceived what I believe is a rather ingenious way of introducing the drug into the system.” He held up what looked like a tattooing needle. Turns out that’s exactly what it was.
“The formula is in the dye,” he began to explain, “and would require re-administrating annually.”
“What if I need my mutation? I’d hate to think of encountering Sabertooth in a dark alley one night and being totally defenseless.”
“A legitimate concern, most definitely, which is why I’ve fabricated this piece of equipment that works in conjunction with the formula,” Hank replied as he handed her what appeared to be a silver bangle.
Rogue examined the innocent-looking piece of jewelry, discovering it had an emerald embedded in it.
“It’s adamantium,” Hank informed her as he took it out of her hand, undid the clasp and slipped it on her wrist. It was a snug fit. “Whenever you need to neutralize the effects of the serum, you simply depress the emerald, which sends a low-voltage current through your system and you’ll be … ” he fumbled for his words, “toxic for 24-hours.”
Forgetting all about proper decorum, Rogue threw her arms around Hank and squeezed hard.
“Thank you. Thank you,” she said as she nuzzled into him.
Hank tentatively wrapped his arms around her and gave her a gentle hug in return.
“Now you just need to consider what design you’d like for your tattoo.”
“I already know the perfect one … a biohazard symbol.”
“Most appropriate,” Hank said with a smile.
~*~*~*
The next morning Rogue was patiently waiting in the foyer, unaware that Scott’s impeccable punctuality record had been marred because Jean had joined him in the shower.
Jean accompanied him downstairs – looking slightly disheveled, which was exactly the effect she was going for.
“Sorry, I’m late…” Scott started to say when Jean finished the explanation for him.
“We were … busy,” she said with a knowingly naughty smile and a wink in Rogue’s direction.
Rogue suddenly found the swirls in the marble flooring a lot more appealing than looking at either Jean or Scott.
Behind his protective glasses Scott glared at Jean. Normally such a private person, it wasn’t like her to practically flaunt their sex life in public and he was annoyed that she’d chosen this particular moment to change that stance.
“Since everyone’s sharing, Rogue has some news too,” Jubilee announced.
“Show Scott your wicked tat,” Kitty suggested.
Jubilee spun Rogue around and Kitty lifted her shirt up to reveal the biohazard symbol on the small of her back.
“Toxic. I get it,” Jean said with a smirk in Scott’s direction.
“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be ironic now that she’s no longer toxic,” Jubilee informed them.
Jean’s face fell.
“Excuse me?”
Rogue gave them the Reader’s Digest explanation of Hank’s breakthrough. Scott’s look of interest and the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth had Jean rightfully worried. The one thing that may have given him pause was suddenly no longer an issue.
As Rogue and Scott were heading out to the garage, Jean was greatly relieved to overhear Rogue saying, “I can’t wait until Logan finds out that I’m legal and touchable.”
~*~*~*
Scott would’ve preferred to take one of the more exotic sports cars, but as there was going to be three of them on the return trip he had to settle for the Mazda RX-8.
Dropping himself into the driver’s seat, he leaned over and ejected the N’Sync CD – Jubilee’s idea of a joke – and replaced it with Paul Taylor’s latest jazz compilation. Glancing at the collection of CD’s he’d chosen, he realized they had one distinctive thing in common – they were all seduction music. The decidedly erotic sounds of Taylor’s saxophone filled the air and Scott’s mind began to drift. Rogue opening the other door interrupted his thoughts.
“Wanna pop the trunk?”
The dark green top that clung to her like a second skin dipped to a ‘V’, and distracted by the peek of cleavage, it took Scott a moment to reply, “What?”
“The trunk. For my suitcase,” Rogue said, “Unless you want me to do this mission naked.”
Not two seconds after that had tumbled out of her mouth, Rogue mentally chided herself and then flushed pink when she saw Scott swallow hard. She didn’t have to see his eyes to guess they’d gone wide-eyed at her comment. Great, they weren’t even out of the garage yet and she’d already embarrassed herself. Way to go.
She dropped her suitcase into the trunk and then took an inordinate amount of time coming back around the car. Sliding into the seat she noticed Scott’s white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
“You know, you should really wear your seatbelt,” she said teasingly, knowing Scott wasn’t ‘in’ on the joke, but needing something to say – even if it sounded lame even to her.
Scott released his death-grip on the steering wheel, but instead of reaching for his seat belt he shifted so that his body was turned towards her. Expecting him to make an attempt to change the mood by giving her some sort of pre-mission pep talk, Rogue was totally unprepared for him to lunge at her – his mouth landing firmly on hers. She surprised herself when mere moments later she found herself returning the kiss with equal passion.
Jubilee chose that moment to enter the garage, hoping to catch Rogue before they left, and caught quite an eyeful.
Into the cordless phone she was holding she said, “Yeah, I found her. She’s busy tongue wrestling with Scott in the front seat of his car, but I’ll tell her you called, Wolvie.”
“Don’t bother,” Logan barked and slammed his cell phone shut. - You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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