Related X-Men 100 Drabbles
1. Consequences, Planning, and Watch Your Back, Kitty
Title: Consequences
Challenge: suggested prompt: black stilettos, a can of pepsi, a broken nail
Character(s): Rogue
Rating: G
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
'Verse: X-Men: Evolution
Rogue looked like a kid playing dress up. She sat on the steps of the mansion, her usual black boots traded in for black stilettos, but instead of a small, tight, black dress to match, she wore her typical ripped jeans and a shirt with overly large sequins. Her face was brightly colored with makeup. A can of Pepsi sat by her hip, forgotten and warm.
Rogue picked at a broken nail and ignored the kids running in and out of the mansion, giving her curious looks, then whispering to each other. Sometimes, she hated Kitty and her stupid dares.
Title: Planning
Challenge: suggested prompt: black stilettos, a can of pepsi, a broken nail
Character(s): Kitty
Rating: G
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
'Verse: X-Men: Evolution
Note(s): This is a mirror piece to Consequences.
Kitty'd let Rogue off easy considering what Jean had done, but Rogue sat sullenly on the steps, her legs stretched out before her, black stilettos shining. Yes, Kitty had picked the busiest time for Rogue to show off her... attire, but she'd known what she was in for. Kitty was not in the least bit repentant.
Kitty grimaced as Rogue sipped from a can of Pepsi, knowing it was warm and flat. That girl could drink or eat the nastiest shit without flinching. Kitty smiled as Rogue resume her inspection of was probably a broken nail. Next time, Kitty thought.
Title: Watch Your Back, Kitty
Challenge: suggested prompt: black stilettos, a can of pepsi, a broken nail
Character(s): Rogue
Rating: G
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
'Verse: X-Men: Evolution
Note(s): This is an opposite piece to Consequences. Subtle opposite in this one.
Kitty was headed for some serious injury Rogue decided, crossing her arms over her chest. The black dress was way too short, the neckline was way too low, and Rogue was going to break an ankle on the black stilettos Kitty was forcing her to wear.
Rogue made it to the kitchen, where she got a can of Pepsi and ignored the boys' stares. She also ignored their laughter when she tripped and ended up with a broken nail.
Serious injury was too kind for Kitty. That girl was going to learn what it meant to fear for her life.
2. Breaking Up is Hard to Do and Teasing
Title: Breaking Up is Hard to Do
Challenge: suggested prompt: pajamas, falling with style, crumbs
Character(s): Jean (Logan, Rogue)
Rating: PG
Date: March 26, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Rogue
No one else made something so clumsy look graceful. Jean once heard Rogue tease him about "falling with style." Logan had crossed his arms and grumbled at her, but a smile had teased the corner of his mouth, earning Logan another teasing remark.
The way he'd looked at Rogue, with attentiveness and adoration, had hallowed Jean's stomach. It was ridiculous, not only because Rogue was a minor, but because she was engaged.
Still, Jean spent Saturday evening alone, curled on the couch in her pajamas, crumbs in the folds, with a romance movie playing on TV and melting ice cream.
Title: Teasing
Challenge: suggested prompt: pajamas, falling with style, crumbs
Character(s): Rogue, Logan (Jean)
Rating: G
Date: April 1, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Rogue
Note(s): This is a companion piece to Breaking Up is Hard to Do.
"It's neat," Rogue said, smiling at him. Logan rolled his eyes.
"It's falling."
"No, it's not." Rogue paused, her eyes glittering. "It's falling with style."
Logan growled, crossing his arms over his chest. Rogue laughed and busied herself with brushing breakfast crumbs off the table. She stopped suddenly and turned to Logan.
"I should get you Wile E. Coyote pajamas. He fell with style too."
Logan's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide with horror.
"You wouldn't."
Rogue grinned. "You know you'd wear them."
"I would not!"
Rogue laughed again and opened her mouth--
"Good morning, Logan, Rogue."
"Good morning, Jean."
3. Change Me and Changed
Title: Change Me
Challenge: What if they weren't mutants?
Character(s): Rogue
Rating: PG
Date: March 24, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Rogue
"Not a mutant?" Rogue's hands trembled. "You can do that?"
He smiled, slow, languid. "I can."
Rogue's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting. Images flooded her mind:
Touches. Kisses. Sex. Intimacy. Fearlessness. Shorts. Tank tops. Holding Hands. Swim suits. Playing in water. No gloves. No jacket. No pants. No scarves. Skirts. No pantyhose. No dreams. Freedom. No underwear. Naked. Brushing shoulders. Playing footsie. Sandals. No socks. Picnics with friends. Beach trips. Parties. Sundresses. Formal dresses. Her own mind. Her own personality. Babies. Children. Hugs. Casual contact.
Hope.
Rogue gasped and opened her eyes, her legs giving out.
"Please," she whispered.
Title: Changed
Challenge: suggested prompt: sea breeze, wet spot, sunburn
Character(s): Rogue
Rating: PG-13
Date: March 26, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Rogue
Note(s): This is a sequel to Change Me.
She had a sunburn.
Rogue smiled with delight, stretching her arms out to stare at reddened skin. It hurt, but it was still wonderful. Being at the beach had been wonderful, the sea breeze against her bare arms had been wonderful, the sand against her feet, the wet spots left on her bikini by the surf--everything had been wonderful.
Best of all, though, had been the arms that had wrapped around her, the naked torso that had been pressed against hers, the hot flesh that had been a sharp contrast to the cold water, the feeling of his touch.
4. Mistake, How Good, and Gift Giving
Title: Mistake
Challenge: suggested prompt: diamond necklace, fire engine red lipstick, broken window
Character(s): Logan, Jean, Scott
Rating: PG-13
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
She was sitting on the floor, her legs folded up against her body, arms tucked between her chest and her thighs. Her face was streaked with tears, and her breath fogged before her, the broken window letting in the winter air. Her fire engine red lipstick was smeared across her face. Each gasping breath caused the diamond necklace she wore to sparkle in the light of a lamp, shadeless and on its side.
The room had been destroyed. Shards of mirror and glass littered the floor. The bodies of two men lay sprawled across the mess. Both were almost dead.
Title: How Good
Challenge: suggested prompt: diamond necklace, fire engine red lipstick, broken window
Character(s): Logan, Jean, Scott
Rating: PG-15
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is a mirror piece to Mistake.
Jean had looked amazing that night, dress hugging her curves, matching her fire engine red lipstick. Scott's anniversary gift, a diamond necklace, glittered in the lights of the hall and helped draw all eyes to her.
Logan had watched her move, hips swaying, a warm smile curling her lips. The ache of his heart and the ache of his groin made him pull her from the room and show her how good he thought she looked.
She didn't stopped him, so Scott did, and the evening ended with the glass of a broken window shining though a river of blood.
Title: Gift Giving
Challenge: suggested prompt: diamond necklace, fire engine red lipstick, broken window
Character(s): Logan, Jean, Scott
Rating: PG-15
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is an opposite piece to Mistake.
All evening she absently traced Scott's anniversary gift, a diamond necklace. Her lips curled into a warm smile as she remembered the gift she'd given him in return.
She'd let Scott dress, and then undress, her, and in the end, her fire engine red lipstick had left mouth shaped kisses on his body and a ring around his erection.
Jean's eyes found Scott's through the crowds. She traced her lower lip with her tongue, knowing his eyes followed the movement, and smiled when his jaw tightened.
She never noticed Logan storming from the room, or the broken window left behind.
5. Cherry Red, Un-somethinglike, and Cherry Play
Title: Cherry Red
Challenge: suggested prompt: ice cube tray, a cherry, kitchen sink
Character(s): Logan, Rogue, Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
She was trying to catch a cherry with only her tongue.
Logan watched, leaning against the kitchen sink. Bobby watched her with the same rapt attention. Lust crawled up into Logan's chest to fight with a heat-hot jealousy. The cherry dangled from Bobby's fingers, and Rogue's eyes moved between the cherry and her boyfriend's face.
Her tongue curled around the fruit, and Logan turned away snarling. He could feel four eyes on him and grabbed for the empty ice cube tray on the counter. He jerked the water on and ran the tray under the stream, only half filling it.
Title: Un-somethinglike
Challenge: suggested prompt: ice cube tray, a cherry, kitchen sink
Character(s): Logan, Rogue, Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is a mirror piece to Cherry Red.
Bobby was lucky Rogue's head wasn't in his lap. The sight of her pink tongue attempting to curl around a cherry was doing ungentlemanly things to him. Later, he'd close his eyes and pretend that tongue was doing unladylike things to him, but for how he was going to watch her and let himself get hard, both with lust and with the satisfaction of making Logan jealous.
A snarl drew both his and Rouge's attention toward the kitchen sink where Logan was busily pretending to fill an ice cube tray. Rogue gave Bobby a curious look when he smirked, amused.
Title: Cherry Play
Challenge: suggested prompt: ice cube tray, a cherry, kitchen sink
Character(s): Logan, Rogue, Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is an opposite piece to Cherry Red.
If Bobby wasn't seeing it for himself, he never would have believed the Wolverine was capable of such. . . romanticism? Rogue had her head in his lap, and a cherry dangled from the Wolverine's thick fingers. Rogue's tongue flicked out and attempted to pull the cherry in mouth.
Bobby swallowed and leaned back against kitchen sink. Not romanticism then. Lust, plain and simple. Bobby breathed out through his nose as Rogue's tongue flicked against the cherry again. Logan's low growl and narrowed eyes made Bobby jump, then spin around and fumble with a forgotten ice cube tray, eyes averted.
6. Another Mistake, Hole, and Pathetic
Title: Another Mistake
Challenge: suggested prompt: king sized bed, dead roses, a puddle
Character(s): Scott, Logan, Jean
Rating: R
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This piece is not related to Mistake.
Dead roses sat on Scott's dresser, shriveled and brown. They'd been there for three months. The room itself had been empty for just as long.
Jean hadn't noticed them when she'd stumbled into the room, her body pressed against a man who was not her husband. Logan had noticed, but their importance had not registered. They'd tumbled onto the king sized bed, removing only what was necessary for him to enter her.
Scott had heard the low growls before he'd entered the room. Later, he stood in the center of the room, alone, a puddle of blood at his feet.
Title: Hole
Challenge: suggested prompt: king sized bed, dead roses, a puddle
Character(s): Logan
Rating: R
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is a mirror piece to Another Mistake.
Logan could smell dead roses, though no flowers were in his room. He saw flashes of skin and felt a slick heat; they made his body burn, but his muddled mind didn't know why. Or why they made him think he had a hole in his chest.
A king sized bed sat somewhere in his mind. He knew a smell connected it to the skin and wet heat, but the roses were there, hiding it from him.
They didn't separate him from the sight of his own blood forming a puddle by someone's feet.
The hole in chest was back.
Title: Pathetic
Challenge: suggested prompt: king sized bed, dead roses, a puddle
Character(s): Logan
Rating: R
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is an opposite piece to Another Mistake.
Jean had laughed, long and hard, at the pathetic look on Scott's face, his lower lip protruded in a pout. A bundle of dead roses dangled from his hand, a mishap of a gift.
Still giggling, Jean pushed Scott back, toppling him onto their king sized bed and crawled up his body to straddle his hips. Then, she showed him just how cute she thought he was.
Logan stood outside their door, listening. His hand tightened involuntarily, crushing the glass vase he held, a puddle of water forming at his feet. He left the flowers and then left the mansion.
7. Taking Care of Rogue, Parts One and Two
Title: Taking Care of Rogue, Part One
Challenge: suggested prompt: stocking, steam, spilled champagne
Character(s): Rogue, Logan
Rating: NC-17
Date: March 26, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Rogue
"God," Rogue gasped, back arching, legs splaying further open. Logan's hand clutched at her stocking covered thigh, a growl rumbling through his chest as he used his tongue on her.
Spilled champagne discolored the carpet, and steam wafted from the shower that had been left running when he'd thrown her on the bed.
He hadn't meant to walk in on her undressing, but the sight of her, bent over to pick up something dropped, her body bare except for nearly sheer stockings, made him drop the champagne he'd brought and take care of the virginity she'd been whining about lately.
Title: Taking Care of Rogue, Part Two
Challenge: suggested prompt: surveillance, callous, midnight snack
Character(s): Rogue, Logan
Rating: PG-13
Date: March 26, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Rogue
"I'm hungry."
"So get something to eat."
"How can you be so callous?"
"I'm tired."
"It's your fault I'm hungry."
Logan shifted, a grin sliding over his lips, his eyes taking in her naked form. "It is, isn't it?"
Rogue blushed, tugging up the sheet to cover herself. "Come on. I'm in the mood for a midnight snack."
"The kitchen counter does have merit," Logan mused. "And the table."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Sugar, I'm all for video tapes in our bedroom, but not in the kitchen."
"Oh," Logan said disappointedly. "Right. Surveillance. Wake me when you're back."
"Logan!"
"What?"
8. Kisses, Not That, and Accidental
Title: Kisses
Challenge: suggested prompt: piece of blue string, bathroom mirror, Hershey's Kisses
Character(s): Logan, Rogue
Rating: NC-17
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
She tasted like Hershey's Kisses, and he kissed her all the harder for it. His hands cushioned her head from the hardness of the bathroom mirror. She kept making half panting, half moaning noises. He ground into her, making them rise in pitch. Her legs tightened around his waist with each thrust.
He pulled back when she began to unbutton his pants. He ran his fingers through her hair, struggling to catch his breath, and pulled loose a piece of blue string tangled in her hair. He leaned down for another kiss, forgetting he wanted to move to the bed.
Title: Not That
Challenge: suggested prompt: piece of blue string, bathroom mirror, Hershey's Kisses
Character(s): Logan, Rogue
Rating: NC-17
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is a mirror piece to Kisses.
The Hershey's Kisses had left a chocolate film in her mouth Logan was attempting to remove. Not that she minded. Not when she found herself pressed against the bathroom mirror, his tongue in her mouth, his erection doing very nice things to her body, his hands massaging her scalp.
She blinked startled when he pulled away. His fingers kept soothing through her hair while hers tried to finished what they'd started without her consent. Not that she was going to stop them. Not when Logan's attention was shifted from a piece of blue string to finding his way inside her.
Title: Accidental
Challenge: suggested prompt: piece of blue string, bathroom mirror, Hershey's Kisses
Character(s): Logan, Rogue
Rating: PG-13
Date: April 23, 2004
Words: 100
Chocolate(s): Logan
Note(s): This is an opposite piece to Kisses.
Rogue sighed unhappily as Jean continued to suture the wound in her finger. It wasn't fair that her make out session with Logan should be cut short. They'd ended up shattering the bathroom mirror. They could have moved to the bed, but she'd sliced her finger open on a mirror shard. Logan had hastily tied a piece of blue string around her finger to stem the bleeding and then shuffled her, disheveled clothes and all, to the infirmary. Jean's knowing look hadn't helped matters. Only Logan's amused look and his promising gift of Hershey's Kisses had lifted her spirits.
