Around seven-thirty the next evening Rogue gave herself one last check in the mirror, absentmindedly adjusting the thin strap of her black sequined dress. The soft material started an inch or so below her armpit, ended mid-thigh, and hugged her curves in a way that left very little to the imagination. Silver stilettos, silver hoop earrings, and hair tumbled in a wild mane completed the picture. She gave her reflection a small smile with berry-painted lips and then turned on her heel and headed out of her room and down the stairs.
Rogue couldn't help but notice the number of heads, male and female, that turned as she walked by on her way to the garage. Kitty was in the kitchen and gave her a thumbs up and a wink around her bowl of ice cream. Rogue grinned back with some determination. This was going to be a night to remember because, if she had it her way, she would never have to have a similar experience.
The dark garage was no obstacle for Rogue, so she didn't even turn on the lights. She knew her Prius was close to the door, so it wasn't difficult to navigate to it. She opened the door and was about to slide in when light flared nearby then died to a dull orange glow.
“Going out tonight, darlin'?” His voice was low, deep, and maybe a bit dangerous.
“You bet, sugar. I've gotta take advantage when I'm not covered in bruises from training,” she answered as flippantly as she dared, sitting down and closing the door quickly. She winced as her abused ribcage, where she did have a nice big bruise, protested painfully.
As she started the car and pulled out of the drive, Rogue reflected on whether she had actually heard Logan mutter just before the car door closed, “Well, if that's what it takes...” The glow of the cigar disappeared from her rear view mirror, and Rogue breathed a sigh of relief she didn't even want to explain to herself.
Logan waited five minutes before hopping on his bike and heading for the nearest bar. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
Rogue arrived at Bryan's apartment building just before eight-thirty. She called up, and Bryan buzzed her in. A quick elevator ride up to the third floor brought Rogue to his door. He opened it with his familiar smile. Rogue returned the smile and walked straight into his arms.
“You look fantastic tonight, baby,” Bryan said, giving her a deep kiss that made her whole body tingle.
Rogue deepened the kiss further. She wasn't in the mood to pretend that this night was about anything except sex, rather like the way she had felt their first night together here. She hadn't been afraid then thanks to the memories in her head that at least gave her the technical details of what would happen, but she had certainly had some pleasant surprises from the female perspective. Another entirely satisfactory aspect of her times with Bryan was how long he could last and that he always made sure she'd orgasmed at least twice before he let himself go. Consideration definitely scored big points with Rogue.
Bryan's hands ran up and down her back. Even though Rogue purred a bit and moved closer, a part of her brain registered that it didn't feel quite right. She ruthlessly cut off that line of thought and attempted to focus solely on the way his firm lips slanted against hers, the heat that seared through her at his touch.
Not enough, whispered that damn persistent reminder in her head. Rogue pulled back a bit and asked, “Bryan, honey, could I have a glass of wine?”
He smiled down at her. “Rogue, baby, for you I've got champagne,” he said as they both ignored that she was still underage, just as they often did.
In fact, when Rogue saw the two flutes on his small wet bar she made a beeline for them. Bryan laughed as she snatched one up and sipped lovingly. Rogue just waited for the initial buzz to kick in, one that would hopefully allow her exactly what she wanted without running commentary in her head. Champagne in hand, Bryan led the way to his bedroom. Rogue always thought the room, with its stark white, black and brown décor, suited his sleek masculinity—something she was becoming more interested in with each mouthful of champagne that slipped down her throat.
Once Rogue finished her drink, Bryan took the flute from her hand and set both down on his nightstand. He pulled her into his arms for another long kiss. Rogue let herself fully open to the feeling of his hands on her body, something she wasn't sure she had done before. Sometimes she wasn't even sure she was aware who she was with, although he never commented about her using another name.
She let the little moans she knew he liked escape her as his lips blazed a path down her neck. His hands made quick work of her dress, peeling it off and flinging it away. Her own hands unbuttoned his white shirt so that she could run her fingers over the smooth skin. Despite the champagne, her mind insisted on wondering what it would be like if this were a more muscular, hairier chest. She reined thos thoughts in again and attempted to focus on the heat building inside of her. His very knowing fingers were dancing over the skin of her back, her stomach, her breasts, perhaps a little too lightly, but it still felt good.
Bryan's pants were a simple matter of a button and a zipper. Rogue pushed them down, along with his boxers, and then ran her hand up his thigh from where she knelt in front of him. She grinned up at him and took his cock in her hand, watching it swell. She rubbed for a few moments, slowly, and then she pressed her lips to the very tip. He groaned and twitched, and she smirked. She knew all of his buttons now; it could be so easy, so quick, but she wanted to take her time, make sure of her decision.
Rogue let her hot, wet mouth envelope Bryan's cock, sucked a few times, and then ran her tongue up and down the length of him. His hands tangled in her hair, she repeated this several times. Finally she stood, reached into his nightstand for the condom she knew would be there, and slipped it out of the foil and onto him. Then she allowed him to push her back onto his bed, the smooth satin of his comforter cool against her heated skin. Bryan pulled off her black thong, deliberately caressing her inner thighs. Then he joined her on the bed, kissing and fondling for a few minutes. Then his mouth found one of her nipples, and she moaned again at the pleasure of it. She didn't let herself think about how it would feel if it were a rougher, a little faster. This was Bryan's pace, and she liked the way it made her feel, really.
Bryan kissed his way down her stomach, commenting that it was his turn. Rogue fisted her hands in that cool satin as his tongue flicked her click then delved into her pussy, lapping up her juices. It felt so good, and yet, as Rogue glanced down through narrowed eyes, it wasn't his dark smooth head that she saw, but rather dark hair standing up wildly, golden skin and wicked hazel eyes. It was at that mental image more than the things Bryan was doing to her with his tongue that she came hard.
Rogue knew it would be selfish for her to leave then, although she had her answer, so she laid there for a moment to recover and then pulled Bryan towards her, over her. She sighed when he entered her, closed her eyes and let herself imagine. It was better that way, she told herself. She didn't want to be completely unresponsive, but the feelings were all so much different than what she now knew she wanted, wanted as a woman and not a girl.
Her moans grew louder, although she managed not to speak actual words. She was afraid of what she would say if she did. Limbs tangled, sweaty, Rogue let herself move with him as he thrust his cock in and out of her, over and over, then held him close as she climaxed and felt his answering shudders. Then it was quiet.
Rogue ran her hands over his back, slick with sweat, soothing him. She could tell that his orgasm had been so much more than hers, despite her pretending, and felt a little bad for it. But there was nothing that could be done about it now. Eventually Bryan pulled away and rolled onto his back. They lay there side by side for a few minutes, just recovering.
Rogue looked over at the lithe man beside her, the kind man who was unfortunately the wrong one. Thankfully she'd taken precautions early in their relationship to keep it as casual as possible, with little emotion involved. She hoped it had stayed that way on his part, because it certainly had on hers. The effects of the champagne were starting to wear off, so she moved onto her side, head propped up in one hand, and used her other hand to lightly run a finger over his ribs. Bryan chuckled and grabbed her hand, placing a kiss on her palm that somehow, perhaps because of her decision, didn't make her sizzle the way it would have only days ago.
“Bryan,” she said slowly. When he met her eyes, she smiled. “You know we agreed not to be exclusive, right?” She wanted to make sure that point was firmly on his mind.
Bryan sat up, pulling her with him. He smiled too, a little warily. “Yeah, I remember. You're not—were you wanting to change your mind about that?”
Rogue laughed at the slight note of panic in his voice, which instantly made both of them relax. “No, honey! I just wanted to let you know that, as much fun as we've been having, tonight will have to be the last time we do this. I—may have found someone I do want to get exclusive with,” she admitted.
Thankfully, Bryan just gave her a one-armed hug that was somehow more platonic than any they had ever shared, despite their nakedness. His smile widened. “So, the Rogue has been caught! Won't most of the guys at the club be upset!” His laugh rang out, reassuring her that he was fine with her choice.
Rogue hugged him back for a moment, then she pulled away, stood up and began searching for her underwear and dress. Bryan laughingly tossed her the latter from his side of the bed. She dressed, slipped her feet into her heels and then leaned over to exchange one last kiss with him.
“I'll let myself out. Good-bye,” Rogue told him with a wink as she pulled back. He smiled and waved as she glanced back before leaving. She returned both gestures.
Despite the physical activity of the past hour or so, Rogue felt energized as she made her way to her car. A chapter of her life was over, a short one, perhaps, but it had taught her quite a few things. On the horizon was the potential for a longer chapter, if she handled things properly.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Title in reference to the song "You Can't Make a Heart Love Somebody." I hope this makes up for my cowardice in the earlier chapter with Bryan. I still don't think it felt right, but I hope it's a good read for everyone. The next chapter is also written (this is how I spent my work day today...bad me), and will be posted shortly.
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