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Fuck or Die: Sex Pollen

Fuck Or Die

Sex Pollen Version----

(TRIGGER WARNING HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

The rules are simple.

Post character and preferences.
Tag others.
???
Profit.

You've been attacked by that darned Sex Pollen. One or both of you can be infected.
One thing is clear, though. Anyone infected MUST FUCK.
No other option.

Have fun with that, kiddos!

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Wasn't exactly proper, to be feeling like this out in public. Not that she did often. But there were times, wrapped up in herself so tight without someone else to touch, she had to get it out somehow. And up until a few months ago, that somehow had involved a piece of plastic with a battery.

She was sure a lot of people had expected her to jump right onto the first willing man after Danger released the blocks on her powers, but she'd reined herself in well enough, or so she thought. Up until today. It was an odd day, and she couldn't say exactly why or how, but she needed--

"Ooph," Rogue managed to run herself headlong into a pretty blonde woman with a cigarette. "Ah... sorry 'bout that, sug'."

Great, there were civilians on the street. At this point Jenny just wanted to go home. She and hers had gotten the brunt of the attack, and anyone who came in skin contact with them would have it rubbed off even more so on them.

She wasn't exactly looking where she was going, she was looking around to make sure that the clean up was fairly secure. Really, the worst that would happen was that this town would have one hell of a night, but she still wanted to make sure the aftermath was minimal.

That was when she ran directly into the brunette. Pollen transferred from one to the other, catching in Rogue's hair and on her skin. Jenny hadn't noticed yet. She was having a moment of staring at Rogue's lips as they moved.

"Ah, not a problem ..."

Rogue's stomach was positively twisting, fluttering into and out of knots, and it only seemed to redouble as she stared up at the blonde woman. That accent. Rogue always did go a little weak in the knees for accents. At least, she did when she was like this.

Then again, like this, she had a sneaking suspicion that a lot of things would make her weak in the knees.

"Well, uhm," Rogue is about to walk away, but she stops suddenly, turning and placing a hand on her hip. "Sorry, have we met before? Only you look so familiar..."

Well, Jenny HAD been around for almost a century, but she couldn't place ever seeing this girl. (Probably because they're from different publishing companies.) The girl was cute though, and if it was a pick up line Jenny wouldn't have minded suffering through this pollen with her.

"I can't say I recognized your face, but we could talk about it over a pint." She offered her hand. "I'm Jenny."

"Rogue, ah..."

A pint. Beer. Beer, she could do. Beer and moonshine were her specialty, and there was a good stock of both in the fridge of her apartment, just around the corner. And as much as she felt she should be assisting with the cleanup effort, this really wasn't the time for her to be out in the general public.

"I think I got a few up in the fridge. My place's just around the corner. You wanna'...?"

Jenny glanced back at the others. They pretty much had it in hand with The Doctor fixing the pollen situation.

"Yeah." Her reply was a little absent before she turned back to Rogue with a smile. "I think I've done everything I can here anyway."

"Well good on them, then."

Rogue linked arms with Jenny and led her around the corner -- quite literally -- and up into the high-rise apartment complex that brought them to. Up to the top floor, Rogue always had enjoyed a room with a view, even if high-rises were a proverbial fire hazard in a place where super-humans did near-daily battles with super-villains and all that that entailed.

An elevator ride to the top floor, however took quite a bit of time. The doors had hardly slid shut when Rogue backed the blonde against a wall, hands pressed to the railing behind Jenny's hips.

"That pollen stuff's... makin' everyone act funny, ain't it?"

Jenny's hands rested on Rogue's hips, her back smacking against the elevator wall. "Yeah. An associate of mine is cleaning it up."

This was a curious turn of events. Would Rogue still do what she was planning or would Jenny be going back down that elevator by herself.

Rogue would be doing a great many things to this woman, given the opportunity. Re-assimilating her time with Blindspot had left her with rather intimate knowledge of what to do with a woman, and she certainly didn't intend to let it go to waste on this one.

Rogue's lip gloss tasted like vanilla, a flavor that would linger with Jenny as the girl crushed their lips together. Gloved hands moved to that blonde hair, sinking in and holding her to a kiss that she could swear was burning her down to her very core.

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