The Next Morning

Rogue awoke and was surprised at the seeming lack of mental or physical effect that Edge had on her.

The day before she was sure it would feel like an even worse hangover but now she was in no pain (outside of some soreness due to being sodomized for the first time in her life) and she felt no intense craving for more, sure probably she wouldn't turn more down if she was partying and someone made the offer but it wasn't driving her insane with need.

Even the intense craving for sex that completely took over her body last night had subsided.

Ultimately she felt fine (Just a little more sore than normal).

She looked over to the other side of the bed and found no one there, a quick scan of the room then confirmed that Flex wasn't in the room with her.

Realizing that she was all alone and now with a little time to think about it, she mentally kicked herself as hard as she possibly could for going as far as she did with Flex last night.

Sure she knew that she was gonna have to give him something sexually to meet an expectation from him but that had rapidly gotten out of hand.

She had planned to take things slow, but Edge had made everything feel like it was being kicked into overdrive.

Especially her libido, which rarely had any satisfaction beyond her fingers and whatever sex toys she had available

Last night it was unchained and it completely ruled her body.

Most people that knew her situation would probably have had some sympathy towards her.

Still, if it got out that she'd been fucked in the ass by a **** dealer while high as a kite, her superhero image would never recover.

Not that she really had a choice at first, Flex simply took what he wanted, but soon she was a very willing partner and that was more than enough for someone like Magneto or Mister Sinister to use against her.

Not to mention how much this getting out would complicate her various relationships on the team.

Including one relationship in particular.

Quickly putting that thought out of her mind, she replaced it with thoughts about how she would have to leave quite a bit out of her report to Jean, in fact she was pretty sure she'd never tell a single soul what happened.

It was simply another cross for her to bear and, she was sure that she'd have a few more by the end of this undercover mission.

Now, with a clear head, she vowed to slow things down with Flex before it all went completely wrong, he was, after all, a stepping stone.

Rogue saw no point in building something serious up with Flex when she was just going to move up the food chain at first chance.

The brutal wording of that thought made her shudder a bit, she really didn't want to sleep her way up the ladder, sure if push came to shove then she probably would but she had to make sure that it wouldn't reach that stage.

She'd have to get more information about the other members from Flex and start formulating plans to get in good with them.

After a little bit more thinking about last night and her future plans, Rogue got up, threw on some clothes that had been left for her (a white t-shirt and shorts, both of which left little to the imagination) and wondered out of the bedroom to look for Flex.