A/N: Just a little ROGAN romance/angst. Read and review, pretty please.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but maybe I'll ask Santa for Wolverine for Christmas. =0P
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Touching is different than feeling. Post X3. Rogue/Bobby, shift toward ROGAN.
"Are you ready?" Bobby asked, trying not to sound like he was rushing things.
Or worse, sound nervous.
But there was a large part of him that had waited so long for this moment, that he didn't really care. Marie sat on the bed, staring at the small package in his hand.
Am I? she thought. But she heard herself say, "Yes." A few moments later, the two teenagers lay together, finally able to touch one another for the first time. It was pleasurable, Marie had to admit, but something was missing. It saddened her slightly, but she knew it.
She couldn't feel anymore.
When they were finished, a silence flooded the bedroom. For the boy, it was complete. For the girl, it was awkward.
"I love you," Bobby whispered, placing a kiss on his girlfriend's cheek. Marie sighed slightly, and forced a smile.
"Love you, too." But they were only words.
The courtyard was bathed in moonlight as the man stood on the terrace, taking a drag from a late-night cigarette. He heard footsteps, but didn't acknowledge them. The next time he glanced over, the girl stood beside him.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey." It was quiet for a moment. "What're you doing out here?"
"Nothin'…just thinkin'."
"Fair enough." Logan shrugged, not wanting to get too involved with whatever the female hormones were dealing with. He was slightly taken by surprise when she stepped closer and slipped her hand into his. He smiled then, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. The silence that followed was absolute. And as Marie intertwined her thin fingers with the Wolverine's calloused ones, she knew that touching was different than feeling.
And in that moment, she could feel everything.
