Changing suits

Outside the bar two girls watched as Sabertooth and Wolverine reinvented the term “cat fight.”

One was the Aussie pyromaniac known simply as Pyro. Her wild reddish-brown hair was pretty much a testimate to her personality. Wild and utterly crazy. She wore a red long-sleeved, fire retardant shirt and pants of the same material. While she herself didn’t burn, her clothes had a tendency to incinerate on her.
Sometimes her teammates wondered what possessed their leader to give a certifiable nut job like her, who can control fire, two wrist mounted flame throwers.

Joan Alerdyce’s tendency to just burn first and not bother to ask questions made her a danger. Guess that’s why the other girl was there, to keep her in line.

Renee LeBeau stood nearly half a foot taller then Joan’s 5”6’. She wore an old brown duster that touched the ground. Under it she wore all black, a form fitting tee-shtat tat was cut above her flat and tone belly. Black leather pants that hugged every curve down to black boots. Her face was slim with red on black eyes and brown hair half way down her back, a cigarette in her mouth. On her hands were gloves where the fingers of the index and middle fingers were cut off. There wasn’t a straight man that passed her who didn’t look twice. She was also very dangerous but very subtle about it.

The two watched as the feral combatants tore the bar apart trying to kill each other. When the battle was at its height, Renee, sometimes called Gambit leaned away from the window and said an a New Orleans accent, roughened a little by cigarettes, “Chat seems to have this under control.” She flicked the cigarette away and turned. “Be seeing you at de maison.”

“Hey,” Joan called after her in an Australian accent. “Where you think your going? We’re supposed to be back up!”

“Den back her up,” Renee called back. “I got better tings to do.”

Joan watched dumbfounded as Renee ignored the van they had come in and instead went over to a suped up Ducatti motor bike and somehow started it without a key. She had just zoomed off when Sabertooth came crashing through the wooden wall of the bar and into the gravel parking lot.

A very pissed Wolverine followed. She stopped dead, took a look around and then turned eyes that were glowing red with rage on Alerdyce.

Slowly advancing on Joan, Loren growled out four words. “Where’s my fucking bike?”

Joan moaned out “oh shit!” as she raised her flamethrowers, not really thinking they would do any good.

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Renee rode Wolverine’s bike back into Bayville hoping that it would at least slow the clawed mutant from getting back home to fast. There was something she wanted to do. And maybe someone as well.

Renee had always been a bit of a free spirit, being the only daughter of the leader of thievhieves guild and only child as well her father had groomed her to someday take over the guild when he died. If he didn’t have a son in the mean time anyway. She had spent her whole life trying to prove that she was good enough to take over and learned everything there was to know about thievin’.

She rode to a stop outside the gate of the Institute, looking it over. She had broken into places much fancier then this but also knew this wasn’t no ordinary place. But she had come prepared.
She reached into her coat and flipped on a device that was supposed to mask her from any telepaths. From there it was all skill.

She slowly found her way inside the house. It was around 2 am and everyone was asleep. She confidently walked the halls silently taking a leisurely look around. Every now and then she would move a book to a different table, or turn a statue slightly to the right. She liked to leave little signs that she had been in a place.

She came to the sleeping area for the boys and walked on down the hall. There was nothing but sounds of deep breathing from all the rooms. Taking a long cord with an eyepiece at one end she slipped it under each door and looked into the eyepiece. One the other end was a lens that showed wha what was in the room. She looked in two before she found the one she wanted.

She found the light switch for the hall and turned it off. She opened the door to Rogue’s room and slipped inside in shadow. He slept with the covers off and on his back in green boxers and no shirt. Renee just stood there for a moment watching him sleep. Taking off her jacket, she remembered when they first met.
It had been their first fight with the X-men and he had run into the untouchable mutant. Right from that moment, she knew that she wanted him. And she could see he felt the same way. It was nothing different, all men wanted her but this guy was different. She had slightly hypnotized him, something she might not have been able to do if he hadn’t been a little dazed already and slipped the king of hearts into his hand before leaving him staring after her. Of course the card had been charged and might have blown a few fingers off but he looked down in time.

Very slowly she crept across the room, drawing out the moment. Softhe che climbed onto the foot of the bed and very slowly crawled over Rogue’s body. Languidly making her way up the bed until she was straddling him. He still hadn’t stirred. She ever so leisurely sat back until her crotch came down on his. He stirred a bit in his sleep then and Renee was a bit surprised to feel the beginnings of an erection starting under her already.

‘Poor homme,’ she thought, idly tracing her little finger over his chest. ‘Cant get laid. Must be so hard for him.’

Goosebumps raised up on his skin as she traced him, his cock getting harder under her. She leaned down, resting her elbows on either side of his head, tracing a finger along his lips now. Renee wanted nothing more then to swipe her tongue along those lips. This was like the ultimate tease for her. She felt all the contours of his face with her gloved fingers and he started to wake up.

First just looking at her through lidded eyes, still half asleep before training kicked in and he jolted awake.

Renee quickly put a hand over his mouth to keep him from shouting and whispered into his ear, “shhhh. Let the rest of dem finish dere little petit somme. We don’t need them ruining out fun, non?” the breath tickled and caressed his ear, making Rogue, much to his dismay, even harder.

“What’re y’all doin’ heah?” he asked in a husk, his accent thicker from lust. “Gid off me.”

“Well now,” Renee said, grinding her hips down harder. “Me thinkin’ you don’t really mean that. Grand garçon seems to like Renee right where she is.”

Rogue couldn’t deny that “big boy” liked her right where was was but he was finding it way too hard to think right now.

Rogue grabbed Renee’s wrists to stop their wanderings and hissed out, “ah said, git off of me, ya damn cootch!”

Renee giggled and drawled into his ear “Renee loves it when men talk dirty to her.” Grinding down harder.

Rogue lost it and pushed his hands into her chest and shoved her back hard. This in retrospect was a bad idea because now he had the shape and texture of her breasts branded into his hands and his erection was really exposed now.

Renee did a back roll of the bed and crouched on the floor, only her demon eyes visible. “Now now, that’s no way to treat a lady. Or me neither.”

Now that Rogue could think clearly he yelled in his head as hard as he could to the Professor who responded after a moment that she was sending help. Door could be heard opening all down the hall and

Renee stood up smirking.

“Look like our date is over. Try to think of Renee while she’s gone,” she added blowing a kiss and running for the window just as the door burst open. There was a balcony and she vaulted over the rail. Scout wearing her visor ran to the balcony and looked down, seeing only black.

“She’s gone,” Scout stated and then turned back to Rogue. “Are you okay?”

“Uh………yeah,” he answered, keeping his legs closed. “Ah’m fine.”

“Vhat did she vant?” Kat asked from beside the bed.

Rogue thought about it and told the truth. “Ah have no clue.”