Romans & histoires Rouge X Knuckles

Kieran’s brow furrowed. He didn't look convinced. In fact, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my arm as he moved to take my hand in a gesture of comfort. But as soon as he saw my right hand, he froze. The skin over my knuckles was already beginning to swell, turning a dark, angry purple that I wore proudly because the other person had it worse, and the subtle ache was a reminder of how I had caused Rexton pain for the first time. Goddess, was I pleased!

Music thudded faintly from overhead speakers, but his rhythm drowned it out. Thud, thud, thud. Each punch landed with a smack that made heads turn. His knuckles, wrapped tight in tape, blurred as he battered the bag. Shoulders heaved, lungs burned, but he kept his stance sharp; jab, cross, hook, reset. The veins in his forearms bulged with effort.

The horrible feeling that I had soon passes away when I see the genuine kindness overflowing from every pack member. Knox's smile is suddenly replaced with a look of worry . His jaw tightens as he concentrates on the floor . Something is definitely wrong . His eyes are not the usual blue but cloudy. "Rogues ! "he growls as he massages his temples, "I'm coming there Reese! "

I dropped the bag on the bed, fishing out the bandage. "There's so much blood, and I don't think you'll like to see tha..." I cut him off, reaching down and holding the bleeding knuckles up, "I'm no nurse, but I know what to do when I see a bruise." Squinting my eyes, I began to pull out the spare glasses planted in his skin, "This is a lot of rage for one person." He straightened his fingers, giving me access, "How did you find this place?"

Knelt on one knee before me. His broad palm closed around my right wrist with devastating precision. No brute force. But his fingertips scorched like live coals. He lifted my hand, still wet from the creek, knuckles rough with old callus, and raised it to the level of his thin, bloodless lips. He lowered his head and pressed his dry, cracked mouth directly against the raised ridge of my knuckles. Not a perfunctory touch. His rough lips moved with a friction that sent dark voltage through the skin.

it seemed like he had poured water on himself there. Next thing he did was to squirt the lube on my body by pressing the body of the lube bottle. "Spread them everywhere, Pumpkin." He ordered, giving my left boob a loud slap. I moaned from the sting of the slap, then started rubbing my hands on my body, making sure the lube got to every inch. "Damn...see how shiny you are...for me." Knoxx said, dropping the lube bottle on the dressing table behind me. "Keep rubbing, Pumpkin. I want every inch shiny and glassy... Fuck!" He lowered his head to take my left nipple.

The knuckles are swollen purple, a couple of them split open, dried blood crusted on it. “Oh my, Percy…” I whisper. He glances at it, then at me, and grins. “Looks worse than it feels?” The doctor raises an eyebrow. “How’d this happen?” “Friendly disagreement,” Percy says smoothly. She doesn’t push it. She orders X-rays, and while we wait for the result, a nurse comes in to clean and re-dress it. Percy winces once when she dabs antiseptic, but he covers it with a joke.

His stance was good, solid, he was athletic, thus his punch would definitely sting. Now the punch was coming, his knuckles were protruding as he clenched his fist hard. For a split second, I took a quick sidestep and saw the punch almost hitting my gut. It went past my stomach and landed on the concrete wall behind me. I heard a faint cracking sound as his knuckles connected to the wall.

I managed to shut the door but the rouge slammed himself against the bar, pushing me back I almost lost my grip of the door but I managed to keep it shut. The rouge reached his right from leg in and buried his claws in my left shoulder, dragging in down my arm until he reached my elbow. Pain exploded in my entire body and I couldn't stop the scream from climbing up my throat. The right rouge continued on to scratch my fingers so I'd let go of the door. I almost let go but a small shoes came flying from behind me ad hits the rouge right at the spot I'd hit him with the rock.

“Before I make you.” The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.