Title: Same Coin, Different Sides: Rogue Author: Terri E-mail: xgrrl26@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17, naughtiness Archive: Peep Hut, Dolphin Haven, Agony and Ecstasy – anyone else, please ask ;) Feedback: Please? With a little chocolate sauce on top? Good, bad, and ugly welcome….. Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Darn. Summary: Installment # 14 of Same Coin, Different Sides. Logan gets his reward. But it doesn’t go off without a hitch – er, rather, some choking. Ziploc baggie inhalation. Creative use of condiments. Co-ed showering. Comments: As it has been pointed out, chocolate sauce may not actually serve the stated purpose here very well, but hey, it’s chocolate ;) Credit for the inspiration behind the Eyebrow of Disbelief goes to my boyfriend, and, thankfully, that’s just about the only thing in Logan and Marie’s interlude that he’s inspired (you’ll see what I mean….) – but I did feel like, for a change, everything shouldn’t go 100% smoothly for them the first time around ;)    ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OK, that was, um, different. Really different. Different in a very, very, extremely good way but still quite different. I didn’t know my body could do some of those things.   “Marie? You OK, darlin’?”   Yes, yes, I am very OK. I mean, I’m deeply OK. And very OK. Yes, I am OK.   “Marie?”   “Hmm?”   “You OK?”   “Oh! I didn’t answer you out loud.” Stupid brain. On the other hand, its been facing some formidable distractions this evening…..   “No, you didn’t. Marie – are you all right?”   “I’m OK.” Look at him – all confused and a little worried. He’s so cute. He’s so absolutely gorgeous. Yep, that’s my man – confused and cute.   “Marie?” Even cuter with that Eyebrow of Disbelief.   “I really am OK.” I actually think that ‘OK’ is an understatement. I don’t think that my body has ever, ever felt this good and if I’d known that him putting a scarf over my private parts and using his tongue on me was going to make me feel like this, I would’ve done it much, much, much sooner. This is……..I don’t think I have words to describe what this is. It’s sensual and I feel all floaty and relaxed and good and my heart is racing but I feel calm and –   “Marie, baby, you’re not sayin’ too much.”   “Do I usually talk a lot? I don’t talk all the time, do I?”   “Yeah, you do, and some talkin’ now would be a damn good thing.”   “Oh.” Oh, right. He’s wrangling me around to look at him because I didn’t talk, all I said was ‘oh.’ Heh. “I liked that a lot.”   “I could tell.” And he probably didn’t need his super-senses to figure it out. Uh-oh – I wonder if I hurt his ears with all that screaming.   “Are your ears OK?”   “Yeah, they’re fine.” More strange looks. OK, I can see how that might’ve seemed like a non-sequitur to someone who isn’t inside my brain. “Marie, you’re bein’ a little weird. You sure you’re OK?”   “I’m sure. And I’m more than OK. Thank you – you know, for all that.”   “My pleasure.” Really? I mean, he seems like he really means that but I thought maybe he wouldn’t like the scent or the taste or having to do it with the scarf. But he really seems like he means that. Well – good. I could stand doing a whole lot of this if he likes it too. “We can do it some more if you wanna, but, uh, maybe you need a break.” And maybe I should just reassure him a little bit that the oral sex extravaganza did not fry my brains. Well at least not permanently.   “I’m not weird. I am OK. It’s just that that felt amazingly good and I’m still kind of overwhelmed by it. I’m OK, honestly.”   “Good.” Whew – he finally believes me. Now I can go back to the nice floaty happy place. Ahhhh………endorphins. “You know, darlin’ – if you wanna, when you feel up to it, I could stand a turn.”   Ah – I did say that we’d both do it to each other when he promised not to kill Bobby. Not that that’s why I said it – well, OK, maybe a little, but I really am kind of curious. I’ve seen him naked down there before and even touched him some, but oral, um, things, are different. “I feel up to it.” And I know he’s got to be achingly hard by now – he keeps adjusting himself every few seconds and if I didn’t know better, I’d say his hand lingered a little more than it needed to on more than one of those occasions.   He needs some – as Jean would say in SexEd class, ‘fulfillment’ - pretty soon. “I’m ready. Do you want me to use the scarf?”   “Uh-uh. I can put on a condom. I got some right here.” Hee – he’s fumbling all over himself in a hurry to get those out of the nightstand drawer. Yes, I think he needs fulfillment, and pronto. Funny how used to it you get – seeing a man naked, touching someone, and now – the whole oral thing. We’re lovers, we’re really lovers. And I haven’t even gotten him once with my skin so far despite the increasing number of naked things we do together, thank God. “There we go. Ready. Ready. I’m ready now.”   “So, you’re ready?”   “Marie……..”   “Sorry, sugar – couldn’t help teasing you a little.”   Whoa – burning look in his eyes now and he really wasn’t kidding about being ready – I don’t think it’s ever been that big before. “I’m gonna wantcha to tease me a lot, Marie, but not this time.”   Got it. And I hope he can tell by my expression that I really am sorry for teasing. In fact, I’m going to make it up to him right now. “Show me, sugar.”   “Use your tongue – lick up and down.” I’m so glad he’s not shy about teaching me. I want to do what he likes, you know? And being the woefully inexperienced and deadly kind of gal that I am, I don’t really have the first clue what that might be. “Yeah, like that – just like that. Don’t stop.”   No worries there, even if the condom does taste icky. Maybe we can get some flavored ones. I know Jubes talked about them once – they’ve got to be sold somewhere around here, right?   “Take me – take me in your mouth, deep as you can. Marie, just – oh!” Oh my – that feels kind of weird. Maybe it’s just because we’re using a condom, but it feels kind of like inhaling a ziploc baggie. Kind of icky. “God, baby, yes……..” But Logan sure seems to like it, so maybe I’ll just keep going like that. “Fuck yes……….” Wait a second, wait a second – nobody said anything about thrusting it into my mouth like that. What’s he doing?   “Mmm – ”   “God, Marie!”   “Gakkkk!” Choking! Choking now! Must get this out of my mouth!   “Shit, baby, sorry – you OK?”   “Ack……”   “Just breathe. Just breathe in deep.” Whew. That was unpleasant. “There ya go. You’re OK. Sorry about that, darlin’. I kinda got carried away.”   “It’s OK.” Aw – now he’s hugging me. But in this position I can feel really, really well how, ahem, still in need of fulfillment he is. “Let me try again.”   “OK. I won’t, um – ” I kind of think he will, and maybe I should suggest something else so that I won’t inhale the condom when he does.   “Hey, Logan – can we take the condom off and try a scarf? I know it’d be a little weird but the plastic-y taste is kind of ishy.”   “Hmmm. You might choke on the material. I got another idea. Stay right here.” Heh – he looks so cute just walking around naked. Really hairy, but damn cute. You know, the view of his retreating butt is truly a thing of wonder – he’s got a downright magnificent butt. And that butt’s all mine. I just love that – my Logan. You know – maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about the plastic taste because I do want to please him and it’s really not that bad once you get used to it, I bet, and – “How about this?”   Oh dear Lord, this man is brilliant. Just brilliant. “Chocolate sauce!”   “Yep. Do ya think it’ll be enough to stop your skin from kickin’ in?”   Oh dear Lord, I am a *moron*. I forgot, just for a second, about my skin – the whole damn reason that we have to use a condom or something in the first place. Stupid, stupid Marie – complaining about the plastic-y taste while he’s risking his life just to do this at all with me. God, I have never felt so selfish in my entire life. “We can – you know, maybe we should just go back to the condom because it’s – it’s just chocolate sauce, and I’m not sure if………..”   “Marie?”   “I’m not sure if it’ll work.” And I’m really, really sorry for complaining in the first place. Oh, Logan – I really am stupid sometimes, and I’m so sorry. “Let’s just go back to using the condom, OK? That’s safer.”   “But you didn’t like it.”   “It’s not bad. I just have to get used to it.”   “We can try this.” Looking at me with this really curious, trying-to-unwrap-something look now. I bet I’m showing how upset I am with myself – or smelling like it. “You like chocolate.”   “I do, but I – I shouldn’t have complained. The condom is safer. Logan, the last thing I’d want to do is hurt you. I’m really sorry.”   “You won’t hurt me.”   “I won’t mean to, but I might.”   “Marie……..” Oh, no, don’t do that – don’t come over here and sit down, all ready for some serious discussion. Certain parts of you are ready for something else and I already feel horrible for making you wait and not being able to do what you wanted and complaining and - “Marie – just trust me, OK? We’ll try this, and if it works with your skin, we can use that instead of the condom. If not, we’ll think of somethin’ else. Darlin’, I wantcha to like doin’ this for me, and I wantcha to do it a lot. We’ll figure out what works.”   “And I could put you in a coma in the process.”   “You won’t. I’ll pull away if I feel anythin’ – well, anythin’ bad. Come on, darlin’, trust me.”   OK. OK. I can trust him. I can trust him to do that. “OK. But let me – let me put it on you.” Hello – I can tell by his expression that he wasn’t thinking of me doing it, but that he *really* likes that idea. Well, good – maybe that will get us back on track here. I guess I’ll just put some on then. There – that’s not so hard.   “God………”   Well, certain things are hard. Heh. “Is that OK?” I think that’s enough to protect him.   “Yeah, baby. Just – just – ” Just take my tongue and lick you up and down? I remember the previous lesson, sugar, I was paying attention. “Aaaahhhhhhhhhh………..” So far so good – no skin reaction, and Logan is finally enjoying himself a little. “*Fuck* that’s good…..” Or a lot. “Baby, just – just – ” Yes, sugar, I know, take you in my mouth. OK, that’s the scary part. Plenty of skin contact will be going on and I’ll have to slather on a little more of the chocolate sauce, but I think I can do it. Here goes……   “Unnnh!!! Marie – unnnnnnhhhh!!!!!!”   Oh my – I didn’t think he’d do *that*. At least not so quickly and not right in my mouth. I know we kind of didn’t discuss the logistics of it all, but I didn’t think he’d just, um, do that.   “Oh, God, Marie……..” Coming down, and looking at me. Well, I guess I should, um, remove my mouth now. “C’mere.” Hugging me again, which is nice, but all this is still a little weird. I guess I should just – OK, that big gulping swallow wasn’t subtle. All of a sudden I just feel really slutty. I mean, here I am with chocolate all over my mouth and his – his – “It’s OK, Marie, it’s OK.”   “Sorry.”   “Don’t be. I surprised ya, huh?”   “You could say that.”   “Didn’t mean to. Just – couldn’t help it. Your mouth felt so good and I was so ready – I didn’t mean to surprise ya like that the first time though.”   “So, maybe on the twentieth time, you were planning to just….”   “Nah, I wanted to ask you for that. Sorry.” I know he means it. And I know it’s not really a big deal – it only is to me because – well, because I’ve never done this before. And because I’m falling for him, and I want him to be nice to me and that felt kind of not-nice. “Marie? Talk, OK?”   “I’m just a little shaky.”   “I know. Talk.”   “I like you, but I kind of didn’t like that.”   “’Cause I surprised ya?”   “Yeah, I guess. I just………..I guess I don’t know.” Well, that’s helpful, Marie. And articulate. “I guess I shouldn’t have made you wait or asked to – ”   “Nah. Listen – I didn’t mean anythin’ bad by doin’ that. Just – I couldn’t stop.” I can understand that, I really can, but – “Hmph. Say somethin’ else. Talk more.”   “You talk.” I’ve pretty much said everything I can think of that won’t make me either blush until I explode or make me sound like an idiot, so it’s your turn. Besides, it’s not fair that I say what I’m thinking but you don’t. Especially when I don’t have super-senses to help me figure out what you’re thinking.   “OK…………….” Well, make with the talking, mister. “I…..um……..” Not as easy as it looks, is it? “I meant what I said about wantin’ you to like this and wantin’ to do this with you a lot.”   “OK.”   “But you’re thinkin’ I meant somethin’ bad by just lettin’ go and even though it was kinda inconsiderate, I didn’t mean anythin’ bad by it. Just – I couldn’t hold back. You make me crazy.”   “Yeah?” Because believe me, I really don’t think of myself as sex-goddess Rogue.   “Yeah.” Oh no, that relieved sigh won’t get you out of more talking. No way.   “And?”   “And?”   “And what else?”   “That’s pretty much it, darlin’. I ain’t a complicated man. You’re mine, and I’m yours and that’s how it is – we’ll work out everythin’ else, ‘cause we’re a ‘we’ now, right?” That’s – that’s actually so sweet. He’s always been fond of saying that I’m his but he’s never said that he’s mine before. “Uh….right?”   “Right.” He’s going to get hugged within an inch of his life for that, metal skeleton or no.   “Whew. Well, OK, then. I gotta go shower this off – wanna come with me?”   “In the shower?”   “Yeah. Or are ya full up with new things today?”   “No, no – it’s just that my skin – I couldn’t go naked.”   “I’m thinkin’ me naked first, then I’ll throw somethin’ on and shower you. Then back to bed for more – more for you first and then more for me and this time I won’t surprise ya, I promise.”   “Logan, you don’t have to promise – I mean, if it happens……..”   “If it happens, you won’t like doin’ this with me, and I wantcha to like it. I like everythin’ we do, and you should too. Look, I’ll just take care of myself if it gets to be too much. I don’t wanna make it bad for you. I wantcha to feel OK about stuff we do. Whaddya think?”   I think you’re really amazing, and I think I’m really, really falling in love with you. And I think that if more for me is anywhere as amazing as it was before, I am definitely on board with that plan. “Sounds good.”     “Mph.” And that’s it – he’s off to the shower. You know – that was kind of weird, and not movie-perfect, but it wasn’t a bad first time for doing those things together. It was bumpy, but he was pretty good to me, really, and I didn’t kill him with my skin. For two mutants, what more can you ask for, really? Yeah, things are going pretty good. Things are going great, actually. “Marie? You ready to hop in?”   Yes, sugar, yes, I think I am.