6 comments/ 60659 views/ 9 favorites Rogue Chronicles Pt. 01 By: SSobotkaJr DISCLAIMER : This work is a fan fiction, based on characters and situations from the Warner Brothers/MARVEL Comics Series “X-MEN : EVOLUTION”. All Characters within are the ™ and Copyright of said licensees, and are used here without their permission. This is done without intent to gain payment or money of any kind. Please Do Not Sue. This is an Adult Story, with sexual situations, language and explicit details of nudity and sex. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS OLD! Also, the Author has taken the liberty of presenting all characters within the scope of this story to be at least 18 years of age or older. No character has been depicted as being under any legal age. AUTHOR’S NOTES: Being this is my first attempt at writing a femslash story, I’m hoping it will be well received. This is a part of a four-story arc that I hope will set up for future stories, as well as branching off into new plots as well. Enjoy the read! Maintain and Check Six! - SRS # # # “A WOLF IN THE FOLD...” # ~ Duncan’s House, Bayville, Mass., Nighttime... ~ The pulse of techno beats rumbled from the speakers of the house-stereo filled the air... On the lawn and the street, cars were parked in semi-ordered rows, while teenagers used them for perches, welcoming late-comers to the bash. It was Friday night, and once again, Duncan’s was the place to be. Inside, the tastefully decorated main room was altered by recently placed party-lighting, throwing swirling colors along the walls that flashed and danced along with the beat. Speaking of dancing, the center of the living room was dance-central; packed with the gyrating bodies of teenaged boys and girls weaving and grinding to the techno-pulse rhythms. Laughter and the chatter of conversation filtered through the music, as some of Bayville High’s student population sought to kick of another weekend away from school and other responsibilities. Amid the noise and motion, a slim form dressed in subdued, goth clothing moved in between the clusters of party-goers. Her dark-auburn hair and darker eye shadow and lipstick enhancing her ensemble, Rogue tried not to bump into anyone. A hard-pressed task, considering how crowded Duncan’s home had become. “Mercy! Things are going all out... can’t really blame anyone,” she admitted to herself. “The last set of exams were a real monster! After that sort of grind... guess it’s time to unwind for a spell.” Rogue sighed. Unwinding from exams was part of the game plan, but with her extra duties as an X-Man, this seemed to the needed tonic for all that was stressing her lately. “This really isn’t my kind of scene... still, gotta thank Scott for bringing me here.” Ever alert to the student grapevine, Scott Summers and a few of the other Institute students had heard of the shindig. She’d been moping around in the mansion, when they cornered her and brought her along for the ride. “Well, maybe this won’t be so bad,” she admitted. “I think I was gonna go stir crazy, just loafing around in the mansion.” Just then, Duncan and his jock buddies rumbled by, whooping and slapping each other on the back as they crowded around the refreshment table. Snorting, Rogue muttered, “Guess even the Neanderthals managed to pass their exams.” She sidestepped a straggler in a red-and-yellow letterman jacket, who’d nearly brushed the back of his hand against her cheek when he waved to Duncan. “Man! This power of mine can be a curse sometimes,” she sighed as she brushed back the stray white locks that fell over from her forehead, relieved when he was past her. “Woo-HOO! Who’s ready to try to beat Bayville’s best at foozeball?” Duncan crowed, grinning at his assembled athletes. “I’m game if you are, Dunc!” “Yeah! Tourney-match for the Pride of Bayville!” “C’mon, let’s get ready to RUMBLE!” Duncan and his cronies rolled away from the tables holding the spread party snacks: mobbing the dance floor as they continued to laugh and joke about beating each other as they headed for the game room. “Talk about testosterone-overload!”Wrinkling her nose, Rogue ambled towards the tables herself. “Good thing the pack moved on... how’s a gal supposed to get anything to wet her whistle?” She paused to snag a handful of chips, munching on the salty snacks before she scooped up a cupful of the ruby-red punch sitting in the punch bowl nearby. “Hey! Check it,” a guy on the other side of the table said, grinning to a girl behind him, “Someone added some extra kick to the libations!” He held up two cups, handing one over to the girl as they walked towards a cluster of people talking on the fringes of the dance floor. Blinking, Rogue looked down at the cup in her hand. “Extra kick?” She sniffed the contents before screwing her face up at the smell of alcohol fumes. “Eww, they spiked it!” She started to set the cup down, but several people suddenly arrived at the table, forcing her to move away before she could come into contact with any of them. “Geez! Don’t everyone go nuts... it’s only booze,” Rogue griped, moving away from the crowd and into a darkened hallway, leading deeper into the house. “Man... I really shouldn’t be here,” she muttered. Not wanting to head back into the music and noise, she looked down the hall with a frown. “Well, it’s either this or work my way through the crowds to get outside.” She paused then stepped further inside, nibbling on the remainder of her chips. Deeper in, the noise from the music faded somewhat. Sighing with relief, Rogue paused to lean against a wall. “Peace and quiet,” she told herself. “Well, as much as you can get at one of these shindigs.” She finished off the last of the chips, licking her lips to get the salty taste off of them. This made her thirsty, so on reflex, she started to lift the cup in her hand, only realizing at the last second that it still contained the doctored drink. “Crud, I should dump this before I poison myself! No telling what kind of stuff Duncan’s boys poured into it!” She looked around for some place to dispose of it... but no planters or nick-knack tables were handy. Holding the cup away from her, she poked her head around a bend in the hallway, hoping to find a bathroom or some spare room to leave it in... That’s when she discovered that others were using the quiet of the house to get away. “Oh!” she gasped, only muffling herself with her free hand before giving herself away, trying to remain quiet as two student bodies - dressed in weekend, typical teenager attire - were tucked away in a corner at the end of the hall. Both sets of arms wrapped around each eager body, pulling themselves in for a close-up clinch. Swell, thought Rogue, as the sounds of sighs of pleasure drifted to her ears. I go from one party to another. Only I’m not invited to this one! Not that it would matter if I was... one touch, and lover boy there’d be locked in a coma. She frowned, remembering Cody, the star player from her old high school’s football team. When he’d touched her by accident - the first touch of bare flesh on her own - that had revealed Rogue’s mutantcy, and changed her life forever... The kissing sounds got louder: soft smacking sounds as the two lovers were uping the ante. Geez, get a room you guys! Rogue half-smirked silently. She started to pull away, not wanting to break the couple up... “Oh, Scott...” Rogue froze. That voice! Blinking, she looked back and stared harder, realizing too late that this wasn’t some nameless pair of students, looking to cop some feels in private. This was Scott Summers and Jean Grey: the slim, serious young man and the beautiful redhead who had been Xavier’s first students. From the sounds they were making, they were proving without a doubt that they’d dropped all pretence of not having any feelings between each other. “Jean...” The light smack of a kiss followed Scott’s murmuring of Jean’s name. Mortified, Rogue couldn’t bring herself to look away. She watched as Scott’s hands moved with soft, loving caresses over Jean’s clothed form. Jean reciprocated, rubbing her slim hands over Scott’s back in slow, languid trails. From the heavy breathing they were making, it was clear they’d been at this for quite a while. Rogue felt the blood race through her temples, a hot flash running along her body as she remained locked in place. The tall field-leader of the X-Men had never hidden his fondness for the team’s TP/TK wielder... this much Rogue knew. Though, this was the first time that she’d ever seen the two of them in close, intimate contact. Every fiber of her good sense screamed at her to turn away and leave her two team-mates alone. Yet, a tiny part of her, the one that still had feelings for the lanky, dark-haired mutant snogging away in front of her... that part made her fervently wish it was her in Scott’s arms, kissing him back like Jean was. “...mmmm,” Jean purred, running her hand up into Scott’s hair as they began to move closer together. Shaking her head, Rogue swallowed past the heavy knot in her throat. Her breath sounded loud in her ears, certain that any moment either of her friends would hear that they weren’t alone in the dark. Finally, getting her feet to respond, she backed away from the two lovers, ducking around the corner before turning away and tip-toeing back towards the party. When she was sure she’d gotten out of their range of hearing, she let out the breath she’d been holding back, letting it explode between her trembling lips. “Geez-us!” she moaned, a sad tone coloring her exclamation of pained emotion. Her mind pinwheeling around like mad, she sought to calm herself... even though two thoughts were bubbling up to painfully, crystal-clarity: the lesser one, that she wished she’d been in Scott’s arms, rather than Jean... and the second - which was more alarming - that she’d also wished she’d been in Jean’s arms, rather than Scott. Shaking her head, Rogue looked around, seeking something to help distract her from these mad thoughts. Unconsciously, she clenched her fingers, which still held the cup of doctored punch. Feeling the plastic cup crinkle under her gloved hand, Rogue glanced down at the pink-colored concoction... “Oh brother, what am I thinking?” she muttered, not sure which was the lesser of two evils at this point. However, the pang inside didn’t seem all that palpable at this point, in comparison to what this stuff would do to her. Grimacing, she nevertheless raised the cup to her lips and sipped a mouthful, swallowing it almost timidly. The cloying-sweet flavor of pineapple and strawberry almost masked the quick, alcohol burn as the liquid slid down her throat. Shivering in reflex, Rogue half-expected to bring the punch back up as quickly as she forced it down... Ten seconds later, the punch blossomed a ball of warmth inside her belly, which spread out through her limbs in a rather surprising, yet pleasing rush. Unaware, she’d licked her lips. “Hmmmmm,” she mumbled, looking into the cup with a quizzical expression. Finally, she admitted, “This stuff’s... not bad.” Taking another swallow, she tolerated the burn much more easily this time. “Wow,” she half-grinned, seeing she’d actually drank about two-thirds of the cup in two gulps. The warmth seemed to smother the earlier pangs and feelings, making her giggle softly out of reflex. “Mmm, wonder if there’s more of this left?” Determined to find out, Rogue started back down the hall towards the sounds of the on-going party... # # # ~ Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Children, The Mansion House, Hours Later... ~ Sitting on the main staircase, Rahne Sinclair yawned softly, her jaw popping slightly as she fought to stay awake. Dressed in her short-set pajamas, the high-school student had the air of someone's anxious kid sister, waiting on the stairs for her older siblings to arrive from somewhere. Leaning her head against the banister, she groaned, feeling stiff from sitting for all of the three hours she’d been at her lone vigil. “Rahne?” Jerking upright, Rahne turned towards the speaker, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Oh... Professor Xavier!” Rolling around the side of the staircase, the bald-headed headmaster of the Institute smiled disarmingly at her, folding his hands over the front of his somber tweed sweater. “I’m sorry if I startled you... with all of the others in bed by now, I didn’t expect anyone else up aside from Hank or Logan,” he stated. “Sorry, Professor. I dinae feel like sleepin’,” Rahne admitted. “Ah, are you having a little trouble falling asleep?” Xavier asked. Nodding, Rahne ran a hand through her short red hair. “Somewhat... Scott an’ th’ others all went out somewhere, an’...” She ducked her head slightly, hoping she didn’t blush too much. “Well, I usually feel better knowin’ when they’re all home.” “Ah. Well, the rest will be back soon enough.” Xavier said with a small smile. “Though, I should remind you, while it’s not a school night, I expect all my students to get their rest.” “I know, Sir,” Rahne sighed. “I must be wound up a touch. Th’ exams at school have been a real grind, Sir.” “Well, with them being over, you should have some of the stress removed.” “That’s guid,” Rahne nodded. “I’ll be of t’bed soon, Professor. I promise.” Xavier nodded. “Good. I hope you’ll sleep well, Rahne.” With that, Xavier aimed his powered wheelchair towards the lower level access doorway, and rolled towards it. “I’ll be joining everyone shortly, after I make sure the security systems won’t go off when Scott and the others get back from Duncan’s.” He looked one last time at Rahne and smiled. “Good night.” “G’night, Professor,” she returned, smiling shyly. When he was out of sight, she closed her eyes and sighed in relief. “Mercy! I don’t mean t’sound rude... I just thought he’d never leave!” Shaking her head, she turned back towards the entrance. It was one thing when it was clear Xavier was clearly looking after her best interests... she didn’t want to seem ungrateful for that. But, if the Professor had managed to fathom the thoughts that were going through her mind... Rahne shuddered, imagining how he’d have reacted. “It’s not my fault tho,” she whispered to herself. “I canna... who can ever help who they’re attracted to? I mean, I don’t know how she feels, but...” Her words trailed off in a sigh, as she rested her cheek on one drawn-up knee. “I can still remember when she first came here,” Rahne mused. “Th’ Professor said that she’d been forced t’think of th’ X-Men as her mortal enemies... but, thanks t’Scott an’ th’ others, she’s become one o’ th’ best of us.” She smiled softly, recalling when she and all of her new classmates had been first introduced to all of the upper classmen in Xavier’s school. Especially her. “She looked so... mysterious! Her powers kept her at a distance, at first... but, she’s slowly become a good friend t’us all.” Rahne’s cheeks colored slightly as she added, “And... she’s become something more...” Suddenly, the sound of the front doors opening broke her train of thought. Jerking upright, Rahne stared at the foyer’s domed entrance, a small gasp escaping her lips as she recognized the teetering figure framed in the light streaming from the porch light outside. “Rogue?” The door banged softly, as the southern-bred mutant leaned on one arm, her head hanging down over her chest as she muttered hoarsely, “mmm-lo? Perfessor? Ah...I can... explain?” Rahne bolted to her feet, moving towards Rogue as the taller female swung around the door jamb, barely hanging on by the tips of her fingers as she wobbled on unsteady legs. “Rogue! What is wrong wi’ ye?” she hissed, not wanting to shout so as to alert anyone to come investigate. She barely caught Rogue about the waist, keeping her from collapsing altogether. “Oof!” she grunted, feeling her arms strain against Rogue’s dead weight. “Wha... whoze there?” Rogue mumbled, her head indexing side to side slowly, before she let her sight fall on the red-haired teen beside her. “Hey... itza puppy girl!” Rahne wrinkled her nose, catching a whiff of Rogue’s breath. “Ew! Ye smell like an auld wine bottle!” “’Cause I’ve... been drinkin’... party, punch, m’girl,” Rogue slurred, a small, sad grin slipping over her face. “Not that th’party was... much of a much... t’get happy o’er,” she added, ending her words with a small hiccup. Rahne frowned, then looked away to where the door that Xavier had vanished through just moments ago. “Oh no,” she gasped, alarm making her heart leap to her throat. “If the Professor catches ye like this...” She set her jaw in a firm line. “Rogue... Rogue?” Rogue had started to hum a wordless tune, starting softly yet growing louder as she tottered heavily against Rahne’s grip. “Rogue, listen t’me... we’ve got t’get ye up to yer room before Professor Xavier-!” “Xavier!” Rogue jerked upright, scowling as she let her eyes sweep the length of the foyer. “He promised... promised me,” she grumbled, her face a dark, drunken mask as she tried to push Rahne away. “He’d help me... help me... XAVIER!” With a squeak of fear, Rahne reached up and snagged Rogue’s arm, pulling her off kilter as she forced her to stumble away from the entrance. “Rogue! Quiet!” She staggered under the burden of the taller female’s body, ushering her towards the stairway. “Please, we need t’get you t’bed! Don’t let th’ Professor know yer like this...” She gasped as they reached the foot of the stairs, eying the length of the height they would have to climb. With a hiccup, Rogue let her head sag back against one shoulder. “Aww... gotta think... gotta see... th’ Perfessor,” she growled softly. “In th’ mornin’,” Rahne hissed, levering herself so she could place one foot on the bottom step. “Right now, ye need t’ get yer head straight. An’ f’r that, ye need t’be in yuir room,” she reasoned. # # # After trudging through the several, agonizing minutes it took to get Rogue up the stairs - fearing each moment that they’d be discovered by Xavier, Logan or anyone - Rahne dragged her friend’s uncooperative body along the upper hallway, down to her room. After a short fumble with the doorknob, the tiny redhead slipped inside and pulled Rogue in after her. “Wh-wha... whaz, goin’ on?” Rogue asked, when Rahne leaned her against the wall next to the door, so she could push it closed. “Shhh!” Rahne hissed softly. “Yer home... in yer room,” she explained. “Oh,” she replied. As inebriated as she was, Rogue couldn’t keep her head upright as she pressed herself against the wall. “I... don’ feel... s’good.” “Let’s get ye laid down,” Rahne said, as she locked the door, hoping that no one would come to investigate until daybreak. “Perhaps ye’ll feel better then?” “S’hope so,” Rogue grunted, leaning over Rahne’s shoulder when the short redhead pulled her back onto her feet. With her head bobbling while Rahne shuffled across the room to her bed, Rogue let a sour burp slip through her lips. “Stop... whose, spinnin’... th’ room?” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “Hold, on,” Rahne said, trying to keep the drunk girl from crashing to the floor, all the while praying Rogue didn’t become so ill that she’d need to be seen by Xavier or Dr. McCoy. She finally got close enough to let Rogue slip onto the bed, helping ease her onto the down comforter gently. “Whew! There we go,” she sighed, letting go of Rogue’s waist. “ooh, geez... what’s... wrong wi’ mah head?” Rogue asked softly, putting the heel of one hand to her forehead. Rahne looked at her teammate with concern. “Ye’ve... ye look drunk, Rogue,” she said. “Nah... I feel drunk...” Rogue tipped her head back, closing her eyes against the swimming sensation that made her vision blur. “Oh, next time I go tah one of Duncan’s parties... I’m layin’ off the punch!” Rahne crawled up onto the bed next to Rogue, her brow pinched with worry. “Rogue, what made ye possessed t’even drink anythin’ so doctored up wi’ liquor? Th’ Professor told us all ‘bout th’ evils of alcohol last s’mester.” Rogue Chronicles Pt. 01 Rogue muttered something unintelligible, keeping her face turned away from her. Rahne strained to listen. “What did ye say?” In spite of the odor of alcohol on Rogue’s breath, the smaller girl put her face next to the inebriated mutant’s face. “I saw... them,” Rogue mumbled softly, not guarding the sour tone in her voice. “Them? Who do Ye mean by that?” Concern filled Rahne’s eyes as she turned to look at the girl, stretched out like a broken doll on the bed before her. “Scott... n’ Jean...” Rogue’s face pulled into a sorrowful frown. “...they wuz... neckin’ there... ina corner,” she slurred softly. There was a pang of hurt under her words that Rahne picked up on. “Oh my...” Rahne said, not sure what more could be said. Deciding not to dwell on things, Rahne moved down to untie Rogue’s shoes. It wouldn’t do to let her sleep this stupor off while she was still dressed. Working gently so she wouldn’t disturb Rogue’s condition further, she got her boots and stockings off before reaching for her blouse and vest. “Y’know,” Rogue said at length, her eyes still closed as Rahne undressed her. “I wasn’t upset... y’know...” “Oh?” Rahne asked, pulling her arms through the gossamer sleeves before gingerly taking off both gloves. “It was... ‘cause at least... Scott ‘n her,” Rogue mumbled brokenly, “got t’ touch each other...” Unable to control herself, a single tear escaped her closed eyes, trailing down her cheek. “I... I’ll never... get t’know, what that feels... like...” Her voice trailed off, as more tears spilled down her face. Rahne looked down at Rogue, feeling the tug of warring emotions within her own heart. She knew the responsible thing... the right thing, would be to leave Rogue to sleep off her stupor and rest. “...never, will...” However, the other part of her... the one that dearly, desperately wanted to comfort this special person... it was beating down the reasoning part of her, silencing it in a sudden wellspring of sympathy. “Rogue,” she whispered softly. “It... it dinnae have t’be that way...” “no?” Rogue asked in a fragile voice. “Nay... not while I’m here,” Rahne replied, reaching up gently to brush back the white strands of hair that fell across her forehead. “‘Cause I won’t let ye feel so lonely. Never again.” Knowing the great risk in doing so, she leaned down and placed a single, closed-mouth kiss on Rogue’s own. “mhuh?” Rogue’s puzzled sound was muffled briefly, but she didn’t pull back or shove Rahne away. Rahne paused, looking down at Rogue with a small, if fragile smile of her own. The touch of her lips against Rogue’s sent a small thrill along her nerves, spiraling downward where they pooled in the pit of her stomach. With a sigh, Rahne pressed herself closer to the taller girl, feeling her warmth through the thin fabric of her pajamas. Beneath her, Rogue barely registered what was happening; her eyes still shut, laying limply underneath her. In moments though, her body reacted on instinct. Her lips moved softly, lifting up to meet her secret admirer’s kiss, while one arm raised slowly to drape across Rahne’s shoulders. Barely able to contain herself, Rahne forced herself to continue to move slowly. Lowering herself further, she moved to curl her arms underneath Rogue’s shoulders, cradling them in a fond embrace. Being as gentle as she possibly could, she worked one leg between both of Rogue’s legs... and when the southern girl didn’t move to stop her, she moaned in accomplishment. “mmm,” Rogue murmured, opening her mouth slightly as the kiss between her and her friend deepened. Still lost in her alcohol-haze, Rogue nevertheless couldn’t help the feelings stirring in her body. The warmth uncurling from her belly, seeping out through her limbs... it was like nothing she’d dared to hope to experience before. Some small part of her was screaming at her to push the person kissing her away... Her powers! They’d begin draining their life force... their powers... but, there wasn’t the usual sensations: the sudden influx as energy flowed into her body... the jumbled, colliding cascade of images as the other person’s memories flooded her mind. Nothing that usually preceded her powers was taking effect. The only thing she was feeling was the unmistakable sensation of a warm body against hers. Even though that small part of her was telling her to stop, she just couldn’t. With a sigh, she brought her other arm around to wrap it around Rahne’s waist, hugging her tight. “Oh, my... w-what... are-.” Pulling back, Rahne made a soft shushing sound. “It’s all right, Rogue. Dinnae worry. Just... let this happen, please?” Rogue stared blearily at the short red-haired girl, trying to make sense of this situation. “But...” Moving closer, Rahne kissed her once more, running one hand along her hair in a sensual caress. This, plus the sensation of the smaller girl’s body molded against her, made her protest melt away. Without further words, Rogue parted her lips and was at once surprised by the feeling of Rahne’s small tongue slipping into her mouth. Oh, mercy... this, can’t be real! Rogue thought to herself. Still... even if it’s just a dream... With that, she closed her eyes and ran one hand up into Rahne’s hair, threading her fingers into the short, red strands. # # # Down the hallway, Scott and Jean had paused outside her bedroom door. Having returned from Duncan’s party a short while ago, they were somewhat reluctant to part each others company. “Some party, huh?” Jean smiled up at Scott, leaning against the wall next to her doorway. Scott nodded, “Yeah, Duncan really threw a big bash.” He ducked his head slightly. “So... got any plans for tomorrow?” “Dunno... we’ll have to see what the Professor has planned,” Jean offered. She reached up to give Scott’s cheek a pat. “But, if there’s some free time... and, if you’d like to-.” “Just say when,” Scott replied, looking at her with a soft smile. He gave her palm a brush with his hand, then he straightened up. “I’d... I mean, we’d better... you know.” “Yeah, we’d better.” Jean nodded. “See you in the morning.” “See you,” Scott said, giving her one last look before turning to head back down the hallway towards his room. Jean watched him go for a moment, a small, happy smile on her face. When he rounded the corner, she sighed and turned to enter her room. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she turned it... ~... oh, man! ~ She lifted her head, puzzled at the brief touch to her mind. “Hm?” She paused, trying to focus on whoever it was that had let out that mental burst. When nothing more came, she shrugged and shook her head. “Girl, you need to get to bed...” With that, she opened her door and slipped inside. # # # “Ohmy... geeeez...” Rogue lifted her head, looking down at the sight that met her eyes and groaned softly. By then, she’d long since lost all will to protest, and was just letting things progress as they would. The result: she and Rahne were now down to just a pair of panties apiece, and the Scottish mutant had her soft lips wrapped around one of Rogue’s turgid nipples. The electric sparks racing down her body from the moist contact made her squirm underneath the smaller girl, making the front panel of her underwear rub against the patch of skin just at Rahne’s navel. With a light smack, Rahne lifted away from her sucking to smile dreamily at Rogue. “Are ye feelin’... all right, Rogue?” Rogue dropped her head back on the mattress, one hand caressing Rahne’s shoulders and neck. “Don’... stop, please!” she sighed. “Aye, as ye wish,” Rahne smiled, moving to the left to continue working on the other nipple. Cupping the abandoned breast with her other hand, she massaged it while lavishing continued attention on its twin. At the same time, she had one of Rogue’s legs grapevined between both of hers, moving her pelvis in a slow, grinding motion against its thigh. Rogue couldn’t keep her hands still, letting them roam over the Scottish girl’s skin and hair, trying to pull Rahne closer to her. “Mmmm, gawd!” Rahne echoed her sensual growl, raining kisses over every inch of her breasts. The crotch of her cotton underwear felt thoroughly moist with her own essence, making her tingle with excitement. For Rogue, the situation was unbearable, yet it was something she didn’t want to stop any time soon. Even through the lingering haze of the alcohol, her senses were heightened to the point of near overload. Her own panties were soaked through, filling the air around the two girls with the scent of sex. Leaving her breasts, Rahne scooted up to bring her face level with Rogue’s shoulders. Dipping down, she placed a trail of kisses along her exposed neck and collarbone; adding teasing nibbles to the tender flesh there as well. “Mmm...” Rogue moaned, as shivers from the intimate contact rippled down her body. Letting her hands fall away from Rahne, she let them twitch on the bed covers without direction. Rahne on the other hand wasn’t content to let her hands remain in one place. She let them flow over Rogue’s skin, generating more and more pleasurable sensations between them. Eventually, she shifted so that her body lay atop Rogue’s, pressing softly so they lay in continuous contact from knee to throat. Together like this, it wasn’t difficult for either of them to feel the heat spreading from each of their nether regions... or the moisture seeping from their most intimate places. Sweeping her hands down Rogue’s flanks, Rahne continued to nuzzle her face in the crook of the taller girl’s neck. When her fingers touched the elastic waistband of her panties, Rahne paused, letting her hands linger softly at the point just above Rogue’s hips. Rogue tipped her head, looking down with a touch of quizzical, mixed emotions in her face. “D’ye mind? I... think these are... a bit messy,” Rahne stated shyly, letting her fingers trace a nervous circle on the clinging fabric covering Rogue’s hips. Without speaking, Rogue simply tilted her hips up a bit, before letting her head drop back to the pillow with a sigh. With a glimmer in her eyes, Rahne wasted little time. Hooking slim fingers underneath the waistband of Rogue’s panties, she tugged them downwards over her hips, pulling them free with a slight hitch when the crotch lifted free of her wet vagina. Skimming them off her legs, Rahne lifted herself briefly to drop the undergarment to the floor - as well as slip her own soaked panties off to join them - before she re-positioned herself on top of Rogue once more. Now, there was no barrier between the two mutant girls: bare skin touched at every possible point. Thighs, tummies, breasts and all... and, wherever there was contact, delicious ripples of electric pleasure flowed like a circuit between them. “Ooo!” Rahne cooed, returning to her amorous kissing along Rogue’s neck and shoulder. Curling her arms underneath the taller girl’s body, she fitted herself snugly along every curve, pressing her wet sex against the equally-wet one of Rogue’s. Curly hairs meshed, causing new, and heady frictions as she started to move slowly against her. “AwwgeeEEZ,” Rogue gasped. The spark that had settled between her legs was now spiking into hot bolts of passion. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around the Scottish girl’s body, tilting her lower half so that her intimate center could keep contact with Rahne’s. “Mmmph, Gawd... oh, man...” Rahne’s breathing picked up a notch, as the same sensations echoed by Rogue were making her grow hotter. Flesh now wet with intimate honey, her sex seemed to swell, as if reaching out to take hold of the matching center grinding against her own. The feelings of deep caring and love had now been augmented by a new emotion: lust. Fastening her lips on the nearest patch of skin, Rahne thrust herself more firmly against Rogue, hoping the Southern girl was feeling as much pleasure as she was at that very moment. Even though her mind still drifted through the numbing fog of her drunken state, Rogue’s body was just as much caught up in the sensations and emotion of the moment as Rahne. Rational though was gone... only the bliss of being touched, loved and thoroughly taken by passion had consumed what remained of her conscious mind. With a soft cry of longing, she flung herself back into Rahne, answering each of her pumping thrusts with an equal one of her own. Together, the two mutants clung to each other, while their passions rocketed from their twin sexes; arcing outwards into a cataphony of fiery swirls of heavenly heat. Eventually, the fire grew to dazzling heights, culminating in a spiraling, flesh-shaking catalyst that dragged first one, then the other over the edge. “Ah... a-hah...AAA!” Rogue felt like her insides had burst, shattered then melted like quicksilver as an orgasm - unlike any of the solitary ones she’d experienced alone - seared along every active synapse and nerve cluster. Her breath stopped for a second, then exploded as had some, small shred of sense to keep the shout threatening to bubble out of her toned to a sibilant hiss of joy. “mm...ah-hmm...m-nmmph! Oha! OOH!” Rahne was just seconds behind her, a twin sensation of bliss supercharged by her feelings for her lover echoing along her own stiffening limbs. Squashed against the taller girl’s front, Rahne swore arcs of pleasure were darting between each point of contact of their now sweat-coated skin. Equally certain to contain the volume of her own cries of happy climax, she tightened her grip on Rogue to the point she would have pulverized her ribs. Together, they rode out the storm surge of their mutual cresting... ebbing and flowing, taking in and giving back equal amounts of pleasure as they felt bodies and minds sailing outwards to the stars and beyond. Eventually, even little firebirds of pleasure must return to roost... and the return to themselves was just as blissful as the outward journey to the Summit Noble. With racing hearts coasting down to slower rhythms, and breaths now easing through relaxed lips and chests, both Rogue and Rahne relaxed their passion-powered grip on each other. With a sigh apiece, they literally melted into each other, and into the mattress beneath them. “ooo...” Rahne’s tremulous exclamation sounded all too tiny in her own ears. No words seemed fit to tell how she felt about their experience. Rogue’s own emission was equally wordless: “mmmnha...ahh...” Shivering, she reflexively curled herself around Rahne’s body, as if to trap the quick-dissipating heat radiating from their spent bodies. Without a word, the two young mutants both shifted together, maneuvering until both of their bodies were underneath the sheets of Rogue’s bed, pulling each other close in a clinging embrace... # # # ~ The Main Kitchen, The Mansion House, The Following Morning... ~ With a yawn, Jean Grey slipped inside the doorway, taking a moment to adjust her shoulder-length hair as she shook herself from the last, clinging threads of sleep. With her eyes closed, she nearly ran into Ororo and her nephew Evan; who were both waiting their turn at the refrigerator behind Kitty Pryde. “’Mornin’ Jean,” Evan offered, just as he leaned over the open door to grab a carton of milk. “Thanks Kitty!” “Hey, I was gonna use that!” Kitty exclaimed. “Good morning, Evan,” Jean replied. “Morning, Storm.” “A good morning it is, save for those that got in late last night,” the tall, dark-skinned mutant replied. Nodding towards the large dining table, she pointed out the still-sleepy forms of Scott and Bobby Drake; both of which were nearly tipping over into their breakfast bowls. “Seems a lot of you were enjoying Duncan’s party a little too well.” Jean cleared her throat self-consciously. “Well... it was a good scene to be at last night.” Kitty spoke up, “Yeah, save for the fact Ducan’s buddies monkeyed around with some of the punch!” She wrinkled her nose. “Phew! Some of the other kids are going to be nursing major headaches today.” “Ugh, don’t remind me,” Evan said, grimacing. “Some of them are supposed to meet up at the skate park today.” “Be that as it may,” came the voice of Dr. Henry McCoy - the blue-furred instructor also known as Beast - now entering the kitchen. “I shouldn’t wonder what the rest of their parents are going to do with them. Underage drinking is going to cause more trouble than you kids realize.” “Oh, come on, Mr. McCoy!” Bobby said from his seat. “We’ve heard the speeches before!” “Well, apparently you kids have been listening,” McCoy muttered, taking a small sniff for emphasis. “No one in here needs a session in the drunk tank, that’s for certain.” Just then, a POP of displaced air announced the arrival of Kurt Wagner; teleporting in at the far end of the table. “Hey, morning guys!” he greeted, reaching for some toast set out on the table. “Nightcrawler! Geez, warn a guy, willya?” Bobby exclaimed, having nearly jumped out of his skin when Kurt appeared. “Oops, ah... sorry,” Kurt replied. “Anyone got the butter?” Henry looked around the kitchen, then frowned. “Kurt, have you seen Rogue? She was a little late getting up when I passed by her room earlier.” “Dunno, Mr. McCoy... honest, I just woke up a while ago, myself.” Ororo stared at the elfin teleporter. “Didn’t she go to Duncan’s party last night?” she asked. Kurt replied, “I thought she did.” “Did any of you kids see her get home last night?” Henry asked. “No, but... Jean and I got in late ourselves,” Scott offered. He looked to Jean. “She might have had long night, like we did.” Henry gave Jean a glance. “Can you check and see what’s keeping her? No scanning, just confirm if she’s okay.” Jean’s brow knotted as she concentrated for a few seconds. “Rogue’s fine... I think. She’s still in bed, asleep.” Kitty gave a small laugh. “Lazybones!” “Well, it may be a day off from school, but we need everyone up and at’em today,” Henry stated firmly. “We’ve got a few lessons to get through today, and Professor Xavier wants all of his students in on them.” “Great, more sessions in the Danger Room!” Evan grumbled. “You thought we were going for another outing in the woods?” Kurt teased. “All right, that’s enough you two,” Ororo admonished, though she smiled when she said it. “As I was saying,” Henry prompted, “we need everyone here. So, Jean... if you could give our sleepyhead a little ‘nudge’?” Jean replied, “Not a problem...” # # # From the depths of a blissful sleep, Rogue sighed deeply, feeling the slight mental touch from Jean. “mmha... a’right, I’m... gettin’ up,” she muttered, her voice feeling raspy and raw. Swallowing, she pushed her face back into her pillow and sighed expansively. The next thought that flitted through Rogue's waking mind was one of disgust. “Eww, why did I ever think of drinkin’ that... punch! If there’s ever a next time... I’m stickin’ to soda!” With another reluctant sigh, she knew Jean’s slight touch would be followed by more, if she didn’t get out of bed right then. Moving slightly to push herself upright, Rogue made a small frown. There was a different feeling she was getting this morning... the sensation of warmth... body warmth! There was someone in her bed, next to her! "Wu-ah?" she mumbled, rubbing her face against the cotton pillowcase before lifting up to look down at herself. Draped across her body was a small, slim arm, the hand curled gently over her belly. She blinked twice, craning her neck to look behind herself... into the sleeping face of a red-haired girl... a rather naked, and familiar, red-haired girl! Rahne! "Ohmy..." Rogue whispered. Looking back down at herself, she shifted her legs, and gasped at the wet sensations she felt at her crotch. They hadn't just been sleeping naked... they'd been... the thought hit her like a fist. Rogue Chronicles Pt. 01 She... they'd both had sex! "Oh, geez," Rogue thought to herself. "This... is NOT happening! How in... why is... how did we get like this?" Looking away, she let her gaze drop to the floor of her bedroom... spying the crumpled remains of her party clothes and Rahne’s pajamas, piled haphazardly next to her bedside. The memories of the previous night came bubbling back through her foggy mind: the party, the music, as well as someone spiking the punch... Her thoughts were interrupted by another sleepy sigh at her back. Rahne’s arm tightened around her slightly, pressing her back against her bedmate snuggly. She started to pull away, realizing her own state of undress, but the arm around her tugged her back under the sheets. At the same time, the sleeping girl nuzzled her face against her shoulder, humming in a deep, contented tone as her body fitted like a complimenting puzzle piece against a taut belly and slim thighs. "Geez!” The sigh exploded from her lips, as she weakly dropped back against the mattress, staring out into the center of the room as she tried to come to grips with this sudden tilt to her life. How is this even possible? Rogue asked herself, unused to the feelings this type of contact was creating inside... Her powers isolated her from any intimate, skin-on-skin contact. Now that she was more awake, the one thought struck her hard. They'd touched - and were still touching! - and she hadn't absorbed Rahne’s memories, or her powers! "Ohmy... how is Xavier gonna-?” She paused, turning white as the singular though bounced around in her head” “Oh, gawd! How am I gonna explain THIS to Xavier?" "'splain what?" She nearly jumped out of her skin at that whispered remark. Snapping her head around, she looked once more at her unlikely bedmate. Only now, Rahne’s eyes were half-open, staring muzzily into her own. With a soft smile, Rahne yawned softly. “’Lo...” "Um... hi," Rogue replied warily, a flush of blush on her cheeks. "What's wrong?” Rahne asked. “Ye seem... upset?" Rogue struggled to find her voice. "I,,, I'm not. Really!" She dropped her eyes down to their naked bodies briefly. "It... It's just, well... How did you, well..." "How did we both get like this?" Rahne asked softly, letting her hand rub over Rogue's belly in a drifting caress. "Is that it?" Rogue could only nod, the contact of her skin against the touch of her fingers stirring an electric pulse that shook her to the core. "Ye were three-sheets tae th' wind last night,” the tiny Scottish girl explained. “Ye started babblin' somethin' about Scott an' Jean, an' then, well..." Rogue blushed again at that memory: seeing Scott and Jean necking in that dark corner at Duncan’s... Rahne seemed to know what Rogue was thinking. "Ye crave tae have that touch, that feeling... tae be so luved, it dinnae matter whose touch it is." Rogue shifted to stare at her, turning so she lay flat on her back. "How do you-?" She paused, as her unlikely companion snuggled closer into her side. “When one can ken similar feelin’s, it was nae hard to figure out what ye wanted,” Rahne said. Rogue couldn’t fault that train of logic. Yet, even with one question answered, the others came crowding to the fore in her mind. “Rahne... how are you even able to do this? My powers-!" “Should’ve drained me dry, I know.” Rahne let one hand drift up from her waist, tracing one finger between Rogue's breasts. "I canna say why, f'r certain. Tho... I’m not complain’,” she smiled. Truth be told, Rogue could not get worked up as much as she though she should, either. This gentle touch from Rahne was starting to work a calming effect over her, easing her back from the edge of panic that had first gripped her when she’d seen them touching. “Just, how long... well, since when did you know you could, touch me?” Rahne’s cheeks went pink slightly. “I... discovered it during one o' our trainin' sessions,” she admitted. Rogue blinked. "A training session? When was this?" "A few weeks ago... Ye were supposed t'be getting Storm's powers t’use against some o’ th’ others,” Rahne explained. “When it was later an' all... ye forgot tae replace yer glove. Everyone was tryin' tae get aboard th' Blackbird, an'... ye pulled me aboard. We'd been movin' so fast, it dinnae register tae me what had happened... until later." Rogue lifted her own hand on reflex, looking at it as if it had just sprouted from her arm anew. “Mercy...” Ranhe’s eyes twinkled with warmth as her hand cupped over Rogue's right breast. "Ye dinnae show any last night, Rogue,” she quipped. Rogue tried to ignore gentle jibe, as well as the tingling feelings that touch was generating. "So... somehow, your immune to my powers. But, why hasn't the Professor clued in on this?" Rogue's brow knitted with a frown. "I thought he'd know if something like this was possible." "I dinnae know," her bedmate shrugged. "But, f'r what it's worth, I'm glad I'm th' one that has this immunity." Rahne leaned closer, gazing with smoky eyes into Rogue's surprised face. "I've been waitin' since f'rever tae be like this, wi' you." That revelation shocked Rogue - surprisingly, in a pleasurable way - as she stared back at her. "You... have?" "Aye... ever since I first came tae th' Institute." Now her bedmate ducked her head as her cheeks colored once more. "I've been havin' these feelin's f’r you... whenever ye've been around." Rogue had to smile a little at that. "Funny... it's always the shy, quiet one's," she mused. "Ye's not mad at me, are ye?" Rahne looked back up at her with wide eyes. "I dinnae mean tae take such advantage of ye... but, when ye started talkin' about Jean an' Scott... an' ye sounded so, so lonely..." Surprising herself, Rogue reached up and placed a finger across Rahne’s lips. "Hey, I... I understand." She looked sideways, smiling softly at the emotions that were coming to the fore at this time. "I mean... I didn't expect this, at all." "Ahh..." Rahne started to frown. "But, that doesn't mean... I'm not, well, opposed to it... this, I mean,” Rogue admitted sheepishly. At that, Rahne beamed. “Rogue! Do ye mean-?” “Keep it down!” Rogue admonished, when Rahne’s reply soared off into a high-pitched squeak. She softened it with a smile, before turning towards her bedmate to give her a half-embrace. “What I mean is... well, I dunno. I mean, I did admit I'd have been happy to have either Scoot, or Jean, last night." "But, ye've got me tho..." She gave Rogue's nipple a firm tweak. "Right?" Wincing, yet laughing softly, Rogue reached out and jabbed her fingers into her bedmate's ribs, tickling her in return. "Hey!" she chuckled as they suddenly were enbroiled in a mutual tickle-fight; bundling up the sheets as they rolled over and over each other, jockeying for position. Eventually, Rogue ended up back on her backside, panting and waving her hands in surrender as a grinning Rahne straddled her hips, sitting over her with both hands poised to deliver more tickles. "All right, all right, I give! I give!" With a triumphant smile, the tiny redhead lowered herself on top of Rogue, throwing her arms around her shoulders in a warm embrace. "Guid... I've been waitin' tae long t'have ye in my arms, Rogue." "I... I'm happy, I guess," Rogue admitted. "I'm, not used to being this way." "Hmm, I understand... If ye'd rather not have me be this way..." Rogue shook her head. "I didn't say that! I guess... I just need to get used to this," she said, giving her a soft smile as she draped her arms around Rahne’s waist. “I never gave much thought to it before... y’know? I guess... I could like you, being like this.” “Ye dinnae feel bad about me bein’ this way... likin’ you, like I do?” Rogue tilted her head, looking up at the little Scottish girl laying on top of her. She weighed a lot of things in her head at that moment - the good, the bad, the ultimate worst and the realized best that could come out of this - and wrinkled her brow at the absolute one thought that was the crux of it all... Could she be comfortable, being loved by another woman? Rahne had been watching her go through the thoughts, and a mirroring frown had formed on her cute face. “Rogue?” she asked in a small, fragile voice. Rogue blinked, then set her expression into one of firm resolve. “Rahne... I don’t feel bad about anything between us.” She gazed into Rahne’s eyes with a small, half-frown that belied the warm tone in her voice. “Even though you took advantage of me... I couldn’t feel bad about how you feel about me. About us.” At that, Rahne’s frown melted away into a look of relief. “Oh!” With that, she flung herself down onto Rogue, kissing her full on the lips with a joyful burst of happiness. Rogue did her best to match her lip lock; the feeling spiraling down her body making her feel very nice indeed. Maybe, loving a woman wasn’t a bad thing after all, she mused. When they finally broke off their kiss, Rogue gasped, “I think you’re happy about this, aren’t you?” “Oh, ye have no idea,” Rahne gushed, smiling through a glitter of tears at the corner of her eyes. Rogue reached up to brush the back of her hand against Rahne’s cheek. "Though, I don't know how the others are gonna deal with... well, you and me," she admitted. "Who says they have tae? I was sorta hopin' tae keep this between us. At least f’r th’ time bein’..." Rahne said, running one hand along Rogue's cheek in reply. "Hm, that... might not be a bad idea," Rogue mused. Rahne’s eyes went wide. "Does that mean ye's not gonna tell th' Prof about... us?" Rogue weighed the options silently for a moment or two. "If I told the Professor," she said slowly, "He and Hank might try to figure out why we can touch, skin to skin. It might even unlock the secret to my powers...” When she saw the return of that crestfallen look in Rahne’s face, she said with a new resolve. “But, as tempting as that is, I think I can wait, since I don’t think we could stand being apart, not after now...” At that, Rahne gasped, then swooped in once more, kissing Rogue with such suddenness, it took her a bit longer to catch up... # # # ~ Prof. Xavier’s Study, Ground Floor, The Mansion House... ~ Looking up from some papers at his desk, Prof. Xavier blinked, then pinched his brow and frowned. “Hmm...” Across from him, seated in a chair with some other papers fanned between his fingers, Logan looked at Xavier with a puzzled expression. “What? What’s wrong, Charles?” Prof. Xavier closed his eyes, as if concentrating... then he opened them and shook his head. “Nothing... though, I’m not sure.” “You sensin’ something?” Logan asked, arching one dark eyebrow. “Perhaps... but, I suppose not.” Prof. Xavier cleared his throat and returned his attention to the papers in front of him. “Let’s continue reviewing these exams, shall we?” # # # Back in Rogue’s room, she and Rahne finally broke their clinch; gazing at each other with a newer, deeper feeling inside. "I take it... you like that idea?" Rogue sighed deeply. "Aye, oh aye, I do!" The tiny woman tucked her head under Rogue's chin, hugging her as close as their bodies would allow. "Oh, Rogue... you have made me so happy!" Rogue felt moisture gather at the corners of her eyes, as she dipped her face to place a loving kiss on her red-tressed head. "I'm glad, Rahne... so, very glad." # # # TO BE CONTINUED...