A/N: Okay, here's another Rogue/Remy fic for you addicts lol okay, but anyway, I wrote this to Usher's "You Got It Bad"
(god I love that song... I would NOT stop playing it when I got it, I mean
I broke the repeat button on my stereo) as always reviews are gladly
accepted, now enjoy!
"Talking" 'Thoughts'
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any Xmen characters, if I did, do you really think I'd be spending my time writing fanfics? No, no, no...
Rogue gazed at the stars from her balcony and sighed.
When you feel it in your body, You've found somebody who makes you change your ways, Like hanging with your crew. Act like your all right but you don't really know, And everything in your past, You wanna let it go.
"How can this be? I only met him once, and I can't get him off my mind..." Sighing she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to keep whatever body heat she had left, with her. The night wasn't exactly perfect for a silk jade nightgown, which was spaghetti strapped and had long slits on the sides. "Or his gorgeous eyes... ugh, get a grip Rogue! He tried to kill you for god sakes!" She cried, clutching her head in her gloved hands.
I've been there, Done it, Been around. And after all that, this is what I've found; Nobody wants to be alone, And if your touched by the words in this song, Then baby, You got it, you got it bad.
"He's the enemy!" Rogue was on the verge of tears now, and fought to contain them. Suddenly she felt strong arms circle around her waist from behind.
"Do Remy feel like the enemy to you, cherie?" He whispered in her ear fearfully, as if she were to answer yes, he'd die.
"Remy!" She turned around in his arms and stared into his eyes, the eyes she loved so much, and felt herself get lost in them.
If you miss a day without your friend your whole life's a drag. You know you got it bad when your stuck in the house, You don't wanna have fun, they're all you think about. You've got it, you've got it bad. When your out with someone but you keep on thinking about somebody else. Ohh you got it, you got it bad.
"You didn't answer Remy's question cherie," He whispered and she snapped out of the trance his eyes always seemed to put her in.
"No... you don't." Rogue murmured and he squeezed her closer.
"Then forget everything else, Remy would never hurt you. Of that you can be sure." He tilted her head upwards to meet his lips and above their heads a shooting star passed.
Ohh you got it, you got it bad. When you say that you love 'em and you really know it, Because everything that used to matter, don't matter no more. I've been there, Done it, Been around. And after all that, this is what I've found; Nobody wants to be alone, And if your touched by the words in this song, Then baby, You got it, you got it bad.
"Talking" 'Thoughts'
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any Xmen characters, if I did, do you really think I'd be spending my time writing fanfics? No, no, no...
Rogue gazed at the stars from her balcony and sighed.
When you feel it in your body, You've found somebody who makes you change your ways, Like hanging with your crew. Act like your all right but you don't really know, And everything in your past, You wanna let it go.
"How can this be? I only met him once, and I can't get him off my mind..." Sighing she wrapped her arms around her body, trying to keep whatever body heat she had left, with her. The night wasn't exactly perfect for a silk jade nightgown, which was spaghetti strapped and had long slits on the sides. "Or his gorgeous eyes... ugh, get a grip Rogue! He tried to kill you for god sakes!" She cried, clutching her head in her gloved hands.
I've been there, Done it, Been around. And after all that, this is what I've found; Nobody wants to be alone, And if your touched by the words in this song, Then baby, You got it, you got it bad.
"He's the enemy!" Rogue was on the verge of tears now, and fought to contain them. Suddenly she felt strong arms circle around her waist from behind.
"Do Remy feel like the enemy to you, cherie?" He whispered in her ear fearfully, as if she were to answer yes, he'd die.
"Remy!" She turned around in his arms and stared into his eyes, the eyes she loved so much, and felt herself get lost in them.
If you miss a day without your friend your whole life's a drag. You know you got it bad when your stuck in the house, You don't wanna have fun, they're all you think about. You've got it, you've got it bad. When your out with someone but you keep on thinking about somebody else. Ohh you got it, you got it bad.
"You didn't answer Remy's question cherie," He whispered and she snapped out of the trance his eyes always seemed to put her in.
"No... you don't." Rogue murmured and he squeezed her closer.
"Then forget everything else, Remy would never hurt you. Of that you can be sure." He tilted her head upwards to meet his lips and above their heads a shooting star passed.
Ohh you got it, you got it bad. When you say that you love 'em and you really know it, Because everything that used to matter, don't matter no more. I've been there, Done it, Been around. And after all that, this is what I've found; Nobody wants to be alone, And if your touched by the words in this song, Then baby, You got it, you got it bad.