Chapter Two: Remember Remember
Once the two had pulled away, Rogue kept close, her hands lighting gently on his breasts. "Still touching," she mumbled to herself.
He cocked an eyebrow, "Beg your pardon?"
Rogue smiled, "Nothing. Just nothing." He nodded, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.
"I'm Rogue, by the way," she blushed.
He smiled, "Warren."
"You're Warren Worthington the third? So you're the fella whose dad is trying to 'fix' all of us."
"He is trying," Warren sighed, "Though there's really nothing to fix."
The two stood in silence for a moment, gazing into each others eyes, newly dazed by the feeling they both were getting. Then it was all ruined.
"Rogue?" Bobby called, as he headed across the roof. Rogue dropped her hands to her sides, and took a deep breath. "What the hell are you doing up here? You know how long it took me to get up here. My ice was melting as quick as could be, and it was making for a bad staircase."
"Why didn't you get Kitty to help?" Rogue growled, "I'm sure she can cool you down."
Bobby tried to lie. He really did. Rogue could at least give him credit for his skills. "What the hell? Me and Pryde?"
"Pryde and I," Warren corrected. Bobby caste a furious glance in his direction.
"What the hell were you doing up here with him, huh?" Bobby growled, glaring at Warren.
"Definitely not what you and Kitty were just doing," Rogue retorted, "I'm not that much of a bitch."
"I have no clue what you're talking about!" Bobby muttered.
"Really?" Rogue shot back, "I'm sure the vision of Kitty on top of you is pretty jammed in your memory. I know it's jammed in mine, and I just can't wait to get it out."
Bobby scoffed, "Again. I don't know what you're saying."
"Maybe Kitty should come up here and reenact it for you," Warren offered, "Then you might remember."
Bobby sped towards the other mutant and socked him right in the face, "Stay out of it bird-boy."
Rogue bent down to tend to Warren's bruise, already forming on his cheek.
"Don't help him!" Bobby snarled, grabbing Rogue arm and throwing her back. Rogue stumbled five feet back. And then she tripped off the roof.
