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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� Wheeee,
smut! *ahem* This
fic is LONG overdue for Doctor Nightfall who won my
Worst Date Ever challenge on the Yahoogroup. *shuffles feet sheepishly* Yeah� *really*
long overdue� This is sort of an AU of
the Foreververse� you�ll see why, lol.

�Give me
that.�
Rogue
looked up, mildly startled, as Amara flopped down on the dusty armchair in the farthest
corner of the third sublevel of the basement structure. Wordlessly, she handed the dark brown bottle of
spirits to the other young woman and settled back in the overstuffed, equally
dusty, chair that Storm had thought Logan
gave to charity months ago but which he really hid and occasionally snuck down
to smoke a cigar in, claiming it the best chair he had ever owned. After watching Amara contemplate the bottle
for a long moment, Rogue sighed. �You
drink it, you know. That�s why there�s a
hole in the top.�
�Yes, I am
well aware of that,� the Nova Roman snapped.
�I was debating one long swallow or a more ladylike sip.� She sighed.
�Fuck it.�
Rogue
blinked, barely hiding a smirk of amusement as Amara upended the bottle of rum,
tilting her head back and swallowing like a seasoned drinker. �Might wanna slow
it down there, chief,� Rogue laughed. �You�re gonna make yourself sick as a dog��
Amara wiped
her hand across her mouth savagely as she had seen some actor do once. �I do not vomit. It is beneath me.� She looked distinctly green, though, eyeing the
bottle accusingly. �This is vile. What
the Hell is it?�
Rogue
raised a brow and took the bottle back. �Rum. Very good rum. Rum that�ll
get my ass kicked when Logan finds
it missing.� She took a deep draught and
smiled thinly. �It�s worth it. Lemme guess,� she
continued, changing subject slightly, �Lance?�
�Is it that
obvious?� Amara sulked. Her throat
burned like a fire she had never known and for a moment, she wished she had
Bobby�s power and could turn it on herself.
�I think,� she paused consideringly, �I think
that I shall smite him.�
Rogue
snorted. �Don�t think it works that way
in real life, Princess Amara.� She eyed
the bottle warily and sighed. She could
feel the thick lethargy of inebriation slipping through her veins and already
her head ached faintly behind her eyes.
She would hate herself in the morning, she was sure. More so than she already did, she added
miserably. �So what�d he do? Lie?
Cheat? Slip off the leash and bite the
mailman?� That mental image was enough
to make Rogue laugh out loud at her own joke, alcohol adding to her mirth,
sending her sprawling onto the floor a moment later. �Oh, shit,� she giggled. �I
think I might be hammered.�
�You must
be,� Amara sniped. �You�re actually
smiling.�

�Mmmm�well,
it happens sometimes. Not that Todd
would ever fucking notice.� She reached
for the bottle and frowned when she could not reach it. �Damn.
And I�m too lazy to move.�
Amara stared
down at her friend and sighed. Rogue�s green net shirt had ridden up, exposing
smooth white flesh and a glinting emerald navel ring. The waistband of her pants, already too low
for good taste in the first place, had slipped a bit further in her tumble,
revealing the satiny edge of her panties, a virulent lime green color. �Do you wear anything other than green, black
and leather?� She picked up the bottle and considered it briefly before
unscrewing the cap and taking another long drink. It was almost empty and she
was somewhere between nauseated and very buzzed.
�Yeah�� she
struggled up onto her elbows and raised a brow meaningfully, or at least as
best she could in her tipsy state. �Sometimes
I wear this really cute PVC thing that laces up the back and has these metal
rings where Todd can��
�TACIT!�
Amara cried, clapping her hands over her ears and
letting the now-empty bottle roll off her lap and onto the basement floor. �I shall never have sex again after that
mental image. Thank you.�
Rogue
snorted and managed to get up onto all fours.
�You�re one to talk, Dominia, Queen of Pain.� She winced as her stomach protested so much
movement, then allowed herself to fall over onto her
side. �I know for a fact PVC and bondage
rings are small potatoes compared to what you and Lance get
up to.� She paused, fighting
giggles. �Does the phrase �riding crop�
mean anything to you?�
Amara
sniffed, indignant. �Yes. It means Lance disobeyed a direct Order and
needs his duties explained. Again.� She toed the
bottle sadly and sighed. �Twit.�
�Me or him?� Rogue drawled, her spate of euphoria mellowing
again. She felt odd, numb but not. It was like she was missing something that
she never realized she had, and for the life of her, she could not determine
what it was. �Cause if you mean me, I
might hafta kick your ass�� She paused again and snorted. �Wait, you�re into that sort of thing��
�No,� Amara
said patiently, her buzz building slower than Rogue�s had but inexorable
nonetheless. �I�m into giving it.� She
reached out suddenly and pinched Rogue�s arm hard, making the other girl shriek
with indignation. �See? Now I�m happy.�
Rogue
growled under her breath and snapped out a hand, raking bare nails across Amara�s exposed calf.
�Bitch.�
�That�s
Princess Bitch to you,� Amara retorted, halfheartedly kicking Rogue�s hand
away. Rogue rolled onto her back and
stared at the ceiling as Amara gave in and slid to the floor. �Men are idiots.�
�Sometimes,
I think we�d all be better off with vibrators.
I mean�� the Southerner sighed, pushing her hair out of her eyes, �at
least they�ll shut up when you want �em to and you
can just shove �em in a drawer when your done, ya know?�
Amara
laughed, the alcohol loosening her bad mood and unfolding the tight bud of
humor and goodwill deep in her veins. �Mmmmhmmm� and they don�t do stupid things, like flirt with
Big Tits in front of you at the mall.�
Rogue coughed,
choking on her own spit as she tried not to laugh. �With WHO?�
�Oh, that
one with the fake blonde hair and huge breasts�she works at the music store�� She made gestures over her chest that
indicated the topography of that particular map. �That one.�
�Claire. Her name is Claire.� Rogue giggled and rolled
onto one elbow. �She�s a lesbian you
know. Married to
another lesbian. Also named Claire.�
She giggled and poked a finger at Amara�s
exposed belly. �You�re jealous of a lez.�
She
frowned. � That
is not the point. Lance knows that is
Not Allowed. Especially with her.� She pushed Rogue�s hand away and hissed a
breath. �Twit.�
�So you
came down here and drank the last of my�of Logan�s�rum
just be cause Lance flirted with a blonde with big
boobs?� Rogue shook her head sadly. �You
have got some fucked up priorities, chica.�
Amara
narrowed her eyes and pushed herself into a position mimicking Rogue�s. �That
is not the point,� she bit out. �The
point is�is�� She blinked. �Where is your left hand?�
�Below my
left wrist,� she replied blithely. �Where�s
yours?�
Amara
shifted and let her gaze rest meaningfully on Rogue�s hand. �You are touching my hip.�
�Sorry,�
Rogue shrugged and let her hand fall, her fingertips grazing the front of Amara�s skirt. �Sorta fell there I guess� So Lance is a
bad boy� whip him and get it done with.
Isn�t that what you usually do?�
She closed her eyes and sighed. �Rum
makes me sleepy.�
�Lance��
Amara thought better of explaining. �Lance
will be dealt with tomorrow. Why are you
drinking? What did Todd do?�
�Todd�� Rogue
sighed again. �Forgot my birthday, our
anniversary, and lied about his tattoo.�
She opened one eye. �This has sorta been buildin� up.�
Amara grew
drunkenly thoughtful. �Would you like to
borrow my cat o�nine tails? One of them anyway? I have three, for different occasions.� She snorted as both of Rogue�s eyes opened,
pinning her with a mildly shocked stare.
�One is for when he�s been a very bad slave, one is for��
�Gah! Stop! Bad
Amara!� Rogue clapped a hand over
Amara�s mouth and frowned. �Why do you tell me these things? Now I�m gonna have that image seared into my
brain for all time.�
�There�s worse ones to have,� Amara pointed out, moving back
from Rogue�s hand. �Like Logan,
doing yoga naked.�
�Well,
there went my sex drive.� Rogue yawned
widely and shook herself, trying to escape alcohol�s somnolence. �Why�re you into
that anyway?�
�Naked yoga?�
�Ew, are you? No, I meant the whole sticks and stones may
break my bones but whips and chains excite me thing�� Rogue made a face briefly but continued, �I
mean, I can see a little roughness in bed but not�you know� a lot.�
Amara
raised a brow. She had a certain loose limbed warmth spreading through her that had
nothing to do with her powers, and it seemed centered on her core. She had heard of alcohol loosening inhibitions
before but had never experienced it herself; she began to see why Jubilee was
such a fan of the occasional Friday night bender. �You�re being narrow
minded,� she said simply. �You�re judging
me and what I prefer based on your own ideas of normal.� She smiled slowly, commonsense taking a back
seat to rum. �Do you realize,� she said
softly, reaching out one finger to trace across Rogue�s lips, �you�ve been
touching me off and on for a while now? Without gloves on?�
Rogue
blinked and frowned. �Wow. That�s fucked up.� She reached out experimentally
and gave Amara�s stomach a poke. �Huh.
It�s not even a safe day��
Amara did
not think about what she was doing, just that she was furious about the fight
she and Lance had, she was lonely, depressed and feeling oddly warm and
aroused. She grabbed Rogue�s hand while
it was near her stomach and pressed it flat against her navel. �No, I guess it isn�t.� Rogue�s eyes grew wide and round as saucers
in the moment before Amara kissed her. Amara
felt strangely free. She had never
considered kissing another female before but now that she was, she wondered why
the thought had never crossed her mind. Rogue
just laid there, warm and tasting of rum and mint and grape lip gloss, her eyes
wide and body seemingly frozen. �Hmmm,�
Amara breathed, pulling away. �And you
lived to tell the tale.�
Rogue made
a strangled noise low in her throat then suddenly shoved herself away,
scrambling to her feet in a near comic effort to distance herself. �What the
FUCK was that about?� she demanded, scrubbing at her lips furiously. �That�s�that�s�� She shook herself. �Okay. We�ve both had a bit much to drink so� Let�s
pretend this never happened, okay?� She
hated being unsettled, being outside of her comfort zone. Amara was on her feet and moving smoothly
towards her, no trace of drunken wobble that marked Rogue�s own movements. �Just� forget it, okay? You can explain the whole pain thing to me
later� Around other people��
Amara
smiled. �It doesn�t have to hurt, you
know.� She was within arm�s reach of
Rogue now and she turned her hand palm up in invitation. �Not if you don�t need it to.� She was shorter than Rogue by a good several
inches but she had been blessed and cursed with an athletic frame. She pressed the willowy Rogue against the door
leading from the storage area to the rest of the basement and smiled
sharply. �Do you need it to?�
�No� I mean�� Rogue blinked rapidly. �Amara, get off me!� She pushed at her
halfheartedly, letting her arms fall to her sides as Amara�s
fingers came up to trace along her jaw and down her neck to the prominence of
her collar bones. �Why are you doing
this to me?�
�I�m not
sure,� Amara admitted. She wondered if
she would regret it in the morning but at that moment, the notion was distant
and hazy as she slid her fingers across Rogue�s warm skin, so rarely touched by
other hands that it felt like a novelty to Amara, knowing that Rogue herself
could not feel the exquisite softness of her own flesh, could not realize just
how tantalizing the near-virgin skin could be.
�Does it matter? It will make
both of us feel good and no one ever has to know��
Rogue
closed her eyes. She knew it was
cheating, she knew it was wrong on some level but Amara had a point� it would
make her feel good. She could forget, for a few minutes, the hurt she felt at
Todd�s last straw� She did not reply to
the other teenager but simply sighed. It
seemed that that was the only signal Amara needed. Her warm hands skimmed down Rogue�s sides to
the hem of her net shirt and then beneath it.
Rogue was not sure but she could swear that Amara�s
hands were growing warmer, as if she were fevered, making her gasp as she
cupped her breasts, braless under her layers. She never expected warmth to make her so�aroused. Her lip trembled slightly as Amara�s thumbs passed over her hardening nipples. She could not think clearly or even form a
coherent word other than �please� as Amara�s touch
became more insistent. She slid slowly
to the floor, Amara following, still touching her breasts, gently, then more
roughly, cupping and squeezing the soft yet firm mounds of flesh in her
hands.
�Rogue,�
she purred, kneeling over her friend, �spread your legs for me�� She pinched both of the taller girl�s nipples
and tugged, making her gasp sharply. �Now.�
Rogue found
herself complying readily, not even considering disobeying. She bit her lip again as Amara tugged her low
slung jeans off her hips, down to her ankles, then pressed her fingers against
the damp fabric covering her sex. _What
am I doing? _ she thought in a daze. _This is wrong� _ The
thought was lost immediately as Amara pushed the satiny fabric of her panties
aside and rubbed a single, warm finger over her netherlips. Rogue heard herself
gasp as if from a great distance and knew then that, even if she wanted to
stop, it was too late. She forced
herself to open her eyes and found Amara returning her gaze with an intensity she
had not seen before, something about her eyes making Rogue�s heart race. A low moan escaped her lips as one of Amara�s fingers parted the damp folds of her sex, slipping
down along the petaled flesh and teasing her
sensitive core. Rogue gasped anew as the
finger pressing into her flesh grew warmer, making her sex flood with moisture,
making her tense and shift, seeking and fearing more. Amara removed her touch briefly, only to
return it a moment later, her fingers wet with saliva and seeming twice as hot
as before. Rogue squirmed openly now, moaning under her breath. �Amara, what�re you doing?� she finally
breathed.
�If you don�t
know,� the Nova Roman replied evenly, �Todd is not going a very good job�� She
twisted her wrist then, punctuating her words by slipping two fingers into
Rogue�s depths and pressing her thumb against the nub of her burgeoning
desire. Rogue arched and gasped, her
internal muscles squeezing involuntarily.
�I think,� Amara continued, the rum driving her words, giving her secret
curiosity reign, �that this is going to be just between us, isn�t it?� she murmured,
working her fingers faster inside Rogue�s slick passage. �Just you and me and the
rum, hm?�
Rogue nodded,
whimpering softly as Amara�s lips pressed against
hers again, her tongue forcing it�s way into her
mouth. She carefully, willingly, tangled
her fingers in her friend�s hair, holding the kiss and prolonging it. Amara�s fingers
rubbed inside her, touching sensitive spots she had only let one other person
feel before. With an unexpected twist of
her fingers, Amara found the rough spot deep inside her, sending spasms of
pleasure melting through her body. Rogue
moaned again, loudly this time, her sex clenching around seeking fingers, her
release taking over her senses, making every sensation seem sharper and more
excruciating than before. Amara did not
relent, though, even as she withdrew her fingers from her sex.
�Lay down,�
she breathed, reaching beneath her skirt and removing her wispy excuse for
underwear.
Rogue found
herself sliding down from her half-seated position and laying on her back on
the floor. She closed her eyes, trying
to control her breathing. The alcohol
was still affecting her, she knew, but not nearly as much as before. She feared what would happen when it wore off
but she did not have much time to consider it as Amara knelt over her, her
knees on either side of her ribs, her bare sex inches from her mouth. �What,� Rogue began, but it ended in a cry of
surprise as Amara lowered her lips to her sex, her tongue parting the still-wet
folds of her sex and finding the swollen nub of desire almost immediately.
Rogue froze for just a moment as Amara�s sex pressed
against her lips, the taste of another woman�s desire strange and scary and exciting
all at once. She tentatively touched her
tongue to the swollen, delicate petals before her, moaning as Amara hummed her
approval. She licked carefully, uncertain,
mimicking Amara�s attentions to her own sex. She could feel her next release building,
each touch of Amara�s tongue and fingers sending hot
waves of pleasure through her. She fell
to her new task in earnest, grasping Amara�s thighs
and pressing her tongue and lips into service, licking and sucking every inch
of soft flesh that she could reach as Amara did the same for her. She captured the small pearl of need in her
lips by happy chance, not even looking for it, She sucked gently,
knowing how good it felt when Todd did that for her, and was rewarded by Amara�s muffled squeal and return of the action. Rogue found herself lost in the activity,
licking and sucking and touching even as her own body arched and shuddered in
new release once, then twice more. Amara
broke away, panting, gasping, moaning her name. Rogue lapped at the bare flesh before her until
Amara moved away shakily, her own fingers flying to her parted netherlips and rubbing furiously, fairly screaming her own
release as Rogue panted, trying to recover her wits. Finally, the only sound in the room was
slowing breathing and rustling clothing.
Amara stood
and retrieved her underwear, smoothing her skirt and raking her fingers through
her hair to regain a semblance of order. �Get dressed,� she ordered
conversationally. She watched as Rogue
slowly stood, pulling her now-clammy panties up, then her jeans, not looking
Amara in the eye. �You can blame it on
the rum if you�d like��
�What?�
Rogue breathed, flaming red now.
�You can
touch me because of the rum� it�s not some new thing with your mutation�� At Rogue�s incredulous expression, Amara
snorted. �The one thing I remember from
class last week was alcohol messes up brain function. Your mutation is a neurological
thing, right? There you have it. Get
very drunk and you can touch whoever you want.�
Rogue shook
her head. �I must have calculated the
dates wrong is all. Maybe my cycle is changing�� She sighed. �Amara, what did
we do? Why did we do that?�
Amara
tilted her head to one side and smirked faintly. �I don�t know� I�m going to blame males
though, if this ever gets out�� She reached out and touched her finger to Rogue�s
exposed neck, pressing firmly. After a
few seconds, Rogue yelped and pulled away.
�OW!�
Amara eyed
the red mark proudly. �Consider that a
reminder. It�s a burn mark��
�Why? Cause I�ll get burned if I tell?� Rogue
snapped. She would not let a soul know
about this anyway but the idea that Amara had just branded her irritated her
greatly.
�Something like that.� She
paused and picked up the bottle and eyed it consideringly. �Next time,� she began, then
paused. �Next time, we�ll need a better
reason.�
�Next time? What
makes you think there�ll be a next time?� Rogue demanded, already yanking the
door open, gearing up for a good angry fit.
�What makes
you think there won�t be?�
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