A/N: I recently had inspiration to write a short Rogneto moment (Thank you. You know who you are ;) ) so I wrote this out. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out and had fun writing it. Enjoy :D

She rubbed her eyes, wanting to be rid of the images she saw. She knew she had to absorb his power to save them, but she had no idea his memories were like this. She knew of the struggles he had in life, but didn't expect it to be so awful to see.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the starved remnants of people; their sunken features and bony limbs. She saw the pile of bodies and wanted to cry. She saw the children getting beat and wanted to lash out at the person doing it. She saw nothing but the worst horrors know to mankind; the Holocaust.

God. His memories were awful.

"Anna?" his voice called out to her.

She looked up at the man standing in front of her and knew her eyes gave her away. He sat down next to her and pulled her into his embrace and she laid her head on his broad chest, trying to recompose herself.

"What's wrong, Anna-Marie?"

"The memories of yer childhood. They are just too much for me."

She felt him tense up and he responded, "It will be okay. They're just memories."

She knew he was right and the sooner she applied his logic to her brain, the better. She needed to be rid of them.

She looked into his bright blue eyes and saw something she never thought she would see there. He was showing his emotions in those eyes and she saw endearment. He was genuinely worried about her and it warmed her heart to know that. Over their shared time together the past few weeks, she had grown to love the older mutant and she was happy the feeling was reciprocated.

Her vibrant green eyes looked back into his blue ones and he held back the urge to kiss her then and there. She was beautiful, he wouldn't deny that, but she was also much younger than him. Though that particular thought crossed his mind, it was also not at the front of his brain. She looked at him with an expression that melted his heart. Love.

She took off one of her gloves and traced his jawline, the slight stubble of a five o'clock shadow prickling her fingertips. She looked at his lips and realized she wanted nothing more than to kiss them.

He about jumped out of his skin as she ran her fingers across his jawline. Her touch was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it. He took his hand and caressed the side of her face with it. He began to close the gap between them.

She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she did so. She felt his lips against her own and was surprised at first, but she noticed how good they felt. She began to kiss him back and her fingers found their way into his white locks.

They parted for a moment to breathe and she began, "Ah-"

He put his index finger to her lips and finished, "I know."

A/N: Eh? Not too shabby for the first time writing these two, right? Leave me a review and who knows? I might just add more to this.