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                       Rogue Desire  
                    by Lady Amethyst

   Rogue tossed restlessly in bed unable to sleep. Eventually she sat up
in annoyance, she wasn't even vaguely tired, what she was was horny.

   "God damn it," she swore. "If ya had to make it impossible for me to 
touch people then why in hell d'ya give me the desire to."

   She stood up and paced the room kicking clothes into corners and
finally stopping in front of the mirror. Looking at herself she reached
down and pulled her nightshirt over her head. Throwing it aside she
removed her panties too and stared at her body. She wasn't all that 
slim, not like Storm or Psylocke, more voluptuous she thought. She
rather liked the sound of that.

   "Voluptuous," she said softly cupping her breasts.

   She lifted them up a little and looking down took her left nipple into
her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. It hardened instantly. She
tried the other and it too responded at once. Sighing she moved over to 
lean against the wall that seperated her room from Remy's. Closing her
eyes she pictured him, naked as he had been that day she'd spied on him
as he took a shower. Heat ran through her body at the memory.

   "Ah wish you could come through an' watch me Remy but ah know you.
You'd just want more. Most pig-headed, stubborn man ah ever met."

   Rogue moved away from the wall and sat on the edge of the bed facing the

mirror with her legs parted. She ran her hand through the curly dark
red hair between her legs thoughtfully.

------

   On the other side of the wall Gambit peered through a small hole cut in 
behind the mirror where he had scraped off a small portion of the silver 
coating its back. It had been a joke at first, just to see if it would work
he'd told himself. I'll fill it in again once I find out. But it had worked
and he hadn't filled it in and he found it harder and harder not to watch 
her. She seemed to like watching herself in the mirror and God knows it was
the closest he could get to her. But it was so cheap. Sleazy. But then who 
was to know?

------

   In her room Rogue parted the lips of her pussy, lifting one leg up
onto the bed to give herself a better view. She stroked her finger up
catching her clitoris lightly with her nail as she passed it. She
almost hated herself for playing this game as it gave her no release
but she felt drawn to try anyway. Orgasm, sounds so simple. She had
felt it, but never by touching herself, only in her mind. In her
fantasies and her dreams she could reach that climax but still she longed
for the concrete, for touch, for his touch. She continued to tease her
clitoris, an unfortunately stupid word she thought, feeling a mix of
heat and almost pain. Is that all pleasure is then she wondered, just a
twisted form of pain. Always so intertwined in thought, the pleasure
and the pain, the pain and the pleasure. She grasped herself between two
of her nails and pinched hard, she cried out in pain but yes, there was
pleasure there too. She felt cheap staring at herself in a mirror all
alone. Sometimes when she was in bed half asleep she could make her
fantasies so real that it was as if there was someone there. But the
minute she tried too hard, got excited enough to touch herself, they went
away and she was alone again. She stood up and wandered around the room, 
one hand still teasing between her legs.

   "Ah bet ah'm the only virgin in this whole building. Ah bet even
Jubilee's done it. Ah bet Scott 'n Jean are doin' it right now."

   She looked out the window at the single light she could see from Jean
and Scott's window then kicked her dresser hard enough to scatter the 
stuff on top of it across the floor. Her candlestick landed by her foot 
sending the candle rolling under the bed. She crawled under and picked it 
up but as she moved to replace it in its holder she paused and held it up 
to the light thoughtfully, running her finger up its length. She started 
to carry it back to the bed before changing her mind.

   "No dammit all, not this time."

   She stuck the candle back in its holder and threw herself into bed
pulling the covers tight around her. She reached out and switched the
light off but after shivering in the dark a few moments she changed her
mind and switched it on again. She closed her eyes and composed herself
to sleep, to no avail. She couldn't get comfy and every time she moved
her hand seemed to gravitate to her pussy. Still she persevered for a
half hour to ignore her body. Eventually she sat up in frustration and
stared at herself angrily in the mirror. Thumping her fist against the
mattress she pulled herself forward so she was once again sitting on
the edge of the bed staring at herself. She lay back on the bed and
stared at the ceiling as she allowed her hands once more to stray. With
one hand she rubbed gently at her clitoris while the other hand moved
lower to circle the entrance to her vagina.

------

   In his room Remy had been alerted by the thump of her fist against the
mattress and moved to his vantage point again.

   "Oh Chere dat's right. Give Gambit sometin' interestin' to look at."

   Keeping his eye glued to the wall he lowered one hand to his waist and
pulled off his shorts. Licking his lips he clasped his penis and slowly
started to stroke it. 

   "Rogue chere. Gambit know you wouldn't approve but you ain't de only
one with drives an' I get de feeling you'd rather this than I was wit
someone else."

------

   On her bed Rogue slid a finger inside herself feeling the strange
texture of the tissue that closed around her finger. She added another 
finger, pushing deeper inside and out and in, rubbing against her clit
with each stroke. But she wanted more, something that would fill her 
completely. She stood up, her fingers still working inside her and picked
up the candle she had discarded earlier. She climbed onto the bed and faced
the mirror in a kneeling position. Then she held the candle so the tip
buried into the bed and the rest jutted straight up toward her pussy. She 
slid her legs apart so the base of the candle now touched her entrance. 
She wiggled her hips around gently, working the candle inside her. Then 
she slowly slid her knees further and further apart watching herself sink
lower and the candle plunge deeper. Her hands were on her breasts and 
stomach stroking herself. She bit her lip at the twinge of pain as the 
candle reached as far as it could go. She knelt back up taking the candle
up with her and stared at herself. In her eyes tears started to form, she
tried to hold them back but they spilled over running down her cheeks and
dripping onto her breasts. She grabbed the tip of the candle and pulled it
out with a gasp. Hurling it across the room she fell onto the bed and let
her tears flow freely.

------

   On the other side of the wall Gambit pushed his hands against the wall
as if to reach out to her.

   "I'm here Chere. I'm right here for you."

   Turning away he quickly pulled on a poloneck top, tracksuit bottoms, 
socks and gloves and ran out the door and into Rogue's room. Hearing the 
noise she turned around pulling the covers in front of her.

   "Remy, whatchyou..."

   "Hush Chere. Everytin' gon' be alright." He climbed onto the bed beside
her. "Noone has t'be alone when dey don' want t' be." He came around
behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back down 
to lie on the bed with him. He wrapped his legs over hers and buried his
face into her soft hair. "Now don' dat feel better Rogue?"

   Rogue turned around in his embrace and buried her face against his 
chest. "Ah love ya so much Remy," she said through her tears. "For every
time ya do somethin' stupid an' pig headed ya do somethin' like this. An
it more'n makes up for it."

   "You know Gambit'll always be here when you really need him."

   "Ah know."

The End

