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BIG DAMN TABLE.

Claim: X-Men Movieverse, Rogue
Title: "Continental Drift Divide"
Author: Elaine at Can't Find the Way Out and [livejournal.com profile] thenewapathy.
Characters: Wolverine, Rogue
Prompt: 48. Reccer's Choice
Rating: PG-15
Length: medium
Brief summary: There's a hurricane in New York, and everybody thinks it's global warming and it could spell the end of the world. And what do people do when it's the end of the world? They make out, hooray! Oh, and also, the banter is very good.

Rogue liked to wear Mississippi Rebels t-shirts to bed, with long white gloves from an old evening gown she found in the attic. "I couldn't sleep," she said apologetically, rubbing the back of her left calf with the toes of her right bare foot.

Logan stepped away from his bedroom door, not gesturing for her to come in because he knew she'd invite herself anyway. "Jean's the witchdoctor around here, not me."

She was getting better-- Rogue only missed half a beat at the sound of Jean's name, and if you weren't looking for it, it was impossible to catch.


Link to the story: Continental Drift Divide (or, here at the author's LJ)




Claim: X-Men Movieverse, Rogue
Title: "On Milkshakes and Marie"
Author: Diebin at Diebin Dot Net.
Characters: Wolverine/Rogue
Prompt: 50. Reccer's Choice
Rating: R
Length: long
Brief summary: What would happen if Logan -- the Wolverine, for cryin' out loud -- ended up making a silly mistake that teenaged boys make? And then what would happen if Rogue set about seducing Logan? It's funny and cute and hot, and Logan's kind of a woobie, which I kind of like sometimes.

So like so many innocent pre-pubescent boys, I reached for my wallet to pull out a twenty--and the twenty wasn't the only thing that went spilling out onto the table.

God knows why I still had them. It's not like I've used them since I met her--since a little before I met her, to be truthful. It was mostly habit that kept them in there--when I was running from bar to bar, beating the shit out of people, I liked to have them around in case . . . well, just in case. Because that's the kind of man I am.

Or at least was.

It wouldn't have been so bad if things hadn't been getting a little more . .. serious . . . lately. But I guess she was taking all this door holding coat wearing nonsense as seriously as I was--and the betrayed look that crossed her face when she picked up that little foil packet was about the most painful thing I'd ever seen.

I dropped condoms on the table. And she sure as hell knew I wasn't saving them for her.

Awww, shit.

Link to the story: On Milkshakes and Marie
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