100 Situations - Rogue/Pyro T2 Prompt #37: Office
Title: Renewal (1/?)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #37 - Office
Word Count: 922
Rating: PG
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers.
I wrote this while waiting for a train while on my way to a NYE thing, and the story's kind of lodged itself in my brain. It's not quite what I had expected, and I'm not sure that it works. But, hopefully by the time I get the other parts finished, it will be worthwhile. Not sure how many parts there will be yet.
Written for 100_situations
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Marie sipped at the champagne, trying not to look too bored. The office party wasn’t exactly living up to expectation, but she smiled and tried to look interested when her co-workers engaged her in conversation.
After all, this had been what she wanted. Hadn’t it?
Taking the Cure had been her key to a normal life, to being able to be touched. She excused herself politely, seeking a moment of quiet at the bar. Her glass had suddenly become very empty.
“Maybe you should get something a little stronger.”
She turned at the familiar voice, shock rolling through her at the sight of John Allerdyce standing behind her.
John Allerdyce at the office party of an accounting firm. John Allerdyce in a clean pressed black suit and tie complete with crisp white shirt. She tried not to dwell on how good he looked dressed like that. His hands were in his pockets, his posture effecting casualness.
“What are you doing here?”
He raised an eyebrow at her lack of etiquette before his gaze drifted down to her cleavage. “Crashing your party.”
She blushed under his intense scrutiny, wishing she hadn’t been wearing something revealing. He smirked, enjoying her discomfort. She turned back to the bar, grabbing a glass of champagne. Half tempted just to gulp it down, she managed a more gracious sip.
“Why?”
The smirk turned into a smile as he quietly chuckled. “Nice to see you too, by the way.” He took a look around before gently taking her elbow and guiding her to a more secluded corner. “I wanted to see you.”
Marie nearly choked as she took another sip. She started to splutter, surprise at his words undermining the small amount poise she had left. “Me? Why?”
His expression turned serious, and he took a deep breath as he fidgeted with his necktie. The movement drew her attention to his hands, and she gasped at the lines of scar tissue that covered them.
He frowned at her obvious concern, forgetting his tie as he dropped his hands to his sides. “It’s nothing.”
She fought the urge to grab his hands for a closer look. “It doesn’t look like nothing.”
He shrugged, looking away for a long moment. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay? It’s not really a topic fit for parties.”
Marie frowned, biting the inside of her cheek to stop from badgering him. His appearance had shocked her, but the scars on his hands troubled her. They had looked too clean to be from a fight, so they had to be surgical scars of some kind. She took another sip of champagne, trying to think of a safe topic of conversation.
“Are you happy?”
Her eyes snapped up to meet his, her lips parting in surprise at his question. She wasn’t enjoying the fact that he wasn’t predictable, that he wasn’t being the John she knew. The John she knew would never come to a party like this, especially if it meant going formal. And he wouldn’t ask questions like ‘are you happy?’. He’d more likely tell her straight out whether she was, or wasn’t. He wouldn’t have been interested in what she thought.
She tilted her head, observing him as she gave the question serious thought. She was a secretary at an accounting firm. She was at a party that bored her, but her workmates treated her with nothing but respect and kindness. She could touch, but she didn’t have anyone to touch. She had her own apartment. She could wear revealing dresses without fear of killing anyone. Her head was no longer filled with other people, the voices having faded.
“Yes.”
He gave her a curt nod in reply, taking the champagne glass out of her hand. He turned it until the faint trace of her lipstick was visible to him, his lips touching it as he took a sip before handing it back to her.
“Must be nice.”
She took the glass back, staring at the now slightly smudged lipstick stain. “It is.”
He looked around him again, then raised his arm and glanced at the watch on his wrist. “Nearly time.”
She looked at him, about to ask him what he meant when she remembered what the party was being thrown for. She glanced at her own watch, and nodded. She looked back up to find him staring at her. The people around them started counting down from ten, their voices growing louder with each number. When they reached one, cheers and shouts of joy started.
A few people started singing ‘Auld Lang Syne’, but the voices faded into the background the moment John’s lips pressed against hers. His hands tangled in her hair as he held her close, his tongue skimming her bottom lip. She clutched at his arm with one hand, the other still holding her glass. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue in. He slid it over hers, exploring the cavern of her mouth. She let out a moan, starting to push her tongue against his. He sucked on it, holding back a groan as he tasted the champagne still present.
They were panting by the time the kiss ended. Marie’s cheeks were flushed, and John’s eyes darkened at the sight of her swollen lips. He smiled, kissing her again briefly before moving his mouth next to her ear. She shivered as his warm breath caressed her skin, biting her lip to stop from moaning so she could hear his whispered words.
“Happy New Year, Roguey.”
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Rogue/Pyro
Prompt: #37 - Office
Word Count: 922
Rating: PG
Summary: A new year begins as an old friendship is renewed.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Post X3, has spoilers.
I wrote this while waiting for a train while on my way to a NYE thing, and the story's kind of lodged itself in my brain. It's not quite what I had expected, and I'm not sure that it works. But, hopefully by the time I get the other parts finished, it will be worthwhile. Not sure how many parts there will be yet.
Written for 100_situations
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Marie sipped at the champagne, trying not to look too bored. The office party wasn’t exactly living up to expectation, but she smiled and tried to look interested when her co-workers engaged her in conversation.
After all, this had been what she wanted. Hadn’t it?
Taking the Cure had been her key to a normal life, to being able to be touched. She excused herself politely, seeking a moment of quiet at the bar. Her glass had suddenly become very empty.
“Maybe you should get something a little stronger.”
She turned at the familiar voice, shock rolling through her at the sight of John Allerdyce standing behind her.
John Allerdyce at the office party of an accounting firm. John Allerdyce in a clean pressed black suit and tie complete with crisp white shirt. She tried not to dwell on how good he looked dressed like that. His hands were in his pockets, his posture effecting casualness.
“What are you doing here?”
He raised an eyebrow at her lack of etiquette before his gaze drifted down to her cleavage. “Crashing your party.”
She blushed under his intense scrutiny, wishing she hadn’t been wearing something revealing. He smirked, enjoying her discomfort. She turned back to the bar, grabbing a glass of champagne. Half tempted just to gulp it down, she managed a more gracious sip.
“Why?”
The smirk turned into a smile as he quietly chuckled. “Nice to see you too, by the way.” He took a look around before gently taking her elbow and guiding her to a more secluded corner. “I wanted to see you.”
Marie nearly choked as she took another sip. She started to splutter, surprise at his words undermining the small amount poise she had left. “Me? Why?”
His expression turned serious, and he took a deep breath as he fidgeted with his necktie. The movement drew her attention to his hands, and she gasped at the lines of scar tissue that covered them.
He frowned at her obvious concern, forgetting his tie as he dropped his hands to his sides. “It’s nothing.”
She fought the urge to grab his hands for a closer look. “It doesn’t look like nothing.”
He shrugged, looking away for a long moment. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay? It’s not really a topic fit for parties.”
Marie frowned, biting the inside of her cheek to stop from badgering him. His appearance had shocked her, but the scars on his hands troubled her. They had looked too clean to be from a fight, so they had to be surgical scars of some kind. She took another sip of champagne, trying to think of a safe topic of conversation.
“Are you happy?”
Her eyes snapped up to meet his, her lips parting in surprise at his question. She wasn’t enjoying the fact that he wasn’t predictable, that he wasn’t being the John she knew. The John she knew would never come to a party like this, especially if it meant going formal. And he wouldn’t ask questions like ‘are you happy?’. He’d more likely tell her straight out whether she was, or wasn’t. He wouldn’t have been interested in what she thought.
She tilted her head, observing him as she gave the question serious thought. She was a secretary at an accounting firm. She was at a party that bored her, but her workmates treated her with nothing but respect and kindness. She could touch, but she didn’t have anyone to touch. She had her own apartment. She could wear revealing dresses without fear of killing anyone. Her head was no longer filled with other people, the voices having faded.
“Yes.”
He gave her a curt nod in reply, taking the champagne glass out of her hand. He turned it until the faint trace of her lipstick was visible to him, his lips touching it as he took a sip before handing it back to her.
“Must be nice.”
She took the glass back, staring at the now slightly smudged lipstick stain. “It is.”
He looked around him again, then raised his arm and glanced at the watch on his wrist. “Nearly time.”
She looked at him, about to ask him what he meant when she remembered what the party was being thrown for. She glanced at her own watch, and nodded. She looked back up to find him staring at her. The people around them started counting down from ten, their voices growing louder with each number. When they reached one, cheers and shouts of joy started.
A few people started singing ‘Auld Lang Syne’, but the voices faded into the background the moment John’s lips pressed against hers. His hands tangled in her hair as he held her close, his tongue skimming her bottom lip. She clutched at his arm with one hand, the other still holding her glass. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue in. He slid it over hers, exploring the cavern of her mouth. She let out a moan, starting to push her tongue against his. He sucked on it, holding back a groan as he tasted the champagne still present.
They were panting by the time the kiss ended. Marie’s cheeks were flushed, and John’s eyes darkened at the sight of her swollen lips. He smiled, kissing her again briefly before moving his mouth next to her ear. She shivered as his warm breath caressed her skin, biting her lip to stop from moaning so she could hear his whispered words.
“Happy New Year, Roguey.”
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