WHO: Rogue and Allanon WHAT: Date night WHEN: Recently WHY?: Because these two like each other WARNINGS: handwaved sexytimes, and the actions and words of two people heavily in like and lust with one another STATUS: Closed and Complete
Allanon was looking forward to this evening. His house was set up just so. Dinner was on the table, his bedroom door was closed, and inside his plans were already formed. He was hoping Rogue would like all of it. He had been planning, working on those plans, and doing actual work, but he had taken today off. Freshly showered, dressed in a form-fitting set of jeans and shirt, he waited. *** Rogue was finally done with the OC’s usual weirdness, and had cleaned up the cafe and gotten everything running smoothly again. She left it in good hands then headed to.Allanon’s house. She parked the bike, shook her hair out and let herself in. She didn't bother knocking. She was in leather pants that fit like a second skin and in defence to the chill that still hungover the OC, a long sleeved dark green shirt, low cut though, with a nice bra that gave him ample cleavage to stare at. Her hair was down and she had a pair of Docs on. “Hello there handsome” *** “Hello, sexy Rogue!” He met her at the door with gloves on, for now, and kissed her, putting passion and welcome and care into it, letting the time stretch toward the limit before pulling back. “MMmm, I missed you.” He smirked at her and led her in. “I hope you’re hungry. I made some food for before dessert…” he grinned . *** Rogue sighed happily into the kiss, before flicking her tongue over his lips as they pulled back. “Missed you, too. I'm hungry, yes but the way you say dessert makes me really, really curious about what that is.” She grinned wickedly at him. “You've been plotting haven't you?” *** “Oh yes. I have had time to plot and plan. And you are doomed to a very nice night, oh delicious one.“ He smirked and led the way inward, one arm around her, carefully, but warmly, his hand planted on her rear. He had missed her a great deal. *** “I like the sound of that.” She grinned a bit as he led her inwards, eyes looking around to see if she could find hints. “I'm excited to see what you've come up with, is not often anyone bothers getting creative.” *** “I like making you come, and making you happy, so I have been working on this night since our first night.” He grinned warmly at her. He had built, borrowed, and set up several things. And he hoped she would enjoy it. At the dining room, he led her to a chair and settled next to her, opening the trays to reveal steak in alfredo sauce with noodles, sauteed onions and mushrooms, and more. “Time for dinner, first.” *** Rogue grinned at him - “So you’ve said a few times. I’m honestly pretty impressed.” she brushed her hair back and smiled, eager to see what he was up to. She settled down in her chair and smiled “Yum. Steak alfredo is always a good choice.” she smiled up at him. “You’re keeping me curious, I’m loving it so far.” she smiled honestly. *** “No hints until after dinner, young lady.” he smirked at her. “Eat up, so you’ll have plenty of energy for the main events.’ He winked at her as he settled and started to serve himself. “Serve yourself. I don’t know how much you like. There is a whole steak for you.” he grinned at her. He wanted her to feel at ease and he was going to appeal to her taste buds. Under her napkins, folded so it would only appear when the napkin was moved, was a blindfold. *** She smirked a bit at him “Hush your face, old man.” she teased as she served herself, filling her plate. She’d acquired Logan’s ability to eat like a crazy person, so she filled her plate nicely. “A whole steak just for me, my goodness I’m spoiled.” she teased again as she moved her napkin, pausing in the motion. “Oh, well, look at that.” she grinned as she set her napkin down in her lap. “No hints until after dinner, huh? Ain’t that a hint?” **** Allanon smirked as he served himself following her action, and watched her, loving to see her smile and move as normal. He loved the way she moved and her spirit. “Well, I do aim to make her happy.” he emphasized the word happy as he spoke to her, grinning. “That is not a hint. That is an invitation. To trust. After dinner. No hint at all for what it is you will be trusting me for.” he smirked harder, one hand stroking her back and down to her rear, where he gave her a light grope. *** Rogue was easy going. She rolled with the punches and kept on going. She enjoyed the challenge he brought to the table, his relentlessness was nice, refreshing in a new way. “Hmm, an invitation? Alright.” She picked it up for a moment turning it over in her hand then laid it down to begin eating. “I suppose I'll grant you that trust.” ****** “Thank you, Rogue. I appreciate it. “ And in between bites, he leaned in and pressed a soft slow kiss right behind her ear, gentle, with a brushing motion, and entirely un-innocent. He ate with an appetite, and smiled at her. After a bit, he grinned. ”How’ve things been? Managed to stop all the crazy presents?” *** Rogue sighed at the kiss, before taking another bite, she savored the meal because it had been a long day and she was hungry. “I think I got all the ones around me. It was kind of fun actually. I don't get to let loose a lot so when I can I do.” She grinned. *** “Very nice. I’d love to see you in action… that way, some day.” he grinned at her as he ate more, enjoying this camaraderie, too. It was nice. She was a beautiful and kind woman. She made him smile. *** Kind her southern ass. She snickered a bit. “Maybe next time someone invades the OC you can come watch. I look forward to it actually. I've grown to love the chance to let loose.” ***” *** Her ass was very nice, thank you. “I look forward to it. Sounds like it could be fun.” Allanon smirked. She would look so hot, doing that, he thought. He pressed another kiss against her neck, a brushing of soft lips across her skin. *** Rogue eyed him as he did so, smiling a little. “We get one every few months or so, so you won't have to wait too long” she laughed softly as she cleared her plate. “It's been fun getting better control over the other powers.” *** “Oh yeah? What do you have control of now? Or more control of?” he was curious, and liked to listen to her, talk, too. He really liked her voice. He had to admit that was true. As she spoke, he slid a hand up her back to her neck, stroking lightly, just there. *** Rogue thought about it for a moment, “healing, claws, flying, energy manipulation, ambient heat and solar radiation absorption, among others.” She had to really think of that one. There were a lot more up there. “Some are from people I've touched here,” like Logan and Pete's, “others are from my dreams” *** “Nice! “ He shook his head. “I wonder if I will get my dream powers. My dream self seems to be a man of many tricks.” He chuckled. “It could be fun. But your powers sound interesting. If daunting.” He hugged her then, just gently. *** Rogue leaned into the hug and shrugged. “They're… something. Useful, saved a few friends with em, hurt a few with em but can't imagine going back to not having them either.” She shrugged a bit. “You should tell me more about your dream you know, welcome to the club by the way.” ***” *** “Thanks. It’s set in what I think is a post-apocalyptic situation where technology and civilization fell, mankind mutated, and some became other races, while old races came out of hiding.” His voice was deeper as he spoke and looked into the distance, falling into an even timbre. “IN the new world, magic thrived, and so did demons and other monsters. Into that world, a druid awoke, having been in a healing sleep for some 3 decades. He awoke for darkness rose again, and he was needed to find those who could stop it.” He shook his head and smiled with a flush. “Its a very strange dream.” *** Rogue tilted her head back and smirked. “And I'm a mutant, trust me, strange dreams are normal here.” She played with her napkin before musing over it. “Magic and other races huh? Sounds like the start of a pretty epic fantasy novel to me. Sounds like you'll have an interesting go.” She tapped her fingers on her leg idly. “I might just stick around to find out how it goes.” She teased. *** *** “Yeah?” Allanon smirked at her, watching her and smiling softly. One hand snaked in to stroke her lower back, and up to her neck again, idle strokes. “Its definitely something. I am enjoying it, even if it is completely alien in tone to my life.” He chuckled as he nodded. “I hope so. There’s no one I would rather share it with.” A gentle grip on her neck, fingers massaging from shoulders to base of skull and back, gloves thin so she could feel the heat of his hand. “Hopefully, I can draw you back again.” *** Rogue sighed softly as he did so, enjoying the touch. She liked the fact he went out of his way to find ways to touch her without getting burned. “You shouldn't be surprised though, it happens to everyone here” she said gently. “No one you would rather share it with huh?” She asked grinning a bit, “sounds like you like me.” She teased knowing full well he did. Maybe this was her chance to find something like happiness outside of her times with Logan, it was a burning thought that motivated her. She wanted that so badly. “Oh I think you'll manage.” *** “I know. It just caught me offguard. I’ve been in Orange County for years. It hadn’t happened yet, so I was not prepared.” He chuckled. “I do, I do. I happen to be very fond of you, Rogue. I like your name, and your eyes, and your delightful body. I like your cooking, and your adventurous nature, and your sexy mind, too.” Allanon nodded. Better watch out, Rogue, he might get emotion all over you… as well as other things. *** Rogue laughed softly, “the OC is a sneaky, sneaky place. Means I really have to be careful, I don't need your dreams in my head too.” A smirk curled her lips, “Look at you. I'm flattered, not many even like half those traits.” He was getting all feelsy she wasn't sure she was totally ready for that, though she was getting there. Sneaky bastard slipping on through her barriers. *** “True. They are weird and alien, but fun, but not something you need on top of it all.” he smiled warmly. “I do.” He stroked her back and her side gently. Eating with his other hand, he was soon done with his food, and he sat back, drinking his water. “You are intriguing, and sexy, and I am not at all driven away.” *** She smiled gently. “I’m sure I’ll get them at some point, it’s a hazard of being close to anyone, but let’s try to keep it as far out into the future as possible yeah?” she sipped her water as she looked over at him. “Thanks for not running, it’s kind of a nice thing from time to time.” she grinned. ** Allanon grinned back. “I love it when you smile and your eyes crinkle up like that. It makes your dimples come out more.” He teased softly, rubbing her back gently, then his hands sliding up, still gloved, into her hair and tugging lightly. “ I love your hair, also.” *** “I don't have dimples!” She protested as she smiled again, unable to not smile. Her eyelids fluttered lightly as he slid his hand into her hair and tugged it lightly. “And I love when you do that.” She admitted, before taking a breath in. “I think we're done with dinner, don't you?” **** “Yes you do, dear.” he laughed, then smirked at her reaction and words. “I’m glad you do. I like doing it.” He smiled softly, watching her, nodding again. “I think so, yes. So, then, will you accept my invitation?” he referred to how he had called the blindfold earlier. His gloved hand still moved in her hair, tugging and releasing, gently massaging her head. *** Slender fingers plucked the blindfold up, she weighed her options. Giving trust was hard for her, but the indecision only lasted a few moments before she pulled her hair up twisting it to rest on top of her head before putting the blindfold on and letting her hair cascade down over the knot. She shifted to make sure it was in place. “, invitation accepted, Allanon.” *** “Thank you, Rogue.” he rose and helped her up as well, so she would not stumble on her chair, then turned her toward him and kissed her, a soft, slow kiss, one that did not quite break the edge of the time allotment. Then he started helping her toward his back bedroom and that closed door. “Going through the door, now.” He led her in, and closed the door behind them, and they were in a better lit area. Candles lit the space, making the light, and warmth, uneven. Once they were in, he turned and halted her. “Time to prepare a little.” he undid her pants, and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place, and kissed her again, more insistently, as he did so, removing her shoes, and socks, both, then removed her shirt, too, but again, left her bra on. “If you can sit right here… Thanks.” He shifted her around to the edge of his bed and helped her sit. Then he moved to grab a few things. “Putting something on you.” he stroked the feathery end of a flogger across the skin revealed above her bra, even as he gently put cuffs around her hands, and then showed her how to undo them, by feel, doing it several times. Another kiss was had before he asked her. “How does that feel?” *** Rogue didn't need him guiding her to find her way. Her other senses worked just fine, but she let him anyways. It was an interesting sensation being denied one of her senses like this. Her nose twitched as she picked out the scents in the room. Flame, candles, leather. The scent that was uniquely his. Her lips twitched into a smirk. “What have you planned?” She returned his kisses, smiling a bit. She flexed her wrists carefully, trying not to laugh, getting free of these would be child's play to her, she'd picked her way out of cops cuffs and broken zip ties. His care about it all made her smile, though. “Comfortable, not too tight not too loose.” She sought his kiss before smiling, not to mention if she'd not wanted to be there she'd break them. She was giving him quite a lot of her trust. *** Allanon smirked, and then began. It was nearly two hours later that they lay in bed, separated by a sheet, his arms around her, once more with sleeves and gloves on, and he was grinning. “So, was I… surprising enough for you?” He planted a kiss on her ear, swift and soft. *** Rogue stretched lazily, then yawned. “More than surprising enough.” She smiled a little, content to be sprawled under a sheet, tucked up carefully against him. “Just so you know, I reached out to my friends. They've agreed to help me work on things. I'm not sure how it'll go yet.” She chewed on her lip. *** Allanon grinned at her, smirking and nipped at her nose, then settled back to rest again. He was tired, and pleasantly so. “Oh yes? Alright. And the offer is still open, to be there. If you want. I know this will be rough on you, so if me being there would mess with things or be dumb, I wont press.” He just cared. More than he should, and more than was wise. But he did. And he was not going to turn away now. *** It was not wise to care so deeply for Rogue. She was often sharp tongued and sharp edged, and came with a boatload of problems. It was a challenge to keep up with her. “No. I do not want your presence. I do not know what it will be like, or what they’ll make me do.” she laughed softly. “It will be a hard battle. I am sure I will hurt, and be exhausted but it is what it is. It is time to change.” she said softly. It was his fault, really. *** He cared anyway and he wasn’t about to back down. He was hooked, and he knew it. Allanon nodded. “Alright.” He smiled warmly. “Whatever happens, let me know?” he wanted to be able to at least comfort her, one way or another, okay? And he wanted to celebrate, if things went well. *** The poor man had no idea what he’d gotten hooked into. “I will. Don’t worry. We’ll see how it goes.” she said warmly as she stretched and yawned. “I’m sleeping here, you’ll just have to make do with such a decision.” she laughed again as she settled down, hoping that things would turn out well. But she knew it would be rough going - mucking about in her head was never without some side effect. FIN