<HTML><PRE>Disclaimer: Storm, Rogue, Gambit and all other X-men characters and concepts are trademark of Marvel Comics. 
Warning: This story contains adult material and should not be read if you are under the age of 18 or are offended by such material.



One Night of Relief
By, Charredwing



	The night is still and silent in this old warehouse department. The only evident movement is that of a few rodents scurrying about, and one beautiful young woman creeping among the empty crates and tin drums. She’s searching for something in this darkness. The way she lurks about, turning her head to every slight sound shows that she’s looking for a person. Someone is being hunted this night. Though this woman seems defenseless and unarmed she is more formidable than the most decorated of soldiers. She moves quickly yet quietly in her light green body suit. However, a slight rubbing sound does arise from the rubbing of her bomber jacket against her lithe body. Her face glistens with a thin coat of sweat, which seems to highlight her emerald green eyes. The green head band, which holds back her skunk-striped brown hair, is already moist from her persperations. The emblem on her jacket of an encircled X shows her affiliation to the outlaw band of mutants known as the X-Men. This powerful young woman is known only as Rogue. She has super strength and the ability to fly. Unfortunately, she is also cursed with the power to steal the power, minds and memory of any she comes in skin-to-skin contact with. This of course keeps her from having a physically intimate relationship. Yet, it doesn’t keep her from falling in love. 
	Behind her, she hears something stir. She turns to look, yet sees only blackness. <Kablamm!!> An explosion suddenly erupts to her side. As strong as she is, she is still thrown by the force. She lands on the ground ten feet away. Wearily, she lifts her head and looks to the shadows from which the explosive had come. There’s nothing there. Slowly, she stands, and walks to the explosion. She bends over and picks up a slightly charred object. It’s a playing card, the king of hearts to be precise. 
	“You gotta pay mo’ attention Chere.” From the shadows a handsome, well-built man in a trench coat walks forth. A smile is spread across his charming face. “You could really get hurt if someone wanted ya to be.” He had a French accent to his voice, which was calm and as soft as silk. Every word was like sweet honey, and he made you want more. “I hope you didn’t get hurt. And if you did happen to get any unsightly bruises upon that beautiful body, I’d more than happy to kiss it and make it all betta’.”
	“Gambit...” It’s the only word that she allows to slip through her red lips. He was once part of the X-Men. But, she hadn’t seen him since she left him to fend for himself in the freezing arctic. His unhonorable discharge came upon him, because of the crimes of his past. He had assisted in the morlock massacre, and for that he was punished. Yet, he had been more than just a teammate. He was her only true love. 
	“Well, chere, how you been doin?” As he asked, he walked forward. Standing before her, with that inviting smile upon his face, she so wanted to kiss him, but she knew better. She almost threw her arms around him, but something else stopped her. Instead she wrapped her arms around her own form. Suddenly, the warehouse seemed to have gotten much colder. Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came forth. Tears began to swell within her eyes, and those lips began to quiver. “Don’t worry, chere. Remy’s here for you.” He reached out and wrapped his strong arms around her sobbing form. She then unfolded her arms and hugged him hard. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. Her began to caringly caress her head as he continued to speak. “Ssshhhh. It’s all right. I’ll always be here for you.”
	She lifted her head from his shoulder, with tears still running down her face. “Comp-computer, end program.” She spoke in sobs, but the computer understood. An electrically buzz sounded as the warehouse was replaced by a well lit metallic room, and the man she held in her arms faded away like a dream upon awakening. Her arms came to lye crossed upon her chest, as short sobs still shook her. It had all been no more than an illusion, a Danger room sequence. She took a deep cleansing breath to calm her self. After giving a sniffle, she wiped her eyes and left the cold metallic room. 

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	Rogue walked distant-mindedly through the empty, underground hallways of the X-mansion. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, and she still sobbed. “Come on girl...” she spoke to herself. “Pull yourself together.” She wiped her eyes, stood up straight and let her arms drop to her sides. Her eyes were still puffy and moist with tears, but she was much more collected. This had been the third night in a row that she attempted to face Gambit in holographic form. Everytime, she came to the same problem. She felt guilty for what she had done to him. Maybe it was because she had done terrible things in her past as well, or maybe it was because she always told him that it didn’t matter what he had done in his past, she would still love him. No matter what the reason, she was plagued by this unending guilt. 
	She tried not to think about it, but she was unsuccessful. He was in everyone of her thoughts and everyone of her dreams. And she knew that somewhere out there, he was suffering from the same affliction with her. The difference is, she felt guilt, he must feel betrayal. Nonetheless, she tried to think of other things. <Sniff,sniff> 
	“Whew. I gotta take a showa’.” A nice warm shower would help to ease her this night. Usually, she would have to take cold showers, which was just one more way to keep from acting upon her physical needs as a woman. It didn’t always help. She spent more than a few nights masturbating herself into slumber. She lost her virginity to a vibrator that belonged to Mystique. She had never made love to a real human being before, and she thought she never would. That is until that night in the caves in Antarctica. They had been captured by nanny and they were without their powers. It was their one chance and they took it. She and Gambit made love that night. Then two days later, she left him to the frozen wastelands. That could’ve caused more than a little of her guilt, but she never regretted it. To her one night of passion was worth the risk, as long as it was with him. What she regrets is that she lost the only man who loved her unconditionally, and didn’t care that they couldn’t touch. More importantly, he was the only man to ever break through the emotional defenses that she had set to keep herself from being hurt. It wasn’t his charm, smooth talking or good looks, it was just something about him that she truly believed in. That’s why she loved him. She thought than she could believe in him. And when she heard of what he had done, and how he had deceived her and the rest of the X-Men, that belief was lost. Now what could she believe in? 
	She laid her worries to rest as she headed for the underground locker rooms. She could take a shower there. It was two in the morning. No one would be in there at this time of night, or so she thought. Yet, when she entered the girls locker room, she could hear the spray of water from the showers. The locker room was much like that of a gym locker room. The room is long and rectangular with two rows of lockers run along one side, and the shower area running along the other. The shower area had five open heads for use, and a short divider between it and the locker area. Toward the back of the room were three bathroom stalls and four sinks on the wall to the side of the stalls. The floors were tiled, and the entrance to the room was through a sliding metal door. 
	Hearing the water run, she was curious as to who was keeping her from relaxation this night. Stealthily, she crept to the end of the lockers and peered around the corner to see who was using it. There beneath the spray of the center shower head was her teammate, Storm. She is the leader of the X-men’s gold team, and she was Gambit’s best friend. She was the one introduced him to the X-Men. She was the one who introduced him to Rogue. None of the X-Men could blame her for bringing him to their doorstop. She owed him her life, and he never told her about his past. He was always very secretive. Now this white haired, Nubian goddess stood beneath the flowing waters, just trying to wash away the stress of her life. Her long, thin hands traveled up her firm ebony body carefully caressing her tense muscles. She began by rubbing her outer thighs. Then her hands moved up to her sides, massaging them soothingly. Her hands moved to her lower back. As she worked her fingers against her flesh, she bent her head back and gave a slight moan of relief. With her head back, Rogue could see that Orora(Storm) had her eyes closed as she continued to release delicate moans through out the room. 
	Rogue’s heart began to race, and breathing became heavy and shallow. She could feel a warmth in her breasts and in crotch. She was getting turned on, watching her teammate shower. She pulled her head back around the corner and hid. “What am I doing?” She thought to herself. “This is a woman!” She took another peek at the showers and noticed storm massaging her shoulders, each hand on the opposing shoulder. She rolled her head slowly to loosen her neck. She then moved her hands downward, still massaging along the way, until she reached her pert, round breasts. They weren’t as large as Rouge’s, but they were still more than a hand full. She cupped one in each hand, and tentatively squeezed and fondled them. Rogue’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. 
	“Oh mah gahd.” Rogue whispered to herself. She couldn’t believe that she was seeing Storm masturbate! Storm was one of the most conservative people Rogue had ever known. Yet here she was, standing in a shower, committing one of the lewdest acts that Rogue had ever witnessed. Not that she could blame storm. Rogue herself masturbated night, and sometimes twice a day. But to see someone like Orora fondling herself, was still an uncanny thing. 
	Storm continued to fondle her breasts. Then she began playing with her round brown nipples. She rolled them between her thumb and index fingers, until they became erect. Though Rogue had never before been turned on by a women, this was driving her wild with lust. Her breathing got heavier, and she could feel that unmistakable moisture between her legs. She could feel her hand working its way to her own breasts as if she had no control over it. When she saw Storm lean her head forward and bring her right nipple to her mouth, she couldn’t resist. Rogues hands came to her breasts and began fondling them fervently. She massaged her full round globes as she continued to watch Storm suck on her own nipples. Rogue had done that herself. She loved the way it felt. It also reminded her of that night in the caves with Gambit. He had sucked on her nipples as well. She returned her attention to Storm, who had now switched breasts. Rogue gave a tender moan, too light for Storm to hear, as she felt her nipples harden beneath the lycra bodysuit. 
	As Storm sucked on her left nipple, her free hand traveled south. She massaged her shapely stomach, running her tender fingers over her tiny naval. Her hand reached her inner thigh and caressed its way up to her white haired mound. Seeing this almost made Rogue cum. There was no escaping it now. She had to cum, or she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. So, she would watch the rest of the “show”, and get herself off, then she’d wait for Storm to leave, then she’d take her shower, and maybe cum again. As she passionately massaged her heaving globes she moved her left hand down to her now swollen cunt. She spread her legs and ran her fingers earnestly over her covered pussy. The body suit was a one piece with a zipper in the back, to take it off she would have to remove her jacket and pull it off, leaving her top half naked. She’d be too vulnerable like that. At least this way, she could just drop her hands and say that she just walked in, if Storm caught her watching. Even through the body suit, she could feel every part of her genitalia. Her labia was aching for her attention, and her clit was swollen and rubbing against the crotch of her suit, which gave a great sensation. This is probably because she never wore any kind of under garments. She found them to restraining.
	Storm turned around and leaned back against the wall of the shower. Her nipple had left her mouth, but she still tweaked it between her fingers. Her other hand still roamed her nether regions, daintily caressing her labia. Her own juices were unmistakable, even with the flow of water pouring over her. Eyes closed and moans escaping her mouth, she spread her long ebony legs, and began to massage her pussy faster. Now Rogue had a great view of Storm’s cunt as she vigorously frigged herself. Rogue could feel her own orgasm rising as she rubbed at her aching clit. She had never been so turned on. Storm slid two fingers up into her love hole and proceeded to finger fuck herself, while still rubbing her clit with her thumb. She leaned hard against the wall as her orgasm built. Her eyes shut tight and her mouth opened slightly as she eagerly fucked herself to orgasm. Rogue could also feel her juices beginning to flow. And simultaneously, they both came. The sweet honey dripped from their cunts, as they bucked and screamed with orgasmic pleasure.
	Rogue leaned against the lockers, breathing heavy and still coming down from her orgasmic high. That was the most exhilarating orgasm she had ever experienced, and it had come from watching another woman. It took Rogue a second to think about where she was standing. She was at the end of the lockers, and right within Storm’s view. When Rogue lifted her head she was shocked to meet the blue eyes of Storm, staring at her from the shower, while the water continued to flow down her muscular form. Rogue swallowed hard with fear. This was the end. Storm knew that Rogue had been watching her. It was obvious. Especially, since Rogue’s hands still clung to her breast and genatalia. Noticing this, she immediately dropped her hands, revealing a dark stain around her crotch. She stood up straight and tried to relax, but her face was turning beet red with her embarressment. She was surprised to see a smirk appear on Storm’s face. 
	She turned of the water and walked toward the opening in the dividers, while never taking her eyes away from Rogue. Rogue didn’t know why she didn’t just walk away as if nothing happened, but something kept her from leaving. Storm picked up a white towel, which had been slung over the divider. Breaking off her eye contact with Rogue, she began to nonchalantly dry herself off as Rogue sat by and watched. When her body was dry, she quickly dried her hair as much as possible with the towel. Then, she threw the towel back onto the divider and turned back to Rogue. 
	“So, did you enjoy what you saw?” Rogue was shocked to here the conservative team leader ask such a question. She couldn’t even respond. “Well?”
	“Uh...uh...” She struggle for words as she still looked over Storm’s nude body. “I...I...um...” She took a deep breath and answered as she exhaled. “Yes.” Storm’s smile widened.
	“Well, if you enjoyed it so much, I don’t see why I shouldn’t get the same chance.” 
	“What?”
	“You got to watch me. Now I want to watch you.” Rogue couldn’t believ her ears. This woman who was her friend, teammate, and most recently her subject of voyeurism was asking her to masturbate. 
	“Um...I don’t think we...shou...” Her words were cut short by the feeling of Storm’s fingers upon her crotch. Rogue winced in pleasure. How could she have ever expected this? The southern belle was shocked once more as Orora reached behind Rogue’s back and pulled their bodies tightly together. Her arm was the only thing between them as she continued to molest her lover’s hungry cunt. Their breasts pressed against each other, and an unbearable heat rose between their bodies, but they wanted more. 
	“Please.” How could she refuse?
	“Yes.” Their eyes locked on each other in a way that their very passion seemed to sit before them as some inanimate object.
	“Come on.” Storm broke the embrace, took Rogue’s hand and led her to the area between the two rows of lockers. There was a bench which ran down the center of the aisle. She sat Rogue on the bench, then she turned to one of locker and opened it. She removed her black gloves from the locker and put them on. A warm smile was on her face as she turned back to Rogue. The skunk-haired beauty could do nothing but sit there with a dumb smile on her face as she didn’t know what to expect. Then, Orora crouched down, and began to unfasten, Rogue’s yellow boots. She slid them off slowly and seductively, and sat them neatly aside. When they were both off she delicately ran her fingers over the soles of Rogue’s feet. Then her hands moved up the young woman’s ankle and up her leg. Her hands continued over the the well muscled abdomen, and up to those large glorious breasts. She cupped and fondled the warm, round globes, recieving moans of pleasure for her efforts. She then released the largest breasts, and proceeded to remove Rogue’s bomber jacket. Calmly, she folded the jacket and and layed at the end of the bench. Her hands then reached to the back of Rogue’s body suit as she grabbed the zipper and slowly unzipped it. Rogue gave a slight sigh as Storm ran her fingertips over the exposed flesh of her back. She then grabbed the fabric and peeled it from Rogue’s body. The southerner squeezed her fists tight so as not to lose her gloves while removing her sleeves, and she had to lift her bottom from the bench to remove the suit. When Storm had Rogue’s bofy suit off, she folded it as well and laid it on top of the jacket. Then she looked at the breath taking nude body before her. Rogue’s body was very strong and muscular due to her work, and her skin was pale from having to wear body suits constantly. Her large, firm breasts stood out with those large pink nipples hard and erect and waiting to be sucked. Storm so wanted to suck tose nipples, but she knew what would happen if she did. Her eyes then traveled down to Rogue’s wet cunt. Even her pubic hair had white skunk-stripe down the middle of that brown hair, and it was all matted to her skin by cum. Storm licked her lips in arousal. She so wanted to taste Rouge’s sweetness. Her fingers went to Rogue’s cunt to retrieve some of Rogue’s honey. She drew her hand to her mouth with just a sample. With great earnest she sucked the cum from her gloved fingers as she relished the taste of Rogue. She removed the fingers from her mouth and looked back to her lover with that smile on her face, which Rogue was coming to know so well. Storm then straddled the bench and motioned for Rogue to do the same. Rogue anxiously followed the order. As she sat there gazing into the lustful eyes of her lover, Rogue wanted nothing more than to cum. 
	“Play with yourself for me. Get off for me.” Finally, Storm had given her the command. Eagerly, the southern belle reached to her breasts and began to fondle them lewdly. Orora stared on in excitement as she to began to play with her own dark nipples. Quickly, Rogue dropped her left hand to her hungry pussy. She began to furiously finger herself. All she wanted to do was cum. Storm did the same, and for about two minutes they just sat there, watching each other play with their pussies. Until, Storm reached out and pulled Rogue’s hand from her cunt. Rogue stared at her in surprise, and saw a mischievous smile sprawled across her face. She then brought Rogue’s hand to her own cunt and instructed Rogue to get her off. As the belle began to finger the Nubian, Storm reached over to Rogue’s pussy and did the same to her. Both fucked the other’s hand passionately as they climbed higher and higher to orgasm. Then, like an explosion, they both climaxed together. They sprayed their juices all over the others hand as they moaned in orgasm. Then, they both took away their gloved hands and sucked the others juices off their fingers. Storm rose, took a towel from her locker and wrapped it around herself. Then, quietly she walked to the door with Rogue’s eyes following her the whole way. She opened the door, then turned back to her new lover.
	“Maybe next time, we can shower together.” Then, she walked away, leaving a nude and cum-covered Rogue sitting on the bench awed by what had just happened. This had been the most exciting night of her life. It was even as exciting as that night with Gambit. 
	“Gambit...” She hadn’t thought about him throughout the whole time with Storm. Maybe this was just the kind of therapy she needed.


The End


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