It took a great amount of both luck and willpower, but Rogue barely got to her room.
It was a struggle to get there because, she was almost there when she heard footsteps behind her.
Every bone in her body wanted her to look back and see if it was Colossus or Wolverine or Angel and to immediately start flirting with them if it was, but she had used all her will to ignore that urge.
She got in her room and immediately threw herself on the bed, wondering just what the hell was going on.
She never hid that she found some of her teammates attractive and, even after marriage, she'd even flit with them a little bit here and there.
But her reaction to her own story was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
To call it extreme would be, in her eyes, an understatement.
It had shaken her up deeply because she never had a single thought that she would act on her attraction towards her other male teammates even before she was married, if she was in a relationship, then her teammates were off limits and she'd deny any urge to actually try to fuck them.
Now, however that was all she wanted to do.
She badly wanted to strip naked and masturbate like there was no tomorrow to thoughts of her teammates.
She couldn't believe that she had just gotten married to a man who had waited years for her, and her response was to start obsessing over her teammates.
Even worse, she wasn't actually feeling as much guilt over that as she thought she should now that the shock was starting to wear off.
But still, all of that was background stuff, she had decided that masturbating would be the best wait to get this out of her system.
She quickly stripped naked and laid back on her bed, ready to pleasure herself.
Before she could start, however, her husband showed up and Rogue practically pounced on him before he could say a word.
A naked Rogue leaping into his arms was something that he hoped would happen whenever he walked into their room.
And he was thrilled that it was actually happening.
Especially tonight.
Both of them badly needed to get some sexual energy spent, but for Rogue this was also an attempt at dealing with what had happened.
She was Remy's wife and she was determined to prove to herself that this was all temporary and that, ultimately, she was his and his alone.
No matter who showed up in her minds eye while they fucked.
****
Jean stepped into her shower with a purpose.
After her little encounter with Gambit, she just had to cool herself off.
Both metaphorically and physically.
The cold water hit her body, but it didn't work nearly as well as she thought it would.
Instead all she could think about was of Gambit's little inadvertent show and it's aftermath.
For a few minutes she, Trinary and Sage stood around, trying to capture their bearings.
It was obvious that had been just as, if not even more, effected by what they had just seen.
Everyone was silent, trying to figure out what to say.
there was a long awkward silence before Jean made an awkward joke about Remy's Cajun spice.
That got an few chuckles and then they parted ways.
Back in the shower, her mind wondered back to the time Gambit had kissed a robot version of her.
At the time it got her a little hot under the collar, but it was mostly amusing to her, a point to playfully needle Scott with.
That said, she kept that memory in her mind and every know and then used it when she needed something to think about when she pleasured herself.
But she had always backed off from anything further with Remy.
Timing wise it never worked out, at first she had been married to Scott and now that she was single, Remy was married to Rogue.
And she considered marriage to be a sacred thing.
Especially after what happened with Scott and Emma.
That being said, in the back of her mind she knew that if anyone could tempt her into being a homewrecker, it was Remy.
What she had seen earlier awakened something in her.
After a long, cold shower, she felt calmed down enough to actually get out of the shower again.
Luckily for her, it was her bedtime.
As she laid in her bed and waited for sleep to take her, a part of her hoped a certain red eyed Cajun wouldn't pop up in her dreams....and an even larger part of her hoped he would.
****
Trinary felt weird.
Sure Remy was hot, but her reaction to him caught her off guard.
He wasn't even her type.
Not that she actually had a type.
She had barely had any time for relationships.
Of course, because she had barely thought about potential boyfriends, maybe she was actually wrong about him not being her type.
Maybe she liked the bad boys.
And Remy was, from what she gathered, quite the bad boy in the past.
But he had settled down and gotten married.
So it couldn't have been that, he was physically attractive, but she was surrounded by attractive men, it had already lost it's luster (so to speak).
So just what was it that she liked?
She tried to figure it out, trying to ignore the obvious link...something that she maybe found as the thing that pushed her over the edge.
Did she like married men?
Was there some darker part of her that liked tearing men away from their wives.
She was beyond confused by everything and, as such, even that idea was one that she was entertaining.
The young Indian woman's head was swimming at the moment, and she wasn't sure it'd get any better in the near future.
She had a lot to figure out.
She just wanted to figure it out soon.
****
"C'Mon, Remy, Fuck my pussy like you own it." Sage said as she thrust the vibrator into her pussy.
She'd lusted after Gambit for years, so this wasn't an unusual spot for her.
But still, this session was a little more intense than usual.
Remy somehow looked hotter than she'd ever seen him earlier today and that really said something.
She remembered one of the few down times they had when they were on the same team.
After a little too much to drink, Rogue suggested that they all go skinny dipping.
It didn't take too much convincing for everyone to agree.
As expected, Storm's body got the most admiration, but Remy was a close second.
Sage could barely keep her eyes off of him most of the time.
Especially his dick.
It was absolutely huge, probably the biggest she'd seen.
In truth, she would have been genuinely shocked if Rogue didn't have trouble taking that thing in her pussy.
Tessa, however, was sure that she'd be able to take it all.
In whatever hole he wanted.
She would have made sure of that.
All he would have had to do is let her know what he wanted.
But she managed to be on her best behavior the whole time.
He was, after all, settled down with Rogue and she really didn't want to cross that line.
Now, however, she was thinking otherwise.
Maybe she did want to cross that line.
That was a dark path to go down, but after today, she was pretty sure she really wanted to go down it.
That thought was enough to push her over the edge as she came like she'd never cum before, all while pushing a pillow over her head so she could shout Remy's name.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, she hoped no one heard her little orgasm.
She expected the guilt to come soon, so she decided to get some sleep to get ahead of that guilt.
She'd dream of Remy that night, just had she had many nights before.
But this time, she was pretty sure the dream would be more intense than any one she'd had.
****
Things very quickly devolved into an argument between Armor, Jubilee and Shadowcat.
They each wanted to show Wolverine how much they cared about him via a party, but all three of them had different ideas how.
Of course, it didn't help that the virus was heightening their feelings towards him.
All of them had crushes on him, and the virus only made it worse.
Each of them were slowly moving toward the idea of using the party as an excuse to seduce him.
None of them were quite sure how, but they were sure they wanted him in their bed by the end of the night.
Jubilee even entertained the idea of all three of them taking turns with him.
Of course, none of them actually said any of this out loud.
Instead they gave ideas that the others would immediately shoot down.
It was getting very competitive.
Which tended to breed creativity.
Each girl was soon determined to out do the other and the suggestions were getting crazier and crazier by the second.
And then Jubilee made the suggestion that sent the trio into a frenzy.
"No way are we hiring him strippers, Jubilee." Kitty announced.
"You're just mad that all your plans are stupid." Jubilee responded.
"You know, there may be some merit to Jubilee's plan." Armor chimed in.
"But that may be inadequate." She continued, getting a squeak of outrage from Jubilee at her betrayal.
The trio continued to argue well into the night.
By the end all three decided to throw him a party of their own, each one determined to win him over.
Wolverine was about to be put in an impossible position by the three girls he mentored.
And when the virus got it's hooks into him, who knew how he'd react.
****
Hellion knew it was time.
He knew it was time because he'd been walking around, looking to see if anyone was showing signs of infection when he'd seen Rogue in the hallway and decided to follow her for a bit.
Something told him that there had been a change in Rogue.
Sure enough, she refused to turn around and look at him, despite clearly hearing him following her.
It was so bad that it seemed like she forced herself to ignore him.
Even better, the usual almost innate sensual movements that were common in Rogue's walk were replaced with a nervous and stiff movement.
Once she got to her room, he decided to pay a visit to Emma to check up on her.
If all went well, it wouldn't take long before he'd finally get to fuck her.
The perfect payment for a job well done.