Still Holding Out For You
By Lady Trunks
Part 2
Dedicated to Todd Fan who revied like 5 seconds after I posted the first chapter... Around the same time I reviewed hers (Check it out, it's called Sugar and Spice and is GREAT!). Sorry chica, no Todd yet, but I will put more in later just for you. And if you happen to want to repay me by doing what I requested in every single review for Sugar and Spice... ^_^ Am I wearing you down at all?
Rogue awoke in bed gasping even as the nightmare faded away. It was a common occurrence, ever since her powers had first manifested she had been having them. Possessing the psychic residue from all the psyches she had absorbed only added to it, and most of the time she wasn't even sure if the nightmare was her own or one of theirs.
She quickly rose from the bed, pulling her blanket off. With it in hand she left her room and walked down the hall until she came to a door. Silently, she opened it and could make out the almost ethereal figure in the bed bathed in the moonlight shinning through the window. Moving quietly she came to his side and gently shook his shoulder. Pietro woke up immediately, already knowing who it was. "Another one?" he asked quietly.
Rogue only nodded her head and he moved over on the bed, allowing her room. She carefully wrapped herself in her blanket and lay down beside him. He enfolded her in his arms and they both fell into a peaceful sleep, one untroubled by nightmares.
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The light shinning in the window awoke Pietro the next morning. He turned his attention to the girl by his side, taking in her features relaxed from sleep. The sight always caused him to smile, she was just so cute without the heavy Goth makeup she always wore. Not that he would ever tell her that, because knowing her, she would hit him as hard as she could. And for Rogue that was pretty hard.
He pulled away and shifted a little to stretch out his muscles, and saw the frown appear on her face at the loss of his warmth. With a grin he moved back and pulled her next to him. The frown faded and she snuggled closer. The smile remained on his face when he remembered the first time that she had slept with him.
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It had been shortly after he had moved into the Brotherhood house. He had been given the room next to hers and one night he had been lying in his bed watching the shadows, trying to fall asleep when he had heard her tossing and turning in her room. Without taking the time to think about it he had risen from his bed and went to her door, where he knocked softly. He saw a light come from under the door as she flicked it on, heard her call for him to come in. He had walked in to find her sitting up in bed, a questioning look on her face.
"I couldn't sleep," he told her with a sheepish smile.
"So you decided to come wake me up too?" she had asked him, though he was sure that she had been going for sarcastic it came out questioningly.
"I heard you, and knew you were up." Without waiting for an invitation he walked over and sat down on the bed. Instead of complaining like he expected her to she scooted over to allow him room, seemingly to appreciate the company.
They had proceeded to talk about just about everything including the nightmares that she had until eventually Rogue had begun to yawn, obviously tired. Seeing this, Pietro rose reluctantly from the bed to leave. "You don't have to leave." She told him softly.
He looked into her eyes, seeing the silent pleading there and understanding it. She didn't want to be alone any more then he did. With a small smile he turned the light off and settled in bed beside her. To his surprise he found himself drifting right off to sleep.
From that night on until she had moved out they had slept together, and the nightmares, at least for a while, stopped.
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It had been hard for him to adjust after she left, and he had been furious with her for abandoning him. He had just felt so alone without her beside him. It was strange how as soon as they were back on the same team the anger had faded away and they were friends again. Best friends at that. That thought caused him to smirk, who would have ever thought that his best friend would be a girl.
It was highly ironic, since most people considered him something of a playboy due to his flirting with any reasonably attractive female. No one seemed to realize that there was more to him than he showed the world, that his flamboyant attitude was just a mask to keep people from probing beneath the surface and getting to close. Because everyone knows that if you let someone get close, they can hurt you. Rogue saw beneath the mask, though. Probably because she did the same thing with her Goth makeup and stay-away-if-you-want-to-live attitude. Two totally different ways to achieve the same thing. It seemed only right that in the end the two people who shut everyone out would let each other in.
Rogue began to stir next to him cutting off his contemplative mood. "What time is it?" She asked him groggily, trying to look at the clock.
"7:00," he told her, making no move to get up.
"We're going to be late for school." She told him, but made no move to rise as well.
He smirked at that. "I'm never late."
"I'm to tired to listen to your over inflated opinion of yourself right now. Write me a letter and mail it to me."
"If you're awake enough to bitch, you're awake enough to get up." With that he put his hands on her back and pushed. With a startled yelp as she came dangerously close to falling off the edge she grabbed a hold of the only thing she could, him. Her feet were tangled in the covers so she had no way of gaining her balance, and the only thing that stopped her from ending up in a heap on the floor was her death grip on him.
"If I go, you're going with me!" She told him, clinging to his arm desperately.
"What are you going to give me if I help you up?" He asked her with a teasing grin.
"How about I don't give you a black eye?" She hissed at him.
He made a tsking noise, "Wrong answer!" With a quick deft movement he wrenched himself out of her grasp and with a thump she hit the floor.
Rogue roughly shoved the blankets away and got to her feet angrily. "I can't believe you did that! Haven't you ever heard of chivalry?"
He gave an careless shrug and grinned unrepentantly. "I think I heard that it was dead."
"Yeah, well it's not the only thing that's dead." She glared at him and pushed her hair off her face.
"7:20."
Her eyes widened at those words and she took off out of his room, calling over her shoulder. "One of these days I really am going to kill you Piety, then I'll feel guilty. But I can live with the guilt!"
She was already down the hall so couldn't hear his laughter.
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I'm also posting this fic in the fanfic section of my forum. I plan to post updates there first, so if you're interested in reading more you might want to check there. http://forum.jaded-soul.org/viewforum.php?f=23
