It was just as silly looking and lame as two five year olds playing at their first kiss. A quick, awkward touch of lips that caused them both to blush. It was strange for the pair of them; Claire being the new girl, but none-the-less the head cheerleader, if Xavier's had a Pep Squad, and Rogue, the loner.

So the Untouchable One gave a kiss to the Girl Everyone Wanted a Piece of. It felt good. Real good.

Rogue took the blonde's head in her own gloved ones and drew it closer, pressing her lips to Claire's glossy ones. This kiss was deeper. This kiss was more intense. This kiss activated powers.

Rogue could feel her mind fill with all of Claire's sadness and despair. She could feel herself get stronger, become a self shielded superwoman.

Claire could feel Rogue take away her sadness and despair. But she could feel the thrill of being sipped dry and refilling like a bottomless glass of soda.

Claire held the other girl's shoulders and sighed into the continuing kiss.