KNOWING

August 22nd 2011

AUTHORS NOTES

This story is narrated by Rogue and I wanted to get her aggressive nature and personality right.

This means someone is narrating.

Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip, may be a few minutes, may be a few hours...

Disclaimer; I do not own X-men or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is non profit-I am making no money from this.


They all think they know me.

They don't.

They think they know who I am.

Why I am, what I want.

They don't. They never have.

They've never even tried to find out.

They like me, respect me, in their own way... care about me.

But it's clear... I don't fit in.

They made their judgments a long time ago.

They see what they want to see.

The whole world does.

I don't care... or shouldn't.

I got bigger things to worry about...

The darkly attractive X-man (or X-women) known as Rogue strode through Xavier's Institute for the Gifted looking as angry and unapproachable as ever.

She stopped at one particular door.

After taking a deep breath, she opened it to reveal...

An expensively decorated room. In the middle, lying on a Queen size bed was Emma Frost, clad in nothing but the most revealing silk lingerie ever designed by man.

Rogue stood there staring at the gorgeous half naked woman, her sullen facade melting to one of happiness- even wonder.

"You're letting the warmth out darling... you can come in, I did call you here..."

The gorgeous blond gestured for her goth guest to enter. She had every right to do so. This was her room. A private room awarded her by Professor Xavier after a huge cash donation for the construction of a new wing of the institute from Frost Enterprises

Rogue entered and closed the door behind her.

The White Queen shifted into her diamond form, took Rogue's chin in her hand. Protected from the Southern girl's dangerous energy absorption powers by her diamond shell she pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

She pulled Rogue down on top of her. The gothic mutant explored Emma's crystalline body safe in the knowledge that she wouldn't kill her with her lethal mutation.

Emma pulled Rogue's many layered clothing off annoyed that the southern beauty hadn't taken her advice on dressing less conservatively.

The two mutants made love unknowing or uncaring of the telepaths and other individuals using their powers to spy on them.

I am a mutant,

I am a lesbian,

I and Emma Frost are in a relationship.

Deal with it or keep your mouth shut.


AUTHORS NOTES

This is meant as a Drabble- an extremely short work of fiction. While they are supposed to be exactly one hundred words in length, in this case I am using the term to describe a short story of fewer than 1000 words.

The purpose of a drabble is brevity, testing an author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.

I might do more of these, I haven't decided yet.