Summary: Missing scene from 'Knocked Up'

Disclaimer: Property of Marvel and Fox and Stan Lee and blah blah blah…

Probably would help if you read 'Knocked Up' first so you get where this story fits in.

Scene where Logan goes temporarily blind… Heheheh…

They were standing against a wall – Rogue with her back to it, John leaning in close.

He has his hands cupping her face delicately but firmly. She giggled against his mouth as he gave her quick little pecks before finally settling on her lips fully. Moaning quietly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer as the kiss deepened and tongues became entwined. His hands fall away from her face to hold her waist, pressing her against him and away from the wall.

"Oh my God, you guys! Get a room!" Jubilee said in mock disgust as she and Kitty came upon the couple in the hallway.

John lifted his head quickly, a surprised look on his face. Rogue flushed deeply, trying to hide herself against her boyfriend.

The two girls snickered as they passed, each of them giving Rogue and John lascivious looks and wriggling their eyebrows in a knowing fashion.

They watched as Jubilee and Kitty rounded the corner, still snickering, and disappeared from sight.

"For the first time in my life, I think we should actually listen to Jubilee," John said, nuzzling against her cheek. "So? Should we 'get a room'?

Rogue looked at him, her lips curving up in a satisfied way that reminded John of a cat who just swallowed a canary. He felt her hands slowly grope their way over his shoulders, down his arms and finally to his hands which she grabbed roughly.

"Let's go then…" she said with a wink.

He laughed as he let her guide him by both hands back to their room.

She opened the door quickly, pulling him in with a tug. He shut the door behind him with a kick, also making sure to latch the lock.

"So…how are we doing this?" She helped him pull his black t-shirt over his head. "Bed? Desk? Floor? Wall? Shower? Bathroom counter? Or…chair?"

He smirked, tracing a finger over her now over-exposed décolletage. "Chair, huh?"

"We haven't christened them yet…" She bit her lip from groaning too loudly, her shirt falling away. His fingers now hooked into her bra straps and lowered them slowly. "And we have three of them… Should get started… Mmm…"

He left open-mouth kisses over her bare shoulders as she continued her incoherent babble about the chairs. She only stopped talking when her pink lace bra fell away and the tips of her breasts were brushing against his bare skin.

"Which one?" he mumbled against her neck, his hands playing under her short skirt.

"Huh?"

"Which chair should we christen first?"

She tried to open her eyes but it was oh-so hard to focus when he was doing that thing with his tongue against the shell of her ear. She nodded over to the closest chair. "Um…that one…"

They stumble their way over the short distance to the rather uncomfortable looking wooden chair next to the desk. Uncomfortable but still the nearest – and she was in desperate need of him. She helped him undo his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles so he could step out of them. She gasped when she felt his hands rip away her panties from under her skirt, throwing them out of the way with a big grin on his face.

He grabbed at her hips before sitting down on the chair while she straddled his lap. She shoved his boxers down and lifted her skirt up. They don't bother with condoms – it would take too much time to find one and it was already much too late to think about unplanned pregnancies.

And then she felt him slip inside of her and…

…it was good.

"John…John…John…" she chanted with each thrust and bounce. "Mmm…right there… Don't stop… Oh God, so good…"

Now that they had their own room and everyone knew about their relationship, she became more and more vocal during their lovemaking. Not just with the usual moans and groans and grunts but with very loud shouts about what he was doing right, where she liked to be touched, how she wanted it, and, by God, John was more than pleasantly surprised to learn what a colorful and filthy vocabulary she had when she was about to orgasm.

She let out a piercing cry when she felt him hit a particularly sensitive spot.

The lust-filled haze that clouded both of their heads cleared slightly when they heard the banging and thumping on their door. "Rogue? Rogue?! Are you okay?"

"Don't come in…" she tried to yell out. But it took all her concentration to keep her thighs tight around his hips and her mouth was busy leaving wet kisses against his neck.

"Rogue! Open the door! Are you okay?" The shouting became more frantic. John and Rogue don't even notice when the door hinges start to tremble under the weight of someone banging against it with all their might. "Open the door, Rogue!"

"Don't come in!" she shouted right before her throat closed up again, her eyes scrunched shut, her emotions on a wild rollercoaster. She couldn't stop herself from crying out again, the pleasure becoming too intense.

"Rogue!! a panicked yell coming through from the other side of the door.

"Don't come in!" she yelled again.

She was so close; nothing was going to stop her. She huskily said into his ear, "Do you feel that? You like that? I know you like it because I like it too. I like it when you're inside of me and fucking me. Fucking me so hard… Yeah…like that… Fuck me, John. Fuck me…fuck me hard…"

Just as she reached her peak, her hands tightly clutched his shoulders and her back arched painfully. She slumped over John, her hair partially covering his chest and face. Both of them panting hard and flushed with spent passion. They don't notice when the door burst open through sheer force and will.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ! I'm blind! I'm blind!" Logan screamed shrilly, his hands covering his eyes when he realized exactly why Rogue had been crying out. And it would disturb him much much later to remember that they were both still wearing their shoes and that (going blind again just from the thought!) they were sitting in a chair.

If Logan hadn't been covering his eyes like a frightened schoolboy, he would have seen John and Rogue comedically fall out of the chair – John trying to shield Rogue by taking the brunt of the fall.

"What the hell is going on?" someone yelled from the hallway.

"I heard someone yelling they were blind?"

As more and more people started to gather, Rogue frantically reached up from the floor to grab the sheet off of the bed. She tried to cover herself and John from the probing eyes in the doorway.

"Rogue? Is that you?" Jubilee called out, her eyes as big as saucers.

Rogue looked up from her awkward position, still on top of John. "Uh…hi…"

"Damn, girl… You gotta tell me your secret…" Jubilee grinned like the Cheshire cat, her foot nudging slightly at the pink bra and the black t-shirt that was thrown carelessly by the now broken door. "On how to freak Logan out like that, I mean."

Logan was still screaming shrilly.

A/N: More? Write more missing scenes? Y/N?