With a groan, Scott Summers rolls over, burrowing his head
under the pillow.
>>Scott, I know you're awake.<<
Times like this, he wished he wasn't married to a telepath.
Jean Gray. Fiery hair. Fiery eyes. And a regrettable tendency
to wake up at the crack of dawn. He reads the concern in her
thoughts that accompany the gentle sqeeze on his shoulder.
One hand fumbles for the ruby quartz glasses he must wear
to keep his optic blasts in check. He slips them on.
His breath catches in his throat as he opens his eyes. The
early morning light strikes Jean's hair in a brilliant halo
of red and gold. His body stirs with desire as he pulls her
down for a kiss.
"We don't have time -- hmph?!"
She finds herself responding, not only to the insistent kiss,
but also to the arousing thoughts of Scott's passionate love
for her. Like a moth to a flame, he draws her in. The gentle
brushing of mind against mind is matched by the caress of
skin across skin.
Until Jean jerks away with a sudden gasp.
"It's Gambit. I -- I've never sensed such panic in him.
His thoughts were the ones that woke me."
"Can you focus on him?"
Jean concentrates. In her mind, she feels a familiar tickles
as Scott's thoughts join hers, helping her to calm the raw
emotion she senses from the Cajun. Images. Thoughts. A jacket.
The gnawing sense of loss which dissolves into uneasy relief.
She feels Scott's hand tighten on hers as both minds catch
the glimpse of a broken body. She hears the resignation in
his voice has he acknowledges that, yet again, an X-man has
"Henry may need help treating her."
He nods, silently grim. Without a word, they change clothes.
Remy moves Rogue's head higher on his lap, reaching over
her to shift gears. The car responds smoothly. He grins. Rogue
did a helluva job restoring this beauty. He wonders what bits
of Shi'ar technology she might have snuck in when Professor
Xavier wasn't looking. His grip on her waist tightens as he
turns sharply onto the access road.
"Almost home, p'tite."
Rogue's blood seeps through his fingers, bringing his attention
back to the seriousness of the situation.
Had to do it, didn't you, Remy? Had to keep baitin' her
jus' to see how far you could go. Kept workin' your jaw even
after you knew you'd struck home. Even after you saw de hurt
in her eyes. Lucky t'ing she only had de pticher a beer t'dump
Rogue moans softly.
Was it worth it?
Something stirs. Somewhere in the darkness of unconsciousness,
Rogue's muddled thoughts struggle for light. Memories of another
time, another place. Years ago. Genoshans.
>>Don't pass out on us yet, sweetness.<<
She remembers falling, slamming into the floor as her powers
were stripped from her just as they had stripped her clothes.
Numbing pain from the impact. Wasn't so bad. Not as bad as
what they had planned for later.
A Genoshan guard grabs her from behind, pinning her arms
back. She gags on the scent of cheap aftershave and old sweat
as another guard presses against her. She struggles, swallowing
the bile that rises in her throat as her bare skin brushes
his uniform. The rough stubble of his cheek rubs against hers.
>>Oh yeah, mutie girl, I'm gonna enjoy you.<<
Continued in Chapter
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