… Aidan Quinn
She knocked twice before I opened the door.
Tight black long-sleeve shirt, ripped jeans at the knees, faint dark circles under her eyes like she never really slept. Dark brown hair with that white streak falling across her eyes.
When she stepped across the threshold, the air changed. Like even the room knew who had just walked in.
She was one of my favorite waifus. For a bunch of reasons, obviously. Part of it was the goth thing, sure— but more than that, it was her strength, her loneliness… and that cruel power that kept her living behind a barrier between her and the rest of the world.
But here, we both knew… that didn't apply to me.
"You busy?" she asked, looking around, like she was scanning for signs of someone else.
"Not for you."
She bit the corner of her lip. Not like she was trying to be sexy — more nervous. Wanting something she wasn't sure she should take.
"Rogue…"
She took a breath, deep, and said: "I didn't come to talk. Tonight… I just want to feel. Feel someone… without being afraid."
I moved in close, slowly, raised my hand and touched her cheek.
She closed her eyes. Her skin was warm.
When she opened them again, they were shining.
"You don't know what that means to me…"
"Then show me", I whispered.
She wrapped her arms around me. Face pressed to my chest. Just stayed there, for a moment. And little by little… she let herself fall into it. Like this touch — this one thing the whole damn world denied her — was now the only thing holding her up.
My hands rested gently on her back. I stroked her slowly, feeling how much she trembled.
"There's no danger here, Rogue", I murmured against her hair. "Just you. And whatever you want to feel."
She raised her face and kissed me. No warning or build-up. Just full of everything she'd kept locked away for too long. Her mouth was hot. Hungry. The kiss was this wild mix of craving and anger — like she wanted to erase years of isolation with her tongue.
She pressed her body into mine. Her chest against my chest, hips locking into place like puzzle pieces. Her hands grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me in harder, wanting more.
I gave her my hunger, too. But with care. Not because I thought she was fragile — she was steel, through and through — but because she deserved to be touched with intent. Deserved someone who knew how to handle a woman the whole world had tried to keep at arm's length.
Rogue pulled back, breath shaky.
"I'm tired of not feeling. Tired of shrinking away, of apologizing, of hiding. And now, with you, I… I can. And I want to. I want you, Sugah."
I brushed my fingers along the side of her face. Light, but she leaned into it like she was begging for more.
"Then feel. Use me for that, if you need to."
She gave a half-smile, then kissed me again. Her body was hot and starving. Rogue's eyes burned — but not like a wildfire. This was a slow burn. One that'd been smoldering for years, waiting for someone who wouldn't flinch when they held it.
She kissed me like every second stolen was a piece of the world no one else could give her. And when she pulled back, breathing into my mouth, her eyes locked on mine — no shields, no snarky humor to protect her.
And then she said it.
"I'm gonna give you everything. I'm yours, Sugah… but… be mine when I need you. That's all I want."
My throat tightened. Not because I didn't believe her — but because I knew what it cost her to say that.
"I already am", I said, simple.
She looked at me another second. Then started undressing slowly. No fear or shame. The black shirt came off first. Then the bra — baring pale, firm breasts, nipples hard and sensitive under the room's warm air. The jeans slid down her legs, smooth. Finally, the black panties hit the floor.
I didn't move. Just stared.
Her skin was dusted with soft freckles, scattered across her shoulders, down her arms, tracing her chest and breasts.
She stood there, naked in front of me. And it was the best thing I'd seen all day.
Scott and his challenges? Sure, that was fun. But this… this is why I'm a Contractor.
I knelt in front of her, kissed her belly, then went lower. Ran my tongue slowly between her legs. From the bottom… all the way up.
"A-Aidan… Sugah…" she moaned, throwing her head back.
My tongue found her clit. I sucked, right on target. My fingers slid inside her — slow at first, curving at just the right angle. [Sticky Fingers] turned every stroke into a live wire. She reacted like electricity — her whole body tensing, moaning loud, her skin breaking into sweat.
"Oh God… I'm… I'm coming, Sugah…!"
She came with her mouth wide open, shaking all over, her legs giving out. I caught her. Carried her to the bed, laid her breathless across the sheets, and just watched her for a moment.
Rogue looked up at me. Eyes glassy, but calm.
"Show me this is real", she whispered. "Touch me like I've never been denied, Sugah."
I moved between her legs. My cock, rock hard, rubbed against her hot, wet entrance, and she opened wider for me — arms stretched out, ready.
I touched her face with one hand. Lined myself up with the other.
"You're everything, Rogue. And now you're gonna feel that."
She arched her back with a long moan as I entered, the kind of sound someone makes when they finally — finally — come alive.
"Sugah…" she cried like it was a prayer— or a plea. "Don't stop…"
And I didn't.
Right there, between every thrust, every shared breath, soaked sheets and shivering skin…
Rogue stopped being untouchable.
And I finally touched what no one else had ever been allowed to reach.
...
She opened up beneath me like she was learning to breathe with her whole body. Legs wrapped around my waist, eyes shut, brow furrowed — like feeling this much was almost too much to handle.
I moved inside her slowly. Deep, steady thrusts. My cock slid in deep, feeling every inch of her hot, tight pussy molding to my rhythm. She was insanely wet. With every stroke, the sound of our sex mixed with her breathing, with the moans she didn't bother holding back anymore.
There was no rush. Just presence.
"Sugah…" she whispered, drawn-out — like every time she said it, she was pulling me in deeper.
I leaned down, kissed her neck, then her mouth. Slow, wet kisses. The kind you give when you want to stay. When you get that what she needs isn't just lust — but to be touched like someone who deserves pleasure.
Not out of pity. Out of right.
"You look so beautiful like this…" I whispered in her ear. "Let me show you how much."
My hand slid to her breasts. I caressed them, then gave a firm squeeze, feeling how hard and warm her nipples were. I sucked one into my mouth, and she arched against me, her hips rising, begging for more contact, more friction.
I picked up the pace — deeper thrusts now. Still slow, but packed with intent. The wet sound of me sliding inside her filled the room.
She laced her fingers with mine. Gripped my hand like it was her anchor.
And maybe it was.
"Sugah… I'm so close~" she moaned, "so close… don't stop… fill me up…"
I tilted my hips and shifted the angle. Hit that spot inside her. She cried out. A raw, sweaty, real sound. And then she came. The orgasm shook her body hard. Her legs trembled, her belly tightened around me so fiercely it almost dragged me over the edge with her.
But I held on.
I wanted more.
I laid her on her side, pulled one of her legs over my waist, and started moving again. Slower now. More intimate. Closer. Rogue was soft, melting. Moaning low, eyes wet, hands pressed to my chest.
"I never thought anyone would want me like this…" she whispered. "No fear… no barriers…"
"I don't want you despite all that, Rogue. I want all of you. You're already mine— exactly as you are."
I kissed her lips. Then kept moving inside her. Soaking in the heat. The closeness. She came again. Softer this time, deeper. A hot breath sighed into my neck as she held me tight, her body pressing into mine.
And when I couldn't hold back anymore, I came too.
Buried deep inside her.
She pulled me in tighter, like she wanted to keep every drop inside. We stayed there, tangled. My face against hers. Our skin slick with sweat and pleasure.
...
Rogue was still on top of me, her body pressed to mine, skin warm, damp, breathing against my chest. Every breath she let out felt like a slow release — like she was finally letting go of something that had been locked up inside her for way too long.
I ran my fingers slowly down her bare back, tracing invisible curves across skin dusted with light freckles.
She sighed with every touch. But now… it was different.
"Can I ask you something?" I murmured, my lips near her ear.
She didn't answer right away. Then whispered, "Go ahead, Sugah."
I waited a beat, then went straight to it.
"Do you hate your power?"
Rogue didn't move, but I felt her body tense for a moment. When she answered, it was like swallowing a bitter truth.
"Sometimes…" she murmured. "Sometimes more than I can admit. It made me afraid of my own touch. Made me apologize just for existing."
"And that wears you down?"
She swallowed hard.
"It wears me out in ways no one sees. People look at me and all they see is 'that girl who can't touch anyone.' And after a while… I started seeing myself that way too."
Her voice was rough, thick, worn out from the weight — but also from the relief of finally saying it out loud. I cupped her face, brushed my thumb across her cheek.
"With me, you don't have to be afraid of anything", I said, still stroking her back. "If you want to try and learn how to control it, I can help you."
She lifted her head, surprised. Her eyes were glassy, but steady.
"You think that's possible?"
"I don't think. I know. And if we try everything… and it still doesn't work…"
I paused. Looked her dead in the eyes. An idea I'd been carrying for a while…
"…I can take your power away. For good."
Her eyes widened. Her whole body froze for a second.
"Take it away?"
I nodded.
"All for One. I can steal powers. I can make you free. If that's what you want."
She took a long breath. When she exhaled, she smiled — not a broken smile, but one with tears in her eyes. She laid her head back down on my chest, forehead resting over my heart, and whispered: "You have no idea what that means to me, Sugah."
She didn't even question it.
"I do. That's why I'm offering."
We lay there like that for a moment. Breathing together. Bodies tangled, the bed still marked with the traces of everything we'd just shared. And then, suddenly… she moved.
Slowly, but with no hesitation. She sat up on me. Her messy hair falling around her face. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her thighs steady against my hips. Her pussy sliding against the base of my cock, already making me hard again just from the heat of her skin — slick, needy, alive.
She looked down at me. Heat in her eyes. But something tender too. Something sure.
"This… is for giving me a choice, Sugah~" she said with a slow, wicked smile. "And because I want it. Again."
She grabbed my cock, lined it up, and slowly sank down. Inch by inch. Until I was buried deep inside her.
We both moaned at the same time.
She was warm, wet… tight like she'd been waiting for me forever.
"Ahh… Sugah…" she breathed, tossing her head back. "I've never… felt so alive."
She started riding me in slow, steady circles. No rush. She wanted to feel everything. Her hands planted on my chest. Her breasts bounced with every drop of her hips. Her pussy pulled at me like it was trying to remember the shape of me from the inside.
I couldn't stop staring. Rogue on top of me — in control and soft all at once. Her body slick, tense, glowing in the soft light of the room.
Her skin marked by pleasure, not pain. She leaned down and kissed me, never stopping her hips.
"You're mine now, Sugah", she whispered against my mouth. "And I'm gonna savor every second."
And I let her.
She was the raw desire of someone who'd never been allowed to want. And now… she wanted everything.
...
I played with the Company device in my hand.
My balance had gone up to 107 credits.
Capturing Rogue earned me 12 credits. They had the X-Men: Evolution version in the catalog, so I got that one for my Retinue — Rogue/Anna Marie, Tier 5.
And since we share a similar Defense type, I also got a 10-credit refund on what I'd spent earlier.
Apparently… Rogue giving herself to me with that kind of intensity qualified as a Love Confession.
And with 107 credits… a whole world of options opened up.
My first purchase was the lure [Alluring Whisper]. Basically, a lure that made my voice supernaturally seductive. Given how much I talk, it was a perfect combo. Honestly, can't believe I didn't think of it sooner.
Rookie mistake.
I also grabbed the Talent [Blessed]. It makes high-tier beings — like entities, gods, demons — more likely to form good will toward me faster.
Just covering my bases, you know… Phoenix Force and all that.
I picked up [Talent Sharing {Psychic}] too. That one lets me share my [Psychic] talent with Retinue members. So, Raven, Ororo and Rogue. That'd help with Rogue's training. And it'll definitely be useful for Jean… once the 72-hour of Company Stamp tatoo finishing…
If my math's right… early Saturday morning.
That left me with 47 credits. I've got a few more ideas, but nothing urgent. So I held onto the rest.
Right then, I heard footsteps. The pace, the steadiness...
Ororo.
I opened my eyes slowly — and there she was. Light coat, hair down, walking like someone who's crossed life barefoot through storms.
She stopped a few steps away, arms crossed, a soft smile on her lips.
"I was looking for you."
"Did I hide well?" I asked, stretching my legs. "Or did you just follow the trail of emotional damage I tend to leave everywhere?"
"Bit of both", she stepped closer. Her eyes — calm, assessing — landed on me with something else in them.
Interest? Concern? Maybe just honest curiosity.
"Rogue seemed different at breakfast."
"Different how?"
"Lighter", she said. "Almost… hopeful."
I smirked. Stretched my arms like I was just waking up — mostly to mask the instant flood of memory: her body, flush against mine.
"Guess I'm just that good then."
Ororo raised a brow. She wasn't buying it.
"What did you do to her?"
"Ororo…" I said, turning slightly to face her better. "I can tell you, but you've gotta promise to still treat me nicely afterward."
She laughed. That soft, low laugh she did when amused but trying not to show it.
"You don't drop the tone, even between the lines."
"I like the in-betweens. That's where the best things happen."
She took a breath, still smiling — but let the tone shift.
"Charles asked me to get you."
"He missed me already?"
"We're heading to the Baxter Building."
I went quiet for half a second. Then let out a near-dramatic sigh.
"Baxter Building, huh… day's off to a great start."
"Full scans. Genetic detection, energy signature analysis, phenotypic compatibility… Hank started listing terms and I nearly bolted."
"But you didn't."
"Exactly", she said, firm. "And neither will you."
"Of course not", I said, getting up. "Because this means one thing."
"And what's that?"
I stepped closer, lowered my voice like I was sharing some dangerous little secret.
"Sue Storm."
Ororo rolled her eyes, already tired of me.
"Knew it."
"I'm just gonna look. Maybe compliment her. Maybe… turn invisible beside her. You know, for spiritual compatibility."
"Aidan…"
"Alright, alright. I'll be respectful while remaining scientifically enchanted."
She smiled — then turned to head back the way she came.
"Ten minutes. Transport room. And wear something that doesn't make you look like you just walked out of a '90s music video."
"Only if you help me pick."
She raised a hand in a silent don't you dare gesture.
And I stood there for a moment longer. The garden suddenly felt a little more alive.
And maybe it was just me…
But something told me the day was about to get really fucking interesting.