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Title: Ice
Characters: Rogue/Bobby (Ice Man)
Fandom: X Men (films)
Rating: 15
A/N: set before X3 but written after seeing it.
Rogue peeled off her gloves last of all and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so normal. Sometimes she wished she were blue or had spikes growing out of her face. So long as she could touch someone. Bobby specifically, but sometimes anyone at all would do.
She ran a hand down her face, her throat, her chest, and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Bobby touch her that way. Tears in her eyes, she turned away from the mirror. This never worked if she could see it was her hands doing the touching.
The bed was safely away from any reflective surfaces. Her hands could move lower. Rogue took an ice cube from the glass on her bedside table and ran it down her stomach. It was always a jolt when it hit her clit. Eyes squeezed shut, she could imagine it was Ice Man touching her.
Taking a second ice cube, she ran it over her lips. Tears dripped into her ear distracting her briefly, but she carried on until all the ice melted. As the last of the ice disappeared and her fingers finally touched her clit, she came.
Rogue would never know the touch of the boy she loved. This was as close as she could think to get. It was not nearly close enough.
Characters: Rogue/Bobby (Ice Man)
Fandom: X Men (films)
Rating: 15
A/N: set before X3 but written after seeing it.
Rogue peeled off her gloves last of all and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so normal. Sometimes she wished she were blue or had spikes growing out of her face. So long as she could touch someone. Bobby specifically, but sometimes anyone at all would do.
She ran a hand down her face, her throat, her chest, and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Bobby touch her that way. Tears in her eyes, she turned away from the mirror. This never worked if she could see it was her hands doing the touching.
The bed was safely away from any reflective surfaces. Her hands could move lower. Rogue took an ice cube from the glass on her bedside table and ran it down her stomach. It was always a jolt when it hit her clit. Eyes squeezed shut, she could imagine it was Ice Man touching her.
Taking a second ice cube, she ran it over her lips. Tears dripped into her ear distracting her briefly, but she carried on until all the ice melted. As the last of the ice disappeared and her fingers finally touched her clit, she came.
Rogue would never know the touch of the boy she loved. This was as close as she could think to get. It was not nearly close enough.
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