a/n: Ok, well, this is my first x-men fic, I am more used to the ppl from
the charmed board, but I'm gonna give it a try, so R&R!! This inspiration
came to me in an assembly, hope you like it!
Oh, btw, set after X2, contains a few spoilers, sorry,
Mostly L/R
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Bobby's POV
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I want her. I want to feel her lips on mine, feel her smooth skin under my hands. I hate that bastard Logan! She obviously loves him, more then she loves me. I hated the way he looked at me that night in the kitchen.
****"Well, obviously it's not what I want it to be but." I trailed off, noticing the steely glint in his eye. His face tells me one thing, "You don't want to finish that sentence bub." I can practically see his claws fighting to get out.************
What gives him the right to me angry with me for wanting her? I know he wants her, I know he does. And then, there was the look in his eyes that night, when they invaded the school. I could tell he was helpless to leave her; he wouldn't leave her, even if it meant sacrificing precious knowledge of his past.
***** "Go on kid, I'll be fine!" he had said gruffly. "But we won't!" She yelled, her face betraying her fear. It wasn't enough to have me by her side; she wanted to have him too. To protect her, like only Logan could********
I don't know what I am doing anymore. After Jean.well.after Jean, was gone, Logan distanced himself. He is alright, I mean, he isn't off as bad as Scott, but still, he's different, and so is she. I don't know what happened, but I can see that something's different. That night in the tent, he didn't know it, but I was awake, I heard. Seeing Rouge, seeing Marie, made him tell Mystique to stop. I'm sure that's what happened! Mystique touched a nerve, and now, now Logan is looking at Rogue in whole different way.
I'm not going to take it anymore.
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A breeze rustled her hair from the open window, the night air spilling in. A creak of the opening door roused her from her dream, and she quickly slipped on the gloves from her bedside table.
"Logan?" She whispered into the darkness. He had come to her last night, seeking comfort; she had no reason to believe it wasn't him.
"Figures you'd think that," A different voice said, its tone cold.
"Bobby?" Rouge asked again, a question in her voice, "What are you doing here?"
Bobby slowly closed the door behind him, and walked up very close to Rouge.
"They say you can control it," he said sensually, blowing a cold jet of ice onto her bare shoulder, "And I figure, combined with my ice shield, your control should last for long enough."
"Bobby, stop it," Rouge said, backing away a little, "You are scaring me."
"Good," Bobby said darkly, grabbing her bare wrist.
In an instant Rouge focused all of her control on that area of her body. Her head screamed in pain as she desperately fought the draining that was sure to occur.
"Very good Rouge," Bobby said, letting go of her wrist, "I think we might be able to make this work."
Rouge's eyes widened as she slowly took in the look in Bobby's ice blue eyes. She managed to let out one strangled cry before Bobby kissed her roughly, throwing her down onto the bed, the air around him crackling with frost.
She remembered very little after that, just pain, and cold. She wanted to let go, she wanted to stop her control, to drain him and cause him to stop, but she didn't. Even though her muscles screamed in agony as her clothes were thrown aside, she didn't stop him, she didn't let go of her control.
"Please Bobby, don't do this," she pleaded, as she lay bare in front of him, and he began to unfasten his pants, "No, Bobby, no!"
But he didn't stop, he drove right in, and Rouge writhed in pain on the bed, sheets rustling and the hinges creaking.
"Why aren't you letting go of your control Marie?" he taunted, "You could kill me right now! But you like this bitch! Don't you? Is this better then what you want your precious Logan to do?"
Rouge's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her stomach tied into knots. You can't kill him, she thought to herself, he can't control himself. You shouldn't have done this to him! Her brain screamed at her, you little tease, you enticed him into this! If only you had let him touch you once or twice, if only for a second.
Bobby smiled as he realized her inner turmoil. Now she knew; now she knew how hard it was for him to keep away from her. And she wasn't killing him.
"Please Bobby," Rouge cried one more time, her control slipping out through the edges of her mind, "Stop! I can't hold on to it much longer, you will die!"
But Bobby just laughed and put up more ice, he knew his limits.
Suddenly, Rouge let go, but nothing happened. She just began to get very cold. Soon, the world was spinning around her, and all she could feel was pain and a deep, bone chilling cold.
"No," she whispered one last time, before slipping into blackness. **************************
Rouge awoke later, her clothes still off. Her room was empty, and the clock read 4:00 am. She let out a muffled cry as she looked down at the bed; the sheets were covered with blood, as were her legs.
Rouge let out a sob and sunk down on the bed, wrapping the dry quilt around her, tears streaming down her cheeks.
You stupid girl, she thought to herself, how could you have let this happen? **********
a/n: ok, um review! Sorry it's so dark, I have a plan tho, don't worry!
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I want her. I want to feel her lips on mine, feel her smooth skin under my hands. I hate that bastard Logan! She obviously loves him, more then she loves me. I hated the way he looked at me that night in the kitchen.
****"Well, obviously it's not what I want it to be but." I trailed off, noticing the steely glint in his eye. His face tells me one thing, "You don't want to finish that sentence bub." I can practically see his claws fighting to get out.************
What gives him the right to me angry with me for wanting her? I know he wants her, I know he does. And then, there was the look in his eyes that night, when they invaded the school. I could tell he was helpless to leave her; he wouldn't leave her, even if it meant sacrificing precious knowledge of his past.
***** "Go on kid, I'll be fine!" he had said gruffly. "But we won't!" She yelled, her face betraying her fear. It wasn't enough to have me by her side; she wanted to have him too. To protect her, like only Logan could********
I don't know what I am doing anymore. After Jean.well.after Jean, was gone, Logan distanced himself. He is alright, I mean, he isn't off as bad as Scott, but still, he's different, and so is she. I don't know what happened, but I can see that something's different. That night in the tent, he didn't know it, but I was awake, I heard. Seeing Rouge, seeing Marie, made him tell Mystique to stop. I'm sure that's what happened! Mystique touched a nerve, and now, now Logan is looking at Rogue in whole different way.
I'm not going to take it anymore.
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A breeze rustled her hair from the open window, the night air spilling in. A creak of the opening door roused her from her dream, and she quickly slipped on the gloves from her bedside table.
"Logan?" She whispered into the darkness. He had come to her last night, seeking comfort; she had no reason to believe it wasn't him.
"Figures you'd think that," A different voice said, its tone cold.
"Bobby?" Rouge asked again, a question in her voice, "What are you doing here?"
Bobby slowly closed the door behind him, and walked up very close to Rouge.
"They say you can control it," he said sensually, blowing a cold jet of ice onto her bare shoulder, "And I figure, combined with my ice shield, your control should last for long enough."
"Bobby, stop it," Rouge said, backing away a little, "You are scaring me."
"Good," Bobby said darkly, grabbing her bare wrist.
In an instant Rouge focused all of her control on that area of her body. Her head screamed in pain as she desperately fought the draining that was sure to occur.
"Very good Rouge," Bobby said, letting go of her wrist, "I think we might be able to make this work."
Rouge's eyes widened as she slowly took in the look in Bobby's ice blue eyes. She managed to let out one strangled cry before Bobby kissed her roughly, throwing her down onto the bed, the air around him crackling with frost.
She remembered very little after that, just pain, and cold. She wanted to let go, she wanted to stop her control, to drain him and cause him to stop, but she didn't. Even though her muscles screamed in agony as her clothes were thrown aside, she didn't stop him, she didn't let go of her control.
"Please Bobby, don't do this," she pleaded, as she lay bare in front of him, and he began to unfasten his pants, "No, Bobby, no!"
But he didn't stop, he drove right in, and Rouge writhed in pain on the bed, sheets rustling and the hinges creaking.
"Why aren't you letting go of your control Marie?" he taunted, "You could kill me right now! But you like this bitch! Don't you? Is this better then what you want your precious Logan to do?"
Rouge's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her stomach tied into knots. You can't kill him, she thought to herself, he can't control himself. You shouldn't have done this to him! Her brain screamed at her, you little tease, you enticed him into this! If only you had let him touch you once or twice, if only for a second.
Bobby smiled as he realized her inner turmoil. Now she knew; now she knew how hard it was for him to keep away from her. And she wasn't killing him.
"Please Bobby," Rouge cried one more time, her control slipping out through the edges of her mind, "Stop! I can't hold on to it much longer, you will die!"
But Bobby just laughed and put up more ice, he knew his limits.
Suddenly, Rouge let go, but nothing happened. She just began to get very cold. Soon, the world was spinning around her, and all she could feel was pain and a deep, bone chilling cold.
"No," she whispered one last time, before slipping into blackness. **************************
Rouge awoke later, her clothes still off. Her room was empty, and the clock read 4:00 am. She let out a muffled cry as she looked down at the bed; the sheets were covered with blood, as were her legs.
Rouge let out a sob and sunk down on the bed, wrapping the dry quilt around her, tears streaming down her cheeks.
You stupid girl, she thought to herself, how could you have let this happen? **********
a/n: ok, um review! Sorry it's so dark, I have a plan tho, don't worry!
