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Rogue woke suddenly; her body was soaked in perspiration. She looked around the room, making sure that she was alone. Trying to calm her swallow, rapid breathes Rogue sat upright and brought her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. Rogue had been reliving the same dream for the past week now; ever since Magneto had moved into the mansion. It started out like a normal dream; she was fighting along side her friends against an evil foe. But after the fight was over she would wind up in Magneto's arms; sometimes in his room, or other times in weird places like the shower or the kitchen table. They would make love and at the most crucial moment she would always wake with a start cover in sweat and wet between her tights. Her body aching for the one thing she can't have, human touch.

Rogue tried to fall back asleep but to now avail. She would just lie in bed watching the bright red number on her alarm clock slowly change. When the clock read 6:00 AM, she finally gave up and threw her comforter away from her still soaked body. She walked over to her vanity and looked over her reflection. As she stood there naked, she traced her hands down her sides and across her chest, much like Magneto would do in her dreams. Her virgin skin so soft and smooth but inside it burned for the touch of another. After a moment she walked away from the mirror and over to her closet. She pulled out a clean uniform and pair of gloves. Her gloves, they were her second skin. They are the only way for her to live a semi-normal life. Without them her touch was poison. She despised them but also loved them at the same time. They were the only thing that kept her from hurting anyone she touched and the one thing that kept her from the touch she yearned for more than anything. She pulled them on and grabbed her towels and other bathroom necessities. She wrapped her long robe around herself and made her way to the bathroom down the hall.

The house is still pretty quiet but not for long. Rogue hurries to the shower to make sure she beats the early morning rush. As she turns on the hot water her mind flows back to the dream. She steps into the steaming water and lets it pound into her breasts. Every so often the water hits her nipples just right and sends chills through her entire body and flashes of Magneto teasing them into her mind. She starts to let her hands wondering and explores her body. She slowly starts tracing the edge of her quickly hardening nipples. She lightly caresses the skin between her breasts and follows it down to her navel; softly grazing there for a moment before her finger wanders further down to the center of her sex. She tenderly runs her fingers up and down her slit feeling her juices building and her body starting to quiver. She quickens her movements and intensifies the pressure on her button. Within seconds she has brought herself to that ultimate feeling or climax. Her body is still shaking slightly when there is a knock on the bathroom door. "You almost done in there?" a man's beckons from the other side. "Ah will be out in a minute." Rogue replies. She turns of the water and climbs out wrapping a towel around her untamed mane and her robe around her still damp body. She walks over and opens the door to see Magneto standing on the other side. He to is dressed in his robe, towel in hand. They just look over each other for a moment before Rogue steps out of his way and heads back to her room.

Once inside she shuts the door and flops down on her bed. "Why am ah having these dreams. And why of him, ah love Remy." After lying there for a moment she gets up and puts her uniform on. "Ah need some exercise." She walks out of her room and down towards the elevator. She steps in and right before the doors close she sees the bathroom door open and Magneto walk out in his robe. It is slightly open in the front and she can see his muscular chest. Thinking to herself, "He keeps in shape for being as old as he is." The doors close and take her to the lower levels of the mansion.