She Sighed.
Disclaimer: ...And what would you do if I DID own the X-Men?
Chapter Three
He was warm under the covers as he stretched his legs and rolled over on her pillow. Grinning with his face pressed into the feathered mass, he let the scent of her fill his nostrils. He flexed his hand over the softness that he held in his arms when he suddenly realized that instead of silky warm skin, he held something large with synthetic fur. With his head still buried in the pillow, he opened one eye and pulled the object he was cuddling from beneath the covers. Rogue's brown teddy bear. Its glass eyes stared at him as if to say, "You fell for it, man." He let gravity take over and his hand and the bear fell back down to the bed. Rogue was gone.
"Next." The man behind the counter shouted. In his early twenties, with shaved head and brightly coloured shirt, he looked into the small sea of faces with a hint of boredom, nearing contempt. His family was well to do but they thought that he would benefit from being 'out in the world' and having a job. He had wanted something easy, something that he was sure his parent's would deem beneath him. Serving coffee at the local coffee shop fit the bill perfectly.
"Coffee," the young woman in front of him stated. He stared at her, waiting for her to finish.
"What kind of coffee?"
"Black coffee." She clearly punctuated both words.
"..."
"In a cup." She clarified, only half amused. He turned his back to her and she sighed. In these places, ordering anything with less than ten words was down right insane. Double tall mocha cappuccino with espresso and foam blah blah blah. She caught herself mid-thought when he returned with her coffee. It was black and it was in a cup.
"$3.50," he said as he was ringing it up. "Anything else?"
"No, thanks." She paid and left with her coffee and smiled as it warmed her hands. She must have been mental paying that kind of price for a cup of black coffee. Careful not to burn herself, she took a sip of the steaming black liquid and looked at the city skyline. The sun was just peaking past the buildings and the sky was a clear blue but there was a chill to the air that heralded the approaching winter. She thought back to her warm bed and Remy, who must be awake by now. She was mental, she decided, for leaving him there and venturing out so early in the morning. She consoled herself with another sip of coffee and let her mind wander as she walked.
Elaine Mercer. It had been a while since she had heard that name. And now, after all these years to receive an e-mail from her. She had been utterly bored, bored, bored out of her mind this past week. So bored that even staying awake seemed impossible. She dragged herself to her computer last night to check her e-mail when she found the message from Elaine waiting there. It appears she was calling in her marker.
Remy sauntered into the kitchen, following the heavenly scent of coffee. Ororo stood facing the kitchen counter with her back to him. She was draped in a beige silk housecoat, her stark white mane twisted into a ponytail that gently lay on her shoulder and caressed her chocolate coloured throat. She turned as he approached and passed him a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Remy." Her smile warmed him and he returned it easily.
"Morning, Ro." He followed her to the island in the centre of the kitchen and sat down across from her. "No one up yet?"
She eyed him from over the rim of her cup. "Logan is out for a run. I saw Rogue leave about an hour ago." She studied him briefly before she added, "Is there anyone else you were interested in, or just Rogue?"
"Neh." He chuckled. "Seulement mon amour."
"She seems out of sorts lately." She commented offhandedly.
"Bored mostly, I think. But she's not adjusting to de 'normal' life as easily as she thinks she should." Makes two of us, he silently added to himself. "She say where she was going?"
"Where who was going?" Jean asked as she entered the room.
"Rogue."
Bobby stumbled into the room behind her, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. A yawn escaped from him as he stretched and groaned. Still half asleep, he walked into Jean and nearly fell down. "Oh, sorry Jean" he mumbled as he staggered to the coffee pot.
"Rough night Robert?" Ororo asked, a smile played with the corners of her mouth as Bobby slouched on the counter letting it hold most of his weight and poured his coffee.
"Uhhh."
"Where is Rogue?" Jean queried, her attention on Remy.
"Ma petite, she went out." Remy drank his coffee. "Didn't say where."
