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Drabble: Not Your Momma's Vanilla

Title: Not Your Momma's Vanilla
Rating: R
Word count: 104
Pairing: Scott/Rogue

"Hey sugar, did you want to use the paddle or the whips tonight?" Rogue asked, turning around to see her reflection in her new leather corset.

"Um, What?" Scott was trying very hard to not show exactly how flustered he was. And trying not to show the strain in his pants caused by the way the corset she was wearing pressed her breasts up to her face. And fighting the urge to stick his head in her cleavage and just live there for the next few days. Maybe with a few more marks on them, so he could lick them better. "Whips, Rogue. Whips."