fateandfortune | Just two vampires, traveling the galaxy... [For Todd the Wraith]

She looked a bit sheepish when he asked that, and actually looked down at her lap to avoid his gaze that she swore at times could see right through her.

"Something a bit more short-term, and requiring far fewer clothes than most activities," she admitted quietly, half a smile in place even as she felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. All of this was completely new to her, and she'd meant for that particular piece to come out quite a bit differently than it had.

Todd couldn't help but outright laugh at that.

"My apologies" he said with a grin when he finally did stop "At least you know what you want"

He shifted to turn and look at her better before taking the book she'd been reading and setting it on the floor and off the bed. "If that's what you want..."

His laughing made her smile and laugh a little herself, because she knew he wasn't doing it at her expense. Rather, it seemed like she might have surprised him with her decision to just get straight to the point rather than beat around the bush. Subtlety wasn't one of her bigger virtues.

She watched him move the book and gave a slight nod. "It is," she assured him quietly, and there was only a trickle of nervousness within her. Because this was Todd, and she was safe with him.

A grunt of acknowledgment and, knowing she was too nervous to make the first move, he did so, shifting closer and brushing his lips against her own. Cupping her jaw, he turned it into an actual kiss.

She was warm and soft, and he enjoyed the rather simple affection humans preferred to start off with.

Todd brought his other hand up to brush her hair over her shoulder and reveal her throat. He'd try his best not to bite or mark her. She wasn't his queen nor a worshiper or even a pet, he had no right to claim her like that and there was the possibility of her ability flaring up as a self-defense if he did. That'd be a mood killer if there ever was one.

It was a good thing Todd had decided to make the first move, there was no telling how long it might taken Rogue to work up the nerve to do it herself.

The kiss was perfect. It was everything she'd hoped a real kiss would be - not a stolen, desperate moment of pressure between lips like she'd experienced in the past, but a real kiss that wasn't rushed or laced with the fear of her mutation. Her own hands lifted, one grasping the front of his coat while the other slid up into his hair, fingers winding through the strands as she pressed closer to him.

She had no idea what she preferred, not in instances where she was actually able to touch someone. That one small difference changed everything about what they could do and how, and so it changed almost everything she knew about what she liked. Almost.

He deepened the kiss as she accepted his attentions and even grabbed onto him. Likewise, he buried a hand in her own hair, claws lightly grazing her skull.

Todd broke the kiss and withdrew from her in order to remove his coat and settle more on the bed. Returning, he pulled Rogue into his lap and met her lips again. Far better positioned, he rested a hand on her thigh, the other on her jaw, caressing her cheek with his thumb as he kissed her. So far, she seemed to like everything.

It was much better without his coat in the way, the thick material far too much of a barrier when all she wanted to do was touch him. Her hands traced along his undershirt, over the toned muscle of his abdomen and around to his sides. One hand stayed there at his waist while the other continued to his back, her nails scratching gently at him through the fabric and even ghosting across the sensitive cartilage over his spine.

He was doing such wonderful things already with his lips and hands, and everything was still so innocent. But with anticipation and a long-felt desperation rising within her, every touch was almost electric with the way her skin reacted. She couldn't stop a quiet moan from forming at the back of her throat.

Todd drank up that moan, moving to suckle her throat and catch the tail-end of the beautiful noise against his tongue on her skin. She seemed okay with the pace he'd set and so continued to shower her with attention, hands moving along her thighs and then on her waist.

"You're over-dressed" he rumbled in her ear, withdrawing then to help remove her shirt. Once that was gone, he shifted to lay Rogue down on her back, devouring her mouth again, his hair falling about their faces in the new position.

If Todd had liked that little moan, then he was going to love the way she would react to everything else he might do to her. Rogue was extremely vocal when it came to all things pleasurable - moans, gasps, desperate pleas, all of it was liberally dispensed. She'd been embarrassed by her own responses once, until Remy assured her it was an encouragement and huge turn-on for her partner, so she didn't even consider trying to dial it down with Todd. Especially not when he was doing all the right things. He'd certainly had enough practice over the years.

She let him move her as he chose, trusting his decisions and letting him lead in this instance. Another time, she would take charge, but she was already fighting a slight trembling in her body from what he was doing to her, so this dance was his to lead.

There was something so incredibly sensual about having such a powerful creature poised over her, kissing her like it was the only thing that mattered in that moment; it certainly was for her. Rogue's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails gently scraping across his skin in ways she could never manage with gloves, and she made another noise in her throat, this one a hint more desperate as she tried to get closer to him.

Todd suckled her throat again, tongue caressing over her pulse and he chuckled in her ear at the moan for more. "One thing at a time" he said. "There's no rush." he assured her.

The rake of her nails over his skin felt good and in between taking care of her, he groaned a little. He returned to giving her throat some more attention, sliding his feeding hand along her bare waist and moving up to her bra to cup a breast through the stretchy material. He massaged the soft mound, returning to her lips to kiss her again and drink up any moans.

The trembling began when he touched her breast, a slight shaking in her body that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with how much she wanted him.

This was right. This was so very right. She had absolutely no reason now to regret her to decision to trust him, with her safety or this very personal experience. And she was so very glad that she'd ended up in Pegasus, that their paths had crossed during that rain-soaked battle - she would always miss her friends and her home, but this was her home now, the world he'd introduced to her.

She leaned back slightly from their kiss, barely an inch between them, and informed him in a breathy voice, "I might be patient in the kitchen, but I'm not in the bedroom." And then she pulled him back to her with just a little force to make her point clear.

He smiled against her lips at that proclamation, and slid a hand beneath her back to undo her bra...only to find nothing to undo. He pulled away, feeling around to be sure. Nope, nothing.

Knowing how few clothes she had and even fewer undergarments, he didn't want to just rip the article off, so he withdrew and gave one of the straps a light tug and cleared his throat. "How does this come off?" he asked. Usually this wasn't difficult but clothes from earth were far different most by humans here in Pegasus, which were usually kept together with ties or buttons, not zippers or in this case...nothing.

She realized what he was doing when he felt around that second time, and it took a lot of effort not to smile at his struggles. When he finally asked about it and gave the strap a tug, though, she couldn't help but giggle. It was really kind of adorable, and she appreciated that he hadn't just torn it off as she knew he so easily could.

"Like this," she said with a smirk, gently pushing him back so she wouldn't hit him in the face as she grabbed the bottom hem of the bra and just tugged it over her head. The black material went flying across the room to end up who knew where - she'd care about finding it later.

Oh, that was easy. He'd have to remember that one.

He chuckled a little at that and leaned in to kiss her again. her breasts now bare to him, he slid his hand back up to give one a squeeze, massaging the soft skin and teasing the nipple between his clawed fingers.

His mouth returned to her throat, moving a little further down to taste more of Rogue. He'd not been with a human for some years and the fact she was from earth-and an entirely different galaxy-meant she was far different than anyone he'd been with before.

Todd's short beard tickled her skin as he kissed between her breasts, the hand not busy playing with one moving to work her pants off next. She might be eager for the main event but he wanted more exploration time...and to treat her well. Jumping right to sex itself had long lost its flavor over the years for the old wraith, savoring his mate and enjoying the pleasure he brought them was far more satisfying.

His teasing and the tickling of his beard had her squirming beneath him, fighting the instinctual urge to move away when all she really wanted was to be closer and have more of that wonderful touch of his. Her breathing had become more audible but also shallower, and her hands returned to clutching at him, one grasping at a shoulder while the other wove into that wild hair she'd come to adore.

She could tell by the pace that he was intending to take things slowly, and while she could appreciate that, she fully intended to make him pay for it later when she had her turn to play and explore. For now, she'd let him enjoy himself, even if it was sweet torture for her. She did lift her hips slightly off the bed though, to provide a little bit of assistance as he worked on removing her pants, an effort of which she greatly approved.

After her pants were tossed off the bed alongside everything else thus far, he gave more attention to her breasts as humans, including her, were sensitive there. He teased with his fingers a bit more before swiping his tongue over a perked nipple, careful of his teeth, he drew his gaze up to watch Rogue writhe.

By now he'd settled against her and she could feel his swelling length against her leg through his pants, but he seemed unconcerned with himself for the time being, content with playing with her.

That swipe of his tongue had her breath hitching, a strangled squeak pulled from her throat as her back arched as far off the bed as she could manage when the damn thing moved almost as much as she did.

"This is incredibly unfair, you know," she informed him as she met that watchful gaze, though her tone made it clear she wasn't entirely serious. "Though, also just... incredible." Her head tilts back and she lifts her leg slightly to press against his length, just enough to let him know she was completely aware of him there.

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Todd grinned but said nothing as he continued to lavish Rogue with attention. The press of her leg against him pulled a small rumble from him, but he didn't pause to let her play with him.

Instead, he moved away from her breasts, further down still to brush his lips against her stomach, bluntly nipping the soft skin and then lifting his head to tug her panties down at last. His gaze was not down between her legs, but up on her face as he did so.

That rumble was one of the best sounds she'd ever heard. She wanted to coax more like it from him, to make him shake and lose control. But she would wait her turn, because she couldn't bear to stop him now.

And really, if he was going to keep looking at her like that, she was tempted to let him do whatever the hell he wanted to her. She couldn't breathe as he removed that last scrap of fabric from her and watched her while he did it. Her chest heaved slightly as she met that gaze and forced herself to take in another gasp of air while she waited to see what he would do next.

When the last of her clothing was tugged away and tossed aside, Todd sat up to look her over. Beauty was different in the eyes of a wraith, but he could still appreciate her physically. Many humans in Pegasus, thanks to weaker medical advances, were not in the best shape in one way or another. So Rogue was positively perfect in comparison.

Todd removed his shirt before prompting her to move further up into to settle in the pillows before laying against her again, claiming her lips and cupping her jaw.

Rogue didn't put much stock in physical appearances, not after she'd seen the true nature of so many people with her powers. The most beautiful could be the most cruel, while those considered unappealing by society were full of nothing but kindness. So the fact that Todd wasn't handsome by normal human standards didn't mean a damn thing to her - he was intelligent, funny, and kind, and for those qualities she found him amazingly attractive.

Once she'd settle into the pillows and he was back in her reach, her hands were all over that newly exposed skin, her fingertips tracing lines of muscle while he kissed her, nails scratching with just a slight pressure as they moved up his ribs and around to his back. She sighed into that kiss as she savored the feeling of so much of his skin on her own, something so perfect that she'd never before experienced and simply couldn't get enough of.

The commander could only imagine what it was like to be free of clothes and be with someone without them too-well, almost, he kept his pants on for the time being-after years of being unable to so much as brush against someone. It was a wonder how she was controlling herself, but she was, and he was glad of it, made every touch he bestowed upon her all the more savored.

Settled against her, her breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft, sending a fresh surge of ache for more himself...but he was even more patient than she, and he had something special in store for her.

His path was unhindered by cloth now as he moved his way down again, caressing her thigh and stopping at her stomach again. Shifting more comfortably down, he spread her legs and put his mouth on her. Oral was hard for wraith to do and only the most experienced did it. Sure wounds healed, but it didn't stop the nick of a tooth in the privates any more fun that it would be for humans. Todd was careful, using his lips and tongue on her folds, tasting her for the first time.

This was something completely new to her, an experience she'd only had before through borrowed memories that were mere shadows of the real thing. It was a fantasy she'd held close for the 'one day' when she might have control over her mutation. Remy had tried, bless him, but there had been no way to achieve the effect safely, the substitute of sheer silk scarves offering nowhere near the same amount of sensation as skin on skin. But now.

Everything else fell away from her perception except for his lips and tongue and the things they were making her feel. She was melting under his ministrations, her body filling with liquid fire and a burning desire for more. Her muscles quivered and it was a struggle to hold on and not give way to that tidal wave of sensation surging through her. She didn't even realize the sounds she was making, whimpers and moans that wordlessly begged him not to stop, or the way one hand clutched at a pillow while the other sought out one of his, wanting to hold on to him when he was so far away.

His hands held onto her hips, keeping her from bucking around and doing herself an injury. However, he did pause long enough to lift his head and guide her searching fingers back into his hair as she seemed to want something to grip of him. That, and he liked such treatment.

He resumed running his tongue along her, slowly, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her on his tongue. He plunged deeper, caressing along her clit and then dipping into her hot core, allowing a low but very audible rumble to escape him as he did so.

Every little noise she made filled his ears, the little gasps and moans, trusting that if he hurt her or did something she did not favor, she'd let him know.

That rumble was something she physically felt as well as heard, and it was the start of her undoing. With every caress, the pressure within her built and her responses grew in volume. If his hands hadn't been keeping her in place, she might have wriggled right off the bed, her control over her own body flying right out the window.

Everything he did was perfect, though she was so far gone that even pain might be perceived as pleasure at this point. It didn't take long at all for her to fall into the strongest orgasm of her life, crying out as it washed over her. Her body tensed and then shuddered almost violently with release, and she tugged none too gently at his hair. And that poor pillow; if she'd had his claws, it would have been in shreds.

She was so overcome with pleasure and emotion that the tears slipped out without her notice, sliding down into her hair as she tried to remember how to breathe.

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