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Fic: Passing Time (Magneto/Rogue, 616 comicverse)
Title: Passing Time
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willowaus
Character/Pairing: Magneto/Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Consumed Again
A/N: Many thanks tosionnain for looking this over. :)
"I don't understand this game at all," Rogue groaned, looking in dismay at the chess board before her. "Having you in my head is nice, but it doesn't explain to me why I just moved this horse."
Magneto caught her hand in his and she gave a little gasp, still unused to him touching her. He smirked at her, thumb brushing against the back of her hand, her power tugging at him. "And now you're just distractin' me." She wrenched her hand away and glared at him without any real heat. "Just make you're move, old man."
He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes as the metallic piece shifted forward. "Check. And you can't move your rook to protect your King, so I believe that's checkmate."
"I hate this game," she growled, and leaned back in the chair, giving him a little pout.
"Yes, I know," he murmured, with that damnable smirk. The chess set floated back to its usual spot, the pieces neatly arranging themselves in their starting position, and he grasped her hand, tugging her forward.
"Thought we were working on my control," she murmured, as his hands caught her waist.
"We're seeing how well you work on stilling your power when involved in rigorous activity," he informed her, his tone serious, even as his hands began sliding up her sides.
"I can't even do that when we're sitting still." Her protests were drowned out as his mouth claimed hers, her power beginning in earnest. "Oh, God, Magneto,"she groaned, breaking the kiss and braced her hands against his chest.
"Erik, Rogue," he corrected her.
"I thought it was Magnus," she replied, gasping as he clasped his hand on the back of her neck and tugged her down, kissing her hungrily.
She melted against him, fighting back the urge to break free as her power pulled at him. He broke the kiss when it became too much and she rested her forehead against his chest, her breathing heavy. "I have to say I like this method more than the clasping hands one," she murmured, and looked back up, smiling wickedly.
"It seems to have helped you relax." He gave her a smug look, his hands roaming over her back.
"You ain't funny." She drew her fingers across his lips and smiled.
"Off," he ordered, and deposited her on the chair across from him. He held out his hand, expression becoming serious. "Hands."
She rolled her eyes and gave them to him, knowing he was all business now and there'd be no playing while their lesson occurred. This was how it had been over the last five days, the two of them involved in a normal activity and then a short burst of frantic kissing before he became serious and distant. Always distant. They had yet to discuss these new emotions the two of them had developed for each other but she knew he was as confused as he was. One good thing about my power.
Images of her crushed beneath him and moaning loudly flashed in her mind, and she blushed, breaking contact. Okay...I enjoy many aspects... She gave him her hands again and smiled, answering his question as the lesson continued.
Their schedule continued unabated but with a slight twist. After lessons she used to leave and allow him his free time, now she stayed, reading silently or losing horribly to him in chess before they would end up tangled together. Each time they grew bolder, their touches more urgent until finally they ended up with her lying beneath him on the couch sans shirt.
Her hands were clutched in his shirt, his hands braced on either side of her head. He looked as if he wanted to devour her for dinner. She licked her lips in silent invitation, gasping as he pulled her up, changing their positions so she was sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands cupped her breast, slowly rubbing her through the material of her bra, causing her to groan. She knew he enjoyed when she reacted pleasurably to his touch and didn't shy away from him. "You consider this a victory, don't you?" she asked, drawing a hand over his cheek.
"You are not treating your power as a curse, Rogue," he stated, and she gasped as he shifted them again, his mouth replacing his hands. She cried out at the feel of his mouth, hot and wet against her breast, his tongue flicking her nipple through the fabric. "That in itself is a victory," he murmured, against her breast before she felt his teeth graze over her, igniting flames buried deep within.
"I guess...I guess so..." She sighed, hands stroking his hair as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment and she shifted against him, gasping as she felt his erection straining against his pants. She moved her hips again, smiling at his groan and repeated the movement.
He grasped her waist, stilling her movements and stared at her, his eyes wild. "Don't begin what you are not prepared to finish," he warned, and crushed his lips against hers, running his hands along her back.
She was drawing from him, his hunger combining with hers, sending her over the edge and she cried out, desperate for release as the world shattered around her. She collapsed against him, her breathing ragged and he moved his hands to her hair, gently caressing. "Extraordinary," he murmured, pressing his lips against her hair. "For a power you are so afraid of, it allows you to do remarkable things. I was barely touching you."
"You were inside me. Felt what you felt, what you wanted. Too much." She pressed her face into his chest, rubbing her cheek along his shirt, liking the way it scratched her skin. "Needed release."
"No gloves. You are not shying away from my touch. You are giving yours freely." His fingers trailed along the strap of her bra and she whimpered each time he brushed her skin. "Tell me your thoughts about your power, Rogue," he ordered, tilting her head up.
She frowned and pursed her lips. "You aren't afraid," she murmured, and averted her gaze. "And I've touched you so many times, seeing the way you view my powers, as an asset, something to take pride in. And the way you view me." She looked back at him and blushed, remembering a particular scenario he'd thought of, her pressed firmly into a mattress, naked skin on display. "I don't think that's possible."
He gave a low, sharp laugh and sat up, pushing her back a little. "Perhaps." He retrieved her shirt from the floor and handed it to her. "I have work to do, my little distraction."
She tugged on the shirt and glared at him. "I don't mean to be one."
"Nonetheless, you certainly are." He tipped her chin up, kissing her hungrily before disentangling himself from her. "You may stay, Rogue, as long as you are quiet."
"Uh huh," she murmured, taking her book from the table and curled up on the couch, quietly reading and wondering how long it would be before their touches became even bolder. She knew what he wanted to do, god, she wanted to as well, but they couldn't. Kissing and touching were one thing but if they...
She shook her head and forced herself to read.The only way this was going to work was to take it one day at a time. She needed to be thankful for what she had, not hope for too much. Right?
xxx
Days passed with the two of them following the same routine, their touches becoming bolder and Magneto's mindset about her powers slowly becoming ingrained into her psyche. It was hard to think of her power as a curse when he was showing her how much pleasure it could bring her. They were still working on her power, trying to fine tune what she absorbed, slowing down the rate or speeding it up. It didn't always work that well but he was patient and eager for her to continue. That in itself was startling. No one came back for more of her power, no one except him. Rogue wasn't all that sure what to make of it.
She looked at the screen and frowned as the machine called the mansion, at a loss for what she was going to say. There really wasn't any explanation she could think of that they would willingly accept. Wolverine's image appeared and she covered her frown with a smile. Out of all the X-Men he was the one who'd be able to pick up on anything out of the ordinary. "Hi, Logan."
"Been a while since you called, darlin'," he stated gruffly, and she had a feeling he was itching for a cigar. "I was gettin' ready to call the cavalry."
"We've been busy," Rogue smiled broadly, cheeks reddening as she remembered what they'd been doing an hour earlier before shaking her head to clear it. "How is everyone?"
"Fine." His gaze hardened and it felt like he was looking right into her very soul. She hated his ability to do that. "Is he hurtin' you?"
"No," she replied incredulously, wondering what had brought that on.
"Then why is there a bruise on your neck?" Wolverine growled, his face moving closer to the screen.
Her hand clasped over the mark, unable to believe she'd forgotten to cover where Magneto had nipped her. "What the hell is goin' on, Rogue?" he continued, looking like he was ready to come through the screen and grab her.
"I'm fine, Logan. I promise," she murmured, hoping it was reassuring. "I'll...I'll be back at the mansion soon."
His eyes narrowed, lips twitching. "What happened to callin' it home?"
Her eyes widened at the slip up, unable to believe she hadn't called it that. "I'll...soon, Logan. I'll be home soon." She emphasized 'home' and cut the signal. Leaning forward, she braced her elbows on the table and frowned. Do I even want to leave... She shook her head. 'Course I do. Leaning back, she kneaded her bottom lip, her mind ablaze with conflicting emotions. Don't I?
"Dinner is ready," Magneto stated, from behind her and she jumped, turning around to see him standing in the doorway. She wondered how long he had been there, how much had he heard?
She nodded and stood but didn't move towards him. "Erik..." Her voice trailed off and she shook her head. "Never mind."
"What is wrong, Rogue?" His face was expressionless, steely gaze locked with hers.
"I don't know," she murmured, and averted her gaze. "Just...confused, that's all."
"Your talk with the X-Men did not go well?"
She looked back up and sighed, sitting back down. She had a feeling they wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile. "Wolvie's got an annoying habit of figuring things out."
He nodded, a sure sign for her to continue and she looked a bit past him, staring at a spot on the wall so she didn't have to see his expression. "He just knows something is going on, Erik. Between us." She shrugged and looked back at him. "I don't even understand what's goin' on." She gave him a sheepish smile. "I know you ain't all that sure either."
"Are you concerned that he might try and...retrieve you?" Magneto asked, and she noted the tension in his shoulders.
"I don't think he will," she murmured, and walked towards him, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. He pulled her closer and she relaxed. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
"Very well, Rogue." He tipped her chin so that he could see her eyes. "We will need to finish this discussion at some point."
"Just not right now, please," she urged, thankful when he led her out of the room.
"Soon."
She nodded and followed him to the kitchen. This, whatever this was, hadn't begun in one day, so Rogue highly doubted she would be able to figure out what to do about it in one either. Leaning into Magneto, she frowned, knowing she would miss his touch if she were to leave. But her family was down there and she didn't agree with Magneto's policies. Images of Zaladane being speared to death flashed in her mind and she shivered, biting her lip as the image was followed by one of Magneto pressing her down into the couch, his mouth hot and wet on her breast.
Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts away, promising to give them the time it deserved another day. She ignored the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that this would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later.
Author:
willowausCharacter/Pairing: Magneto/Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,128
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Consumed Again
A/N: Many thanks to
sionnain for looking this over. :)"I don't understand this game at all," Rogue groaned, looking in dismay at the chess board before her. "Having you in my head is nice, but it doesn't explain to me why I just moved this horse."
Magneto caught her hand in his and she gave a little gasp, still unused to him touching her. He smirked at her, thumb brushing against the back of her hand, her power tugging at him. "And now you're just distractin' me." She wrenched her hand away and glared at him without any real heat. "Just make you're move, old man."
He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes as the metallic piece shifted forward. "Check. And you can't move your rook to protect your King, so I believe that's checkmate."
"I hate this game," she growled, and leaned back in the chair, giving him a little pout.
"Yes, I know," he murmured, with that damnable smirk. The chess set floated back to its usual spot, the pieces neatly arranging themselves in their starting position, and he grasped her hand, tugging her forward.
"Thought we were working on my control," she murmured, as his hands caught her waist.
"We're seeing how well you work on stilling your power when involved in rigorous activity," he informed her, his tone serious, even as his hands began sliding up her sides.
"I can't even do that when we're sitting still." Her protests were drowned out as his mouth claimed hers, her power beginning in earnest. "Oh, God, Magneto,"she groaned, breaking the kiss and braced her hands against his chest.
"Erik, Rogue," he corrected her.
"I thought it was Magnus," she replied, gasping as he clasped his hand on the back of her neck and tugged her down, kissing her hungrily.
She melted against him, fighting back the urge to break free as her power pulled at him. He broke the kiss when it became too much and she rested her forehead against his chest, her breathing heavy. "I have to say I like this method more than the clasping hands one," she murmured, and looked back up, smiling wickedly.
"It seems to have helped you relax." He gave her a smug look, his hands roaming over her back.
"You ain't funny." She drew her fingers across his lips and smiled.
"Off," he ordered, and deposited her on the chair across from him. He held out his hand, expression becoming serious. "Hands."
She rolled her eyes and gave them to him, knowing he was all business now and there'd be no playing while their lesson occurred. This was how it had been over the last five days, the two of them involved in a normal activity and then a short burst of frantic kissing before he became serious and distant. Always distant. They had yet to discuss these new emotions the two of them had developed for each other but she knew he was as confused as he was. One good thing about my power.
Images of her crushed beneath him and moaning loudly flashed in her mind, and she blushed, breaking contact. Okay...I enjoy many aspects... She gave him her hands again and smiled, answering his question as the lesson continued.
Their schedule continued unabated but with a slight twist. After lessons she used to leave and allow him his free time, now she stayed, reading silently or losing horribly to him in chess before they would end up tangled together. Each time they grew bolder, their touches more urgent until finally they ended up with her lying beneath him on the couch sans shirt.
Her hands were clutched in his shirt, his hands braced on either side of her head. He looked as if he wanted to devour her for dinner. She licked her lips in silent invitation, gasping as he pulled her up, changing their positions so she was sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands cupped her breast, slowly rubbing her through the material of her bra, causing her to groan. She knew he enjoyed when she reacted pleasurably to his touch and didn't shy away from him. "You consider this a victory, don't you?" she asked, drawing a hand over his cheek.
"You are not treating your power as a curse, Rogue," he stated, and she gasped as he shifted them again, his mouth replacing his hands. She cried out at the feel of his mouth, hot and wet against her breast, his tongue flicking her nipple through the fabric. "That in itself is a victory," he murmured, against her breast before she felt his teeth graze over her, igniting flames buried deep within.
"I guess...I guess so..." She sighed, hands stroking his hair as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment and she shifted against him, gasping as she felt his erection straining against his pants. She moved her hips again, smiling at his groan and repeated the movement.
He grasped her waist, stilling her movements and stared at her, his eyes wild. "Don't begin what you are not prepared to finish," he warned, and crushed his lips against hers, running his hands along her back.
She was drawing from him, his hunger combining with hers, sending her over the edge and she cried out, desperate for release as the world shattered around her. She collapsed against him, her breathing ragged and he moved his hands to her hair, gently caressing. "Extraordinary," he murmured, pressing his lips against her hair. "For a power you are so afraid of, it allows you to do remarkable things. I was barely touching you."
"You were inside me. Felt what you felt, what you wanted. Too much." She pressed her face into his chest, rubbing her cheek along his shirt, liking the way it scratched her skin. "Needed release."
"No gloves. You are not shying away from my touch. You are giving yours freely." His fingers trailed along the strap of her bra and she whimpered each time he brushed her skin. "Tell me your thoughts about your power, Rogue," he ordered, tilting her head up.
She frowned and pursed her lips. "You aren't afraid," she murmured, and averted her gaze. "And I've touched you so many times, seeing the way you view my powers, as an asset, something to take pride in. And the way you view me." She looked back at him and blushed, remembering a particular scenario he'd thought of, her pressed firmly into a mattress, naked skin on display. "I don't think that's possible."
He gave a low, sharp laugh and sat up, pushing her back a little. "Perhaps." He retrieved her shirt from the floor and handed it to her. "I have work to do, my little distraction."
She tugged on the shirt and glared at him. "I don't mean to be one."
"Nonetheless, you certainly are." He tipped her chin up, kissing her hungrily before disentangling himself from her. "You may stay, Rogue, as long as you are quiet."
"Uh huh," she murmured, taking her book from the table and curled up on the couch, quietly reading and wondering how long it would be before their touches became even bolder. She knew what he wanted to do, god, she wanted to as well, but they couldn't. Kissing and touching were one thing but if they...
She shook her head and forced herself to read.The only way this was going to work was to take it one day at a time. She needed to be thankful for what she had, not hope for too much. Right?
xxx
Days passed with the two of them following the same routine, their touches becoming bolder and Magneto's mindset about her powers slowly becoming ingrained into her psyche. It was hard to think of her power as a curse when he was showing her how much pleasure it could bring her. They were still working on her power, trying to fine tune what she absorbed, slowing down the rate or speeding it up. It didn't always work that well but he was patient and eager for her to continue. That in itself was startling. No one came back for more of her power, no one except him. Rogue wasn't all that sure what to make of it.
She looked at the screen and frowned as the machine called the mansion, at a loss for what she was going to say. There really wasn't any explanation she could think of that they would willingly accept. Wolverine's image appeared and she covered her frown with a smile. Out of all the X-Men he was the one who'd be able to pick up on anything out of the ordinary. "Hi, Logan."
"Been a while since you called, darlin'," he stated gruffly, and she had a feeling he was itching for a cigar. "I was gettin' ready to call the cavalry."
"We've been busy," Rogue smiled broadly, cheeks reddening as she remembered what they'd been doing an hour earlier before shaking her head to clear it. "How is everyone?"
"Fine." His gaze hardened and it felt like he was looking right into her very soul. She hated his ability to do that. "Is he hurtin' you?"
"No," she replied incredulously, wondering what had brought that on.
"Then why is there a bruise on your neck?" Wolverine growled, his face moving closer to the screen.
Her hand clasped over the mark, unable to believe she'd forgotten to cover where Magneto had nipped her. "What the hell is goin' on, Rogue?" he continued, looking like he was ready to come through the screen and grab her.
"I'm fine, Logan. I promise," she murmured, hoping it was reassuring. "I'll...I'll be back at the mansion soon."
His eyes narrowed, lips twitching. "What happened to callin' it home?"
Her eyes widened at the slip up, unable to believe she hadn't called it that. "I'll...soon, Logan. I'll be home soon." She emphasized 'home' and cut the signal. Leaning forward, she braced her elbows on the table and frowned. Do I even want to leave... She shook her head. 'Course I do. Leaning back, she kneaded her bottom lip, her mind ablaze with conflicting emotions. Don't I?
"Dinner is ready," Magneto stated, from behind her and she jumped, turning around to see him standing in the doorway. She wondered how long he had been there, how much had he heard?
She nodded and stood but didn't move towards him. "Erik..." Her voice trailed off and she shook her head. "Never mind."
"What is wrong, Rogue?" His face was expressionless, steely gaze locked with hers.
"I don't know," she murmured, and averted her gaze. "Just...confused, that's all."
"Your talk with the X-Men did not go well?"
She looked back up and sighed, sitting back down. She had a feeling they wouldn't be going anywhere for awhile. "Wolvie's got an annoying habit of figuring things out."
He nodded, a sure sign for her to continue and she looked a bit past him, staring at a spot on the wall so she didn't have to see his expression. "He just knows something is going on, Erik. Between us." She shrugged and looked back at him. "I don't even understand what's goin' on." She gave him a sheepish smile. "I know you ain't all that sure either."
"Are you concerned that he might try and...retrieve you?" Magneto asked, and she noted the tension in his shoulders.
"I don't think he will," she murmured, and walked towards him, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. He pulled her closer and she relaxed. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
"Very well, Rogue." He tipped her chin so that he could see her eyes. "We will need to finish this discussion at some point."
"Just not right now, please," she urged, thankful when he led her out of the room.
"Soon."
She nodded and followed him to the kitchen. This, whatever this was, hadn't begun in one day, so Rogue highly doubted she would be able to figure out what to do about it in one either. Leaning into Magneto, she frowned, knowing she would miss his touch if she were to leave. But her family was down there and she didn't agree with Magneto's policies. Images of Zaladane being speared to death flashed in her mind and she shivered, biting her lip as the image was followed by one of Magneto pressing her down into the couch, his mouth hot and wet on her breast.
Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts away, promising to give them the time it deserved another day. She ignored the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that this would have to be dealt with sooner rather than later.