This is the final chapter of this story, but there are plenty of Rogue/Angel fics on our profile, and plenty more coming too. And the beautiful Rogue/Angel babies can come all they want in your head, but if you must know, in this fic, they do have children in the future, I'm just not writing it. R and R.
Finding Home
Rogue woke up. It was clearly the middle of the night. Darkness covered the bedroom, except for the small light cast by the moon. A full moon. A new moon.
"Can't sleep?" he asked, rubbing her bare back comfortingly.
"I'm not tired," she said, "My brain is doing a lot of thinking."
"About?" he asked.
"You. What's happening. This."
"And?" he asked.
"All my life I've never really felt at home. Safe. Except and your arms."
Warren sat up and pulled his arms around her.
"And I'm not sure I want to leave it again," she said, looking at him.
"Then don't," he whispered, "Don't leave me."
"Just wanted to make sure it was an option," Rogue said, leaning against him.
"The two of us, together, that's always an option. My favorite option."
"Warren, I'm sorry I left."
"I'm not," he said, "Because if you hadn't, maybe you would have slipped away from me from other reasons, and now I wouldn't have you in my arms."
"You were the best part of my life then. You are now."
"Love doesn't die," he said, kissing her neck.
"Neither does trust and I trust you to keep me safe."
"That I promise," he murmured, "That I promise."