Authors Note: Sorry this is so short, the next chapter is longer. Plus I
suck at long chapters!
Chapter 2:
As they walked through the garden together they both looked straightforward. Neither said a word. A slight breeze was lifting Rogue's hair from her face.
"Should we sit down?" Bobby asked, motioning to the bench beside them.
"Sure thing." They sat. She didn't know what to say to him. So many things she knew had to be said, yet none of them could be said in the right way.
Rogues brushed a stray piece of hair behind one ear. She could feel the bench digging into her back, but she ignored it. She looked at Bobby's face, wondering what he was thinking. She was trying not to reach out and touch his face, for that was what she longed to do more than anything. To reach out and touch his face, To feel his bare skin under hers, to trace every curve and crevice on his face. She wanted to kiss him, without the fear of sucking the life out of him. She wanted so much, yet she couldn't do any of it.
She mentally shook herself. Bobby was smiling at her; his bright blue eyes lit up. She just smiled back, longing to touch his hand, his face, anywhere.
Bobby hadn't taken his eyes off her. She could feel them burning into hers. He moved his head closer, his eyes still not moving. He was almost touching her, his lips were so close that she could feel his cool breath blowing into her face. He knew what would happen if he touched her, but he seemed not to care.
Bobby moved forwards even closer, and his lips brushed hers. She felt a tingle running down her spine, and she shivered slightly. He tried to deepen the kiss, he wanted her to touch his face, caress his neck. But Rogue pulled away.
"Bobby, you know I can't." She sighed remorsefully.
He looked down at her gloved hands, and placed one of his on top.
"I know." He whispered. "I'm sorry." He broke off, unsure of what to say. Rogue felt his gaze on her face, her lips. She moved her head, and he shook his. He was just making it worse for them both.
"I have to go and find John." He blurted out, finding an excuse to get away. "I told him that I'd meet him to talk about.something."
"Oh." She replied, despondently. "OK." She looked up, and attempted a smile.
"I'll see you later." He said, turning to walk away.
"I'm sorry Bobby." She whispered after him. He heard her voice above the howling of the wind, and turned to face her. Suddenly in that moment, she hated herself. Hated her mutation, and the restrictions it brought. She wished she could control it, even just for a moment. She would kiss him, erase the pain she had caused.
"I know." He replied. "I am too." He turned and walked away.
Chapter 2:
As they walked through the garden together they both looked straightforward. Neither said a word. A slight breeze was lifting Rogue's hair from her face.
"Should we sit down?" Bobby asked, motioning to the bench beside them.
"Sure thing." They sat. She didn't know what to say to him. So many things she knew had to be said, yet none of them could be said in the right way.
Rogues brushed a stray piece of hair behind one ear. She could feel the bench digging into her back, but she ignored it. She looked at Bobby's face, wondering what he was thinking. She was trying not to reach out and touch his face, for that was what she longed to do more than anything. To reach out and touch his face, To feel his bare skin under hers, to trace every curve and crevice on his face. She wanted to kiss him, without the fear of sucking the life out of him. She wanted so much, yet she couldn't do any of it.
She mentally shook herself. Bobby was smiling at her; his bright blue eyes lit up. She just smiled back, longing to touch his hand, his face, anywhere.
Bobby hadn't taken his eyes off her. She could feel them burning into hers. He moved his head closer, his eyes still not moving. He was almost touching her, his lips were so close that she could feel his cool breath blowing into her face. He knew what would happen if he touched her, but he seemed not to care.
Bobby moved forwards even closer, and his lips brushed hers. She felt a tingle running down her spine, and she shivered slightly. He tried to deepen the kiss, he wanted her to touch his face, caress his neck. But Rogue pulled away.
"Bobby, you know I can't." She sighed remorsefully.
He looked down at her gloved hands, and placed one of his on top.
"I know." He whispered. "I'm sorry." He broke off, unsure of what to say. Rogue felt his gaze on her face, her lips. She moved her head, and he shook his. He was just making it worse for them both.
"I have to go and find John." He blurted out, finding an excuse to get away. "I told him that I'd meet him to talk about.something."
"Oh." She replied, despondently. "OK." She looked up, and attempted a smile.
"I'll see you later." He said, turning to walk away.
"I'm sorry Bobby." She whispered after him. He heard her voice above the howling of the wind, and turned to face her. Suddenly in that moment, she hated herself. Hated her mutation, and the restrictions it brought. She wished she could control it, even just for a moment. She would kiss him, erase the pain she had caused.
"I know." He replied. "I am too." He turned and walked away.