X-Men Porn Story: ROGUE 3

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.”