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Longing
Chapter 1: Morning Meeting
Rogue sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping for breath, her face gleaning with sweat in the summer moonlight. Not that dream again, she thought, not again. She quickly glanced at Kitty making sure she hadn't disturbed her. She saw the regular rise and fall of Kitty's breathing as she slept. Rogue pulled back the covers that had gotten tangled in her legs and sat upright. She made herself rise and walk quietly out of the room and down the dark corridor to the bathroom, knowing the way easily now.
Once in the bathroom she closed the door and flicked the light switch. The bright light momentarily blinded her as her eyes adjusted to it. She made her way to the sink and looked in the mirror above it at her pale and clammy face. She turned on the cold tap and splashed the cool water onto her face. She dried herself with a small towel and glanced out the window. She saw that the moon was sinking lower to the horizon and she could see lightness in the sky indicating that dawn was coming. She turned off the light and padded softly down the corridor to her room. She quickly grabbed a long sleeved lose shirt and pulled it on over her crop top she had been wearing in bed but didn't bother to put anything on over her skimpy shorts. She made her way over to the balcony door; she pushed it open further and slipped out. She went to the edge of the balcony and sat on the edge swinging her legs over. Her feet found the trellis below her and she began to climb down with practised movements. She easily jumped the last four feet landing on the soft and springy turf gracefully. She then walked around to the east of the building where there was a garden with a small copse of trees at the edge of the cliff where the waterfall fell down. She made her way over to the edge and sat down her legs dangling watching the rising sun. She sat watching the sky change from blue to red to pink to golden and finally to summertime blue.
As she sat she thought about her dream. Well dreams actually. They had begun several weeks ago. To start with she had shrugged them off but they had become more vivid and intense. Her dreams always started with her getting dressed but not in her normal clothes. No the clothes she wore were ones which were normal, ones where there was skin exposed. She didn't wear her gloves at all. The dream then took her around the mansion and if she touched other people her didn't kick in and drain them. This part of the dream she had for about a week. It never changed and in it she felt happy. Then it changed; there was a bit that was added on. A bit that seemed to confuse Rogue. In this new scene she would walk into the woods and meet someone, a guy. She would approach him in the shadows but never see his face clearly. She would stand in front of him and a hand would reach a trail a finger down her check causing her to shiver. She would then reach up as he leant down and they would meet in a kiss. She always woke up next.
Rogue sighed, she thought she knew why she was having these dreams but she didn't know why she had them every night and always in such a precise order. She got up slowly, brushing grass from her legs and walked towards the mansion. She knew that she wanted to touch and that it was becoming more and more frustrating that she couldn't. She had recently been asking the Professor to help her but he kept putting it off. She longed to touch, to be able to feel without having something in between. She wanted to feel the warmth from human skin. She wanted to know what it was to feel and she wanted to know what it was to kiss. Her friends, the rest off the team didn't and couldn't know what it was like. She had begun to think that the dreams were her way to be able to touch but she wasn't sure now. For the past two nights there had been a voice in her dream. A man's deep and low voice telling her that she could control her power, that he could help her only if she came to him. This had confused her but she now thought that someone was trying to help her. If only she knew who.
She looked up and saw that she had reached the kitchen door. She knew it was too early for people to be up on a Saturday but she tried the door anyway. To her surprise it clicked and she went in. she went up to the fridge and opened the door and was hit by the cool air. She searched for something to eat and as she did the door to the rest of the mansion opened, letting someone in.
"Hey!" she called to them from her position in the fridge as she continued her search. She heard the person come up to her and was surprised to feel an arm sneak around her waist. She jumped back out of the persons grasp in shock. Leaning against the open fridge door was Gambit. He was fully dressed and smiling at her. He pushed the door shut and smiled at her again.
"Bonjour petite," he said to her looking her up and down.
"What are ya doin here?" she demanded her hands on her hips.
"Remy be admiring the view." He said with a straight face. She looked down and realized she was a pair of skimpy shorts that showed her bare, long, pale legs. Her short crop top showed off her perfectly flat stomach and her shirt was unbuttoned. She quickly pulled her shirt around herself. She tried to casually move behind the island which hid her legs but not before the Cajun had taken in every detail of her body. Remy's face broke into a grin and he winked at her, which caused a blush to creep onto her unmade face.
"Seriously, what are ya doin here?" she asked again trying to regain control of herself.
"Remy was asked here by de Prof. Remy was a bit early so he let himself in," he told her waving his hand to the back door. Rogue frowned at him, not sure whether to believe him. Just then the door to the rest of the house opened to reveal Logan. Rogue checked the clock, it was half past five, Logan's usual getting up time. Logan looked from the slightly pink Rogue to the Cajun smiling at her.
"Your early" he growled at him before reaching into the fridge and drinking some juice. Remy threw a triumphant look at the astonished Rogue. Logan turned to them.
"Stripes, go and suit up for the DR session." He told her noticing the exchange between the two teenagers. She sighed and walked to the door.
Logan turned to Gambit but saw he was distracted. He looked at Rogue walking out of the room. She was wearing the smallest shorts imaginable. She pushed the door open and left. Logan turned to Gambit.
"Keep ya eyes and ya hands to yourself bub!" he growled at him. Remy held his hands up in mock surrender but glanced at the door where Rogue had just left.
Longing
Chapter 1: Morning Meeting
Rogue sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping for breath, her face gleaning with sweat in the summer moonlight. Not that dream again, she thought, not again. She quickly glanced at Kitty making sure she hadn't disturbed her. She saw the regular rise and fall of Kitty's breathing as she slept. Rogue pulled back the covers that had gotten tangled in her legs and sat upright. She made herself rise and walk quietly out of the room and down the dark corridor to the bathroom, knowing the way easily now.
Once in the bathroom she closed the door and flicked the light switch. The bright light momentarily blinded her as her eyes adjusted to it. She made her way to the sink and looked in the mirror above it at her pale and clammy face. She turned on the cold tap and splashed the cool water onto her face. She dried herself with a small towel and glanced out the window. She saw that the moon was sinking lower to the horizon and she could see lightness in the sky indicating that dawn was coming. She turned off the light and padded softly down the corridor to her room. She quickly grabbed a long sleeved lose shirt and pulled it on over her crop top she had been wearing in bed but didn't bother to put anything on over her skimpy shorts. She made her way over to the balcony door; she pushed it open further and slipped out. She went to the edge of the balcony and sat on the edge swinging her legs over. Her feet found the trellis below her and she began to climb down with practised movements. She easily jumped the last four feet landing on the soft and springy turf gracefully. She then walked around to the east of the building where there was a garden with a small copse of trees at the edge of the cliff where the waterfall fell down. She made her way over to the edge and sat down her legs dangling watching the rising sun. She sat watching the sky change from blue to red to pink to golden and finally to summertime blue.
As she sat she thought about her dream. Well dreams actually. They had begun several weeks ago. To start with she had shrugged them off but they had become more vivid and intense. Her dreams always started with her getting dressed but not in her normal clothes. No the clothes she wore were ones which were normal, ones where there was skin exposed. She didn't wear her gloves at all. The dream then took her around the mansion and if she touched other people her didn't kick in and drain them. This part of the dream she had for about a week. It never changed and in it she felt happy. Then it changed; there was a bit that was added on. A bit that seemed to confuse Rogue. In this new scene she would walk into the woods and meet someone, a guy. She would approach him in the shadows but never see his face clearly. She would stand in front of him and a hand would reach a trail a finger down her check causing her to shiver. She would then reach up as he leant down and they would meet in a kiss. She always woke up next.
Rogue sighed, she thought she knew why she was having these dreams but she didn't know why she had them every night and always in such a precise order. She got up slowly, brushing grass from her legs and walked towards the mansion. She knew that she wanted to touch and that it was becoming more and more frustrating that she couldn't. She had recently been asking the Professor to help her but he kept putting it off. She longed to touch, to be able to feel without having something in between. She wanted to feel the warmth from human skin. She wanted to know what it was to feel and she wanted to know what it was to kiss. Her friends, the rest off the team didn't and couldn't know what it was like. She had begun to think that the dreams were her way to be able to touch but she wasn't sure now. For the past two nights there had been a voice in her dream. A man's deep and low voice telling her that she could control her power, that he could help her only if she came to him. This had confused her but she now thought that someone was trying to help her. If only she knew who.
She looked up and saw that she had reached the kitchen door. She knew it was too early for people to be up on a Saturday but she tried the door anyway. To her surprise it clicked and she went in. she went up to the fridge and opened the door and was hit by the cool air. She searched for something to eat and as she did the door to the rest of the mansion opened, letting someone in.
"Hey!" she called to them from her position in the fridge as she continued her search. She heard the person come up to her and was surprised to feel an arm sneak around her waist. She jumped back out of the persons grasp in shock. Leaning against the open fridge door was Gambit. He was fully dressed and smiling at her. He pushed the door shut and smiled at her again.
"Bonjour petite," he said to her looking her up and down.
"What are ya doin here?" she demanded her hands on her hips.
"Remy be admiring the view." He said with a straight face. She looked down and realized she was a pair of skimpy shorts that showed her bare, long, pale legs. Her short crop top showed off her perfectly flat stomach and her shirt was unbuttoned. She quickly pulled her shirt around herself. She tried to casually move behind the island which hid her legs but not before the Cajun had taken in every detail of her body. Remy's face broke into a grin and he winked at her, which caused a blush to creep onto her unmade face.
"Seriously, what are ya doin here?" she asked again trying to regain control of herself.
"Remy was asked here by de Prof. Remy was a bit early so he let himself in," he told her waving his hand to the back door. Rogue frowned at him, not sure whether to believe him. Just then the door to the rest of the house opened to reveal Logan. Rogue checked the clock, it was half past five, Logan's usual getting up time. Logan looked from the slightly pink Rogue to the Cajun smiling at her.
"Your early" he growled at him before reaching into the fridge and drinking some juice. Remy threw a triumphant look at the astonished Rogue. Logan turned to them.
"Stripes, go and suit up for the DR session." He told her noticing the exchange between the two teenagers. She sighed and walked to the door.
Logan turned to Gambit but saw he was distracted. He looked at Rogue walking out of the room. She was wearing the smallest shorts imaginable. She pushed the door open and left. Logan turned to Gambit.
"Keep ya eyes and ya hands to yourself bub!" he growled at him. Remy held his hands up in mock surrender but glanced at the door where Rogue had just left.
