AN- Okay, remember what I said about horrorshow dream sequences? That's next chapter. This is just Saturday. Sorry it's so short.
Friday faded into Saturday, though it was technically Saturday long before Rogue and her mental passenger made it to sleep. She'd had pleasant dreams, dreams of normality, of just hanging out with Pietro and watching TV, playing board games, that sort of thing.
"That's not a word!" Pietro protested.
"Is too!"
"Is not! Hey, do you have a "U"?"
"I'm not tellin'!" Pietro grabbed her letter tray, spilling most of the letters all over the place.
"S, S, M, L, P, X and… hey, here's a U!"
"Give me my U back!" Rogue shouted, trying to wrestle the tiny wood square out of his fingers, but to no avail. "I need that to make slump!"
"Nope, sorry, it's going to a nobler cause!"
Even though the entire board was messed up, with eleven swift clicks he'd made his word.
"HOW CAN YOU HAVE ELEVEN LETTERS?!" Rogue shouted.
"I've been saving them for this moment. Let's see, triple word score, used up all my letters, that's twenty, bonus for using one of yours, so, I've made Quicksilver for 293 points. I win!"
"Oh, that's it!" Rogue said, and pounced on him. "You can't save letters in scrabble!"
"We're playing by the Canadian rules," he protested as she tackled him.
"There are no Canadian rules!" she retorted, trying to mess up his hair.
"Sure there are, just as Logan! Not the hair!!" he tipped her over so that he had her pinned down. "Ha ha! The tables have turned! Now admit defeat!"
"Never!" Rogue replied, trying to maintain a serious tone even though both of them were laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe.
"Then you leave me no choice!" He hiked her gauze shirt up and raspberried her stomach. She shrieked and laughed harder as the scrabble game turned into a full on tickling battle, which she was losing.
"No fair, you're not as ticklish as me!"
"Say 'you drive me mad with desire' and I'll stop."
"Not a chance!"
"Then suffer!" he redoubled his tickling efforts. Rogue swatted at his hands and tried to get away, but he maintained the upper hand.
"Come on, say it! Saaaaay it!"
"Okay okay okay!" Rogue cried, and Pietro paused. Rogue took a breath, smiled and said, "Pietro…"
"I'm listening."
"I drive you mad with desire," she said, smirking. He flashed her a brilliant smile.
"Well I knew that, stripes."
She held her breath as he leaned down closer, his face approaching hers…
And because irony is the strongest force in the universe, Rogue woke up as Kurt teleported right onto her stomach.
"Hi Schwester!"
Rogue groaned.
Damn it! Pietro's voice sulked in her head. It was just getting good too!
Tell me about it.
"Good mornin' Kurt."
"It's 5:30. It's time for dinner."
Time for me to strangle you, you freaky little elf with NO SENSE OF TIMING! Pietro growled.
Be nice, that's my brother you're talkin' about! Rogue got out of bed and let Kurt teleport her to the table, still in pajamas and bare feet, earning chuckles from all her teammates.
"Good morning, Rogue," the Professor said. Kitty giggled.
"For someone with a speed demon in her brain you like, sure took your time."
"Har har. I had a bad night," Rogue replied. Evan scowled around his mouthful of fettucine.
"Is Maximoff bothering you?"
Oh go to hell, Daniels, you calcified freak!
"Not really," Rogue smirked, "I just had too much caffeine before bed last night. So I was up late getting it out of my system."
"Okay," Evan said, swallowing. "But if he is-"
"I can handle it, Evan, thanks," Rogue said, digging into her plate. "Hey Logan?"
"What?"
"Are there Canadian rules for scrabble?"
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. And I live here."
"That's what I thought."
Um…okay… I meant the European rules?
Nice try, Quickie. Shut up and let me eat.