Hey, yeah to all of the Shakespeare fans out there! Yes, that quote is from "Julius Caesar". Mark Antony said it after he found Caesar's body, and as he was vowing revenge for his murder. It's a very cool part.
All right, you want another one?
"There are daggers in men's smiles." Name the play, get an A…or not…I don't know…
Here's a sequel to Strip Poker.
Additional Note: This was supposed to be a Christmas present to y'all, but I use AOL and was thus disconnected whenever I tried to access the page. So, Merry Belated Christmas.
And to all of those reading 'Those Who Need Protection': I'll have a new chapter out for you by New Years. ^.~
The music from a club was blasting down the frozen street, carried on the frigid wind that tore into the young girls face. She pressed the warm gloves to her cheeks in hopes it would warm her freezing skin. It only helped a little, but any relief from the cold was nice.
Rogue ducked behind an alleyway a few blocks from the club and leaned against a brick building. It provided no warmth, but blocked the oncoming wind and allowed her to readjust the scarf on her head. The chenille was all but frozen solid and clung to a few hairs on her head. In anger she threw the scarf against the building, breaking apart the ice crystals and allowing the fabric to go limp, as it should.
Proudly she wrapped the scarf around her cold head and turned to head back out to the streets. A quiet beeping from her pocket stopped her and she pulled out the pen-like communicator. Before the person could address her she pressed the talk button.
"What do ya want, Scott?"
"Cyclopes, Rogue. Cyclopes. There are reasons for the code names, remember?" She rolled her eyes and glared at the gold equipment in her hand, "Is there any activity in your area?"
"Not since your last "update" two minutes ago."
"Hey, lay off the attitude. We're messing with some master thieves here."
Rogue had to admit the situation called for some seriousness. In the past month there had been a rash or robberies within Bayville. It started off with petty stuff, but lately the mystery man, or men, (possibly even women….) had been getting into some heavy thievery. The bank had lost a couple thousand dollars within a night to the criminals.
"All right, I get it. Listen, I still remember how to work the communicator if there's trouble. The Professah didn't take away my memories…"
Scott laughed over the crackling reception, "Fine. Just be careful. Kurt's the closest in your area if you need any help. I'll check back in about ten minutes."
"Rodga'. Ova' an out." She saluted the communicator before she heard Scott groan through the speaker. It was much more fun teasing the uptight leader than being head over heels in love with him.
Rogue tucked the communicator back in her pocket and pulled up on her gloves. Since the personalities had been erased she had lost a lot of weight and her gloves kept slipping and bunching on her wrists. She smiled at the memory of another pair of gloves that refused to remain in place.
She trudged back into the streets keeping her eyes open for any unusual sites. Well, she was trying to keep her eyes open, but the wind blew bits of snow into her eyes making her all but blind. She raised a hand to her side to find the wall on her right and used it to guide her down the street. Her teeth began to chatter as she continued to breath in the freezing air. It continued down her throat and she swore she could feel it freezing her lungs.
The music was getting louder, and she could make out the neon lights through her squinting eyes. Deciding that she was going to die if she stayed on the sidewalk any longer she ducked into another alley and wrapped her arms around herself. The uniforms were supposed to keep out the weather, but from the numbness spreading throughout her body she was starting to guess that her suit's material was wearing thin.
She leaned against another building and looked up at the night sky. Through the dots of falling snow she could see the black night sky, devoid of a moon that night. Vapor flowed out of her mouth like smoke each time she exhaled. She brought up her hands to trap it and warm her face. The small bit of ice that had started to cover her nose slowly began to melt.
'Okay, Rogue, you've gotta keep movin'. Don't want to freeze, do ya?' she nodded to herself and began jumping up and down, kicking up the snow by her feet. The muscles in her legs started to heat up a bit. Liking the effects Rogue began to punch at the air in front of her. She kept it up for a few minutes letting feeling back into her freezing body.
It was only until she felt a presence by her that she stopped and looked to her right. She suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be covert.
The stranger beside her was all shadow except for the copper in its hair reflecting in the distant light from a street lamp. Its breath too was coming out in clouds of vapor, flying up in streams into the atmosphere.
"Uh…can I help ya?"
The figure remained quiet.
Rogue brought up her hands, widened her stance, and lowered her body. Her right hand was straight in front of her face while her left was clutched in a fist by her hip, slowly slipping into her pocket for her communicator. Before she could retrieve it the stranger was moving towards her. He, his bulky form gave away his gender, tried to tackle her, but she slipped to her left and dodged his arms. He almost fell into the snow, but managed to catch himself and turn on his foot to face her. Once again she tried to pull out her communicator, and he tried once again to tackle her.
She stepped back until she could feel the wall against her back and waited until he was close enough. Rogue jumped up, kicked against the wall and flipped over his head. Unfortunately he caught on and reached up to grab her scarf. As he pulled down it tightened and brought Rogue down to the cold snow. Within seconds he was on top of her, pinning her down with his own body. She could feel a tickle by her pocket and saw him break the communicator with a snap of his free hand.
He slowly started removing the scarf from her neck. The stranger let the soft fabric dangle above her face before it started to glow. The Cheshire grin and the demonic red on black eyes that greeted her were somewhat of a surprise.
"Hello, ma cherie." He winked down at her.
"You again?"
His grin widened, "Remy dink you almost disappointed ta see 'im."
"Considerin' what position ya have me in…"
"Remy like it here just fine."
She rolled her eyes and brought up her legs. Rogue jerked them up into his stomach and kicked him off of her. The snow clung to her back and drenched her as it melted from her body heat. Irritated she brushed it off and wrapped her arms around her body while she watched the young man pick himself off from the ground and brush himself off.
"All right, what are ya doin' here?"
Remy pressed a gloved hand to his heart and pouted. His eyes glowed with mischief.
"Can' a homme do some late night shoppin'?"
Rogue raised an eyebrow and looked him over from head to toe. The trench coat she had seen him in before was replaced with a shorter leather coat. It was like one pilot's used to wear except without the fur lining. Underneath he was dressed all in black with some sort of utility belt around his waist. Missing from the picture was any sort of shopping bag.
"By shoppin' ya of course mean stealin'…"she sighed as he nodded, "So you are the one we've been out here trying to catch."
He held out his hands as if for her to handcuff him.
"If chere wants Remy, den who is he to protest."
Rogue rubbed her arms and began to approach him, "Looks like I've got to bring you in, Cajun."
He gazed at her confused, "Perdon mois, chere?"
"Ya stole. I have to bring ya in."
Remy took a step forward, crossing his arms over his chest. He stood a good six inches over her.
"What makes you dink Remy gonna let you?"
Rogue stepped up, leaving no space between them and raised herself on her tiptoes.
"What makes ya think ya have to let me?" Her threat was cut down a bit by a violent sneeze.
"Bless you."
"Thanks." Rogue turned away from him and rubbed her arms. She sneezed again before she felt the scarf being placed gently around neck. It was warm from his heated touch. His arms were soon wrapped around her adding warmth to her freezing skin.
"Cherie, how long you been out here waitin' fo Remy?"
"The whole team had been out for a few hours now. Thanks, by the way."
"Dey had you out here in yo' condition?"
She tried to turn to face him but he held her still. "How did you know?"
"Remy has been watchin' out fo you, chere. He saw what happened wit yo powers."
Rogue began to carefully remove her glove. She winced a bit at the cold air. In a flash she ducked down and let her hand hover by the exposed skin of his face.
"Then ya should know ta be careful around my bare skin." Within seconds he had struck out and had her back in his grasp. His warm breath was blowing on her cold cheek.
"Chere was much more agreeable last time we met."
"I've gathered a lot of anger since the last time we met."
"No need to be angry 'round ol' Remy."
Rogue rolled her eyes and laughed sarcastically. She looked up from the corners of her eyes to see his eyes peering down at her. She studied his face for a few quiet seconds, searching for something that suddenly irked her. Her gaze traced over the angular jawbone and high cheeks, the patch of hair below his chin and finally his eyes.
"Your eyes are different. Weren't they brown last time?"
His strong stance and cocky countenance wavered for a second before he released her and took a step back. Rogue wasted no time in breaking away from him and placing a few feet between herself and the thief.
Remy looked at her puzzled for a minute before he raised his gaze up to the sky. Snowflakes continued to fall, landing on his eyelashes. He seemed to forget all about her and Rogue contemplated screaming out for Kurt but something about this sudden sadness that surrounded the boy kept her from leaving.
"Dey tortured you, oui?" Rogue glared at him, knowing at once that he was referring to the men who had captured and experimented on her and the other mutants. She nodded. "Dat's what dey did to Remy too…when dey saw his eyes. Not d'government, but kids, teachers, everybody. Remy started usin' contacts, and it stopped." He motioned at his eyes and looked at her, he was smiling but it didn't come close to reaching his eyes, "You like de brown betta?"
Once again she rolled her eyes. Rogue stomped through the snow and placed her hands on her hips while glaring him down.
'What are ya tryin' to pull here, Cajun?" Remy stepped back, surprised by her sudden anger, " Ya fight me, confuse me, pour ya heart out to me." She poked him in the chest with her covered index finger, "Why don't we just fight this out and then I can drag you back to the institute and get out of this FREEZING SNOW!"
She was glad for the heat from her anger that brought feeling back into her cold body.
He smiled down at her. The little fits of anger amused him.
'You really cold, girl?" He smirked, looking her up and down. Taking in everything from the yellow boots, the tight black uniform, the green armor over her chest, the worn, tight, black uniform that was just thin enough that the tone of her pale skin shone through, her hair knotted from the wind with snow clinging to it reflecting the white bangs, the extremely tight, black uniform that showed all of her curves. The look wasn't lost on Rogue who also noticed the way he was slowly taking off his coat. Despite her strength of only a few seconds ago she stepped back when she saw him advancing and the look in his eyes.
"Stop that."
The coat slipped off his muscled arms that were defined by a tight thermal shirt.
'Stop what, Cherie?" His voice was deep, rumbling in his throat, almost a purr. Remy continued to advance on her until her back was against the wall and he was pressing against her. He rested his hand on her hip and leaned his arm against the wall on her left to block her. The headband around his forehead was the only barrier between them as he brought his forehead down to touch her's.
He looked into her eyes, daring her to refuse. His breath blew on her face again, giving her a taste of his warmth.
"Do you want it, Petite Belle?"
She swallowed, wishing she had Kitty's abilities and she could phase through the wall just to get away from all the warmth he was offering.
The same sensations she felt at the dance crept back to her. The fluttering in her stomach, a tickling that spread all over her body. Heat in her cheeks, bad thoughts running around in her mind. His body was pressed so close that it seemed a shame to waste it.
Disregarding her powers, believing for a few seconds that her mutation didn't exist and that if she decided to accept what this boy was giving that she wouldn't suck him dry and he wouldn't faint or end up unconscious, all he would do would be kiss her back. So she titled back her head, closed her trembling lips and reached out for him.
He smiled as her eyelids drooped. The pale, slightly blue lips were calling to him, but he wanted to cover more then just the lips. ' This will do for now', he thought to himself. His lips hovered above hers, wanting, yearning for the space in between them to close.
The entire team was on high alert. Rogue refused to, or couldn't, answer her communicator. Kurt was the closest to her last reported location so he bamfed over to where she had been in hopes he could find her.
In smoke he appeared in an alley. He held his blue hands up to his mouth,
"Rogue!" He looked all around but heard nothing. He stepped out onto the icy sidewalk, wincing as the snow beat at his face. "Rogue!" Kurt's heartbeat was racing; frightened that something may have happened to his sister.
The street was dark, whitened slightly by the snow falling rapidly from an orange sky. Parts of the road were lit up by Christmas lights in store windows and a few neon signs. He could peer easily into dark corners with his excellent night vision, but they were empty. He was about to call her again when a feminine figure started walking towards him.
She was gazing up at the sky, not paying attention to where he feet were headed. The look on her face was a cross between annoyance and contemplation. The white stripes in her hair danced in the wind, tossing it up and knotting it however it pleased.
As soon as he realized who it was he teleported over and wrapped his arms around her. Kurt had never realized how skinny she actually was until her held her in his arms. It seemed irrelevant right then, but he stored it away in his mind as something to yell at her for later on.
He finally pulled away when he had made certain she was real and held Rogue at arms length examining her for injuries. She was looking at him as if he were crazy.
"What's the matta', Kurt?"
Kurt gritted his teeth and placed his hands on his hips like his adopted mother in Germany used to do when she was lecturing him, "Vat's ze matter? You're ze matter! Vat have you been doing for ze past half an hour?! The team has been looking for you, zinking you were in some sort of trouble. I thought you vere dead!" He looked here strait in the eye, hopping for an apology, or explanation. What he got was a somewhat sad expression on her face. Not regretful look, but as if she had just had a very bad night. She finally made complete eye contact with him.
"I'm sorry, Kurt." She pulled something out of her coat pocket and dangled it in front of his face. It was her communicator bent in half, "I accidentally broke it."
Kurt sighed, bowing his head and thanking God that nothing had happened to her. He shook his head, chuckling as he started to lead her down the street, "Ve all thought something had happened to you."
The corners of her mouth lifted up a bit as they started to walk. "Like what? A handsome, rugged thief attacken me in a dark alley way, playin' with my emotions." Her gloved hands balled into fists at her sides, "Makin' me think he was gonna kiss me…urg."
The Nightcrawler lifted an eyebrow. Knowing the Rogue like he did, he knew it was best not to ask and just let things go. He looked her over once again, making sure she was in no way hurt. A new addition to her uniform caught his attention.
"Is zat a new coat?"
To his surprise her cheeks started to burn red.
"Yea."
"Vere did you get it? You veren't wearing it ven ve left."
Rogue bit her lip, seeming as if she were thinking of something to tell him.
"Well…let's just say it was the only thing keeping me warm tonight."
Kurt rubbed at the back of his neck, and shook his head. His sister happened to be a very strange girl, most of the time. Eventually he would get an explanation for the blush that still haunted her cheeks, and her peculiar story, but that was for another night.
A figure in black watched at the two siblings walked down the street. He shivered from the cold. The coat he had given to Rogue had been warm, but the memory was well worth the sacrifice.
Remy smiled, pulling a piece of fabric from his pant pocket. He sniffed it, the smell of cinnamon still clinging to it. Remy found the space where the palm met the fingers and kissed it.
Unfortunately that was the closest he got to kissing his cherie that night.
Yeah- Now Rogue had a coat like her comic version did! Yeah! I know I'm stupid, but it's my right as an American!
All right, you want another one?
"There are daggers in men's smiles." Name the play, get an A…or not…I don't know…
Here's a sequel to Strip Poker.
Additional Note: This was supposed to be a Christmas present to y'all, but I use AOL and was thus disconnected whenever I tried to access the page. So, Merry Belated Christmas.
And to all of those reading 'Those Who Need Protection': I'll have a new chapter out for you by New Years. ^.~
The music from a club was blasting down the frozen street, carried on the frigid wind that tore into the young girls face. She pressed the warm gloves to her cheeks in hopes it would warm her freezing skin. It only helped a little, but any relief from the cold was nice.
Rogue ducked behind an alleyway a few blocks from the club and leaned against a brick building. It provided no warmth, but blocked the oncoming wind and allowed her to readjust the scarf on her head. The chenille was all but frozen solid and clung to a few hairs on her head. In anger she threw the scarf against the building, breaking apart the ice crystals and allowing the fabric to go limp, as it should.
Proudly she wrapped the scarf around her cold head and turned to head back out to the streets. A quiet beeping from her pocket stopped her and she pulled out the pen-like communicator. Before the person could address her she pressed the talk button.
"What do ya want, Scott?"
"Cyclopes, Rogue. Cyclopes. There are reasons for the code names, remember?" She rolled her eyes and glared at the gold equipment in her hand, "Is there any activity in your area?"
"Not since your last "update" two minutes ago."
"Hey, lay off the attitude. We're messing with some master thieves here."
Rogue had to admit the situation called for some seriousness. In the past month there had been a rash or robberies within Bayville. It started off with petty stuff, but lately the mystery man, or men, (possibly even women….) had been getting into some heavy thievery. The bank had lost a couple thousand dollars within a night to the criminals.
"All right, I get it. Listen, I still remember how to work the communicator if there's trouble. The Professah didn't take away my memories…"
Scott laughed over the crackling reception, "Fine. Just be careful. Kurt's the closest in your area if you need any help. I'll check back in about ten minutes."
"Rodga'. Ova' an out." She saluted the communicator before she heard Scott groan through the speaker. It was much more fun teasing the uptight leader than being head over heels in love with him.
Rogue tucked the communicator back in her pocket and pulled up on her gloves. Since the personalities had been erased she had lost a lot of weight and her gloves kept slipping and bunching on her wrists. She smiled at the memory of another pair of gloves that refused to remain in place.
She trudged back into the streets keeping her eyes open for any unusual sites. Well, she was trying to keep her eyes open, but the wind blew bits of snow into her eyes making her all but blind. She raised a hand to her side to find the wall on her right and used it to guide her down the street. Her teeth began to chatter as she continued to breath in the freezing air. It continued down her throat and she swore she could feel it freezing her lungs.
The music was getting louder, and she could make out the neon lights through her squinting eyes. Deciding that she was going to die if she stayed on the sidewalk any longer she ducked into another alley and wrapped her arms around herself. The uniforms were supposed to keep out the weather, but from the numbness spreading throughout her body she was starting to guess that her suit's material was wearing thin.
She leaned against another building and looked up at the night sky. Through the dots of falling snow she could see the black night sky, devoid of a moon that night. Vapor flowed out of her mouth like smoke each time she exhaled. She brought up her hands to trap it and warm her face. The small bit of ice that had started to cover her nose slowly began to melt.
'Okay, Rogue, you've gotta keep movin'. Don't want to freeze, do ya?' she nodded to herself and began jumping up and down, kicking up the snow by her feet. The muscles in her legs started to heat up a bit. Liking the effects Rogue began to punch at the air in front of her. She kept it up for a few minutes letting feeling back into her freezing body.
It was only until she felt a presence by her that she stopped and looked to her right. She suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be covert.
The stranger beside her was all shadow except for the copper in its hair reflecting in the distant light from a street lamp. Its breath too was coming out in clouds of vapor, flying up in streams into the atmosphere.
"Uh…can I help ya?"
The figure remained quiet.
Rogue brought up her hands, widened her stance, and lowered her body. Her right hand was straight in front of her face while her left was clutched in a fist by her hip, slowly slipping into her pocket for her communicator. Before she could retrieve it the stranger was moving towards her. He, his bulky form gave away his gender, tried to tackle her, but she slipped to her left and dodged his arms. He almost fell into the snow, but managed to catch himself and turn on his foot to face her. Once again she tried to pull out her communicator, and he tried once again to tackle her.
She stepped back until she could feel the wall against her back and waited until he was close enough. Rogue jumped up, kicked against the wall and flipped over his head. Unfortunately he caught on and reached up to grab her scarf. As he pulled down it tightened and brought Rogue down to the cold snow. Within seconds he was on top of her, pinning her down with his own body. She could feel a tickle by her pocket and saw him break the communicator with a snap of his free hand.
He slowly started removing the scarf from her neck. The stranger let the soft fabric dangle above her face before it started to glow. The Cheshire grin and the demonic red on black eyes that greeted her were somewhat of a surprise.
"Hello, ma cherie." He winked down at her.
"You again?"
His grin widened, "Remy dink you almost disappointed ta see 'im."
"Considerin' what position ya have me in…"
"Remy like it here just fine."
She rolled her eyes and brought up her legs. Rogue jerked them up into his stomach and kicked him off of her. The snow clung to her back and drenched her as it melted from her body heat. Irritated she brushed it off and wrapped her arms around her body while she watched the young man pick himself off from the ground and brush himself off.
"All right, what are ya doin' here?"
Remy pressed a gloved hand to his heart and pouted. His eyes glowed with mischief.
"Can' a homme do some late night shoppin'?"
Rogue raised an eyebrow and looked him over from head to toe. The trench coat she had seen him in before was replaced with a shorter leather coat. It was like one pilot's used to wear except without the fur lining. Underneath he was dressed all in black with some sort of utility belt around his waist. Missing from the picture was any sort of shopping bag.
"By shoppin' ya of course mean stealin'…"she sighed as he nodded, "So you are the one we've been out here trying to catch."
He held out his hands as if for her to handcuff him.
"If chere wants Remy, den who is he to protest."
Rogue rubbed her arms and began to approach him, "Looks like I've got to bring you in, Cajun."
He gazed at her confused, "Perdon mois, chere?"
"Ya stole. I have to bring ya in."
Remy took a step forward, crossing his arms over his chest. He stood a good six inches over her.
"What makes you dink Remy gonna let you?"
Rogue stepped up, leaving no space between them and raised herself on her tiptoes.
"What makes ya think ya have to let me?" Her threat was cut down a bit by a violent sneeze.
"Bless you."
"Thanks." Rogue turned away from him and rubbed her arms. She sneezed again before she felt the scarf being placed gently around neck. It was warm from his heated touch. His arms were soon wrapped around her adding warmth to her freezing skin.
"Cherie, how long you been out here waitin' fo Remy?"
"The whole team had been out for a few hours now. Thanks, by the way."
"Dey had you out here in yo' condition?"
She tried to turn to face him but he held her still. "How did you know?"
"Remy has been watchin' out fo you, chere. He saw what happened wit yo powers."
Rogue began to carefully remove her glove. She winced a bit at the cold air. In a flash she ducked down and let her hand hover by the exposed skin of his face.
"Then ya should know ta be careful around my bare skin." Within seconds he had struck out and had her back in his grasp. His warm breath was blowing on her cold cheek.
"Chere was much more agreeable last time we met."
"I've gathered a lot of anger since the last time we met."
"No need to be angry 'round ol' Remy."
Rogue rolled her eyes and laughed sarcastically. She looked up from the corners of her eyes to see his eyes peering down at her. She studied his face for a few quiet seconds, searching for something that suddenly irked her. Her gaze traced over the angular jawbone and high cheeks, the patch of hair below his chin and finally his eyes.
"Your eyes are different. Weren't they brown last time?"
His strong stance and cocky countenance wavered for a second before he released her and took a step back. Rogue wasted no time in breaking away from him and placing a few feet between herself and the thief.
Remy looked at her puzzled for a minute before he raised his gaze up to the sky. Snowflakes continued to fall, landing on his eyelashes. He seemed to forget all about her and Rogue contemplated screaming out for Kurt but something about this sudden sadness that surrounded the boy kept her from leaving.
"Dey tortured you, oui?" Rogue glared at him, knowing at once that he was referring to the men who had captured and experimented on her and the other mutants. She nodded. "Dat's what dey did to Remy too…when dey saw his eyes. Not d'government, but kids, teachers, everybody. Remy started usin' contacts, and it stopped." He motioned at his eyes and looked at her, he was smiling but it didn't come close to reaching his eyes, "You like de brown betta?"
Once again she rolled her eyes. Rogue stomped through the snow and placed her hands on her hips while glaring him down.
'What are ya tryin' to pull here, Cajun?" Remy stepped back, surprised by her sudden anger, " Ya fight me, confuse me, pour ya heart out to me." She poked him in the chest with her covered index finger, "Why don't we just fight this out and then I can drag you back to the institute and get out of this FREEZING SNOW!"
She was glad for the heat from her anger that brought feeling back into her cold body.
He smiled down at her. The little fits of anger amused him.
'You really cold, girl?" He smirked, looking her up and down. Taking in everything from the yellow boots, the tight black uniform, the green armor over her chest, the worn, tight, black uniform that was just thin enough that the tone of her pale skin shone through, her hair knotted from the wind with snow clinging to it reflecting the white bangs, the extremely tight, black uniform that showed all of her curves. The look wasn't lost on Rogue who also noticed the way he was slowly taking off his coat. Despite her strength of only a few seconds ago she stepped back when she saw him advancing and the look in his eyes.
"Stop that."
The coat slipped off his muscled arms that were defined by a tight thermal shirt.
'Stop what, Cherie?" His voice was deep, rumbling in his throat, almost a purr. Remy continued to advance on her until her back was against the wall and he was pressing against her. He rested his hand on her hip and leaned his arm against the wall on her left to block her. The headband around his forehead was the only barrier between them as he brought his forehead down to touch her's.
He looked into her eyes, daring her to refuse. His breath blew on her face again, giving her a taste of his warmth.
"Do you want it, Petite Belle?"
She swallowed, wishing she had Kitty's abilities and she could phase through the wall just to get away from all the warmth he was offering.
The same sensations she felt at the dance crept back to her. The fluttering in her stomach, a tickling that spread all over her body. Heat in her cheeks, bad thoughts running around in her mind. His body was pressed so close that it seemed a shame to waste it.
Disregarding her powers, believing for a few seconds that her mutation didn't exist and that if she decided to accept what this boy was giving that she wouldn't suck him dry and he wouldn't faint or end up unconscious, all he would do would be kiss her back. So she titled back her head, closed her trembling lips and reached out for him.
He smiled as her eyelids drooped. The pale, slightly blue lips were calling to him, but he wanted to cover more then just the lips. ' This will do for now', he thought to himself. His lips hovered above hers, wanting, yearning for the space in between them to close.
The entire team was on high alert. Rogue refused to, or couldn't, answer her communicator. Kurt was the closest to her last reported location so he bamfed over to where she had been in hopes he could find her.
In smoke he appeared in an alley. He held his blue hands up to his mouth,
"Rogue!" He looked all around but heard nothing. He stepped out onto the icy sidewalk, wincing as the snow beat at his face. "Rogue!" Kurt's heartbeat was racing; frightened that something may have happened to his sister.
The street was dark, whitened slightly by the snow falling rapidly from an orange sky. Parts of the road were lit up by Christmas lights in store windows and a few neon signs. He could peer easily into dark corners with his excellent night vision, but they were empty. He was about to call her again when a feminine figure started walking towards him.
She was gazing up at the sky, not paying attention to where he feet were headed. The look on her face was a cross between annoyance and contemplation. The white stripes in her hair danced in the wind, tossing it up and knotting it however it pleased.
As soon as he realized who it was he teleported over and wrapped his arms around her. Kurt had never realized how skinny she actually was until her held her in his arms. It seemed irrelevant right then, but he stored it away in his mind as something to yell at her for later on.
He finally pulled away when he had made certain she was real and held Rogue at arms length examining her for injuries. She was looking at him as if he were crazy.
"What's the matta', Kurt?"
Kurt gritted his teeth and placed his hands on his hips like his adopted mother in Germany used to do when she was lecturing him, "Vat's ze matter? You're ze matter! Vat have you been doing for ze past half an hour?! The team has been looking for you, zinking you were in some sort of trouble. I thought you vere dead!" He looked here strait in the eye, hopping for an apology, or explanation. What he got was a somewhat sad expression on her face. Not regretful look, but as if she had just had a very bad night. She finally made complete eye contact with him.
"I'm sorry, Kurt." She pulled something out of her coat pocket and dangled it in front of his face. It was her communicator bent in half, "I accidentally broke it."
Kurt sighed, bowing his head and thanking God that nothing had happened to her. He shook his head, chuckling as he started to lead her down the street, "Ve all thought something had happened to you."
The corners of her mouth lifted up a bit as they started to walk. "Like what? A handsome, rugged thief attacken me in a dark alley way, playin' with my emotions." Her gloved hands balled into fists at her sides, "Makin' me think he was gonna kiss me…urg."
The Nightcrawler lifted an eyebrow. Knowing the Rogue like he did, he knew it was best not to ask and just let things go. He looked her over once again, making sure she was in no way hurt. A new addition to her uniform caught his attention.
"Is zat a new coat?"
To his surprise her cheeks started to burn red.
"Yea."
"Vere did you get it? You veren't wearing it ven ve left."
Rogue bit her lip, seeming as if she were thinking of something to tell him.
"Well…let's just say it was the only thing keeping me warm tonight."
Kurt rubbed at the back of his neck, and shook his head. His sister happened to be a very strange girl, most of the time. Eventually he would get an explanation for the blush that still haunted her cheeks, and her peculiar story, but that was for another night.
A figure in black watched at the two siblings walked down the street. He shivered from the cold. The coat he had given to Rogue had been warm, but the memory was well worth the sacrifice.
Remy smiled, pulling a piece of fabric from his pant pocket. He sniffed it, the smell of cinnamon still clinging to it. Remy found the space where the palm met the fingers and kissed it.
Unfortunately that was the closest he got to kissing his cherie that night.
Yeah- Now Rogue had a coat like her comic version did! Yeah! I know I'm stupid, but it's my right as an American!