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He was following Rogue now. It was then when he noticed wood smoke. Most likely from the fireplace of the house. Jean stops, ShadowCat who was following her stopped also , then Rogue stopped , forcing Gambit to Stop. " She's alone...but speaking to somebody...maybe on the phone, lets move." He nodded.
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Disclaimer: Ah dun own the Xmen sugah
Notes: I'm just a high school student-I do not post smut like most fan girls, so if the sucking face/make out scene is lacking in intensity...you'll know why I get so few reviews...*sad shojo* Oh , this also contains a bit of Rogue's POV.
*inside the house*
A girl between 14 and 16 was wearing a south of the knee pleated red skirt with a studded belt , combat boots, a black strap tank top , black(more "goth" than Rogue's by a long shot)make up, fishnet stockings...and a pink apron. She stood in her kitchen, mixing a bowl of scone mix and , propping the phone between her head and her shoulder. She was talking and opening the oven door with her foot. She HAD to check on her pie.
Her brown, very un-punk hair was in her eyes. " What? Yeah another famous mood swing." She paused as she listened , setting down her bowl. She found a oven mitt and took out the pie. " What? Oh no I made him ,couldn't handle him like that. You know him, he's not really all that comfortable with the problem...What? No I just borrow Alice's if it gets too bad...I did that this time." She set the pie on a cooling rack , and took off the oven mitt. She was in a large kitchen, listening again. There was a island in the middle with a cooking range , and a ample counter space, including the cooling rack.
She walked to where she left the scone mix , she reached up to a cupboard and took down a canister labeled Flour. " I actually like it. It's getting better, the guys have been really good about it...like they have a choice. What?" She sprinkled a handful of flour onto the counter, the scone dough was emptied onto it , she started kneading the dough.
Her brown eyes narrowed slightly. " Yeah I'm still here. Yes Betsy will be coming here when the guys get back." A dangerous glint lit her eyes. " No. Of course NOT , I do not date." She was kneading the dough rather hard.
" Shut the hell up." She said , her voice slipping into a strange accent. " I'm sorry alright? Listen I'll call you, somebody's on the other line.
She pushed the button and proceeded with her scones " Hello?" (A/n: You will be able to hear what both people on the phone are saying now)
" Roni?" a voice said from the phone.
She smiled , cutting the dough and arranging it on the baking sheet.
"Hey." She slid the soon-to-be scones into the oven. She straightened.
" So we got a hold of Betsy, we'll be a little late though." The male voice said .
She sighed.
" What?" HE asked. She growled.
" Nothing I'm absolutely freakin' fine and you know what-oh my god! Jesus , Mary and JOSEPH !" She screamed , noticing the tall redhead standing the door way between the kitchen and the living room.
" Veronica? Veronica?!" She dropped the phone...
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Jean did a double take at the pink-apron-wearing 'punk'. She saw Kitty flinch as the girl screamed about Jesus or something. Her attitude changed when she saw Gambit , Kitty , and Rogue. She smirked.
" I suppose you're the Xmen...and you." She looked at Gambit , who was surprised she had gone from frightened to amused. " You must be Maggie's lil' gofer'." The XMen or Xgirls were surprised. " Hmm Let me guess , you're here so I can join you? Well I hate to break it too you guys but I'm taken-k" Suddenly she made a choking sound and started falling forward , with a dart in her neck.
Jean felt a hand on her shoulder, it was Pietro with a dart gun. " I thought she was being too chatty , and the boss DID say to bring her back." Rogue punched Pietro in the arm. " He isn't OUR boss, so shove it motor mouth." He raised his eyebrows. " Watch it Gothie." Rogue was ready to back hand him. " One more word and the gloves come off Maxipad." Pietro smirked, it was way off from the one Rogue and Remy sported, the message behind his was 'ha ha I'll get my daddy to protect me,' rather than 'ha ha you suck'.
He opened his mouth. " Freak." That was it , that was the word. Gambit and Kitty each took a arm , holding Rogue back. Pietro did his weasely attempt of a smirk, as Jean lifted Veronica up with her telekinesis.
Jean also turned the oven off so the soon to be burnt Scones wouldn't trigger the smoke detector or sprinklers in the kitchen.
Kitty fought the urge to cross her arms as they trailed mud through the clean house. She mumbled something under her breath. Pietro was already ahead of them , waiting outside with a jeep...it was Lance's.
Kitty got a blank look on her face , climbing quietly into the back. Lance was in the driver's seat , looking as angry as Rogue.
Pietro was already running back to the mansion, Rogue squeezed in next to kitty , Gambit was in the front seat , and the girl was laying across their laps. Rogue was by her head , she looked closely, and fought back a gasp.
In front of her head was discolored hair, it was slightly darker than the rest , she followed it to the scalp...there was a thin line of white, which contrasted with the brown. Matching her own natural white stripes...it was the girl who was in her dream. She noticed as she looked closer, over looking the make up.
This girl had gotten past Magneto's Helmet...had been in her dreams...for some reason she felt no fear towards her. A unwavering sense of calm as though it weren't a big deal. Even though the Jeep was going at a break neck speed she felt sleepy, yawning she removed the needle from the girl's neck , and tossed it behind her. Rogue was vaguely aware of the sound of it shattering and that she was leaning against Kitty's shoulder before it all went black.
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It was one of those rare dreams...when something happens you KNOW wouldn't happen in real life, and you frantically try to stay in the dream...Rogue was at the beach, starring up at the beautiful red and black sun...red and black sun? Her half conscious mind pointed out that the sun was neither red nor black. She flinched when she felt something against her face ,her bare face.
It was skin. She didn't feel it, she didn't feel the power draining from whoever had touched her. Most people think it's a pull, it's more like swimming upstream than a simple pull , she was astounded. With extreme care she lifted her hand up to whatever was touching her, not wanting the dream to end.
Her surprisingly bare hand came in contact with a larger one. The red on black sun split into two...she realized they were eyes. She curled her hand around the larger one , a tear slipped from her eye, she was making skin contact.
Something stirred in her as the eyes showed a face...is was the Cajun. She looked up enamored with him , she dragged her thumb across his jaw, he was much taller than her.
She smiled as she felt a bit of stubble , but no pull. She looked up to see he was smiling too , it was almost like his eyes were glowing. His other hand was at her waist now , she smiled exhaling as he brought her in for a hug.
She had never been more happy. Until he put either hand on her shoulders and leaned down. Describing how Rogue felt about that kiss is not an easy task, but it's worth a shot.
She could feel it down to her knee's , and pressed her lips against his , it was the only thing she could do, it was like he was draining her.
She was more than surprised when she felt tongue, what kind of mind did she have? She really didn't care, this was most likely the only time she'd feel skin contact, she was taking advantage of it!
She pressed close to him...what was his name? Remy. She parted her lips , and felt him draw her close to him. then began what this author will call tonsil hockey, having no experience with such things we can only assumed Rogue was having a good time. *AHEM*
(a/n: if that is not enough "snogging" I suppose I can put more in in a chapter or so , hey it's my first attempt! We're just going to do a scene change now)
Rogue woke up in a bit of a haze, Red on black eyes starred at her. " You alrigh' chere?" she blushed a dark red color. " Yeh I'm fine." He smirked. "Good." Rogue saw Pietro hit Remy. "Come on help me carry her." Her eyes widened slightly as Remy's lit up conveying perfectly the murderous rage he felt at being struck.
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he did as the shorter, weaker mutant bade him to do, As soon as the girl was lifted off of her she jumped out of the jeep ,not looking at Remy.
///Scene Change///
Kitty followed Jean , as they started to walk towards the mansion, she stopped and watched Gambit ,Quicksilver, and Rogue go ahead of her , she looked behind her and saw lance. She made eye contact with him before turning away.
She didn't move and waited for him to go ahead of her , she stood next to the door holding it open before turning towards him again. "Well? Aren't you going to go?" She asked, clearly annoyed. He smiled coldly. " Didn't know you cared Pryde." She rolled her eyes , letting go of the door and walking in. "Whatever." She said as it slammed on his out stretched hand. A curse was uttered , but unheard as Kitty rushed to follow Jean.
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He was following Rogue now. It was then when he noticed wood smoke. Most likely from the fireplace of the house. Jean stops, ShadowCat who was following her stopped also , then Rogue stopped , forcing Gambit to Stop. " She's alone...but speaking to somebody...maybe on the phone, lets move." He nodded.
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Disclaimer: Ah dun own the Xmen sugah
Notes: I'm just a high school student-I do not post smut like most fan girls, so if the sucking face/make out scene is lacking in intensity...you'll know why I get so few reviews...*sad shojo* Oh , this also contains a bit of Rogue's POV.
*inside the house*
A girl between 14 and 16 was wearing a south of the knee pleated red skirt with a studded belt , combat boots, a black strap tank top , black(more "goth" than Rogue's by a long shot)make up, fishnet stockings...and a pink apron. She stood in her kitchen, mixing a bowl of scone mix and , propping the phone between her head and her shoulder. She was talking and opening the oven door with her foot. She HAD to check on her pie.
Her brown, very un-punk hair was in her eyes. " What? Yeah another famous mood swing." She paused as she listened , setting down her bowl. She found a oven mitt and took out the pie. " What? Oh no I made him ,couldn't handle him like that. You know him, he's not really all that comfortable with the problem...What? No I just borrow Alice's if it gets too bad...I did that this time." She set the pie on a cooling rack , and took off the oven mitt. She was in a large kitchen, listening again. There was a island in the middle with a cooking range , and a ample counter space, including the cooling rack.
She walked to where she left the scone mix , she reached up to a cupboard and took down a canister labeled Flour. " I actually like it. It's getting better, the guys have been really good about it...like they have a choice. What?" She sprinkled a handful of flour onto the counter, the scone dough was emptied onto it , she started kneading the dough.
Her brown eyes narrowed slightly. " Yeah I'm still here. Yes Betsy will be coming here when the guys get back." A dangerous glint lit her eyes. " No. Of course NOT , I do not date." She was kneading the dough rather hard.
" Shut the hell up." She said , her voice slipping into a strange accent. " I'm sorry alright? Listen I'll call you, somebody's on the other line.
She pushed the button and proceeded with her scones " Hello?" (A/n: You will be able to hear what both people on the phone are saying now)
" Roni?" a voice said from the phone.
She smiled , cutting the dough and arranging it on the baking sheet.
"Hey." She slid the soon-to-be scones into the oven. She straightened.
" So we got a hold of Betsy, we'll be a little late though." The male voice said .
She sighed.
" What?" HE asked. She growled.
" Nothing I'm absolutely freakin' fine and you know what-oh my god! Jesus , Mary and JOSEPH !" She screamed , noticing the tall redhead standing the door way between the kitchen and the living room.
" Veronica? Veronica?!" She dropped the phone...
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Jean did a double take at the pink-apron-wearing 'punk'. She saw Kitty flinch as the girl screamed about Jesus or something. Her attitude changed when she saw Gambit , Kitty , and Rogue. She smirked.
" I suppose you're the Xmen...and you." She looked at Gambit , who was surprised she had gone from frightened to amused. " You must be Maggie's lil' gofer'." The XMen or Xgirls were surprised. " Hmm Let me guess , you're here so I can join you? Well I hate to break it too you guys but I'm taken-k" Suddenly she made a choking sound and started falling forward , with a dart in her neck.
Jean felt a hand on her shoulder, it was Pietro with a dart gun. " I thought she was being too chatty , and the boss DID say to bring her back." Rogue punched Pietro in the arm. " He isn't OUR boss, so shove it motor mouth." He raised his eyebrows. " Watch it Gothie." Rogue was ready to back hand him. " One more word and the gloves come off Maxipad." Pietro smirked, it was way off from the one Rogue and Remy sported, the message behind his was 'ha ha I'll get my daddy to protect me,' rather than 'ha ha you suck'.
He opened his mouth. " Freak." That was it , that was the word. Gambit and Kitty each took a arm , holding Rogue back. Pietro did his weasely attempt of a smirk, as Jean lifted Veronica up with her telekinesis.
Jean also turned the oven off so the soon to be burnt Scones wouldn't trigger the smoke detector or sprinklers in the kitchen.
Kitty fought the urge to cross her arms as they trailed mud through the clean house. She mumbled something under her breath. Pietro was already ahead of them , waiting outside with a jeep...it was Lance's.
Kitty got a blank look on her face , climbing quietly into the back. Lance was in the driver's seat , looking as angry as Rogue.
Pietro was already running back to the mansion, Rogue squeezed in next to kitty , Gambit was in the front seat , and the girl was laying across their laps. Rogue was by her head , she looked closely, and fought back a gasp.
In front of her head was discolored hair, it was slightly darker than the rest , she followed it to the scalp...there was a thin line of white, which contrasted with the brown. Matching her own natural white stripes...it was the girl who was in her dream. She noticed as she looked closer, over looking the make up.
This girl had gotten past Magneto's Helmet...had been in her dreams...for some reason she felt no fear towards her. A unwavering sense of calm as though it weren't a big deal. Even though the Jeep was going at a break neck speed she felt sleepy, yawning she removed the needle from the girl's neck , and tossed it behind her. Rogue was vaguely aware of the sound of it shattering and that she was leaning against Kitty's shoulder before it all went black.
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It was one of those rare dreams...when something happens you KNOW wouldn't happen in real life, and you frantically try to stay in the dream...Rogue was at the beach, starring up at the beautiful red and black sun...red and black sun? Her half conscious mind pointed out that the sun was neither red nor black. She flinched when she felt something against her face ,her bare face.
It was skin. She didn't feel it, she didn't feel the power draining from whoever had touched her. Most people think it's a pull, it's more like swimming upstream than a simple pull , she was astounded. With extreme care she lifted her hand up to whatever was touching her, not wanting the dream to end.
Her surprisingly bare hand came in contact with a larger one. The red on black sun split into two...she realized they were eyes. She curled her hand around the larger one , a tear slipped from her eye, she was making skin contact.
Something stirred in her as the eyes showed a face...is was the Cajun. She looked up enamored with him , she dragged her thumb across his jaw, he was much taller than her.
She smiled as she felt a bit of stubble , but no pull. She looked up to see he was smiling too , it was almost like his eyes were glowing. His other hand was at her waist now , she smiled exhaling as he brought her in for a hug.
She had never been more happy. Until he put either hand on her shoulders and leaned down. Describing how Rogue felt about that kiss is not an easy task, but it's worth a shot.
She could feel it down to her knee's , and pressed her lips against his , it was the only thing she could do, it was like he was draining her.
She was more than surprised when she felt tongue, what kind of mind did she have? She really didn't care, this was most likely the only time she'd feel skin contact, she was taking advantage of it!
She pressed close to him...what was his name? Remy. She parted her lips , and felt him draw her close to him. then began what this author will call tonsil hockey, having no experience with such things we can only assumed Rogue was having a good time. *AHEM*
(a/n: if that is not enough "snogging" I suppose I can put more in in a chapter or so , hey it's my first attempt! We're just going to do a scene change now)
Rogue woke up in a bit of a haze, Red on black eyes starred at her. " You alrigh' chere?" she blushed a dark red color. " Yeh I'm fine." He smirked. "Good." Rogue saw Pietro hit Remy. "Come on help me carry her." Her eyes widened slightly as Remy's lit up conveying perfectly the murderous rage he felt at being struck.
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he did as the shorter, weaker mutant bade him to do, As soon as the girl was lifted off of her she jumped out of the jeep ,not looking at Remy.
///Scene Change///
Kitty followed Jean , as they started to walk towards the mansion, she stopped and watched Gambit ,Quicksilver, and Rogue go ahead of her , she looked behind her and saw lance. She made eye contact with him before turning away.
She didn't move and waited for him to go ahead of her , she stood next to the door holding it open before turning towards him again. "Well? Aren't you going to go?" She asked, clearly annoyed. He smiled coldly. " Didn't know you cared Pryde." She rolled her eyes , letting go of the door and walking in. "Whatever." She said as it slammed on his out stretched hand. A curse was uttered , but unheard as Kitty rushed to follow Jean.
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Review? Yes the power of Xmen compels you! Review! Review! The grapefruit shall be explained next chapter fangirl's honor! please review I'm verra sleepy it's 2 AM now I hope you all appreciate this.