Arriving back at the motel, Rogue hurried inside and headed for the bathroom. She undressed and tossed her bloodstained clothes in a plastic bag. Stepping into the shower, she let the warm water run off her sweat-dried skin.
~ Fuckin’ X-Men, I had that son of a bitch.~
Opting to keep her eyes closed against the spray, Rogue reached blindly for her shower gel; pouring a generous amount into her hands.
Opening the mental cage that held Wolverine, Rogue went through his memories. The images flew by; a tank with green water, doctors, scalpels, Xavier’s, the red head and a furry blue guy. The last image she saw was that of a dark-skinned woman with white hair and white widened eyes. Rogue laughed at the oddness of it all before stumbling across the memories from earlier that evening.
~Bingo.~
~No bra. Nice~
“Playtime is over.”
“Look into my eyes when you’re fucking me!”
Moaning at the sudden stimulation, Rogue ran her hands down her body. Cupping her full breasts, she rolled her nipples between her fingers; enjoying the slipping sensation created by the shower gel. She moved a hand further down, dipping it in between her legs and rubbing her swollen clit before pushing a single digit into her molten core. Pumping in and out a few times, Rogue quickly became dissatisfied and added a second. As the rhythm increased, so did the playback of images; each one appearing and fading in white like a camera flash.
“… when you’re fucking me!”
The words echoed in Rogue’s mind as she remembered the look on Wolverine’s face when she switched her skin on.
Feeling him thrust into her willing body, she sped up her fingers; quickly exploding into millions of pieces. Panting as she came down, Rogue slid down the shower wall.
Climbing out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around her body and walked out into the bedroom. She contemplated her options; she could pack-up and leave, or she could see the job through. Going with the second would be more difficult; Wolverine knew her, her face, her scent… her taste. There was no chance of a sneak attack, but his memories could help in formulating the new plan.
Discarding his very impressive list of sexual conquests, Rogue focused on Xavier’s school and the X-Men; putting names to faces and powers to people. She looked for a weak link as the Wolverine in her head bitched and moaned. Slapping him down, she continued; bypassing memories of the lab. Realizing that she would be facing the entire X-Team, Rogue filed through missions; trying to get the inside track on how they operated. Satisfied that she’d be ok for the night, she put Wolverine back in his cage, removed her towel and climbed into bed.
Rising the next morning, Rogue took a quick shower and headed out the door; taking the plastic bag with her dirty clothes along. Climbing into her rental car, she started out; stopping at an abandoned lot. Bag in hand, along with some lighter fluid and a match, Rogue burned her bloody clothes in a nearby thrash bin; driving off before anyone could see.
Arriving at The Silver Dragon, Rogue parked her car. “Upstairs” was said before she even had a chance to speak; Jessie stood at the landing.
“Ya know, ya could let meh knock one of these times.” Rogue teased, closing the door behind her.
“Drink?” Jessie asked, offering Rogue a coke.
“Met Wolverine last night… mah target.”
“How’d it go?”
“It didn’t. Fuckin’ X-Men showed up. Had it all done, he was seconds away from death, then in came the white hats.”
“Damn. So what are you gonna do now? Hit and run?” Jessie asked, lighting a cigarette.
“Fuck no! This job’s worth a hundred grand, already cleared half of it.”
“So what’s the plan?”
“Not sure yet, but I‘ve got him in my head… that‘s worth something.”
“Spill.” Jessie chided.
“Well, let’s just say he’s got a sexual appetite to rival yours, although he isn‘t as kinky as you, or if he is ah haven‘t stumbled upon it yet.” Rogue laughed.
“Fuck, am I still in your head?”
“Yeah, you’re a little crazy up there.”
“Honey, I’m a little crazy down here too. Got any choice memories?”
“Let‘s see…” Said Rogue, tapping a finger against the side of her head.
“Amsterdam,” She said finally, “I just don’t have a need for porn anymore.”
“Shit Rogue, we got a little carried away on that trip.“
“Ah know, got it all running around up here… the threesome and a lot more.”
Letting the laughter drain out of them, the two women sat in easy silence for a moment.
“So, what now?”
“Ah’ve gotta get Wolverine away from Xavier’s, but something tells meh they’ll have him on lock down. Don‘t suppose ya feel like lendin‘ a hand?”
“Sorry, can’t. Ling called last night, something’s going down and he wants us back there.”
“Anything serious?” Rogue asked.
“Don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s got Ling spooked big time.”
“When ya leaving?”
“Tonight. Chris is sorting everything out now.”
“Right, ah’ll leave ya to it then.” Rogue said getting up walking to the door. She pausing when Jessie called out to her; tossing over a set of keys.
“They’re to mine and Chris’ place. If the X-Men are on to you it won’t be long before they find that flea bitten motel ya stayin’ at.”
“Thanks Jess.”
“It’s nothing, the place is over on Whitehall, behind the old ferry terminal.”
“Whitehall? Ya don’t live here?”
“Nah, it’s just for business.”
“Well, alright. Thanks again.”
“Later.”
Arriving back at the motel later that afternoon, Rogue parked; noticing a figure in her room’s window. She used the remains of Wolverine’s mutation to identify the trespasser; smiling when she knew.
“Was wonderin’ when you’d show up.” She told the occupant.
“Hello chere.”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks go again to plainlayz for the beta, and the New York street name.