"I won't tell Bobby." John commented with a sour face once they had managed to finally stop making-out, and were just sitting in each other's presence. Rogue sitting on the bed and John on the floor.

"Tell him what?" Rogue raised her eyebrow at him as she laid down on her stomach, looking over the side of the bed at him.

She hadn't processed a single thought since they had started kissing each other. She was just far too caught up in the excellence of John and his kisses to think about anything, or anyone, else. Even though their lips hadn't touched in over ten minutes she could still feel his heated kisses on her hips and his smoky taste in her mouth. It made her mouth dry for more just thinking about it.

"Our little episode." He grunted, scratching his head.

"Well, duh." She laughed, and extended her gloved down at him. Her fingers glazed over his cheek softly. "I'm telling him."

"Why?!" John pulled away from her touch abruptly.

"I can't pretend I'm happy with him. I certainly can't kiss him with the intensity we had going on a minute ago. I don't want to anyway." She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at him.

John blinked at her confusedly. She was giving up her perfectly stable relationship with Bobby for a few kisses?

"I never asked you to be my girlfriend." He stood from the floor.

"So?" She pushed up onto her knees.

"I never said I was gonna." He stretched his arms above his head, flexing his muscles for Rogue's amazement.

"So, what're you saying?" Her temperature started to rise. Had she gone and made a complete fool of herself for nothing? Did she just say she was giving up every girl's dream boy for the player? Hell. "That you don't want me to leave Bobby? That it just end here?"

"I was interested before Bobby got you." He shrugged.

"I was waiting on you! If you had just, you know, shown somewhat more interest I would have been more than willing to comply." She was now standing next to the bed, facing him on the other side.

John just rolled his eyes and scratched his head again. He didn't know what to say. He was more than thrilled that she had shown up. But what now? Take her from Bobby? As much as he wanted too, there was no sport in it. He needed to sweep her off her feet, not just steal her. That way Bobby couldn't just play the nice reliable guy and win her back, the won the he would screw up. Cause knowing himself, there would be those times.

"It was just a game to you wasn't it?!" She rounded the bed to stand next to him. Her previously happy glinted eyes, were sharp and ready to strike.

John stayed silent. Which only stirred her up more.

"You sure as hell, better not tell Bobby! This was just a mistake that won't happen again!" She marched out the door, slamming it behind her.

Hopefully she didn't run into any for a few minutes. Otherwise, by her attitude and appearance they would know what had happened.

John stared at the door. It hadn't been a game before. But it was now. He was going to win her heart and keep it. Still, she was going to be mad at him for a few days…

"Damn it." He grumbled and returned to his window.

xx

"I couldn't find you at all yesterday." Bobby wrapped his arms around Rogue when he saw her at breakfast. John standing behind him with a pop-tart hanging out of his mouth and a glass of milk in his hand, waiting impatiently for him to go on to the table.

"Sorry, I just had to cool off." Her eyes shot over to John's over Bobby's shoulder. "I may be a mutant but I can only take oh so much taunting and ridicule before I need to just---snap."

Bobby released her and let her go get her breakfast. When she got to the table, he scooted his chair closer to hers, while John sat in his normal seat across from her. Too lost in his stupid damn pop-tart to even notice her.

Damn him. It'd all been a game. She was smarter than that! So, if she knew it was just a one time thing, why did she still want to kiss him so much? Why did she feel so cold…wait…that was Bobby. His hand was anchored onto her gloved one as he munched at his biscuit.

As Bobby rattled on she couldn't stop her eyes from drifting over to John. How is it that it seems John gets better looking everyday? Now with the memory of his kisses standing in the front of her mind, it was going to be impossible for her to not look at him. Not think of him when she was talking to Bobby. Not to picture his smiling face after she had kissed him. Not to dream about his kisses and the feelings they gave her.

The dryness came back to her mouth. The faint taste of smoke and the feel of fire rising in her blood. In attempt to relieve the burning in her throat, she downed her milk. It helped slightly, but just being in his presence made her crazy.

Was he doing it on purpose? Taunting her in those mean ways?

There were traces of pop-tart crumbs on the corner of his mouth. As if he was inviting her to openly get remove them for him.

"I'm going to head upstairs and change for class. I'll see you there?" Bobby asked as he pushed away from the table. "John, take care of her. That doesn't involve talking to her so…Don't-say-anything." Bobby's eyes narrowed as John rolled his eyes and nodded.

Bobby kissed her head then retreated back to the dorms. Leaving Rogue with her wild thoughts and John grumbling about stupid orders.

"Well, I'm going to change too. So, I'll see you later." Rogue jumped up from the table. She couldn't do it. She couldn't sit here and pretend it didn't hurt her. The pain of rejection was just far too much.

John didn't say anything. Instead he followed her motion. All of them. Dumping her tray, putting their dishes away, and leaving the dining area. He did so quietly too. Until they were walking down the hallway and she turned and started yelling at him.

"What's your problem?! I can walk back to my dorm by-my-self!" She whispered with a hiss.

John just shrugged his shoulders and stayed put.

"So now you're not talking either? That's just rich." She growled and turned around to begin marching away from him. Only he started following her again. She wasn't turning again though, she knew he wouldn't respond. He was being a stubborn mule---ass.

A small laugh escaped her mouth and a smile washed over her face. It was the first time today she had thought of him and smiled.

Her grinning and walking was brought to a sudden stop as she was jerked backwards. She followed the pull and stumbled backwards into, what she assumed to be, a dark closet. Before she could blink she heard a click and a flame appeared in front of her. Being held in a very familiar hand.

She blinked at the small flame for a few seconds, then finally up to its igniter.

"What John?" Her voice cracked.

He only smiled in reply, quickly extinguishing the small flame in his hand, leaving Rogue once again, blind.

"Jo-" before she could finish her word, John's hands grasped her shoulder's and pulled her closer. His lips laying claim to hers with aggression.

She wasn't arguing. If he needed to give out kisses, she was sure as hell going to receive them.

She wrapped her gloved arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much passion as she could muster. His heat began radiating through her again. As his fingers brushed over the exposed skin of her neck, they left trails of fire, or the feeling of it at least.

John grinned into the kiss. He knew what was happening. He could feel it all too. Slowly, Rogue was pulling his power away, he felt the slow drain. It was just faint over her kiss though. He found it amazing he was feeling anything aside from it. For the kiss itself, was amazing.

His arms wrapped around her waist and rested on the small of her back, pushing her closer to him.

Suddenly Rogue pulled away. Startling herself and John.

"What're we doing?" She asked, trying to regain her breath.

John didn't answer, he just pulled her into another kiss. One that took all her effort to shove away from.

"John! Answer me!" She demanded.

She heard the small click again. John had his Zippo out and was using the fire to write something.

Bobby said I can't talk to you.

Rogue's mouth gapped open at what he had wrote in the air. That's why he wasn't answering her?!

She laughed and latched her arms around his neck again. There it all was again. Proof her powers had fully kicked in. The smoky taste in her mouth, the fire in her veins, the heat all through-out her body. Damn, sometimes she hated this mutation.

"John--mmm-we have to get to--class." She spoke between kisses. She didn't want to go, but she was putting it out there that they had too.

His response was a low growl of displeasure. Rogue couldn't help but laugh at it. She kissed him again, then decided he needed to rest a bit.

"John," She put her hand out to find him in the darkness.

She did find him. Her hand landed on his chest. She took in a quick breath when she felt his heartbeat. It pounded against his chest and her hand like a drum. Thank God, they were in the dark, because her cheeks had heated up to a deep red color.

"Hm?" He breathed.

"I-"

"Don't." John didn't know where she was going, but if she was going to say three words that began with 'I' he couldn't hear it.

"What? I was going to ask-never mind."

"Rogue, can I?" His breath was in her ear, whispering huskily.

Bum-bum! Well, there you have it. What does John want?! LOL I think we might all know, then again, I am a trickster.

RAWR