She sat at the bar. She stared deeply into her empty shot glass. How pathetic was she? Not only was she a coward but a liar as well. Pathetic to the max. Today was her eighteenth birthday. She'd been so excited she'd packed a bag, gave a hearty farewell and was fully intent on returning home. Five minutes into the trip she'd realised she couldn't do it. So she'd drove and drove and eventually ended up here in Vegas. On her birthday. Alone. She was too scared to go back and face the pity and the 'I told you so,' faces. She couldn't go home and see the disgust from her father and the fear from her mother. So here she was. How fucking brilliant! She sighed picked up her glass and slammed it on the table. The bartender grunted and topped her up. She smiled and downed the shot in one gulp.
'Easy tiger. Ya don't want to kill your poor liver.'
Rogue groaned and leaned forward, causing her forehead to collide with the counter.
'Fuffengate.'
'Sorry Roguey, didn't catch that?'
She lifted her head and glared at him.
'Fuckin' great!'
She gripped the counter as her head started to pound. Pyro smirked. She frowned noticing he was leaning against the counter. He stood unsteadily.
'Your drunk!' she giggled.
'Am not!'
She leaned forward to push him but tipped backwards. She closed her eyes expecting to fall but instead someone caught her. She looked up and her smile grew.
'Hey Petey.'
'Careful, любимая.'
He pushed her up and set her back down on her stool. Then he and Pyro took a seat on either side of her.
'Isn't it your birthday?' muttered Pyro.
'Mm.' She grunted.
'Why you all alone?'
'Cause Ah got no one in this world. I'm a Rogue.'
'You got me.'
'Вы имеете меня'
She smiled, feeling her eyes mist over. She wiped them quickly and slapped the counter.
'Barkeep, five more shots.'
The bartender glared at her and set five more down. Pyro shook his head.
'No, thanks I'll stick to beer.'
Peter nodded.
'Same here.'
Rogue smiled and licked her lips.
'Well then, you boys are about to see something special.'
-xXx-
'Miss? Miss?'
Rogue opened one eye. She looked around. In front of her stood a man with long black clothing. There were chairs around her and she seemed to be laying on some wooden thing. She heaved herself up. Next to her lay John, curled up, with a smile on his face.
Then the memories came back. The bar, the alter, the pact, the wedding. Dreading her next action Rogue looked at her third finger. There was a silver ring. She glanced at Pete's finger. Empty. No, no,no! She bent down and uncovered Pyro's hand. There it was, an identical silver ring.
'Holy shit!'
'Excuse me, miss.'
She looked at the man in black. He was a priest.
'Yes?'
'You've been here three hours and we need to use the chapel for other's…'
'Did me and him…did we?'
'Your husband?'
'NO!'
'Shut-up, trying to sleep.' Mumbled Pyro.
Rogue glared at him then rammed her foot in his stomach. He cried out in pain and promptly jumped up. He opened his mouth but she held a hand up. They were making a scene and had to leave. She nodded at Peter, who was still snoring. He sighed and helped her heave the Russian up. It took a lot of effort but they managed to drag him out of the chapel.
'Now what?'
'Let's get him in his room.'
'And then?'
'Then I'm going to skin you alive.'
'Sounds like fun.'
He started to smirk but she growled a growl worthy of the Wolverine causing the smirk to be wiped from his face. They stood in silence in the elevator. Finally they reached the room. Pyro took out the card key and slid it in the slot. Together they heaved Peter and plopped him on the bed. Rogue sighed taking a moment to compose herself. Then she grabbed Pyro by his wrist and pulled him outside the room. She closed the door softly and beckoned him to follow her. They reached her room. She slid her card key in and pulled him in. She slammed the door behind her then turned to glare at him.
'How do you want to do this?'
'Do what?'
'Divorce, annulment, you know?'
'Whoa, hold on baby. What's the rush?'
'What's the rush? This is serious John. We can't be married!'
'Says who?'
'Says me! I don't want it to be like this.'
'What? Your not making any sense.'
'Me, getting married. I mean I can't even remember my own wedding. We have to end this.'
'Why?'
'YOUR NOT LISTENING!'
She launched forward and pushed him. He growled and pushed her back. Her balance was unsteady and they fell backwards. He took both her arms and pinned them down.
'Hey, listen to me.'
'John…'
'Listen! I don't know why but at some point before I passed out I realised what was happening. And you know what?'
'What?'
'I was a little happy.'
She bit her lip and looked away. Suddenly she felt his lips against hers. It was brief and she barely had time to register what had happened.
'Wait here!' he mumbled.
Without another word he stood up and walked out of the room. She lay on the floor, hands still on either side of her head. While lying there she felt memories wave in and out of her. Married? Her? That's one thing she'd never expected. Not with her poisonous skin. Was this a good thing or a bad thing? OK, good side...marriage equals dream come true. Bad side... she didn't remember her own wedding, she was still untouchable and her *gulp* husband was John fucking Allerdyce. Shit! She was now Mrs Allerdyce. Mrs Allerdyce. Mrs. Aller. Dyce. Cute. No, no, no! Oh God! What was she thinking? That's the problem, she never thought. She was too reckless and stupid. Why did they even let her out? Well, safe to say Logan would never let her out again. She groaned as the door opened and closed. Suddenly his face loomed over her.
'You okay?'
She raised an eyebrow at him. He lowered himself so that his face was near, too near, to her.
'If you don't want this just tell me. I'm not forcing you to stay married to me.'
She bit her lip and looked away. Was this that bad?
'I want to stay married. For now at least.'
His usual smirked returned and he pulled her up. She noticed he had some things in his hand.
'Here, put these on.'
'What for?'
'I'm giving you a proper wedding night.'
'What is this?'
'A bodysuit. Full bodysuit. And some gloves. And scarves.'
She raised an eyebrow.
'Scarves?'
He sighed and lightly shoved her towards the bathroom.
'Just put it on.'
She shrugged and headed into the bathroom. Come on girl, be charming. She smiled a seductive smile and poked her head out.
'You coming, Sugah?'
'What?'
'You coming? You can watch me undress. Come on. You know you want to...'
He smirked, shaking his head.
They lay together, arms wrapped around each other, about an hour later. She shook slightly, still tired from the 'session'. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing but at this moment she didn't care.
'Well?' he breathed.
'Your a genius.'
-xXx-
A/N: yeah so... review? Sorry but the 'session' was edited out. It wasn't clicking with the story.
