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*One Step Closer*
She opens her mouth to say a word
And finds herself held back
Time to let go
Time to give up
She can't though
She can't seem to make it
One step
Just one step closer
But it's one she can't take
Maybe just wanting it is enough
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Rogue watched as Remy left the room so suddenly, she realized that regardless of the time they spent together she knew nothing of him. She stood up from her chair and took her plate as well as his to the dishwasher. She left the kitchen and went to her bedroom. She stared at his closed door and thought about going in. The desire was overwhelming.
She took a step closer to his room when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and found Scott smiling at her.
"You okay?" He asked, noticing her distraction.
"Yeah, ah'm fine. Just tired." Scott nodded.
"We're going to the movies later, you wanna come?" Rogue shook her head. She wanted to stay home in the rare quiet. Scott smiled again. "All right, just be careful." She took the drift and went to her room, hesitating at the door for a minute than entering.
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Later on that night she heard a knock on the door and sat quiet, fearful of answering it. The others couldn't have come back so soon. A sharp tap was heard once again and she stood up and opened the door. No one was there. She knew who it was though; she could smell the musk he had always used, strong yet alluring. She breathed in and closed the door.
She sat on her bed and stared at the bare walls, opening her book she went to the page marked by his card, she held it in her head and pressed her lips on it. She wondered if wanting to be near him was as good as it being done. The knock came once again and she rushed to the door.
She looked up and found Ororo standing there with a smile on her face and a napkin covered plate.
"I just baked this child and thought that perhaps you would like some." Rogue gave her thanks and took the plate, she hesitated and Ororo noticed this. "What is wrong dear?"
"Did ya just knock before?"
"No child, no one is here but you, Mr. Lebeau and I." Rogue smiled slightly.
"Probably just me than." She closed the door and took the napkin off and bit into the moist sweetness of a freshly baked brownie. She put her plate on the table and went to the kitchen to get some milk. Peering into the refrigerator was a lean figure. She had never seen him outside of his uniform and noticed the cream colored Khaki's and the pale gray shirt he wore. She noticed how it hung open and imagined his bare chest and the chain that she knew he wore, she had admired it the first time she saw its glint in the moonlight.
She wondered how it would feel to run her bare hands down the soft material of his shirt. She took a step closer about to reach out to him, when a thud was heard and she saw him hit his forehead against the door and whisper an explicative; she backed away and ran off. She hid in her room until she was sure he was gone.
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Remy had known she was there the whole time; he felt her emotions as they rose and fall and sensed her inner battle. She had taken a step closer to him and perhaps that was enough, for now at least.
Rogue watched as Remy left the room so suddenly, she realized that regardless of the time they spent together she knew nothing of him. She stood up from her chair and took her plate as well as his to the dishwasher. She left the kitchen and went to her bedroom. She stared at his closed door and thought about going in. The desire was overwhelming.
She took a step closer to his room when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and found Scott smiling at her.
"You okay?" He asked, noticing her distraction.
"Yeah, ah'm fine. Just tired." Scott nodded.
"We're going to the movies later, you wanna come?" Rogue shook her head. She wanted to stay home in the rare quiet. Scott smiled again. "All right, just be careful." She took the drift and went to her room, hesitating at the door for a minute than entering.
***
Later on that night she heard a knock on the door and sat quiet, fearful of answering it. The others couldn't have come back so soon. A sharp tap was heard once again and she stood up and opened the door. No one was there. She knew who it was though; she could smell the musk he had always used, strong yet alluring. She breathed in and closed the door.
She sat on her bed and stared at the bare walls, opening her book she went to the page marked by his card, she held it in her head and pressed her lips on it. She wondered if wanting to be near him was as good as it being done. The knock came once again and she rushed to the door.
She looked up and found Ororo standing there with a smile on her face and a napkin covered plate.
"I just baked this child and thought that perhaps you would like some." Rogue gave her thanks and took the plate, she hesitated and Ororo noticed this. "What is wrong dear?"
"Did ya just knock before?"
"No child, no one is here but you, Mr. Lebeau and I." Rogue smiled slightly.
"Probably just me than." She closed the door and took the napkin off and bit into the moist sweetness of a freshly baked brownie. She put her plate on the table and went to the kitchen to get some milk. Peering into the refrigerator was a lean figure. She had never seen him outside of his uniform and noticed the cream colored Khaki's and the pale gray shirt he wore. She noticed how it hung open and imagined his bare chest and the chain that she knew he wore, she had admired it the first time she saw its glint in the moonlight.
She wondered how it would feel to run her bare hands down the soft material of his shirt. She took a step closer about to reach out to him, when a thud was heard and she saw him hit his forehead against the door and whisper an explicative; she backed away and ran off. She hid in her room until she was sure he was gone.
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Remy had known she was there the whole time; he felt her emotions as they rose and fall and sensed her inner battle. She had taken a step closer to him and perhaps that was enough, for now at least.