Chapter5
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At about eleven o'clock, Rogue crept down to Lance's room. She had a black Smile Empty Soul concert tee and leather pants on. The shirt was the one Lance had bought her when they had started officially dating a month ago or so. He given it to her as birthday/just-because-I-like-you gift, since she wouldn't tell him when her birthday was.
"You're actually wearing it?" Lance was surprised. He had no clue what type of music she liked, so he bought one of his favorite band's shirts. It actually looked kinda sexy on her. The dark material hung just right.
"Yeah. It's comfy. C'mon, I wanna go." Rogue sat on his bed while he pulled on a pair of ripped up blue jeans, a faded black muscle shirt.
Rogue and Lance snuck back to her room, and after a minute of searching, she found a coiled length of rope, which they used to climb down of the balcony.
As they were walking into town, they began to talk.
"Why are you being so nice to me, Lance?"
"Gee, that's a nice thing to ask. Besides, who said I was being nice?" Lance paused, thinking of how to say it. "I'm not sure. I guess you just seem so easy to be with." He knew that sounded stupid, especially aimed at Rogue.
"I feel so flattered." Rogue said sarcastically. But she knew how he felt. Because she felt the same way about him. She said so, and tucked her white stripe behind her ear, smiling at Lance alluringly. He blushed in the dark, and wrapped his arm around Rogue's gaunt waist, and they walked the rest of the way to park.
Lance had begun to notice that Rogue had begun getting thinner and thinner a few weeks ago at school. But he didn't realize just how thin until then. Her skin looked papery over bones that jutted out prominently, and she didn't seem to be her usual hint-of-a-bitch self.
Lying in the cool, green grass, his hands in her hair, they kissed. Rogue felt the long blades of grass on the back of her neck, and the warmth of Lance's body over hers. She felt safe. She wasn't scared, or worried, just happy. The feel of Lance's mouth on hers, the way he smelled faintly of cinnamon… She ran her gloved hand over his tousled brown hair, feeling the leather barrier between them. Lance slowly touched her hand, easing her glove off. He placed his hand over Rogue's bare palm, intertwining his fingers with hers. He slid his other hand down her body, gently drawing the hem of her shirt up just a bit, revealing her sunken stomach. He placed his hand on her belly, slipping under her shirt, feeling her ribs. He released her hand, and slowly guided her shirt up over her head. The cool night air rushed against her pale skin. His mouth moved to her neck, his hands on her sides. Rogue, lying on the ground in just her pants and bra, slipped her bare hands into his shirt, tugging it over his head. She guided his mouth back to hers, running her hands over his freckled shoulders, and his muscular back. He slid his hands down to her hips, tucking his thumbs in the waistband of her pants. Rogue wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him back as longingly as she felt. She could feel him, playing with her bra strap, tugging at her pants. So as they laid in the long, damp grass on that humid night, with the glittery blue moonlight casting an supernatural luminescence to their world, Rogue finally let her barriers to the outside world down she let him in. She let him score, and at last knew that he truly loved her with all of his heart.