Rogue had been depressed for days after realizing that she wouldn't be able
to touch. She was glad to have John home. She felt safe with him around;
but she still wanted to be able to touch.
John had decided to leave Rogue alone. He wanted to give her some time to deal with the no-touching thing again. But she hadn't talked for days and enough was enough.
"Come on, luv. We're goin' out tonight," he said to her.
"John Ah really don't wanna go anywhere," she said sounding totally emotionless.
"I don't care if you don't wanna because you haven't been out in a really long time."
"Go to hell."
"Damn it Rogue, you're goin' out whether you like it or not," he said dragging her into the bedroom and throwing some random clothes to her from the dresser. It turned out he picked out a decent outfit: black leather bell-bottom pants and a red spaghetti strap shirt with a see-through black top over it.
She came out of the bedroom changed and they left for a club silently. When they got there, Rogue dashed to the bar and ordered a drink. John caught up to her and pulled her away before she got it and insisted that she dance with him.
"John, please Ah really don't wanna dan--"
"I don't care if you don't wanna, I thought I made that clear earlier. You're gonna have fun if it kills me."
"Ah can arrange that," she mumbled as he pulled her close to him for the slow song that came on. "Why are ya doin' this?"
"Dancing with you?"
"No, bein' so nice."
"Because I'm a nice guy."
"Really John. Why?" she asked, looking up at him. But he didn't answer. She sighed and put her head on his chest.
"You know, I've always been attracted to things I can never touch. Since I was little, I always loved fire. But I can touch it now," John said after a few moments of silence. But he didn't say anything more, even though Rogue had hoped he would. "Let's go have a drink now," he said as the song ended. Rogue nodded and followed him off the dance floor to the bar. He ordered them drinks and they walked to a small table in the corner of the club.
"I found something of yours today," he said quietly, pulling a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to Rogue. She unfolded it and read:
I the flame
Dance in the wind.
Where I walk, only ash remains.
What I touch turns to dust.
My fatal grip destroys.
I fear nothing but water,
Who chases me down,
I just want to get away.
I wish to be free of this death-touch,
I wish to hold on to something.
"Where did you get this?" she said looking at the paper she hadn't seen for months.
"I was putting some of your stuff away and I found it in one of your drawers."
"So you just decided to open it up and read it?"
"It was already open, luv. I folded it up," he said. "I like it."
"Well of course you would. Ah had ta do it for an assignment in English. It's nothin special."
"I think it is. You think bein fire is so bad? It's not. Trust me."
"No one can touch me though, like fire."
"Except me," he said grinning at her.
"Ya know, you're almost as bad as that damn Cajun. Ya know very well that ya can't touch me."
'I will someday,' he thought. "You're way too pessimistic, luv."
****** Woo! Another update! I'm on a roll....not really. Well just so you guys know, I'm not feeling very motivated to write. I need some inspiration! And suggestions!
Strong Side Of Silence- Thank you very very much. I'm glad you like it.
Lady Farevay- I love ryros too! Know any good ones? Let me know! Thanks for reading! I'm glad you like it so much.
DemonRogue13- I am soooooo glad you're a loyal fan. I was starting to think that no one liked my story! You rock so hardcore!
Please R&R!
John had decided to leave Rogue alone. He wanted to give her some time to deal with the no-touching thing again. But she hadn't talked for days and enough was enough.
"Come on, luv. We're goin' out tonight," he said to her.
"John Ah really don't wanna go anywhere," she said sounding totally emotionless.
"I don't care if you don't wanna because you haven't been out in a really long time."
"Go to hell."
"Damn it Rogue, you're goin' out whether you like it or not," he said dragging her into the bedroom and throwing some random clothes to her from the dresser. It turned out he picked out a decent outfit: black leather bell-bottom pants and a red spaghetti strap shirt with a see-through black top over it.
She came out of the bedroom changed and they left for a club silently. When they got there, Rogue dashed to the bar and ordered a drink. John caught up to her and pulled her away before she got it and insisted that she dance with him.
"John, please Ah really don't wanna dan--"
"I don't care if you don't wanna, I thought I made that clear earlier. You're gonna have fun if it kills me."
"Ah can arrange that," she mumbled as he pulled her close to him for the slow song that came on. "Why are ya doin' this?"
"Dancing with you?"
"No, bein' so nice."
"Because I'm a nice guy."
"Really John. Why?" she asked, looking up at him. But he didn't answer. She sighed and put her head on his chest.
"You know, I've always been attracted to things I can never touch. Since I was little, I always loved fire. But I can touch it now," John said after a few moments of silence. But he didn't say anything more, even though Rogue had hoped he would. "Let's go have a drink now," he said as the song ended. Rogue nodded and followed him off the dance floor to the bar. He ordered them drinks and they walked to a small table in the corner of the club.
"I found something of yours today," he said quietly, pulling a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to Rogue. She unfolded it and read:
I the flame
Dance in the wind.
Where I walk, only ash remains.
What I touch turns to dust.
My fatal grip destroys.
I fear nothing but water,
Who chases me down,
I just want to get away.
I wish to be free of this death-touch,
I wish to hold on to something.
"Where did you get this?" she said looking at the paper she hadn't seen for months.
"I was putting some of your stuff away and I found it in one of your drawers."
"So you just decided to open it up and read it?"
"It was already open, luv. I folded it up," he said. "I like it."
"Well of course you would. Ah had ta do it for an assignment in English. It's nothin special."
"I think it is. You think bein fire is so bad? It's not. Trust me."
"No one can touch me though, like fire."
"Except me," he said grinning at her.
"Ya know, you're almost as bad as that damn Cajun. Ya know very well that ya can't touch me."
'I will someday,' he thought. "You're way too pessimistic, luv."
****** Woo! Another update! I'm on a roll....not really. Well just so you guys know, I'm not feeling very motivated to write. I need some inspiration! And suggestions!
Strong Side Of Silence- Thank you very very much. I'm glad you like it.
Lady Farevay- I love ryros too! Know any good ones? Let me know! Thanks for reading! I'm glad you like it so much.
DemonRogue13- I am soooooo glad you're a loyal fan. I was starting to think that no one liked my story! You rock so hardcore!
Please R&R!