Final Touch

This time, she accepted her lot, accepted that she was the Rogue and ain't nothing going to change that. She kissed him and held on and let the knowledge of who he was stay under his own skin. She didn't absorb him.

When he released her, she could see the questions burning in his eyes, and it was finally time to lay down her cards and tell him that all those times they'd touched, not touched, almost touched...

"Y' don't know de first t'ing about me, petite."

"Ah know."

She had to not want in order to have.