Day #1: Smile

It's been two weeks since Rogue got off the couch. Two weeks since they've done anything and two weeks since hey went on that mission. Two weeks Rogue has been sleeping and living on that couch. Two weeks since he's moved and two weeks since he's smiled.

"Rogue." Sting tried everyday to get his handsome dragon boy off that couch. If it wasn't for Rogue's cute face, he probably would've succeeded. That's because every time Sting pulled on Rogue's arms or legs, Rogue would whine. That meant Sting was left kissing him and letting him go back to sleep.

Sting made meals, cleaned, kissed, and took care of everything for Rogue, since he still wouldn't reveal why he was so depressed.

"Rogue." 7:45 A.M.

"Babe." 8:12 A.M.

"Rogue." 8:30 A.M.

"Honey." 9:30 A.M.

"Honey bunches of oats." 9:31 A.M.

"Rogue baby." 9:45 A.M.

"Love." A word usually used by Rogue, but was a special case around 12:00 noon. "Lover." Sting kicked Rogue's leg that was slipped out of the covers.

"Rogue, I'm serious," Sting stood on the coffee table ready to launch. "I'll jump on you and break your spine."

"Go ahead."

Weeks since Rogue has really talked and when he does, he consented to the breaking of his own back. So Sting went for it.

"Alright then." He launched and landed with both legs on either side of Rogue. And that meant his boney and muscled body crashed into Rogue's side.

"DAMN STING WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Don't give me that crap! You told me to go ahead and do it!" Sting fights back but couldn't take it too seriously with Rogue's obvious and cute cowlick. His bed head was something Sting would love waking up to every day.

Rogue turned so Sting was sitting on his lap while they fought on the couch. "I didn't think you would actually do it!"

Sting cuts the conversation there and starts a new one he'd much rather have. "What's going on with you?" Sting's usual laid back and happy attitude was replaced so Rogue could know just what he was doing to Sting.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Rogue falls on his back and covers himself with the blanket again.

Sting stays put but also adjusts himself so he was laying on Rogue's stomach. He let his head rest on Rogue's chest and listened to his steady heartbeat beat even faster. "Please Rogue..." Sting begged.

Rogue couldn't help himself. He wanted to kiss the blonde as soon as he heard that cute plea. Rogue peeked a look over at his bodacious blonde and melted.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Okay fine. I'll tell you."

Sting perks up and readies himself for listening.

"Okay. Um..." Rogue thinks for a moment. "Remember our last job? Two or so weeks ago?" Rogue sits himself up to hear and watch Sting's response.

Sting nods. "Yeah, why?"

Rogue blushes. "Well, remember when we went to the hot spring afterwards?" His face was slowly getting warmer by the second.

Sting's was too. "Y-Yeah... why...?"

Rogue gestures for Sting to come closer so he could whisper it into his ear. He whispered the last issue Sting thought would come to Rogue's mind.

"Oh, is that all?"

"Don't say it like that!" Rogue smacks Sting's face with a couch cushion and hid back under the blanket. "This is all your fault you jack-ass.!"

"Technically it's your body-"

"Shut up!"

Sting smiled at the shy boy hiding under the covers and tried to pull the blanket down. "Were you on this couch the whole time just so you wouldn't have to sleep next to me?" It seemed offensive but Sting thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"Not exactly..." Rogue trailed off. Once Sting grabbed a hold of the blanket, Rogue let it fall and revealed his perfectly cute blushing face. He covers his face with his hands and talks through them. "I can't control myself if we're alone together. I've been trying to figure out a way to act normally since then, and here you come and now you're on top of me... Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

Sting thought, "Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you're doing to me right now?"

Of course Rogue wouldn't, he was the one on the bottom. Sting could have gotten off, but both his body and mind wouldn't let him. So he chose to surrender his mind to the thoughts and gladly let them flow through his inappropriate brain.

"Hey Rogue." Sting gets his honey's attention with soft word spilling from equally soft lips. "You know you haven't smiled for two weeks. That's like two years in dragon slayer time." His fake pouting never ceased to amaze Rogue.

Rogue sighed on the inside and loved on the outside.

He stretches his arms out to Sting and smiles with all the love in the world. Sting could swear that sparkles and glitter surrounded his love. THAT'S what Rogue's smile did to him.

"I love you, Sting."

The blushing blonde choked before being enveloped by his lover's arms. "I love you too my honey bunches of emo oats!"

He just ~LOVED~ that smile.