Rogue's Room

[rouge]

[rouge]

Rogue didn’t realize how long she had been away from the mansion until she was back. She had a feeling that a certain someone-her certain someone- wouldn’t be too happy with her for having been gone so long. And leaving the mansion without as much as a word to anyone until she was in Quebec with Mystique nearby. After Canada, she intended to return to the mansion, but she was intercepted by her mother and kept in the Ruins until Apocalypse ordered her release.

Now, thanks to Logan’s disbelief in speed limits, she was back home. The hour was late and she was unsure of where Logan was. She had an idea that he was chasing Storm around in either his or her bedroom and she was unsure of what to do with that thought. In some ways, it was comical, and in other ways, it made her envious. Her being chases around a room would only consist of playfulness and never escalade to what she wanted. ’Just accept the fact that you’re gunna die a virgin already.’ She thought to herself as she entered her room.

It was just as she had left it. A few clean clothes strewn across the floor from her indecisive packing and her closet still wide open. She tossed her bag into the open closet and began to undress for bed, looking at the clock before doing so. Rogue assumed Bobby was in bed. It was nearly three in the morning after all. She decided that the best thing to do was send him a text message. That way he would know once he looked at his phone and she wouldn’t be waking him up.

She pulled a short and strapless nightgown over her head and collapsed onto her bed. Sleep was about the only time she didn’t need her skin constantly hidden so she took advantage of it.

[bobby]

Bobby had looked all of the mansion for Rogue the day she left. Her room, the danger room, even the kitchen where she usually raided. No matter where he went, Rogue was not to be found, and it wasn't long before he figured out that she had left him high and dry without any contact. To say he was upset about it was an understatement. He sat in his room for a better part of the months that she's been gone.

When Logan left in a hurry, he was even more upset, especially when he found out that Rogue was involved in Logan's leaving. He realized this when Logan came back with her on his bike. He was even more furious then, walking to his room and not coming out even to welcome her home. He was hurt that she left without saying anything, and even more hurt when neither her or Logan explained why they were riding together.

He sat in his room, laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know what to think or what to do, so he just laid in bed and stared. His eyes started to grow heavy, and before long he was waking up to his cell going off. He jumped up and looked to the phone, having snapped him out of a deep sleep. He looked at the name, remembering all that happened as he texted Rogue back. He didn't want to sound rude through text, so he just let her know he was awake.

[rouge]

Rouge was surprised when her phone vibrated, but when she saw it was a text from Bobby, she was both excited and frightened. She knew for a fact he would be upset with her. Aafter all, she had no choice but to leave him at such short notice. She either had to leave within an hour or miss the chance she had at hunting her mother down. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried to call him while she was gone, because she had.

She also had a feeling that her coming back with Logan may not have been the best idea ever, but it was either that or end up arriving at the mansion days later than him. Besides, everyone knew that she and Logan were like siblings. That and Logan currently had a thing going on with Storm. She had been gone for ages and even she knew that. She was sure Bobby wouldn’t be the exception. Then again, she had been away for a while. He may have become the exception.

She bit her lip as she replied to him. She texted ‘I’m ready for bed, but if you wanna come to my room and talk I can be dressed again in a little bit.’ Rogue sighed and got out of her bed and began searching for a set of clothes that wasn’t disgusting from being held prisoner and travel clinging to Logan’s back. She found a shirt, gloves, and jeans that were clean and pulled her nightgown off.

[bobby]

He couldn't believe it. She was inviting him to her room like nothing had happened. He glared at his phone, placing it in his pocket as he decided whether or not to go see her. He began pacing the floor, trying to think of what to do. She made him wait for months, why can't he make her wait for another day? It's only fair right? He stopped in the middle of the room and sighed, wondering what kind of thoughts he was having.

He walked to the door of his room, slowly opening the door to not cause an alarm. He peaked out into the hall, seeing that nobody was around, then made his way to Rogue's room. The stairs had been fixed since Logan had come back, so he was sure there would be no creaking of wood. He climbed up the last step, looking around again before heading to Rogue's room. He walked up to her room and knocked on the door.

"Rogue?"

[rouge]

She was just finishing binding her blonde curls back into a pony tail on when she heard Bobby knocking on the door and calling out her name. Deep down, she knew he would be angry with her for having left without telling anyone, but she knew he would understand when she explained. At least she hoped he would.

Rogue opened the door and once she saw him, her sense of manners left her. She sprung out into the hallway and claimed him in a sudden embrace, burying her head in his chest. She only pulled away when she realized that they could get into trouble for being up and possibly waking other students. She released him and gently pulled him into her room before locking the door and embracing him again.

“I have missed you so much ya don’t even know. An’ I’m real sorry I couldn’ call ya for a while. I had to go after my mother to try an’ get some answers outta her, which I didn’t get any because she’s a stubborn old bat, then she decided kidnappin’ me would be a good way to get Wolverine and Apocalypse to talk about somethin ‘ I really wish I could tell ya about, but I promised I wouldn’t. I really wish my mother weren’t so stupid, but I’m just happy to be home. I shoulda been here ages ago, but Logan was apparently too busy workin’ on his bike to check his damn voicemail.”

She shifted her head and the scab from her encounter with Mystique in Canada pulled off…again. She didn’t know why this particular wound couldn’t simply heal over and be done with it. She had been tempted to borrow Logan’s power to avert a scar, but she decided that probably wasn’t the best idea.

[bobby]

He didn't hear much after he knocked on the door and called to her. He heard the doorknob turning and began to wonder what he would say to her. Should he turn and walk away, or stay there and face her. He sighed, even as the door opened, his look turning to one of surprise when her arms suddenly went around him.

He slowly brought his own arms up in an attempt to hug her back, but she soon leg go of him and pulled him into her room. He stood there when the door closed, looking around the room. It was your typical teenage room, even had a radio in the same spot he had his at. He noticed the picture of them on her dresser, then turned to Rogue.

She started talking to him, but as much as she was saying was not much that he could take in. He caught some of it, mostly about her going to Canada, meeting up with Logan, a secret she couldn't talk about and Logan not answering his cellphone. He closed his eyes and shook his head, holding up his hands like he was stopping something.

"Woah, slow down. What was all that again?"

[rouge]

Rogue pulled away and touched her forehead, seeing a spot of blood covering her finger tip before she began to further explain the situration to him.

“Sorry, that should be healed by now. It happened a while ago. Anyway, I went to Canada to try an’ talk to my mother, dispite how well I knew it would go. I still got the broken ribs to prove it. I wanted to tell ya where I was goin’, but you were nowhere to be found and I either had to leave then or miss my chance at actually talkin’ to her. She beat the hell outta me, but luckily one of Logan’s friends found me. Don’t worry, he’s a flirt, but nothing’ happened. She didn’t rub off on me that much. Oh, yeah, I sorta have my mother’s powers now. I ain’t ever used ‘em yet, but I could. Anyway, I was only with Remy for the night, then I was on my way back home, but then when I was less than a day away Mystique decided to kidnap me and take me to the ruins. I didn’t wanna go, but I was just bait to get Logan there and I promised I would tell anyone what happened there and I promised to Apocalypse or else I would tell ya. I don’t wanna be on his bad side unless I need to be.”

When she realized how distant he was acting, she paused and looked down.

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

[bobby]

"So that's it?"

He didn't say much, but walked into the bathroom and grabbed a small rag. He then walked over and placed it against the wound on Rogue's head. He wasn't sure what was all going on, but when she mentioned a flirt, he knew it had to be that Remy guy that showed up not long ago. Alex was even chipper about him being there, but Bobby and a few of the other guys just found him a bit annoying. He looked at Rogue when she asked if he was mad at her, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

"You had me worried, that's all."

[rouge]

“That’s the gist.”

When he rose to go to the bathroom, she assumed he was leaving and exhaled a disappointed sigh, but when he returned and started dabbing at her forehead, she could tell that he was annoyed at the mere thought of Remy and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Ya know, the only reason we really even got to talkin’ is because he’s a swamp rat and I’m a southern belle, of course. Mississippi and New Orleans don‘t mesh together too well. Though I would love goin‘ to Mardi Gras if it didn‘t kill everyone.”

As his lips brushed against hers, her breath was taken from her and came out in a cold breeze before she planted her lips on his again, their mouths meshing it what had become a winter tongue twister. She was about to pull away when she realized that his mouth didn’t feel as cold as it normally did. She liked the cold, but this was something different. Normally, it was up to Bobby to pull away, but when he didn’t, she did, slowly realizing what had happened.

[bobby]

"Wonderful. Sounds like a great family reunion to go to next year."

He smirked a bit at his little joke, paying no mind as she spoke of Remy again. Though it did make him a little jealous that she was talking about him, he took confidence in her saying that she basically wouldn't be trying to get with the man. But all that faded when their lips met and the kiss had begun.

He was enjoying the kiss so much that he didn't even bother to think of what was happening. He didn't care that their kiss was lasting longer then it had before, or that he wasn't feeling his power drain away from him. It wasn't until Rogue pulled away that he suddenly realized that he wasn't feeling faint or stumbling to the ground.

"Rogue...what just happened?"

[rouge]

Rogue rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, that’s just what I need outta my family get togethers. Bloody knuckles, black eyes, an’ broken ribs. Whatever happened to potato salad an‘ picnics?”

Marie was stunned into silence, still trying to figure out everything. She had touched him, but not taken from him. His skin was warm to her touch, not icy. The only conclusion she came to was an impossible one, but she wondered still.

She ungloved her hand and placed it upon his face, paying close attention to where her skin contacted his. At first, she saw nothing, but then she noticed the thin film of ice that separated her skin from his. She couldn’t even feel the difference between the skin and ice.

“I have no idea.”

[bobby]

"Yeah, that would be interesting to see."

He smirked, trying to figure how her, Mystique, Kurt and Logan would be able to keep themselves from killing each other at the reunion. The silence was great though, and when she took off her gloved hand, he noticed her arm had a icey look to it. When she touched his face, he didn't feel anything being pulled away from him.

He took her hand and held it in his, bringing her close to him and kissing her once more. He didn't have any idea what was going on either, but this ment that he could kiss and touch her without anything being drained from him. He held her close as his lips continued to kiss her, loving that he didn't have to time himself now.

[rouge]

“By interestin’ I think you mean hell on Earth.”

As her hand remained on his face, her confusion deepened and her mind filled with questions. What did this mean? Were her powers becoming weaker since she had ‘borrowed’ so many memories and powers themselves? She was unsure. She was sure the professor would know, but her mind was taken from her when Bobby closed the distance between them with another kiss, this one holding for longer and growing more passionate by the second.

Rogue’s bare hand fell upon his skin and there it remained, her hormones beginning to spring into action as their contact lingered. She had forgotten how great it was to touch

[bobby]

"Still, it would be fun I think."

He closed his eyes and held her tight against him, his kiss deepening as he felt her return it. He was a little tense when she touched him, out of habit, but he quickly relaxed as his own blood began to heat. His hands went under her shirt and around her waist, enjoying the ability to touch her skin and not feel anything being pulled away from him.