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A/N: Enjoy! I know I did writing it (cough) after the writer's block!

What the hell?

Ch. 4

Safe Haven

While John watched Rogue walk away, he thought, 'I'm not weird, just crazy for you.'

He glanced at the lighter in his hand and smirked, "Like I wouldn't notice". John got off the bench and gripped his lighter tight before he sauntered back towards the mansion.

As John walked through the halls he heard clicking. The clicks weren't from him. Click-click-click 'God damn that is annoying,' John thought, as he was trying to find out who and where it was coming from. He followed the sound to the game room, which inhabited Rogue, Jubilee, Kitty, Piotr, and a few other students. Bobby stood in the middle of the room. John watched from afar as he was leaning on the door frame. He couldn't help but grin.

Bobby had one of John's spare silver lighters in his hand.

'He's doing a pretty good job,' John noted.

Watching his roommate flick the lighter was priceless. No one noticed the pyromaniac. 'What better way to make your entrance by doing what you do best... showing off.'

Bobby ignited the lighter. John decided that this was the perfect opportunity to interrupt. He commanded the flames come to his hand. As everyone in the room turned around John grinned as he made his way to the center of the room, "The one little thing you can't mimic me on."

"So what did you think, John?" Bobby asked.

He patted Bobby on the shoulder, "You might want to stick to being yourself."

John left the game room smug... what was the fun of telling the truth even if Bobby hit his personality and habits exactly on the head.

Bobby turned around to the audience, "Was I that bad?"

Rogue ran out of the room to catch up to John. "Hey John wait up! What are you doing later tonight?"

"Nothing," he replied.

"Good, don't make plans because you are busy as of now."

"Wha-" John didn't get to finish his sentence because Rogue was gone in a flash. Leaving him there to ponder.

It was 10 o'clock at night and yes, John was still pondering. It bugged him practically all day.

He was in his room alone sitting on the bed slowly rolling his shark lighter through each finger and then Rogue barged in.

"Don't you knock?" John asked, hinting at a certain incident.

"What's the point? It's not like I haven't seen something that I shouldn't have already."

Hook, line, and sinker... she took the bait. John grinned, "That's what happens when you don't knock."

Rogue crossed her arms, "When I came in that day you didn't complain or try to cover up. You stood there with your arms spread out asking if I liked what I saw!"

John jumped off the bed, "I knew it! You did like it. How come you didn't say anything when I asked that day?"

She didn't answer. She didn't want him to get excited but she damn well knew he was probably excited already.

Rogue grabbed his hand and pulled him to follow her.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

She smiled, "You will see soon enough."

Rogue was pulling John through every corner. Left, right, left, right... it seemed like a maze.

"Are we lost?" John asked.

Rogue grinned and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe we should ask for directions," John joked.

Rogue laughed.

"Why don't girls like asking for directions?" he asked, sarcastically.

Rogue punched him, "Shut up, John"

"Why do girls like punching me? Do I have 'punch bag' written on my forehead?"

"Maybe because you're an ass."

John stopped dead in his tracks. He was pretending to be surprised. "I'm an ass?"

Rogue was about to punch him again but this time John was ready and grabbed her arm before she hit him.

"You didn't get me that time so now you have to kiss me."

She wasn't surprised by his request. In fact she was waiting for him to come out and make a move. He kept to himself a lot but she liked that about him. He was sort of mysterious in a way, which made Rogue wonder who the real John Allerdyce is.

John let go of her arm as she fully turned to him. She raised her hands half way and his fingers intertwined with hers. The kiss was priceless. When they released she was starring at him. Rogue was speechless.

"So, umm where were we going?"

"Oh right," she grabbed his arm again. "It's just around the corner."

He gave her a look.

She gave him a half smile, "I promise... besides you need a good walk anyway."

John cocked his head, "What are you saying?"

Rogue grinned, "I think you know."

He snorted, "I'm as skinny as can be! And you say I'm the ass!"

"That's because you are."

John gave up, "No matter what... I'm not going to win am I?"

Rogue shook her head.

"Are we there yet?" John asked again. It was about the fifth time he asked but who's counting?

"Now we are," She said, pointing to a ladder.

"Where does that lead to?"

"The roof. I like to come here to be alone. No one else knows about it except for me, and now you."

"How did you find it?"

"I don't remember. I've been coming here for awhile to clear my head... well I try too. You talk a lot in my head more than anyone else in there!" She poked his chest, "More than you do."

John shrugged, "It seems when ever I talk people always want to kill me."

"That's because you're an ass! But I like ya anyway."

"What's with the name calling? I already know I'm an asshole!"

She shrugged and sighed, moving aside so he could climb first. "Asses go first", she announced, grinning.

Rogue shrugged, "What? Was it something I said?" She could be an ass too.

The sky was clear and filled with stars. The moon was full and bright as ever. Rogue was the first to sit down on the roof. John sat after.

"Excellent view," John remarked.

There was a light breeze. A strand of Rogue's hair was in her face. John moved it out of the way as he gently touched the side of her face. John was so deep with passion; Rogue had never ever seen this side of him. This was the John Allerdyce she was waiting for.

She leaned in closer and kissed him. When they took a breather, John lay down on the roof. Rogue went on top, straddling him. She smiled, "Are you ready for more?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

They were on the roof for about two hours making out and talking about random things.

Eventually John drifted off to sleep. Rogue had her arm over his stomach, and her head was lying on his chest. Her arm rose and fell with his each breath. She liked listening to his relaxed and steady heart beat.

He was dreaming again.

A/N: Thanks you NY GE Pyromaniac for buggin' me about this story. I was able to push myself to finish the chapter!