"No offense, Remy, but this goop makes me feel like
ah been swimmin' in the swamp."
He eases his leg over her thigh, sliding her back to his
chest. His damp palm cups her breast to his lips for a kiss.
Rogue sighs. Remy's finger smears a glob of the lubricating
gel across her lips. Rogue's tongue darts out playfullly.
"Tastes like -- strawberries?"
Remy grins, reveling in the surprise he has planned. He wraps
her body in his, enjoying the firm swell of breast and hip
pressing against his sensitive skin. His cheek rubs her shoulder.
"Mm-hmm. Strawberry flavored -- "
He turns her face to his, watching her eyes.
" -- an' heat activated."
Years ago, Remy LeBeau discovered he was a mutant, gifted
with the ability to charge an object and release its kinetic
energy. Over time, with practice, he learned to perfect the
subtler nuances of his powers. As Rogue is about to discover.
A ball of heat curls outward from his belly, igniting his
veins. His mouth closes on Rogue's possessively. Remy slowly
releases his charge across their gel-covered bodies. Rogue
gasps at the sudden ripple of fire that jumps from his skin
to hers. She cries out again as the heat, along with his fingers,
She relaxes under his caress. He nudges her knees, sliding
his palms along her thighs, opening her sex to him. She bucks
wildly as he thrusts his mouth deep into her, savoring the
salty warmth with each flick of his tongue.
"Oh ... mah ... lord."
"Is it good, cherie? Hm? Only sweetness, mignonne, only
de pleasure your body was made t'enjoy."
He circles her, chuckling with delight when she responds
to an agonizingly slow lick with a soft moan. Her hands tighten
against him, holding his head to her.
"Somethin' wrong, sugah?"
He nuzzles her belly.
"Not a t' ing, p'tite."
Not a t' ing, LeBeau, 'cept what you're doin' to her ain't
enough. Don' matter dat her body respondin'. You ain't gettin'
through to her heart.
He studies her face. Looks past the flush of arousal to the
troubled shadows darkening her emerald eyes. Glimpses the
flash of remembered pain a moment before Rogue closes her
eyes tight against sudden tears.
Y'know what she needs. Jus' ain't sure you willin' to
give it to her. Neh?
He kisses the tears from her cheeks, lets his lips trace
the soft skin of her closed eyes.
Concluded in Chapter
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