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Place Your Hand	By : Kitsunehi Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Excalibur Views: 1627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Excalibur, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Place Your Hand
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Disclaimer: Okay, I think it's pretty obvious that I don't own the characters within: Marvel does. *gasp!* Also, without permission, I am writing Marvel characters doing things that Marvel characters aren't supposed to be doing according to the Comics Code, so if you're under eighteen (or sixteen in some countries); you know better by now than to read it. Once again, I have played with timelines, or rather kept Kitty and Wisdom together and Amanda (bless her heart) never stayed in Limbo. For all I know, that little mess never happened, but it does take place after Douglock's thoughtful deed. I'm not making any money; once again, I doubt anyone would pay me for it, anyway. Please don't freak about the accents, those of you who are more adept than I am; they are terribly Americanized by a hopeful (although terrible) Anthropological Linguist who's dear friend spent a time in Scotland who has a tendacy to get her brogue back after too much Corona. "The Black Swan" is copyrighted to 20th Century Fox Entertainment, 1942. Warning: this story contains romance and sex of a graphic nature...I personally don't know which is worse. *GRIN* And the quote isn't mine, either and it's used without permission, too. Flames will be fed to my cats and then I will send them to your house, and you can deal with them.

Also: This story is dedicated to Stephen Neal, who was cruel...I mean *creative* enough to throw the gauntlet and double-dare me. :) Thanks for the great challenge; sorry it took so long.

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"Place your hand, my body will decide,

Place your hand, my anger will subside."

-Melissa Etheridge

Douglock was in the kitchen, trying to dig the eggs out of the refrigerator. "Come on, now, there's gotta be one in here..." he muttered to himself. He knew making a batch of cookies for Rahne sounded incredibly stupid, but he'd heard her just the other day telling Kitty about how nice it would be to have a couple of walnut chocolate chip cookies to munch on, and he desperately wanted to give her something she wanted. Of course, he knew that he couldn't let her find out he'd done it, or she'd never accept them. As far as she was concerned, he was the Antichrist.

He'd honestly only been trying to help. He knew the reason that Rahne had thrown herself into the containment chamber after her foster mother was because she couldn't bear the thought of being without Moira. Just like he couldn't bear the thought of being without Rahne.

They all knew he had the components to the cure for the Legacy Virus somewhere within himself, and he just knew that if they tried a little harder, they could find it, but he couldn't do it without Moira's expertise to search the systems within his being. Then Moira would be cured and they'd all be together again. He and Rahne could be together...and even if anything ever happened to Moira, he'd take care of Rahne. He'd never let anything happen to the girl; he couldn't. He loved her.

But ever since he'd gotten into the computer and popped the door open, releasing the two women, Rahne had been furious with him. He tried to explain that he only wanted to save her, he didn't want her to become too exposed to the same virus that was killing her mother, and he knew Moira didn't, either. Just before she'd decided to lock herself away, Dr. MacTaggart had told her assistant, "A dinnae want te see Rahne get this bloody theng and die beside me, Doug. A need te do thes. She's no' goin' te understand tha' this is the way it needs te be, so A need ye to be there for her. Dinnae let her do anytheng foolish, Douglock, or so help me God, when A get oot o' tha' chamber, A'll take ye apart bit by bit, do ye understand me?"

He'd given her a slightly scared smile and vowed, "I promise, I'll never let anything happen to your daughter, Doctor." He had meant every word of it, too. As long as he existed, he would never let anyone or anything hurt her.

A moment later, he'd seen a small smile appear on Moira's lips. "Aye, lad, A'll believe ye; ye wouldnae let anytheng happen to me wee bairn, would ye?" Then, she stopped and turned away for a moment, before facing him again. "But she's no' a bairn anymore, is she, lad? Nae, she's grown inte a beautiful young woman. But A'm sure ye ken tha', dinnae ye?"

"Well..." he sputtered, knowing that were he truly human, he would be blushing a dozen shades of red at that moment, but instead, a slight yellow glow colored his face from energy within him rushing to the surface. "Well, yes, Rahne is a very beautiful young lady, from my own observations and... feelings...I mean opinions..." he corrected quickly.

Moira's smile had become slightly more mysterious at that moment, a small twinkle in her brown eyes as she replied, "Aye, Doug, tha' she is."

He'd even done the unthinkable to obtain the recipe for the cookies and had actually dug through mountains of old index cards Moira had stored on the far end of the complex, in one of the old rooms. Perhaps one day, he would put them all onto a disk for her, so she could find the recipes more conveniently, especially since she normally sent him to do it anyway, when she even used them at all. It would sure be easier on me, he'd thought guiltily. But right now, Rahne is more important than that.

He'd cried out triumphantly as he found the eggs and stood up straight, turning to add them to the other ingredients stacked neatly on the counter. He'd never baked before, but the whole thing was written out, and he had already discovered a more efficient cooking time, calculating the exact measurements of the dough by the heat and exactly down to the second how long it would take to bring out a batch of perfect cookies that weren't burnt at all, but were still a perfect golden brown on the bottom, soft and chewy on the inside without being undercooked...

He was so wrapped up in his calculations that he didn't notice he had company in the room with him. A sudden flash of red hair brought him to his senses, and he groaned inwardly when he realized it was her. He could try to explain it away as nothing, but he was a horrible liar, and she knew it. And even if by some miracle had he managed to get away with it, she would know he'd been the one baking because of the supplies out on the counter. "Hi, Rahne," he stammered slightly, not daring to outright look at her.

"Hello, Douglock," she replied, a slight chill to her voice. She was trying her hardest to remain angry with him, especially after what he'd done, but she couldn't help but remember the way she'd felt only moments before he'd opened the door. She had been so happy to see him and was thrilled that her mother let her talk to him, and had even kept her promise not to breathe a word about the talk they'd had the night before; mostly about how she'd felt about Doug, especially after she'd kissed him. Moira hadn't condemned her for her actions, and had only smiled. A long conversation had followed about making the right decisions when the time felt right, and it had left her feeling much better about the way she felt over the years for different boys she'd known, and how she felt about Douglock right now.

"So...uh, how are you?" he asked cautiously, testing the waters a little further.

"Fine, thank ye," she answered, trying to remain aloof about the whole thing before her curiosity got the better of her. "An' what do ye thenk ye're doin'?"

"Uh...baking cookies," he offered with a slight gold tinge to his cheeks before he pressed on quickly. "I wanted to try it and I discovered a new way of making them to come out as perfectly as possible...I don't suppose you'd...try them when I'm done, would you?"

A slight smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. He's so cute when he's embarrassed, she thought to herself. "Aye, A'll try 'em for ye," she replied. "A'm goin' te take a shower first, but A'll be back down in a wee bit."

"Really?" he asked suddenly, forgetting to hide his surprise. "You would? I'll have some waiting for you," he promised.

She nodded and hurried off to take her shower as Douglock continued to puzzle his way through his first batch of cookies.

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"There." Triumphant, Doug carefully scrutinized his first batch as he set them on some old newspapers to cool. They looked wonderful to him, and he hoped that Rahne would think so, too. He carefully set three on a plate, arranging them to make the best possible display, then adding a glass of milk to it. He studied the layout and added a napkin, just to make it look better. Satisfied with his work, he set back to measuring out the dough and put a new batch into the oven as Rahne walked back into the room.

He made the mistake of actually looking at her as she sat down and nearly dropped the cookie sheet. She was still in her robe, her damp hair curling around her delicate face. Was it his imagination, or was her robe a little more open than usual at the top? He tried not to stare at the milky white skin that showed beneath the deep green terrycloth as she leaned forward just slightly, watching him put the cookies in to bake.

"Are these for me?" she asked sweetly as she saw the plate he'd arranged for her. She felt her cheeks flush a little, wondering how he could still be so nice to her after the way she'd treated him. She'd felt awful that her anger had gotten the best of her, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing Moira; the woman was the closest thing to a mother she'd ever known and she didn't want her to die. When he nodded shyly and pretended to busy himself with a bit of cleaning, she picked up one of the cookies and bit into it, slowly chewing it, marveling at how wonderful it was. She closed her eyes and sighed, "Och, Douggie, ye have nae idea how heavenly thes es!"

"Your reaction is rather positive, so I would assume you're enjoying it," he finally managed to stammer, after he'd turned around and saw the look of utter bliss on her features. And God, I've never seen you look so beautiful before, he added in his mind. His eyes wandered to her lips as she licked the last bit of crumbs away and he nearly choked when she let out a noise something akin to a purr. He wanted to kiss her again so badly, it hurt.

"A've been wantin' cookies for days!" she exclaimed, opening her eyes. "Thank ye sae much. A'd almost thenk ye've go' telepathy," she teased lightly, noticing the light yellow glow in his face.

"Well, I..."

"Ye overheard me talkin' tae Kitty, dinnae ye?" she asked, trying to sound angry, but she felt the smile creep across her lips.

"Yes, I did," he admitted, blushing outright. "I didn't mean to...I was just walking by. And I thought maybe I could do something you wanted, at least. I know I really screwed up and I just wanted to make it up to you..." He paused before he continued, looking down at the floor. "I know that cookies won't make up for it, but I just wanted you out of there; I was so scared that I'd lose you..." His mouth clamped shut as soon as the confession had slipped out, but it was too late. She'd heard it.

Rahne gasped at his words, nearly dropping the cookie from her hand. She felt tears sting at the back of her eyes, feeling positively terrible. She hadn't even stopped to consider how Doug had felt, or what had prompted him to open the doors; she'd only thought of herself and how losing Moira would have affected her and she realized it as soon as she saw his shoulders slump. "Douggie, A...A dinnae ken ye...och, Douggie, A'm sorrae," she whispered, setting the cookie down as she shakily stood up. She'd realized her own feelings for him, but she'd never stopped and considered his on the matter, either. He'd never shown any real indication other than the kiss they'd shared before she left to visit her old friends in X-Factor...or had he and she'd just not noticed? She tried to walk over to him, but her feet just wouldn't move and the tears that were threatening to spill out were blurring her vision. All she could do was stand there as she closed her eyes again and wrap her arms around herself, wishing she could talk to someone about what just happened, but was afraid if she left that he'd think she hated him...

Douglock saw her wrap her arms around herself and started forward cautiously. He wanted to hold her, the way that she was holding herself, make her tears stop, since he could see them pushing out beneath her eyelashes. Deciding that he couldn't bear to see her like that, he stopped thinking of the consequences and rushed forward, pulling her into an embrace and whispered, "Please don't cry, Rahne. It's not your fault. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said anything...I don't blame you if you're mad. If you want me to let you go, I will, but I can't stand seeing you cry..."

She had momentarily stiffened when she felt him wrap his arms around her, but she suddenly leaned into him as he'd offered to let her go, not wanting him to. She knew she couldn't trust her voice, so she wrapped her own arms around his waist and buried her face into his shirt, which smelled of the cookies and laundry detergent. It was a comforting smell; one that reminded her of when she had first been adopted by Moira and she'd come into the kitchen one afternoon, shortly after a small fight they had had earlier that day. Moira had been just as teary and willing to apologize as she'd been and drew her in for a hug...and that same smell was there; that all-comforting scent that had always made her feel safe and loved. She hadn't felt like that in so long... She suddenly burst into tears, clutching onto him tightly, afraid he'd let go and the feeling would stop.

"Rahne, what's wrong?" he asked quietly, trying to step away a little, so she could answer. He felt himself pulled back into the hug, tighter than before, not knowing what to do. He wished at that moment that he did have telepathy, so he could ask someone what to do. Kurt, I really wish you were here, right now, he thought. Or Kitty... Someone, anyone to help him. Oh, well, I guess I'll have to wing it. "Rahne, I won't let go, okay, but could you please tell me what's wrong?"

"A'm such a horrible person," she sobbed. "A dinnae thenk aboot how ye felt at all. A dinnae even thenk A cared...A'm sorrae! A'm such a selfish, awful person an' ye've been sae kind an' patient with me...A dinnae ken why ye're actin' like thes..."

"You're not a horrible person, Rahne," he soothed, brushing one hand over her hair. "And you're not selfish and awful. You love Moira and there's nothing selfish about that; you were too worried to think about anything else...and I think that makes you a beautiful, wonderful person."

"Stop tryin' tae make me feel better!" she cried. "A'm nae wonderful or beautiful at all!"

"I always thought you were," he offered, with a small shrug. "If no one else agrees with me, then I'm in a class all by myself, which is really too bad; I can't understand how other men couldn't see what they're missing." But I'm not a man, am I? I'm just Douglock, the Techno-organic boy. I can't compete with someone who's flesh and blood...and real, he thought almost bitterly.

Rahne stopped her crying and looked up at him in amazement, forgetting the fact that she must have looked ridiculous, tears streaming down her face, sniffling and choking, her eyes red and puffy. If she had thought of it, she didn't notice, or care at the moment. "Dae ye mean tha', Douggie?" she asked softly. Almost unconsciously, she rubbed at her face with the sleeve of her robe.

Douglock surprised himself by answering, "Of course I mean that. You know I can't lie to you, since you know me so well, but honestly, I'd never lie to you, anyway." Then, he further surprised himself by bending down and kissing her, very gently. Just once, very quickly. He glanced down, almost afraid to see what her reaction was and was startled to see that her eyes were closed and her face was upturned, her lips slightly parted as she raised herself up on the balls of her feet, evidently to return the kiss. He didn't even have time to react as her hands snaked up behind his neck and pulled him down to her lips again. It's just one little kiss, after all... 10101010110001110...>he thought, before he lost track of all logical thought a moment later.

All that was reaching his brain was that Rahne was standing there with him, in the kitchen, kissing him with much more vigor than she had before she'd left. And she was wearing her bathrobe. He didn't want to ponder on whether or not she had anything on under it, but the thought did come out and he couldn't help but wonder what she would look like without the robe on; although he was certain, she would be more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen in his life. He was suddenly very aware of Rahne's body, the way she smelled and felt, soft and delicate and perfect... And then, something happened that had never happened to him before.

Rahne was so lost in the fact that she was kissing Douglock, that it took her a few moments to realize the feel of something prodding into her hip through her bathrobe. She almost stopped when she identified what it could possibly be, but for some reason, it excited her that she made him do that. It excited her so much, that she kissed him harder, pushing her tongue into his mouth as her hand moved up into his hair to pull him closer and felt a tingle run through her as his own tongue cautiously met hers. Her knees went weak and she didn't realize that he was actually holding her up, very close to sinking to the floor himself.

She stepped back, feeling herself resting against the table and pulled him closer again, pressing her hips against his. His fingers tightened against the back of her robe and he felt one on her legs nudging it's way between his. The sensation was causing something of an overload inside him and he regretfully pulled away from her, gasping. When she opened her own eyes, she looked up at him, her own chest heaving against his, pressing harder against him with every intake of breath, pushing her robe open to reveal the swell of her breasts. Her was looking down at her face, flushed pink with excitement, when out of the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse down her robe and blushed again. He hadn't meant to look, but suddenly, his gaze was focused on the valley of her cleavage peeking out at him.

"A thenk ye're cookies are burnin'," she gasped.

He tore his eyes away from his view and rushed over to the oven, pulling the door open. He sighed, noting that the color was much darker than they should be and didn't even think before he reached in to pull them out. He suddenly yelped and dropped the cookie sheet as the pain receptors kicked in. He clutched his hand, biting his lip as the heat from what would have been a bad burn slowly began to ebb. He felt Rahne beside him, pulling him over to the sink and turning on the cold water, pushing his injured hand under the tap. There wouldn't be and actual burn, per se, but there would be an amount of discomfort for a while and until the circuits bonded back together, his touch would be extremely sensitive, meaning the rush of water was agonizing. He pulled his hand back sharply, shaking the offending substance off, splashing her. She let out a surprised squeak, stepping back and wiped off her face with the collar of her robe, opening it further.

"Sorry," he offered, sheepishly. "I didn't mean to get you wet."

"Tha's alright," she told him with a small smile, which faded immediately. "Are ye hurt much?" she questioned, gently taking his hand by the wrist to examine it.

"No. That's the good thing about not having flesh," he explained. "The pain reaction is there, but the damage is much less, due to lack of an epidermal layer. It should only take a half-hour for everything to knit back together properly."

"A stell thenk ye should let Mum look a' et," she told him. "Even if ye aren't burned like tha', ye're in need o' medical attention."

"No, really, I'll be fine," he insisted, not wanting to have to explain to Moira why he wasn't thinking clearly enough to have grabbed a pot holder. However, he realized he would have to explain it to someone else, as Amanda padded into the kitchen and he felt himself blush again.

"Something smells good in here," she commented with a smile, glancing over at the counter. Then she saw the pan on the floor. "What happened?" she asked, walking over to them.

"Douggie dropped the pan," Rahne offered softly, her face crimson.

"You know, that's what these are for," Amanda teased lightly, picking up a pot holder. "Are you okay? And what possessed you to try taking them out of the oven with your bare hands? That's hardly any way to impress Rahne." She noticed the both of them had been thoroughly embarrassed and grinned. "I was only kidding you, guys. Why don't you bring him to your mom and I'll clean this up, okay?" she offered.

"Sure," they mumbled, walking toward the door as the older woman bent down to pick up the cookie sheet.

As they walked down toward the lab, Rahne cautiously asked, "Ye aren't goin' tae tell her why ye burnt yeself, are ye?"

"Well, no, I really don't want to, but she knows me just as well as you do and she's going to find out," he admitted, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry I had to be so stupid."

"Ye weren't bein' stupid," she insisted. "Et was my fault; I shouldnae have done tha' to ye." She suddenly felt a little guilty, imaging Reverend Craig's voice in her mind, telling her how sinful she had been...then pushed it out of her mind forcefully. She hadn't done anything wrong; she wasn't a harlot for just kissing him; there was nothing wrong with doing it. She battled out the argument in her mind, deciding that what her foster mother had told her was the real truth in the matter and there was nothing wrong with kissing Doug because of the way that she felt about him.

"Nae, et's no' my fault." Rahne stopped dead in her tracks, crossing her arms over her chest. "A dinnae do anytheng wrong, an' neither did ye, sae we dinnae have anytheng te worry aboot," she said stubbornly. Then, she grabbed him by the arm, marched into the lab, dragging a very bewildered Douglock behind her.

"Well to wha' dae A owe th' honor o' a viset?" Moira asked lightly, as Rahne pulled him into the room. She noticed the stubborn look on her daughter's face and the golden glow on her assistant's.

"Douggie was bakin' me cookies an' I kissed 'im an' he got too distracted tae remember tae use th' hot pads an' burned himself," Rahne blurted out.

Moira blinked for a moment, letting the words sink in before standing up and walking over to them. "Well, let me see th' burn, then," she ordered. Doug extended his injured hand and she looked it over, noting there was no real damage to him, although she could see his electronic "pulse" racing through him at an alarming rate.

"Well et might take a while tae heal itself, but ye already ken tha'," she told him. "A dinnae thenk there's any permanent damage tae the circuitry, sae ye'd best be thankful for et." Then, she stepped back and regarded them both. "An' tha' will teach ye two tae fool around in th' kitchen," she added sternly.

She managed not to smile as they both stared at her in utter shock before she turned back to her work. "Nae go clean up tha' mess an' bring me a cookie or two, would ye?"

"I'll do it," Doug offered, turning on his heels and rushing out of the room.

"Ye...aren't mad a' us, then?" Rahne asked cautiously.

"A should be," Moira replied calmly, turning to regard her daughter as she took off her glasses. "But A told ye tha' ye aren't a bairn anymore, an' ye're no'. A have tae accept tha' ye're a grown woman an' A tol' ye A'd trust ye're judgment on when ye felt ye were ready. Evidently ye are, sae A canna stop ye."

"But do ye mind et?" the younger woman pushed.

"A dinnae ken," Moira admitted. "A dinae want tae admit tha' ye are growin' up. But A ken tha' ye feel very strongly for the lad an' A canna say tha' A'm unhappy wi' who ye chose. Doug's a good man, an' he wouldnae do anytheng tae hurt ye. A've been waitin' for et tae happen, actually." She sighed and replaced her glasses. "Jus' dinnae rush et. A'm tae young tae be a grandmother."

"Mummy!" Rahne cried, blushing furiously.

"Rahne, ye canna fool me," Moira chuckled. "Dinnae lie tae yer mother. Nae ye scoot; A have a few thengs tae say tae Doug, in private."

Rahne swallowed hard, but did as her mother told her and decided to go to her room and got dressed, then busied herself with anything she could think of to keep her mind off what her mother would be saying to Doug. Almost an hour later, Kitty knocked on her door to tell her dinner was ready. "Ye havenae seen Douggie, have ye?" Rahne asked cautiously.

"'Douggie'?" Kitty asked, arching an eyebrow. "I thought you were still mad at him."

"Well, A was," Rahne admitted. "But...well, A'm no' anymore."

"And just what prompted you to change your mind?" Kitty asked. "Was it the cookies? Amanda was cleaning up the mess when I walked in to the kitchen," she explained when she saw the look of shock on Rahne's face.

"Well, aye, A suppose tha' was part o' et," Rahne told her. After a moment of fidgeting, she pulled Kitty into her room, shut the door and spun around to face her friend. "He dropped the pan because A kissed him again," she blurted out.

"Really?" Kitty asked. It was her turn to be shocked. "Does your mother know?"

"Aye. A dragged 'im intae the lab wi' me an' told her everytheng rieght away," Rahne admitted. "She wasnae mad or anytheng, but A ken she wanted tae talk tae him, sae A was just wonderin' if ye'd seen him, es all."

"No, but I'm sure he'll be at dinner," Kitty assured her. "Just don't act so conspicuous about it, or Kurt will be on both of you in a heartbeat." She looked at what the Scots girl was wearing and added, "You might want to change clothes, too."

Rahne looked down at herself, about to ask why, when she blushed. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were rather tight and the tank top didn't leave much to the imagination, either. "A suppose A'd better put on a sweater, then?" she asked, innocently. Kitty nodded and tossed her one that was sitting on a chair near the door before they left.

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Dinner was a mostly quiet affair, although almost every member of the team had sampled one or more of Doug's cookies by that time, so most of the questions about the burnt batch and his hand were forgotten. However, Amanda had a little smile on her face for most of the meal and refused to tell her boyfriend anything about it, no matter what he did to get the secret from her. Rahne had realized that she'd probably gotten the whole thing out of Doug, out of concern, rather than being nosy.

As it was time to clean up, Amanda and Kitty made it their business to discreetly push Rahne and Doug out of the room. Kurt raised an eyebrow again and asked what was going on once more. The two women insisted that Moira needed them both to go find some old books and notes she needed from a store room on the other end of the complex. Before Doug could protest that Moira already had those materials, since he'd just brought them to her three days ago, Kitty gave him a final shove, phasing herself partway through the swinging door in doing so.

"You two need a little time alone. To talk," she insisted on the other side of the door. "No one is going to bother you; now go!"

"An' A thought we were supposed tae be inconspicuous!" Rahne teased before taking Doug by his good hand.

"You told Kitty?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.

"Ye told Amanda," she shot back playfully. "An' A thenk Kitty's rieght; we need tae talk. Alone."

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"So...um...what are we going to talk about?" Doug asked cautiously as Rahne pulled him into one of the storage rooms Moira had set aside years before, filled with old furniture and several odds and ends that had been collected over the years since. He had a funny feeling it had to do with the talk Moira had cornered him for in the lab earlier that day.

"Well," Rahne started, not quite sure what to say. She had started to rehearse out in her mind earlier in her room what she was going to say to him, but now that they were alone together, she couldn't remember a word of it. "Och, A dinnae even ken where tae start," she admitted, sitting down on a sheet-covered couch, bringing up a cloud of dust. She started sneezing uncontrollably and finally stopped, looking up at him sheepishly.

"Maybe we should talk about what happened earlier in the kitchen," he told her decisively, sitting down next to her as gently as possible to avoid another sneezing fit. "I guess I probably shouldn't have said what I did the way I did, but it just slipped out. I'm really sorry I made you cry, because that wasn't what I wanted to do."

"Nae," she told him with a shake of her head. "Ye needed tae say et like tha', or A wouldnae have gotten et. A should have remembered from the kiss ye gave me before A left, but A thought tha' was jus' sometheng ye did tae make me feel better. A dinnae thenk tha' ye cared a' all."

Doug blushed gold again. "I sort of thought the same thing," he admitted. "I've come to understand that sometimes people do things spontaneously without considering any form of consequence...I guess I sort of figured...I mean, I meant it, but..."

"But ye dinnae ken if A did," Rahne finished for him, looking down. "A dinnae either, until A thought about et later, on the plane. A liked et; A liked et a lot an' at first, A wondered if A was supposed tae; ef there was sometheng wrong wi' likin' et sae much. A havenae felt like tha' for a verra long time about someone an' A guess et scared me, sae A dinnae thenk about et."

Doug stopped and processed that information, trying to make sense of it. Before he could stop himself, once again, his mouth ran away with him. "What about earlier in the kitchen, today? I'm pretty positive that you must have gotten some form of enjoyment out of it, but..." He trailed off, even more embarrassed than he'd been earlier and was strangely afraid of finishing the question; and of what her answer would be if he had finished it. But before he could say anything else, he realized that she was already answering him.

"Aye, Douggie, A meant et," she whispered, looking down at her hands, which were suddenly wrestling with each other to convey her own nervousness. "A' first, A jus' felt like doin' et, an' A dinnae ken why. But then et...changed an' A realized tha' et was sometheng A wanted verra badly. An' A realized tha' et was sometheng A had wanted tae do again for a verra long time; A jus' dinnae ken how tae do et."

"Query?" he asked sheepishly, knowing it probably wasn't the best of times to ask, but he was thoroughly confused and wanted to get some sort of understanding. "Why did you want to? You were so angry with me, you said you hated me...I don't quite understand how that computes."

"Och, Douggie," Rahne sighed, looking at him with sad eyes. "A dinnae mean et when A said A hated ye. A was scared an' confused an' all A ken was tha' Mummy was goin' tae die. A dinnae mean tha' A really hated ye. Ye're my friend an' ye were always kind and sweet tae me. Ye helped Mummy sae much an' she trusts ye...a' first, A thenk A may have been a bit...jealous of ye for tha'. The fact tha' she spent sae much time with ye, but A ken tha's because ye're her assistant. An' A wanted tae kiss ye again, because A wasnae afraid tae do et; A ken tha' ye wouldnae do anytheng tha' A dinnae want ye tae do. Ye made me feel safe an' protected when ye held me like tha'..." She trailed off, blushing furiously. How was she supposed to explain the way she felt? How am I supposed to tell him that I think I love him? she questioned herself.

Douglock had to stop once again to consider what she'd just said to him. It was evident that she saw him as someone she trusted and cared for, but he wasn't sure if that meant that she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she felt his presence comforting and that she knew for a fact that he would never hurt her, which he had always hoped she would understand. "I...really make you feel like that?" he asked softly, scrutinizing her for a reaction to his question.

She nodded and impulsively leaned against him, closing her eyes as her head rested itself on his shoulder. Douglock was someone she always knew would be there; consistent and protective. It made her so happy to know that he was there now, when her mind and heart were racing at a million miles a minute, but that he would be content to be patient with her, unlike so many other boys she'd known in her life. It was a wonderful feeling. "Aye," she told him, reaching over to tentatively lace her fingers through his. Much to her delight, he reciprocated the action with one hand, while carefully raising his other arm to place it around her shoulders. She smiled and couldn't stop her own free arm from snaking around his waist, pulling the both of them closer to each other. "Ye make me feel like A'm the most beautiful person in the world."

She felt a bit disappointed when he let go of her hand, but was greeted to a small shock when she felt that hand brush against her cheek, just once, very gently. She felt his fingers trail down to her chin and she felt him tilt her head upward, so she was looking him right in the eyes. She didn't know what to think or feel when she saw so much love and patience there, but the bit of sadness that was unmistakable sent a pang straight to her heart. "Rahne, you are beautiful," he told her earnestly. "I have to wonder why it is that you don't see that. You're far prettier than most women that men seem to deem attractive as far as your physical appearance is concerned and you have the most wonderful, caring and kind personality, which only makes you all the more beautiful to me."

Rahne blushed furiously and looked away before shaking her head slightly. "But tha's only when A look like a human girl, esn't et?" She hadn't wanted to ask the question, but she was still so ashamed of the way she looked when she was in wolf-form, or even in her half-form, which had originally been the cause of a witch hunt by the Reverend Craig, who had wanted her killed as a demon spawn. Moira had always said she was a pretty girl, but she had always thought that was out of obligation as a mother; what parent wouldn't tell their child that they were beautiful? But the subject of her lupine form had never arisen in all the conversations they'd had for that very reason. Of course Moira would tell her she was still pretty like that; her mother wouldn't dare hurt her feelings like that, no matter how honest she was.

"No," her told her honestly. "It's not just when you look like this. Have you ever really looked at how beautiful everything in nature really is? I bet Meggan would tell you the same thing and not just because she sees everything in nature as a beautiful thing, but because there's something that will never change, and that's who you really are, no matter what you look like. I think you look very breathtaking as a wolf. Especially when you go outside late at night and you stand at the cliffs, looking out over the ocean; that is something that I never get tired of looking at, although I suppose you'll be angry with me for looking in the first place."

"A..." Rahne's voice trailed off. She hadn't even known that anyone had observed her like that. She mostly only did it when she couldn't sleep and she didn't think anyone was awake to see her. It was at those times when she felt so unencumbered and part of everything on the island and the whole world. It was something that she had learned from Meggan, just in the way the blonde woman talked, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of how free she felt when there wasn't the need for relying on the wonders of modern technology (although Rahne had a sneaking suspicion that Meggan didn't include the television as something that could be done without). She smiled at that thought, but Douglock's voice broke her out of her thoughts when he continued his soliloquy to her.

"And I still think you look beautiful when you adopt your lupine form, as well. It's a perfect mix of the wild beauty of the wolf and the way you look right now," he continued. "No matter what form you're in, I think you're perfect. Perfect and very beautiful." With that, he raised her head again and bent down, kissing her very gently.

"And that's why I love you," he added after the kiss had finished. There. He'd said it. He wasn't sure what she'd do about it, but he hoped that she wouldn't be mad at him for saying it. After all, it was an emotion he hadn't really had a chance to study in depth, and he hadn't really experienced it before, but there was no other way t describe how he felt; the way that his circuitry tingled every time she walked into a room, the way he couldn't stop looking at her, especially when he thought she wasn't looking, how upset and utterly lonely he'd felt not only when she'd locked herself in the chamber with Moira, but even when she'd gone back to the states that time to visit her old team members in X-Force. How he felt so incomplete when she wasn't there, but the moment she walked in or her heard her voice, that feeling vanished instantly. He wanted to tell her all that, but the words just couldn't quite form into the phrases he wanted. A moment later, he realized that the description wasn't at all necessary.

"I love you, too, Douggie," she whispered, her eyes shining with tears. Before she could start crying again, however, she wrapped her arms around his neck once more and kissed him hard. He made a slightly shocked (although muffled) exclamation as the force of her kiss knocked them both back on the couch, blowing up an enormous cloud of dust as he landed on his back, Rahne directly on top of him. She suddenly ended the kiss and sat up, sneezing all over again, only this time, he joined her in the fit.

After a good long while of sneezing and coughing, they looked at each other sheepishly. She could see the little grin start to creep across his face, which sent her into a bout of giggles. She helplessly collapsed against him, trying to catch her breath, hoping that she wouldn't start sneezing all over again and shortly after that, he wrapped his arms around her and joined her in the slightly embarrassed laughter. "Och, Douggie, A'm sorrae," she giggled into his chest as she felt his arms tighten around her.

"I'm not," he told her with a chuckle, pulling her up to give her another kiss.

"Ye're horrible!" she scolded, giggling all over again.

"There you go again..." he teased lightly. After a long moment of just being content to cuddle with one another, he brought up the question they were both thinking. "So...what happens now?"

"A dinnae ken," she admitted. "A guess we jus' let thengs happen as they happen." With that, she let out a small shrug and leaned up to kiss him again. She knew that no matter what the Reverend had taught her growing up, there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. It felt right and there was nothing wrong at all with that. She closed her eyes and let the kiss take her thoughts away, wrapping her arms tightly around him, pressing them together. She liked the way it felt when their bodies crushed together, only their clothing between them. She gasped when Douglock broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, brushing against the sensitive spot right behind her ear and continued agonizingly slowly down her jugular, then over to the hollow of her throat. She couldn't control the whimper that escaped her lips, nor did she want to. It felt too wonderful and she hoped he wouldn't stop anytime soon. But she couldn't get over the feeling that she wanted more than that. She didn't know how he'd react to her next actions, but she just couldn't trust her voice to ask him to do it.

Doug almost stopped kissing her when he felt her hand lightly grasp his wrist. He wondered if she was mad again, even if she was responding in a very pleased manner. He was fascinated with the whimper she'd made when he kissed her throat; that was something he hadn't really expected. Then again, he'd never done any of this before, but he seemed to be doing it right, as far as he could gauge. He paused, glancing down as she guided his hand up and under her sweater, not understanding what she was doing at first, until he felt her press his hand to her breast. His immediate reaction was to move it away, not sure if that's what she'd meant, until he heard her whisper in his ear.

"Please."

He noted the near-pleading tone and figured that was what she had wanted him to do. Tentatively, he reached up again and cupped her breast, tracing his fingers along the bottom, up to the swell, wishing he could actually look, just to see if she really was as beautiful as he thought she would be. Of course he knew she was, but he just couldn't keep the curious thought from his mind. When he absent-mindedly brushed his palm over the nipple, he was intrigued to find it hard. Brushing his thumb over the little pebble, he heard her gasp again and she pressed herself forward against him. Wait a minute...if I can feel that, then she's not wearing... he realized. "Whoa," he whispered as it dawned on him.

"What?" she asked, gasping slightly. "Ef ye want tae take the sweater off, A wouldnae mind."

"Would you like me to?" he asked seriously. This was something he was completely clueless about, so he figured it would be best if he just asked her. "Maybe you should just tell me what you want me to do," he suggested. "That way, there won't be any miscommunication."

"Aye, A'd like tae take et off," she told him, struggling to pull it off. After a moment's consideration, she blushed and peeled away the tank top as well. She wasn't wearing a bra at all, which was probably a good thing, since she just couldn't imagine what a mess it would be for him to try to take it off later. She noticed he was glowing; slightly...embarrassed...and smiled very slightly. "Ye can look, ye ken; tha's why A took et off...ef ye want tae," she added.

"Of course I do...I mean, I..." he stammered, blushing again. He looked away, until she turned his head toward her and he was looking her right in the eyes. She had meant it and she didn't want him to feel that he would upset her at all by looking. When he didn't look, she took both his hands and placed them over her breasts, pressing them there, closing her eyes and leaning back. He realized that she was giving him another hint and allowed his gaze to wander down to where his hands encased her chest, gently kneading the soft flesh between his hands, which caused her back to arch up and she let out a full-throated moan that time. In a panic, he looked back up. Her eyes were closed and the look on her face was unmistakable; it was one of utter bliss, a light flush staining her cheeks, her lips parted as she drew in shallow breaths.

Taking care, he started to gingerly explore her, marveling at the same pale skin he'd seen earlier in the kitchen, this time uncovered and bared to him. He drank in the sight of her breasts, the perfect size for her lithe frame, not too big, not too small...just perfect. He continued to study her, brushing his thumbs once more over the erect pale pink nipples that looked painfully hard, but she gasped again and pressed her hands over his once again before running her fingers up his arms, leaving a tingling sensation where she'd touched him. Cautiously, he bent forward and flicked the tip of his tongue over her left nipple. Upon hearing her moan again, he repeated the action on the other side before she grasped the back of his head and pressed his lips to her body.

Rahne was about ready to scream when she felt the initial brush of Doug's tongue over her nipple and couldn't stop herself from pressing his mouth over it. The sensation that followed when he drew it into his mouth and started to suck, very softly, made her cry out and thrust her chest forward involuntarily. She had heard that it felt good, but she had no idea that she would be so aroused by what he was doing to her. She even felt her stomach tingle and tighten even more when he wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling between the valley of her breasts, then moving to trace his lips down her stomach. She didn't stop herself from crying out; she wanted him to know that she was enjoying what he was doing to her, pressing her hips against his and she felt the same prodding into her thigh, this time as he crept downward. That made her start to giggle all over again; he knew she was ticklish! She remembered from the time he accidentally found out; he'd almost kissed her then, when he landed on top of her as she had pulled them both to the floor. Would it have turned out different? Would we have done this sooner? she thought to herself, absently letting her own hands wander upward to cup her breasts and gently brush over her nipples as Doug sat up and grinned apologetically.

"Sorry; I forgot you were ticklish," he admitted sheepishly. "I just got a little carried away."

"Tha's okay," she told him, running one finger down the front of his shirt, lingering as long as she could with her touch. The button-down shirt he wore made her smile a little at the contemplation of what he would do if she removed it from him. The impish thought of actually doing something as horribly naughty as biting the buttons off made her blush and giggle. She knew it would blow her entire image as a good girl, both to him and everyone else, but it sounded like so much fun and she remembered hearing Kitty say that Mr. Wisdom got really excited when she had done it. With that same smile, her cheeks crimson, she leaned forward and took the top button of his shirt in between her teeth and tugged. She suddenly let the button go, realizing that it had pulled painfully against her teeth. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea, she thought, critically eyeing the shirt. Well, there's always alternatives...

Doug was watching Rahne with an extreme amount of interest. He didn't know why Rahne had bitten the button on the front of his shirt, but it didn't seem to have the desired reaction she had planned. He was about to reach down to unbutton the shirt himself, but just as he raised his arms, Rahne let out a disappointed noise, pouting for a moment, then reached up herself and clenched the two sides of his shirt. Before he knew it, she growled softly and yanked hard, scattering the buttons across the room. "Rahne, what are you doing?" he gasped, staring down at her and his bared chest, a thought in the back of his mind that there was going to be no way to explain why he couldn't find any of the buttons and why they were ripped off in the first place.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, still blushing. Without a word, she leaned forward to kiss him, then took the same track as he had before, starting by brushing her lips across his cheek, to his jaw, across to the same spot behind his ear. Almost as an afterthought, she tilted her head slightly and nipped at his earlobe, giggling when she heard his surprised gasp. She wanted to see what else she could do to make him do that again, so she kissed more, drawing the earlobe into her mouth for a short while, then left a long trail of kisses down his throat, almost squealing with delight when he moaned and twined his fingers through her hair. She couldn't believe that she was the one actually making him react that way and it felt wonderful that she could do such things to him. Her hands tentatively reached up and she placed them flat against his chest letting her palms brush downward, then stroke gently upward, attacking his throat with kisses, wanting to touch him everywhere. His body felt surprisingly warm and just as strong as she had always imagined it to be. She wondered if she could get the same reaction he did if she just bent down...

Doug's eyes were closed, amazed with the sensations that Rahne's hands, mouth and lips were pulling from his body. It all felt wonderful, everything was buzzing with an electrical current, and he could feel everything so sharply, he had to force himself to keep his systems from going off-line right then and there. He felt her breath play down to his chest and then couldn't stop himself from crying out when he felt her lips hover over his own chest. "Rahne, what are you..." he started, abruptly cut off when the tip of her tongue cautiously flicked over his nipple. He let out something of a small squark and his eyes flew open. He didn't know if that was the same way that she had felt when he had done that to her, but he wanted to scream when she continued with her experimentation, suckling him as gently as he'd done. "Rahne..." he whispered, tilting his head back, running his fingers deeper into her hair, loving the feel of the silky red threads tangled in his fingers.

She drew in her breath when she heard him whimper her name, curling his fingers in her hair. She felt a heat began to throb from somewhere within her, trickling down, lower, lower...the heat settled between her legs and she felt the most urgent feeling condensing there. She couldn't stop her roaming hands from running up and down his chest, his arms, his neck as she leaned back up to kiss him again, this time pressing their mouths together, her tongue reaching forward to find his. As she pressed herself against his hip, grinding against him, her right hand wandered lower, to that place that had strained against her before in the kitchen. At first, she stopped abruptly at his hip, then slid her hand over when his own fingers brushed up over her breasts again. She was a bit shocked to realize that it was so warm; she could almost feel an electronic pulse there, marveling at the expanding area, knowing that she was the cause of his excitement. Cautiously, she squeezed lightly, cupping the bulge in his pants. He groaned and kissed her harder, cupping her breasts a little harder than he had before, which made the urgent feeling grow even stronger and she whimpered, thrusting herself against his leg.

He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at her again. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping, her entire body staring to flush. Her eyes snapped open after a moment, looking up at him with a wild fire in her dark eyes that sent a shiver through him. Her lips parted and she reached up with both hands, placing them on either side of his face, stroking down across his neck. He was taken aback when he heard a growl from her throat and she savagely attacked his mouth again, grasping his wrist and pulling it down between her legs, pressing it there, grinding herself against his hand. He felt a strange heat there and probed gently, pressing his fingers against the seam of her jeans, making her moan and writhe against him, pressing their chests together and he could feel her heartbeat pounding at an alarming rate. Her hand reached down between his legs again, probing and gently squeezing. He shut his eyes again and saw stars when she pressed her fingers against the back of the bulge, brushing them forward. Suddenly, she growled again and disentangled herself from him.

"A canna take thes!" she hissed, fumbling with the button on her jeans. She could barely breathe, she wanted her clothing off so badly. "Douggie!" she half-screamed, frantically tugging at her pants, "Help me!"

"Rahne, calm down," he counseled gently. "You've gotten yourself very worked up and you need to calm down for a minute." He pulled her close to him, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. He thought that maybe this whole talk had been a bad idea. He felt her slip her arms around him and she snuggled against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Douggie, please," she whispered after a moment of silence. She didn't know how she was going to say it, but she wanted to let him know without him trying to stop her from doing what she wanted. "A want...ye tae...A want ye tae make love tae me. Now..."

"Are you sure about this?" he asked her seriously, looking into her eyes. "This is a very big decision for you to make on such short notice."

"Dinnae patronize me!" she snarled, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please, Douggie, A want tae do thes. Thes isnae sometheng tha' A jus' decided; A've wanted tae do thes for a long time. A wanted et...A wanted et since ye kissed me the first time," she whispered, her eyes flitting downward for a moment. "A want ye. How hard es tha' for ye tae understand?"

"It's not, Rahne, I just want you to be sure about this," he insisted carefully. "I don't want this to be something that you'll end up regretting...I don't want you to regret me or what's going to happen if we do. I don't want you to hate me."

"Douggie," she told him firmly, placing his head in her hands again. "A wouldnae hate ye for thes; A do want et, an' A want ye, an' A want tae do thes with ye. An' A thenk tha' thes es the time tae do et. Or dae ye no' want tae?"

He stopped and tried to consider how he wanted to tell her his answer without sounding like a jerk. He couldn't find any way, so he looked her right in the eyes, kissed her once, very gently and gave his answer. "Yes, I want to very much. I just want you to be sure. I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you to do this."

Rahne shook her head. "Ye aren't forcin' me, Douggie. Please. A want ye tae do thes with me." She wanted nothing more for him to understand that she truly wanted to do this; she wanted to understand what it was that so many others had talked about in hushed tones, afraid of offending her, but more than that, she wanted to feel him closer than she'd ever felt anyone else. She wanted to feel that love on a physical level, more than she'd wanted anything else. Carefully, thankful that he had calmed her down, she stood up and faced him, unbuttoning her pants and slowly tugged them down, until they were pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of them, toward him.

He stared at her, in awe of her for a long moment before he realized that he was outright staring at her, his mouth wide open. He wanted to touch her so badly that his fingers ached. He felt a new surge of heat flow through him, piling between his legs again. He knew that this is what was supposed to happen, but he didn't know if it was supposed to make him want to lay her down and explore her everywhere, want to make her scream out with wild abandon as she had before. She stepped forward and stopped right in front of him, her head high, exposing herself by holding her arms out, her chest heaving, her eyes still wild. He couldn't take it any longer and stood up before her, taking her into his arms, pulling her close as she tore the rest of the shirt from his torso. He kissed her hard and picked her up, laying her down on the couch as gently as possible. His hands wandered down, stroking her hair, then her neck, down across her breasts, making her cry out with longing. He heard her giggle a little as his hand brushed over her stomach, then stopped when her brushed lower across her abdomen, hitting the patch of wiry red hair, uncertain of what to do next.

"Dinnae stop," she pleaded, arching her body up, trying to squirm upward, so that his hand would go where she wanted it. "Please touch me."

"I...don't know..." he stammered shyly. How was he supposed to say he didn't want to hurt her because of his inexperience. He felt himself blush again, the glow of it illuminating him, casting the glow over her body.

Rahne felt herself blush as the words spilled out of her mouth. "Dae ye want me tae show ye?" she asked. He nodded, still looking her in the eyes. "Then ye have tae dae sometheng for me. A want ye tae take your pants off, too." She didn't know where she had gotten the urge to be so bold from, but she was so curious to see him as well.

"I..." he choked. "Uh...sure. But could you give me a minute?" he requested, feeling his heart sink. He hadn't expected to have to form a penis this quickly; he knew what the male anatomy consisted of, but he'd never attempted to form one in front of anyone else and he was nervous that the one he had been working on was going to be unsatisfactory to her. He wanted everything to be perfect for her.

She nodded and sat up, turning herself away from him, her cheeks burning. She did want to look, but she felt the need to give him a bit of privacy, nonetheless. He hesitated for a brief moment, stripping off his pants, then gritted his teeth. There was one more ting he felt the need to do; something he'd been working on in secret with Kitty for some time as a surprise for her. Forcing his body to adjust on the molecular level, he changed his appearance to simulate flesh as his new form began to take shape. It didn't really drain him, but it took a lot of concentration to do so. Staring down at is hands, he watched as the simulated epidermal layer changed from circutry to a lightly gold-tinted fleshtone. Finally, he sat down next to her and reached out to touch her bare shoulder.

Rahne turned her head slowly and opened her eyes to a sight that she had never expected. Instead of Douglock, a very convincing (although somewhat golden) doppelganger of Doug Ramsey sat beside her, looking nervous and uncertain as to what her reaction might be. Her mouth dropped open and she was almost afraid to ask, but she heard it. "Douggie? Es tha' ye?"

He nodded shyly. "It was something I was working on...for you...I thought maybe you'd appreciate..." He trailed off, the blush still gold, looking down and away from her. He could tell from the look in her eyes there was something wrong. He knew he should have tried to find some other form for this purpose, but it was the one he'd taken for so long, it seemed to be the most logical of the chioces he had. "I'm sorry you don't like it..."

"Nae, Douggie, tha's no' et," she explained carefully, trying to choose her words, then realized she was about to say the very same thing that he'd said to her. "Et's jus' tha' A fell in love with ye an' no' the image o' who ye are. A love ye no matter what shape ye take, but A would rather tae be with ye as who ye really are, no' someone or sometheng else."

Douglock let out a somewhat relieved sigh. He had wanted to make her happy, but he had been a little uncomfortable like that. But knowing that it didn't matter to her, that she really did love him, no matter what, just as much as he did was the one thing that he had always hoped for, but had been too afraid to ask that much of her. He concentrated once more and allowed himself to go back to his Techno-organic state. Openeing his eyes, he gave her a slightly lop-sided grin and asked, "Better?" He was answered with a smile from her and a kiss that seemed to last forever.

Finally, she lay back, exposing herself to him. "Nae A said A'd show ye...ye ken," she said, turning scarlet. "A'll try tae dae wha' A can...okay?" He nodded and she situated herself to allow him a proper view, trying to force the embarassment out of her mind and closed her eyes.

Doug sat before her, entranced with the flower-like sight before him. He watched as she carefully spread the set of lips and drew one finger from her other hand across the fleshy little nub above the hole there. She gasped and her hips thrust forward, her body shuddering. Then, she slowly placed the tip of her index finger into herself, wetting it before she began rubbing it over the protrusion. He could see the individual muscles of her body tensing and releasing as she worked on herself, thrusting her breasts eagerly into his hands. He kneaded them again, watching her fingers carefully, trying to memorize everything he saw. He didn't want her to stop, wanting to watch her from a little farther away so he could see her entirely and extended his arms to sit back and watch.

What he saw as a sight he would not soon forget, if ever. Rahne's head was tilted back, her mouth open as her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, a flush making her body positively glow. It was one of the most amazing things he had ever seen. And if that wasn't enough, he was allowed to see something he doubted anyone else had ever seen. His eyes were slowly drawn back down to that coppery cloud where her fingers were working in a more frantic pattern. He couldn't control himself; he reached forward and pulled her hands away. He wasn't about to let her bring herself to orgasm when he was the one supposed to be doing it for her. She looked down at him with a puzzled, somewhat frustrated expression. "I think I have an idea of what to do, now," he told her with a slight smile. "So why don't you just relax and let me do that for you."

Rahne smiled and shyly lay back, closing her eyes. She felt him lean forward and begin his cautious exploration. It was incredibly uncertain, but it didn't stop her from moaning when he probed into her with one finger, almost insanely slow. It felt different when he did it; better, in a way. It was certainly much more exciting. She couldn't help but give a murmured instruction to do it just a little harder. When he complied, she found herself gasping again, squirming. There was something else she'd heard about; actually, she'd found a story one night on the internet when she'd been looking for information on D.H. Lawrence for a research paper her mother had insisted on her writing and had found a contest dedicated to his writings. She had looked into it, not expecting to read about people having sex and doing these things to each other orally. It was something she'd been curious about as well. "Douggie?" she asked sheepishly.

"Yes?" he asked, looking up at her. She was blushing again.

"Would ye...use your tongue?" she asked carefully. She wasn't sure he'd do it, but he had told her that he expected her to tell him what she wanted him to do, after all.

"Am I not doing it right?" he asked, worry etched all over his features.

"Ye're doin' fine, Douggie, trust me," she assured him. "A jus' read aboot thes once an' et sounded interestin'...A wanted tae see what et felt like."

"Okay," he agreed. "Where do you want me to use it?"

"Everywhere," she told him. "Everywhere ye used ye fingers, please."

"I'll try," he promised. "Tell me if I'm doing it right, okay?" She nodded and he bent back down, carefully lifting her legs over his shoulders to gain more accessibility. Starting from the back, he took a tentative lick all the way to the front and was surprised to hear her moan even louder than she had before. She thrust her hips upward, closer to his mouth. Leaning back down, he began licking her, gauging her reactions and finding that she was enjoying what he was doing a lot. He used it everywhere, going over her clit, then probed into her, which produced a loud squeal from her and her legs clamped around his head.

"Use ye fingers, too," she gasped, pressing his face into her pussy, urgently bucking against him. "Please! Dae et faster!" She felt two digits carefully press into her as his tongue moved back up to her clit. "Aye, Douggie! Like tha'!" she whimpered, her body starting to convulse under his ministrations. She felt her world growing dim and fluctuating behind her eyelids. It felt as though there was a rubber band being pulled taut within her and suddenly, everything exploded. There were flashes of light behind her eyes and the rubber band snapped as waves of pleasure almost to the point of unbearable crashed through her entire body. She couldn't seem to hold still and she felt him slightly tighten his grasp with the one hand on her hip.

Douglock felt her legs clamp almost painfully down on his head and he was suddenly thankful that he didn't need to breathe. He felt her fingernails get very sharp, suddenly as they clenched on his hair and he felt her changing form as she lost control of herself, letting out an ear-splitting howl. He figured he shouldn't stop and kept licking frantically, pumping his fingers in and out of her as fast as he could; there was a sudden gush of warm fluid running down his fingers and to his wrist. Finally, she stopped convulsing and scrambled away from him, gasping for breath, tears streaking her face, her eyes wide. He grew immediately concerned and sprang up beside her, wrapping her into a tight embrace. "Oh, Rahne, I'm sorry," he whispered, stroking her hair, letting her weakly cry on his shoulder. "Rahne, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you...I'm so sorry..."

Rahne shook her head, trying to find her voice to speak. "Ye dinnae hurt me," she murmured. "Tha' was the most amazin' theng A ever felt en my whole life!" She threw her arms around him tightly, kissing him hard, knocking them both back, landing on top of him. "Thank ye, Douggie," she gasped, giggling in a state of giddiness she hadn't expected. She was so excited, she started kissing him all over, wildly attacking him with her lips and her tongue, having gone into her lupine form. There was the uncontrollable urge to make him feel just as good as he'd made her feel. Her eyes closed, she felt her way down lower, down across his stomach, marveling at the feel of his body involuntarily twitching and arching under her mouth and hands.

When she felt the rod she'd seen earlier brush across her cheek, she opened her eyes and sat down on the floor in front of the couch. She reached out and touched it with the tip of her finger and let out a surprised squeak when it twitched. Pulling her hand away, she bit her lip, looking up at Douglock, who's hands were clamped down on the arm and back of the couch, digging into the padded material, his head thrown back as hers had been. Reaching out again, still watching his face, she enclosed his penis in her fist and squeezed lightly. He moaned and it twitched again in her grasp. Giving it an experimental pump, she saw his eyes fly open and he gasped, his hips raising. Wetting her lips, she wondered if she dare try what she had also read about in that story. Lowering her head, she brought her lips to the head of his cock and gave it a tentative lick, much like he had done earlier. Then, she closed her eyes, opened her lips and slid it into her mouth with surprising ease at first. When it hit the back of her throat, she gagged reflexively and pulled it out, which made him groan and place his hands on the side of her head, the way she'd done to him. Taking a deep breath, she did it again. And again.

"Rahne," Douglock gasped as she licked the underside of his penis, then pulled it into her mouth, sucking hard, then drawing it out, twining her tongue around the head. Now he could understand why she'd been going so wild, if it felt anything like what she was doing to him at that moment. He received an additional shock of ecstasy jolted through him when her fingers crept up and brushed over his nipples, forcing his hips to thrust again. He hoped that he didn't push too hard, but at the same time, he couldn't stop, wanting the sensation to keep going. But there was something that concerned him and he didn't want to take that chance. So, regretfully, he pulled her up off himself.

"A dinnae dae et right, did A?" she asked, visibly upset.

"No, Rahne," he soothed. "That was wonderful. I'd love to know where you learned that, but I'm a little afraid to. But I'm also afraid of what would happen if I had any form of ejaculation without protection on. If I'm correct in my assumptions, there could be a chance that I'd kill you. There's a possibility that what would end up coming out would be the Transmode Virus, as a form of ejaculate. I risked you never talking to me again just to make sure you wouldn't die in the chamber...I would never forgive myself if you died because of me."

"Och, Douggie, A dinnae even thenk aboot tha'," she sighed. "Why dinnae ye bring et up earlier? Hae am A supposed tae...ye ken...ef A canna let ye..."

"All I said was that there would require some form of protection," he corrected her, then held up his pants and pulled out a small square, blushing gold once again. "Your mother gave me this...just in case, she said."

"A dinnae ken whether tae hug her or choke her," Rahne muttered, blushing as well. "But A suppose we may as well put the jus' in case tae use."

"If you'd still like to, yes, we could," he offered.

She smiled and took the package from him. "Aye, A would." She tried to tear it open, then sighed in frustration. "Damn claws!" she hissed, baring her fangs.

Douglock stared at her for a moment, not believing he had just heard a curse escape her lips. But when he saw she was about ready to shred the package open, he took it from her and opened it. "Here, let me. You just lay down and I'll take care of it." He watched her lay back down, watching him closely as he took out the condom and carefully pulled it on. "Now...uh..."

"A guess A should make et a little easier," she offered, spreading her legs.

"Okay," he agreed shakily, kneeling in front of her again. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop, okay?" She nodded and he carefully rocked forward, placing himself at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, entering her just a little. He heard her gasp again, but when she grasped his hips and pulled, he found himself buried halfway within her. "Rahne?" he whispered.

"Dae et," she snarled, her eyes squeezed shut. "Please..."

He pushed again and moaned with her as their hips met. The feeling of being completely enveloped with her was like nothing he'd ever thought he would experience. Especially not with her, of all people, making it all the more wonderful and magical. "Rahne, I love you," he whispered in her ear.

"A love ye," she replied, kissing him, clutching onto him. After a while, he began to move and she cried out into his mouth, holding on tighter, letting her hands wander down across his back, scratching lightly with his thrusts. Slowly, his rhythm began to increase, forcing sharp, loud cries from her throat. She expected it to hurt more, but she had been so excited that he had been able to enter her without much force and now that it was actually happening, it was exciting her even more. Even in this form, she hadn't made him disgusted; he hadn't stopped. He wanted her the way she was and that made everything so perfect... The thought was interrupted by the familiar feeling of the band being tightened again and she just let herself go.

Douglock was losing all form of thought again as he felt Rahne began to writhe and squirm under him, clutching onto him desperately. He was trying to keep himself focused long enough to make sure that he didn't pass out on her. The more she cried out, the more excited it made him and he started to match her cries as much as she matched his thrusts. "Rahne," he rasped, starting to panic. "I'm..."

"Shut up an' dae et harder!" she snarled, grabbing the back of his head with one hand, clamping down on his ass with the other. She pulled him down for a brutal kiss, biting his lip, thrusting her hips upward harder and harder the closer she got. It felt different than before; not as intense, but more intimate. Wonderful. She felt the world grow hazy again and waited for the explosions within herself again as Doug's tongue gingerly snaked inside her mouth.

Okay...almost there...should I be thinking about baseball? he wondered. He remembered reading that somewhere. But I can't tell how close she is to achieving an orgasm... 100111010101011... He lost track of his thoughts as the muscles inside her clamped down almost painfully on his cock and she began to spasm uncontrollably. There was no logical thought; there was nothing but the last burst of instinct and he thrust over and over, Rahne howling and screaming, tearing at him with her claws, thrashing and biting.

There was a loud "Squark!" and then it was over.

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"Now you can't tell me there's nothing going on!" Kurt half-hollered, looking back and forth between Amanda and Kitty. "If you have a reasonable explanation for those noises, I won't go check."

"Don't go gettin' yer bloody knickers in a twist, Wagner," Pete Wisdom advised, lighting up a cigarette, just waiting for Moira to say something. She only glanced at him, then started to chuckle to herself.

"Rather him than them, I guess," Kitty whispered to the older blonde woman. Amanda set into a bout of hysterical laughter, leaning weakly against her boyfriend.

"Now come on, you two, what's going on?" Nightcrawler demanded.

"Tha' would be none o' yer business," Moira replied calmly. "Nae sit down, shut up, an' watch thes ridiculous excuse for a movie, or A'll send ye tae bed."

"This is The Black Swan!" he cried. "It's a wonderful film! There's pirates and..."

"I think that and women are the only prerequisites for you, my love," Amanda teased lightly. "Now you heard Moira, be quiet and watch it, or I'll take you to bed myself."

"Great, now he'll start singin'" Wisdom muttered, receiving a playful swat from Kitty.

"Keep it up and I'll kick you out of bed," she threatened.

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Rahne slowly opened her eyes and looked down at Douglock with a small grin. She'd read that men pass out, but she hadn't expected his systems to go off-line. Patiently, she waited until he opened his own eyes and looked at her with a gentle smile, reaching up to touch her face. "Good mornin', Sleepy-head," she giggled.

"I think I may need to go find Mr. Wisdom and request one of those things he's always smoking," he joked. "Although I have a feeling that would bring on the wrath of your mother on me, if this doesn't."

"Ye canna dae tha'," she laughed. "Ye dinnae breathe...an' ye canna sneeze, either!" she cried, swatting at him.

"Peer pressure," he claimed with a smile as he pulled her down next to him, cradling her in his arms. "I just couldn't let the woman I love sneeze alone."

"Douggie?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up an' kiss me," she laughed, snuggling close to him.
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