Hello, folks. Another Rogue and Warren fanfic to add to the pack. This one pretty much follows RIGHT after the third movie, with no changes what so ever. I do not own these characters (wish I did). Review, Review, Review.

"Sorry," Warren apologized for the millionth time, as he accidentally brushed Marie's hand.

Marie smiled, "Are you always this nervous on first dates?"

"You noticed?" Warren muttered nervously. "Well, yeah. Pretty much."

"Well don't be," Marie grinned soothingly, "Just be yourself."

"I'm normally like this. Sorry if it's not what you were expecting-"

"You're adorable. So just sit back and breathe. And stop apologizing," Marie said, "Just enjoy yourself, have fun."

"I am. A lot of fun," Warren blushed, "But my last relationship didn't go so well. I didn't move fast enough for Betsey. I wouldn't go as far as she wanted…"

"I'm not going to pressure you into anything," Marie promised. "I had a bad last relationship too. He ended up cheating on me, with my best friend. I think I win."

Warren nodded, "I'd never cheat on you."

Marie laughed. "You're cute."

"You're beautiful," Warren whispered, instantly blushing. Marie smiled, again.

"See, it's not so hard," Marie said, "You're easily charming."

Warren shifted uncomfortably in the booth. Marie sighed, "Sorry. I didn't factor your wings in when I picked this restaurant-"

"It's alright," Warren assured.

"We could go somewhere else. The food still hasn't come," Marie said.

"I'm okay, I swear," Warren said, "No big deal."

"But it is!" Marie exclaimed, "I hate that you're not comfortable. Maybe we could move to a table…I'll ask a waitress…" Marie stopped as she noticed warren starring straight at her. "What?"

"You're gorgeous, smart and caring. Why would a guy ever cheat on you?" Warren asked.

"Because he couldn't have sex with me," Marie said bluntly.

"But just to be with you, here, in this moment. It's perfect," Warren said.

"I'm not arguing," Marie said. She hardly noticed how far across the table they were leaning, their lips only inches apart, their eyes distracted in each other. Warren closed the gap and captured Marie's lips gently with his.

She waited for him to pull back, in immense pain, and tell her he was lying, that he could never be with somebody he couldn't touch. That he didn't want her. She waited for him to run away from her, and never turn back. But nothing happened. Their lips simply kept a simple, slow rhythm, until at last, they parted.

"Perfect," Warren whispered.

Marie nodded, "Extremely. Again?" Warren half-smiled and leaned forward.