Ultimate X-Men - Cain/Rogue - #29 Sleeping In
Title: Only in Dreams
Fandom: Ultimate X-Men
Characters: Juggernaut/Rogue
Prompt: #29 Sleeping In
Word Count: 472
Rating: PG17 for sexy things
Summary: Some people dream in technocolour so real it may as well be.
Her lips were gentle against his own, returning the kiss with a fervor Cain had never thought she might show for him. It was better than a dream, more real than any fantasy. Rogue was in his arms and she was kissing him and it was magic as she whispered against his lips about how the mission could wait and that for now, this was their time.
It was like the blink of an eye and then she was nude, naked before him except for those long gloves that covered her up to her biceps, allowing her to touch him. But then he couldn't return the favor.
Saying as much, he chuckled as she grabbed the silk sheet and draped it over her body. Offering him a coy smile, she draped herself over the bed like some wanton goddess of sensuality awaiting her lover. And he was that lover. This was for him, all of it. Those midnight gloves against the snowy white of the sheet. The dark auburn of her hair, sweet and rich and as inviting as the berry stained curve of her lips. And then she was beckoning him, a crooked finger drawing him close as if an invisible leash was connected to his throat and she his Mistress.
Later he would remember every detail, marvel at them when he was alone and he had nothing but his memories to cling to. He'd remember the taste of her skin through silk, his mouth sliding over every inch of her as is mapping each line and curve with nothing but his tongue. Later Cain would hear the echo of her whimpers and cries, the way she said his name all throaty and tinged with lust. He would go to his grave with the memory of how she truly tasted, all musky even through the thin fabric and the feel of that satin on his shaft left him shaking, trembling as he spilled his release over her hand and watched it as it stained the sheet over that wet spot that indicated her own arousal.
But as it was happening it was like an out of control carousel, his mind spinning and reeling with finally having that which he had always dreamt of. Rogue as his lover, his love. She was his and nothing could take that away from him.
The cot barely moved with her kick, her pillow coming down on the back of Cain's head with a thump. "Ah don't want t'know what yer dreamin' about, Juggernaut but couldcha stop moaning and writhin' like yer....' She made a face, rolling her eyes. "Ew, don't tell me cause Ah don't wanna know.
Growling, he rolled over and yanked the pillow over his head. "Don't wake me, I'm sleepin' in."
Fandom: Ultimate X-Men
Characters: Juggernaut/Rogue
Prompt: #29 Sleeping In
Word Count: 472
Rating: PG17 for sexy things
Summary: Some people dream in technocolour so real it may as well be.
Her lips were gentle against his own, returning the kiss with a fervor Cain had never thought she might show for him. It was better than a dream, more real than any fantasy. Rogue was in his arms and she was kissing him and it was magic as she whispered against his lips about how the mission could wait and that for now, this was their time.
It was like the blink of an eye and then she was nude, naked before him except for those long gloves that covered her up to her biceps, allowing her to touch him. But then he couldn't return the favor.
Saying as much, he chuckled as she grabbed the silk sheet and draped it over her body. Offering him a coy smile, she draped herself over the bed like some wanton goddess of sensuality awaiting her lover. And he was that lover. This was for him, all of it. Those midnight gloves against the snowy white of the sheet. The dark auburn of her hair, sweet and rich and as inviting as the berry stained curve of her lips. And then she was beckoning him, a crooked finger drawing him close as if an invisible leash was connected to his throat and she his Mistress.
Later he would remember every detail, marvel at them when he was alone and he had nothing but his memories to cling to. He'd remember the taste of her skin through silk, his mouth sliding over every inch of her as is mapping each line and curve with nothing but his tongue. Later Cain would hear the echo of her whimpers and cries, the way she said his name all throaty and tinged with lust. He would go to his grave with the memory of how she truly tasted, all musky even through the thin fabric and the feel of that satin on his shaft left him shaking, trembling as he spilled his release over her hand and watched it as it stained the sheet over that wet spot that indicated her own arousal.
But as it was happening it was like an out of control carousel, his mind spinning and reeling with finally having that which he had always dreamt of. Rogue as his lover, his love. She was his and nothing could take that away from him.
The cot barely moved with her kick, her pillow coming down on the back of Cain's head with a thump. "Ah don't want t'know what yer dreamin' about, Juggernaut but couldcha stop moaning and writhin' like yer....' She made a face, rolling her eyes. "Ew, don't tell me cause Ah don't wanna know.
Growling, he rolled over and yanked the pillow over his head. "Don't wake me, I'm sleepin' in."