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Closet Space
Title: Closet Space
Author: willowaus
Rating: err...lets go with PG to be safe
Verse: X-Men movieverse
Pairing: Rogue/Magneto
Summary: Rogue learns to share a closet with Magneto.
This is the result of Sionnain and I issuing each other a challenge of writing a one shot in our...err...respective novel universes. It had to be about Rogue sharing a closet with Magneto, between 300-500 words, and had to have the phrase “Were you seriously going to attempt to put that there?”.
“Were you seriously going to attempt to put that there?”
Magneto was in charge, the ‘bossman’ as Pyro liked to say, but if she heard him ask that one more time, Rogue might seriously consider stuffing the blouse in her hand down his throat. She took a deep breath before hanging it up.
“I put my shirts away by arm length,” she informed him as she turned around. “Sleeveless, baby tees, short sleeves, three-quarters, long sleeved…what?”
Her eyes narrowed at the smirk on his face and she twirled back around, grasping the next item from the laundry basket. The clothes on her designated side of the closet created a multifaceted rainbow, the jumble of colors reminding her of Paige’s drawings. Casting a sidelong glance towards his side, she frowned at the uniformity, each color sectioned off.
“There is no order to your side,” Magneto commented, flipping to the next page in his book.
“Organized chaos,” she replied, clicking her tongue.
“That doesn’t become you,” he told her, the links in her gloves tightening, as he frowned at the display.
“We’re going to need a bigger closet,” Rogue said, flopping down onto the bed beside him.
“Or perhaps you need less clothes,” Magneto replied.
“I don’t even have that many clothes,” she argued, pursing her lips in agitation.
“Personally, I prefer you in no clothes,” he mused, setting down the book.
She licked her lower lip in anticipation, eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers. He removed her shirt from her and she looked at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I could always walk around naked,” she proposed, yelping as he bit her neck.
“Stop being impertinent, Marie,” he warned, glaring imperiously down at her.
She clicked her tongue in response, gasping as he used his power to force her hands above her head. His mouth and hands assailed her body, all thought of her clothing and the closet drifting carelessly away.
Author: willowaus
Rating: err...lets go with PG to be safe
Verse: X-Men movieverse
Pairing: Rogue/Magneto
Summary: Rogue learns to share a closet with Magneto.
This is the result of Sionnain and I issuing each other a challenge of writing a one shot in our...err...respective novel universes. It had to be about Rogue sharing a closet with Magneto, between 300-500 words, and had to have the phrase “Were you seriously going to attempt to put that there?”.
“Were you seriously going to attempt to put that there?”
Magneto was in charge, the ‘bossman’ as Pyro liked to say, but if she heard him ask that one more time, Rogue might seriously consider stuffing the blouse in her hand down his throat. She took a deep breath before hanging it up.
“I put my shirts away by arm length,” she informed him as she turned around. “Sleeveless, baby tees, short sleeves, three-quarters, long sleeved…what?”
Her eyes narrowed at the smirk on his face and she twirled back around, grasping the next item from the laundry basket. The clothes on her designated side of the closet created a multifaceted rainbow, the jumble of colors reminding her of Paige’s drawings. Casting a sidelong glance towards his side, she frowned at the uniformity, each color sectioned off.
“There is no order to your side,” Magneto commented, flipping to the next page in his book.
“Organized chaos,” she replied, clicking her tongue.
“That doesn’t become you,” he told her, the links in her gloves tightening, as he frowned at the display.
“We’re going to need a bigger closet,” Rogue said, flopping down onto the bed beside him.
“Or perhaps you need less clothes,” Magneto replied.
“I don’t even have that many clothes,” she argued, pursing her lips in agitation.
“Personally, I prefer you in no clothes,” he mused, setting down the book.
She licked her lower lip in anticipation, eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers. He removed her shirt from her and she looked at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I could always walk around naked,” she proposed, yelping as he bit her neck.
“Stop being impertinent, Marie,” he warned, glaring imperiously down at her.
She clicked her tongue in response, gasping as he used his power to force her hands above her head. His mouth and hands assailed her body, all thought of her clothing and the closet drifting carelessly away.