Memories of You

Chapter 5

By Michiru

Rogue looked out onto the wild night. The rain was pouring down, wind was howling, and it had gotten so dark so fast.
"Is this yer doin', Stormy?" She asked, glancing over at the waterlogged woman.
"No," Storm wrung out her pants onto the motel room's stoop. "This is entirely natural, and as it doesn't interfere with anything we're doing, I'd rather let it go. And don't call me that. It's bad enough when Gambit does."
"Ah ain't complainin' about the storm. An' sorry. Didn't realize," Rogue shrugged, looking back out on the wild Mississippi evening.
Ororo looked over at Rogue, and smiled softly. The rain that flowed over the window pane reflected onto Rogue's cheeks, reminiscent of the tears she had shed earlier. The crying jag she had had a few hours earlier, seemed to have cleared her mind, and emotions. She had told Ororo that, while she didn't agree with their decision, and never would, she could forgive them. Maybe even Remy.
"Ah think Ah'll take a shower," Rogue rose from her seat gracefully. "Ah got WET out there."
"And I didn't?" Ororo asked, laughing.
"Oh, Gosh, Ah wasn' thinkin' was Ah? Ya'll can go first," Rogue beckoned to the shower. "After all, Ah'm sort of the host around here, ain't I?"
"I appreciate it. It doesn't exactly matter, seeing as neither of us feel the cold, but I will take you up on your generous offer," Ororo went into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar.
Rogue slid her hand behind her head, and stretched out. "Aaaah."
"Did you say something?"
"Nah, just stretchin'," Rogue called, and she went to the door, and opened it. Beyond the small porch, the rain pounded the pavement so hard it bounced at least two feet. It was coming down in buckets. The sky was almost black.
Rogue laughed softly, and shook herself out. The remaining water droplets sprayed everywhere, and her hair fluffed out dramatically.
"Ah must look a sight," she grinned, leaving the front door open. She bounded over to the TV, and turned it on to the local newscast.
"And on the weather front," the prim looking woman stood in front of a map of Mississippi, "the small summer storm affecting Caldecott should abate by midnight."
"Did she say small?" Ororo asked, sounding amused. She walked out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry.
"Yeah. This is just a little storm. Ya should have seen it when Ah was a kid," Rogue enthused. "The rain would come down for a whole day, an ya didn't know when it was day or when it was night, cause it was pitch black out all the time!"
"In Kenya we would have sand storms out in the desert. They were beautiful, but very dangerous. Unprotected, the flesh would be flayed from your bones," she told Rogue theatrically.
"Wow," Rogue was impressed. "We just get rain. Um, shouldn't ya get some clothin' on, 'Roro?"
"Why? Are you embarrassed? I know I certainly would rather not put cold, wet clothing back on. I may be invulnerable to cold, but I still feel discomfort."
"Ah guess ya have a point," Rogue grinned. "Jus, don' go flashing the outside world, now, sugah."
"I wouldn't dream of it. Even if they could see in through this deluge."
"Ha!" Rogue slipped into the bathroom.
A minute later, she stood under the hot spray of water, feeling her whole being relax. It had been a very long, hard day. But it was ending on a good note.
And it was amazing what a hot shower could do for the soul.

She walked out from the bathroom feeling refreshed.
Ororo was lounging on the sofa, staring out into the storm, a peaceful expression on her face. "Is it not beautiful, Rogue? Such majestic fury of the elements."
"Ah used ta hate the rain," Rogue said softly, sitting next to her. She toweled her long hair carefully, then tossed it back behind her.
"Why, if I may ask?"
"Ah thought the sky was sad. It was crying," Rogue looked out at the pelting rain.
"Sometimes, maybe, there are tears of joy?" Ororo gazed at her.
"Ah never thought of that," Rogue smiled. "Thanks fer layin out ma clothes. The boys would have a field day, here. Two of the X-Women, lounging around without a stitch on. Ah think even Logan'd be looking."
"My dear, Logan happily looks at the X-Women all the time."
"Yer kiddin!"
"You truly think so? Rogue, it seems to me, that mutant women are either very ugly, or very beautiful. There is no in between. The X-Women are all very beautiful. Scott, he pretends not to look for the sake of Jean. The others have no such constraints. Logan is a man. As such, he is susceptible to beauty. And we, my dear, have it in spades," Ororo's grin was infectious.
"Well," Rogue said, laughing, "Ah pity the other X-Ladies. Cause you an me, we're the best. Ah think it's the white," she played with a tendril of her white hair.
"I think...." Ororo paused, "that you are correct."
Rogue fell over, laughing hysterically. "Yer a riot, 'Roro!"
"Thank you... I think," Ororo sounded amused.
Rogue heaved a sigh, calming herself down. "Somethin' I always wanted ta know."
"And what's that?"
"Why couldn' Ah've been born rich and beautiful?" She laughed again. She froze. "'Roro, is that yer hand movin' up ma thigh?"
"Yes, Rogue, I believe it is."
"May Ah ask why?"
"Because it's easier to touch you with my hands, as apposed to, say, my feet."
"Oh."
A mild tingle began to work its way from the spot that Ororo was caressing. It spread, as Ororo's hand smoothed further over her leg, and slid over her hip. The light dimmed, as the beautiful woman's head eclipsed it.
"You're right, Rogue. You are one of the most beautiful women on the team."
"Ah-" Rogue managed to say, before Ororo's soft lips covered hers.
The kiss was different than Remy's. Less demanding, more sharing. Softer. Sweet.
The hands exploring Rogue's body were less experienced. Curious. Gentle.
Ororo's lips slip over Rogue's throat, lightly kissing the small hollow, before dipping down to slide her cheek over one full breast. She lightly lapped at one nipple, and Rogue gasped, feeling it go hard. The slight tingle had grown through her body, centering in her middle. Her hand kneaded Rogue other breast, thumb sliding back and forth over the nipple.
She moved to Rogue's other breast, and with one hand playing with the recently departed nub, she began to work on the other with her lips and tongue. Rogue's back arched with a deep moan. Ororo's hand slid off Rogue's breast, and down her smooth belly. It trailed lazy circles over her stomach and hip, before sliding between Rogue's legs.
Rogue stiffened slightly, as Ororo's questing fingers delved into that sensitive spot but the light explosion of sensation caused her to relax, and widen her legs.
Ororo's fingers quested, and found the sensitive nib, and began to rub it gently, and slowly.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh, gawd," Rogue moaned, breathing faster.
Ororo continued he unhurried assault of Rogue's breasts, while exploring the hot, wet folds of Rogue's womanhood. Finding her opening, she slid two fingers inside, her thumb still working her clitoris, more firmly.
Rogue began panting, and slightly thrusting her hips rhythmically, instinctively trying to have Ororo's fingers deeper inside. Ororo responded by increasing the pressure and speed of her hand.
Rogue suddenly stiffened, then with a great cry, her body spasmed.
Ororo let Rogue lay for a few minutes, letting her breathing slow.
"Why?" Rogue murmured.
"Why not?" Ororo asked. "We're good friends, and there's no reason why we can't share a night like this. Is it really so bad?"
"It weren't bad at all. Thanks, 'Roro," Rogue smiled broadly. "But now I need another shower."
"Well, go to it then," Ororo laughed.
"Only if you'll join me. An' yer gonna have ta in a few minutes."
With that, Rogue jumped Ororo. "Yer turn, woman."

End Chapter 5