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Pickles	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2273 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pickles (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply (as in, I own nothing. None of these characters or locations are
mine and there IS smut in this fic so if you�re not
allowed to read it or are offended by it, bugger off. Thank you.)

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� More smut, lol� This
fic is for CygnaVamp (happy
birthday!) as her prize in the Secret Fetish challenge on the Yahoogroup. Taa daa�Togue!

She set the
bowl of pickles down on the counter and sighed. These days her cravings were
getting worse. She would not be able to
hide it much longer� someone was bound to figure it out soon. It had been weeks since Jean had announced
her pregnancy, the second one, and months since Jubilee had lost her
pregnancy. It was such a tentative
state, she thought to herself, pressing her hand against the very slight swell
below her navel. Pregnancy had always
seemed like such a definite thing, so strong and certain. She had not even considered that she might
lose her baby the first time she had been pregnant, back when she had first
gotten married. When it had happened, it
was so fast, so painless� It was almost
as if the tiny blob of cells within her, too small to even have a heartbeat
yet, had never existed. Todd had held her
as she sobbed on the bathroom floor, curled into a tight ball, her skin
untouchable again, her robe pulled tightly over her arms and back and
legs. The blood had come in the night
and she had awakened and known immediately what had happened. There had been no
cramps, no twinge of warning, just�blood.
She had never been able to think of being a mother the same way again. Not even when JT was born. The entire pregnancy, even past the point
when Beast assured her she would be able to deliver safely, even if she did so
early, Rogue had been sure that something would happen, something would go
wrong with the life inside her. She had
been so afraid that she had refused to even try to get pregnant again after the
birth of their son, saying if it happened, they�d deal with it then but she did
not want to temp fate. She understood
Jubilee�s pain. She knew that all the
platitudes and well meaning words meant nothing to her and kept
her distance, kept silent, knowing that she needed to be alone with her
grief, even six months later. Rogue
picked up the bowl of pickles and padded over to the window seat in the
breakfast nook, tucking her feet beneath her and looking out into the moonlight
lawn, the creeping ivy threatening to overtake the window and the low shrubs
promising a blooms within the next month.
She sighed and popped the first sour pickle into her mouth, wincing at
the tartness and the flood of saliva that followed. Normally, she hated the things but tonight,
she could not rest until she had an entire bowl full. �You and me,� she murmured to the cells
dividing in her uterus, �we�re gonna have a long talk about your eating habits
when you come out, got it?�
She shifted
so that she leaned against the narrow span of wall that became the window
frame, stretching her legs out in front of her.
It had been in the kitchen that her current situation began, she
remembered, smiling faintly and nibbling another pickle. It had been a rare quiet night in the mansion,
everyone having something to divert themselves on the
first pleasant night in a long time, and Rogue found herself alone in the
kitchen, making a cup of tea sometime after dusk but before it was truly late. She had not heard Todd come in but she knew
it was him before he even touched her. His
breath on the back of her neck sent chills down her spine, coursing through her
and becoming warm need pooling low in her belly as his lips followed his breath
and his fingers followed his lips, tracing a burning line of desire down the
back of her neck. She had closed her
eyes and breathed a long sigh as his fingers came up along the side of her
ribs, splaying beneath her breasts, cupping them and squeezing gently, pressing
his thumbs against her dusky pink nipples.
She nodded silently, yes it was a safe day, and shivered just slightly
as he tugged on the belt of her robe, parting the soft fabric to reveal her
mostly undressed state, her nightshirt ending somewhere mid thigh. She had gripped the edge of the counter as
his hands moved lower, ruching the nightshirt up to
her hips, his fingers tracing up her inner thighs, making the soft flesh there
burn with need and her sex grow wet as he moved closer to her core. She hissed a breath as his finger parted her
nether lips, slipping through the silken folds of her core, finding the pearl
of her desire and pressing, rubbing as she leaned against the counter, parting
her thighs and breathing harder, trying to keep quiet, trying to find the bit
of reason left that was trying to remind her she was a grown woman, not a
teenager, she should not be doing this in the kitchen where someone could find
her at any time�
Todd had
not spoken to her yet, just kissed her and touched her. She pressed back against him as he unfastened
his pants, sighing when she felt him press against her soft, wet sex. He paused, uncertain. She had not let him use protection this time
and she thought that, looking back on the situation, she knew what would
happen, she wanted it. She thought that
on some level she knew that she was ready.
She pressed against him again, the head of his arousal replacing his
fingers within her. She bit her lip and
opened her eyes, finding herself staring at their reflection on the silvery
backsplash over the sink. She could see a distorted version of themselves, like something out of a hazy dream, staring back
at her, his yellow green eyes piercing hers in the chrome surface, her breasts
shifting beneath her nightshirt, his hands clearly visible on her waist. She closed her eyes again and moaned softly
as he entered her slowly, filling her, then withdrawing much faster. She gasped
and gripped the counter so tightly her fingers went numb as he thrust into her. She felt the desire and heat coursing through
her as they coupled hard and fast, both aware of the dangers of being so
public, but neither caring, feeling like teenagers again, snatching a stolen
moment and using it for all it�s worth. She
finally breathed his name and he groaned in response, sending a sharp spike of
heat straight to her core. His fingers
on the center of her desire sent her over the edge, moaning again, this time a
bit louder, her back arching and her climax washing through her like fire. She shivered and moaned, feeling whole for
the first time in ages, not caring about her long held fear for just one
shining moment as Todd grasped her hips and thrust into her one last time,
holding himself within her as his own end came.
She let her forehead rest against the hood over the stove as she felt
him fill her, the sticky heat seeping between them, making her hyperaware of
her own body, of her sex and gender. After
such a long time she did not know if it had been mere minutes or not, he
withdrew from her and kissed the back of her neck again, murmuring her name,
her real name, and entreating her to bed.

Rogue
popped the last pickle in her mouth, the sour taste
now usual and not making her wince or cringe in the slightest. She pressed her fingertips below her navel,
her touch cool from the pickles, leaving a small edge
of a fingerprint on the nightshirt she had been wearing both that night and
this. �Well,� she breathed into the dark
kitchen, �you�ve had your pickles. I
hope you�re happy.� She knew it was too
early to feel movement within her but she could have sworn the baby there
fluttered. �Okay, okay� we�ll tell him
tonight. Just next time, crave chocolate��
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