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Rogue had dressed up to grab Ben’s attention. Black stockings, a tight skirt, and a blouse that plunged down to her navel. It was an ensemble meant to go right through his rocky exterior to where he remembered he was a man.

The look had gotten wolf-whistles from plenty of the X-Men. Even some of the bolder students. It would work on Ben.

He came walking over to her. Rogue caught her breath involuntarily. She’d seen the Thing before, of course, but never up close. He was a giant, six feet and six inches tall, and she only five foot eight. Add to that how he was so crushingly bulky: his arms thick as tree trunks, his fingers like huge slabs of concrete, his chest big enough around that it dwarfed her slender torso several times over—even with the full breasts she was justly proud of.

It seemed absurdly dissonant, her being so svelte and him being so… burly (hulking didn’t seem like the right word, considering his well-known enmity with the Jade Giant). But Rogue knew looks, and even physicality, weren’t everything.

Although she didn’t look it, Rogue was powerhouse enough to toss Ben Grimm to the top of the Baxter Building. And while he might not be conventionally handsome, Rogue knew her cursed power wouldn’t work on that stony hide of his. Which made this a rare opportunity for both of them.

“Heya, sugah,” she said, looking up at the titanic member of the Fantastic Four. “Frosty said she thought you and I might hit it off.”

She threw her shoulders back some to push her breasts against the blouse—already a size small. Her nipples appeared through the thin fabric. If she said aloud that she didn’t need or want a bra, it couldn’t have been more apparent.

Ben, though—the idol of millions, the honorary uncle of just about every superhero there was—didn’t act at all like, well, Johnny Storm. Despite the fact that he had to have groupies, he just about blushed. “Yeah,” he rumbled in his thick voice, rubbing the back of his neck. “If ya feel like it… it doesn’t hafta be you, y’know… if you’d rather not…”

Rogue coyly lowered her eyes and found herself staring almost directly at Ben’s trunks. She had to wonder if his prick was as oversized as all the rest of him. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, hon. It does have to be me, because my powers would zap anyone else. Mr. Fantasy, the Human Bic, that invisible gal… they’d all be sucked dry if they tried to get fresh with me. And, oh, not in a nice way.”

“Well, just cuz we can, uh, do all’a dat, doesn’t mean we gotta…”

“Then there’s the other thing,” Rogue continued, like he hadn’t spoken at all. “Which is that you can’t feel much of anythin’ under all that, ah, masonry, now can you?”

“I can feel plenty,” Ben said, thinking of just how many punches he’d taken over the years from Namor, the Hulk, the Super-Skrull, Terrax… everybody who wanted a piece of the FF had to go through him first, and often did.

“Yeah, but if it was Kitty or Betsy or one of them other girls—well, they’re just dainty little wisps of a thing, aren’t they? Ah don’t think they’d make much of an impression on you, so to speak. And as you might tell from our costumes, we X-Men believe in a little more than just doin’ the job: we like to do it in style!”

Ben coughed out a laugh. “I still wouldn’t say no to a nice Jewish girl. Or to, uh… Betsy’s the one with the Jap sword, right?”

“That’s not what most men notice about her,” Rogue lilted, “but yes. And speaking of words, we don’t have all day!”

She reached out and wiggled her hand into his pocket. It was easy to feel his cock quake in anticipation. It just about took up all the space inside his trunks when she first touched it.

“Wow! Talk about ‘the Thing’! That’s another reason to pass on Kitty and Betts. You might not feel them, but they’d probably feel a little too much. Now me, on the other hand… well, Ah can take a punch from every Sentinel they’ve ever cranked out! So you just do your worst, Benjamin Grimm. I’ve borrowed Logan’s healing factor before and I’ll do it again!”

Ben laughed a deep, booming laugh. “Nah, I’m a pilot. I’m trained to take care of my rides—‘specially when they’re fast as you are.”