Homework


Summary: Bobby's got some homework to finish. Fluffy post-X3 Bobby/Rogue one-shot.
Timeline: A few years after X3
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
A/N: Written for the prompt 'homework'. I just wanted to give these kids some happiness!


Bobby groaned loudly, slumping over and letting his head rest on the mess of papers on his desk.

"Somethin' wrong, sugah?"

He looked up at the sound of that very welcome voice and smiled gratefully at Rogue as she walked in with the fingers of one hand looped around the handles of two steaming mugs, shutting the door behind her with the other hand.

"I hate homework," he told her, taking the proffered mug as she perched on the edge of his desk.

She raised an eyebrow at him, amusement evident on her face even as she sipped her tea. "Y'know, you wouldn't have so much to do if you didn't set pop quizzes every week."

Trying to suppress his smile, he pointed his coffee mug at her and shook his head. "So not the point." He took a sip before continuing. "The point is that I hate homework."

"Time for a break, then?" she suggested, her voice taking on a definite sultry quality as she took his mug and set both of them behind her.

"Yes," he answered firmly, pulling his fiancée onto his lap. "Definitely."

The first touch of her lips on his was soft, infinitely gentle, and he could feel the curve of her smile just before she kissed him properly. As his hand slipped just under the hem of her shirt, he silently thanked Emma Frost for the thousandth time for helping Rogue get control over her powers after the Cure wore off. Nowadays she barely had to concentrate to keep her skin from activating, though she still wore her gloves in public in case of accidental brushes.

His fingers glided over her skin, slowly feathering up her spine, and she pulled from his mouth to draw a shaky breath, eyes still closed. Bobby moved forward to capture her lips once more and she raised her hands to cup his jaw. The metal of her engagement ring was cool against his cheek, a contrast from the silky material of her gloves and the warmth of her mouth.

After what felt like an age, she pulled away and attempted to get up. Bobby tightened his hold on her and pretended to pout.

"Come on, sugah," she laughed, slowly extricating herself from his grip. "Break's over." Standing up, she straightened her shirt and gathered her mug. "You've got homework to do."

And with that, she sauntered out.

Fin