"Bobby, I…"

A/N: So I've always wanted to do a sequel of sorts to Xmen 3, and here it is. I hope you like it, and review if you do.

Disclaimer: I do not own Xmen, it belongs to Marvel and all the other people that have worked on it.

"Bobby, I…"

She what, Rogue wondered as Bobby began kissing down her jaw toward where her shirt opened. She moaned, letting her head fall back and trying to lose herself in his kisses. After all, this should be all she wanted. It had been a long time since she had been able to lose herself in a kiss. Being untouchable was hard to live with, and she had had first hand experience. Her current boyfriend, Bobby, had been more than patient with her, and she was able to forgive his less-than-subtle flirting with Kitty because at the end of the day, he wanted her, and she wanted him. And for her, that was a rare find.

Then they had created "the cure". It had been months since its discovery, and the loss of the Professor, and Scott, and many others… Yet she was happy. With her powers gone, she was finally able to reward Bobby for all his patience and yet….something felt wrong.

"Please, just wait." She breathed as his tongue ran over her collar bone. He tried to stifle a sigh, though it escaped as more of a strangled gasp as he pulled away.

"Marie, I thought…Isn't this what you've wanted?" He asked. He was confused, and she had to admit, he looked so darn cute when he was confused, and it almost made her forget her nervousness. Almost.

"It is. I do want this but…maybe we should wait a little longer. I mean, I know you've waited for a long time, and so have I, but these last few months, of just kissing and touching have been more than I thought I could ever have again." Oh no, she already could see a sort of wall going up behind his eyes and a frown creasing his face. "Besides," She scrambled for a joke to make him happier, "If Logan smells you on me, he'll flip. You know that." She giggled, but he just moved off of her.

Her smile faded. "Bobby…"

He looked back up at her, and he was smiling kindly as he took her hands in his. "Its okay, isn't it? I think I understand how you feel. I've waited this long, I can wait a little longer, right?"

Her heart swelled and her smile returned. She just stared at him, feeling his hand on her bare one, and then she pushed her apprehension away just as she proceeded to push him back down onto the bed.

His eyes widened. "But Marie…"

She put a finger over his lips. "Shh….just let me do this, okay?" She straddle him and in one swift motion pulled her shirt over her head. He reached up to pull her down to him. He kissed her long and deeply, and when she took a breath, her lips tingling with the cold of it. She kissed him back with a fierceness of her own that rivaled his. Her hands, once cursed to hurt those she cared for, found themselves fumbling with his shirt. He tugged it off, and she watched in fascination as her fingers splayed themselves over his muscled chest.

He reached to unclasp her bra, and she guided his hands to it. Then he froze, and it had nothing to do with ice. She was so deep into the kiss she didn't notice the veins beneath his skin expanding and pulling to the surface. She didn't notice his strangled gasps as she kissed her way to his navel. What she did notice was that her kisses were leaving an icy trail.

She looked up. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. She screamed.