Hidden Feelings
Ch.4
Written by Deaths Shadow000
AN: Sorry this took so long to get out folks but I had a major writer's block when it came to this story. N-E ways I hope you enjoy. MAJOR thank you to my cousin who is my muse and who was kind enough to edit this for me. Love ya cuz!
Disclaimer: Why do we have to write these things? I know I don't own X-Men Evolution and you know I don't so what's the big deal with it? Do they want to see if they can just make us do it? What?! What's the big deal with the disclaimers?!
Rogue entered the mansion without a second thought (more like she made a mad dash for the safe haven of the mansion). She had just gotten home from school and was exhausted from the many lectures the teachers had given her. She wouldn't have to put up with the derogatory remarks from her classmates about the way she looked or listen to the teachers' monotonous voices... Well, at least not for three glorious weeks. Christmas vacation was finally there and she had the manor to herself. Everyone was going to be gone. It was just her in the mansion. Alone... Trapped... Imprisoned in a tomb.
Rogue slowed as she reached the steps, taking her time as she walked up them, contemplating a Christmas alone.
'Well, it's not like I haven't spent time alone before. Three weeks should be no problem. It's a miracle... A blessing. It should be a dream vacation... But why am I saying should? It IS; it WILL be my dream vacation. Won't it?'
Rogue was taken from her thoughts as she bumped into someone at the top of the stairs. She lost her balance and would have gone tumbling back down if not for the strong grip on her shoulders. For the second time that day, Rogue found herself in the arms of Jean Grey.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should watch where I'm going shouldn't I?"
Dark green eyes stared up at Jean wonderingly. Rogue noticed, absently, that Jean's eyes were the same color as a pair of jade earrings her foster mother used to own. 'And her hair...' It was a beautiful thing, full of life. It almost seemed to glow from within. Rogue found herself staring at that lustrous hair, fighting the urge to reach out and touch it, to find out if it was really as soft as it looked.
"Rogue? Rogue, are you okay?"
"..." Rogue stared up at Jean uncomprehendingly.
"Rogue snap out of it! You're starting to act like Kitty."
"..."
Jean waved her hand in front of Rogue's eyes, momentarily blocking herself from the other girl's line of sight. "ROGUE!"
"Oh!" The southern belle blinked. "Ummmmmm, eeeehhhh, uuhhhhh... did you say something?"
"Not at all Roguey," Jean sighed, sweat dropping. Rogue had been acting a little odd, but this was ridiculous. "Just wondering if you're okay. You really shouldn't space out for that long. It can cause serious damage to your mind. Just take a look at Kitty. You really do need to be careful when making faces. Your face can get stuck that way, you know."
"Faces?" There were those beautiful eyes again, staring into her own. Luckily, Rogue's mouth didn't really need much of her brain to uphold a conversation, or she would have been in trouble. " Ummm, what kind of faces?"
Jean leaned towards her. Her head was next to Rogue's, her mouth almost brushing the other girl's earlobe and her breath was a warm, gentle caress across Rogue's skin. Rogue closed her eyes as Jean whispered into her ear, voice low and husky, "Well, you had the dreamiest look on your face."
"Dreamy?" Rogue's voice was barely audible as she closed her eyes and breathed in Jean's scent. It was clean, like soap, but there was a faint scent of lavender. Rogue turned her head in towards the crook of Jean's neck.
"Hhhmmmmm, yes."
Rogue shivered as Jean took a step closer to her, their bodies almost brushing as again Jean caressed her body with her breath and her words.
"Yes. it's exactly like the one you're wearing now, except I do believe your eyes were open and your breathing wasn't as shallow."
Jean leaned back and watched as Rogue's eyes fluttered open to reveal two dark emeralds that were perfectly dazed.
"Yes..yes. That's how you looked." Jean took a step back a leaned forward conspiratorily and whispered yet again, "Well, you might want to hurry and get changed. We're having a danger room session before we eat dinner."
"Uh-huh."
Jean smiled at Rogue and walked down the stairs toward the danger room, 'It shouldn't take too long before Rogue comes to her senses and realizes her feelings for me.'
Rogue was sitting on her bed in her matching black pj's (pants/spaghetti strap) drying her hair, again thinking about Christmas and who was going to leave, correction, who was going to stay. After the danger room session every one went to clean up and came back together to eat dinner. Everyone was talking about who and what and where they were going to do, to see, to meet over the break when Jean announces that she's staying at the mansion with her. Just the two of them together..alone...no parental watch dogs. Rogue flopped back onto her pillow. She reached over and turned out the light and turned towards the window, staring out into the night. Her hair ,slightly damp, draped over her face like a ripped curtain and spread out onto her pillow in a mixture of dark crimson and snow white.
'Three whole weeks in the same house as HER..at least I won't be alone for Christmas.'
Rogue closed her eyes, not bothering to cover up or finish drying her hair. Soon she fell asleep not noticing the shadow move from her room nor hearing the door click as it was closed.
"Good night my sweet Rogue."
Well, peeps, what do you think? Can you guess who's gonna be on top? Please R&R.
Ch.4
Written by Deaths Shadow000
AN: Sorry this took so long to get out folks but I had a major writer's block when it came to this story. N-E ways I hope you enjoy. MAJOR thank you to my cousin who is my muse and who was kind enough to edit this for me. Love ya cuz!
Disclaimer: Why do we have to write these things? I know I don't own X-Men Evolution and you know I don't so what's the big deal with it? Do they want to see if they can just make us do it? What?! What's the big deal with the disclaimers?!
Rogue entered the mansion without a second thought (more like she made a mad dash for the safe haven of the mansion). She had just gotten home from school and was exhausted from the many lectures the teachers had given her. She wouldn't have to put up with the derogatory remarks from her classmates about the way she looked or listen to the teachers' monotonous voices... Well, at least not for three glorious weeks. Christmas vacation was finally there and she had the manor to herself. Everyone was going to be gone. It was just her in the mansion. Alone... Trapped... Imprisoned in a tomb.
Rogue slowed as she reached the steps, taking her time as she walked up them, contemplating a Christmas alone.
'Well, it's not like I haven't spent time alone before. Three weeks should be no problem. It's a miracle... A blessing. It should be a dream vacation... But why am I saying should? It IS; it WILL be my dream vacation. Won't it?'
Rogue was taken from her thoughts as she bumped into someone at the top of the stairs. She lost her balance and would have gone tumbling back down if not for the strong grip on her shoulders. For the second time that day, Rogue found herself in the arms of Jean Grey.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should watch where I'm going shouldn't I?"
Dark green eyes stared up at Jean wonderingly. Rogue noticed, absently, that Jean's eyes were the same color as a pair of jade earrings her foster mother used to own. 'And her hair...' It was a beautiful thing, full of life. It almost seemed to glow from within. Rogue found herself staring at that lustrous hair, fighting the urge to reach out and touch it, to find out if it was really as soft as it looked.
"Rogue? Rogue, are you okay?"
"..." Rogue stared up at Jean uncomprehendingly.
"Rogue snap out of it! You're starting to act like Kitty."
"..."
Jean waved her hand in front of Rogue's eyes, momentarily blocking herself from the other girl's line of sight. "ROGUE!"
"Oh!" The southern belle blinked. "Ummmmmm, eeeehhhh, uuhhhhh... did you say something?"
"Not at all Roguey," Jean sighed, sweat dropping. Rogue had been acting a little odd, but this was ridiculous. "Just wondering if you're okay. You really shouldn't space out for that long. It can cause serious damage to your mind. Just take a look at Kitty. You really do need to be careful when making faces. Your face can get stuck that way, you know."
"Faces?" There were those beautiful eyes again, staring into her own. Luckily, Rogue's mouth didn't really need much of her brain to uphold a conversation, or she would have been in trouble. " Ummm, what kind of faces?"
Jean leaned towards her. Her head was next to Rogue's, her mouth almost brushing the other girl's earlobe and her breath was a warm, gentle caress across Rogue's skin. Rogue closed her eyes as Jean whispered into her ear, voice low and husky, "Well, you had the dreamiest look on your face."
"Dreamy?" Rogue's voice was barely audible as she closed her eyes and breathed in Jean's scent. It was clean, like soap, but there was a faint scent of lavender. Rogue turned her head in towards the crook of Jean's neck.
"Hhhmmmmm, yes."
Rogue shivered as Jean took a step closer to her, their bodies almost brushing as again Jean caressed her body with her breath and her words.
"Yes. it's exactly like the one you're wearing now, except I do believe your eyes were open and your breathing wasn't as shallow."
Jean leaned back and watched as Rogue's eyes fluttered open to reveal two dark emeralds that were perfectly dazed.
"Yes..yes. That's how you looked." Jean took a step back a leaned forward conspiratorily and whispered yet again, "Well, you might want to hurry and get changed. We're having a danger room session before we eat dinner."
"Uh-huh."
Jean smiled at Rogue and walked down the stairs toward the danger room, 'It shouldn't take too long before Rogue comes to her senses and realizes her feelings for me.'
Rogue was sitting on her bed in her matching black pj's (pants/spaghetti strap) drying her hair, again thinking about Christmas and who was going to leave, correction, who was going to stay. After the danger room session every one went to clean up and came back together to eat dinner. Everyone was talking about who and what and where they were going to do, to see, to meet over the break when Jean announces that she's staying at the mansion with her. Just the two of them together..alone...no parental watch dogs. Rogue flopped back onto her pillow. She reached over and turned out the light and turned towards the window, staring out into the night. Her hair ,slightly damp, draped over her face like a ripped curtain and spread out onto her pillow in a mixture of dark crimson and snow white.
'Three whole weeks in the same house as HER..at least I won't be alone for Christmas.'
Rogue closed her eyes, not bothering to cover up or finish drying her hair. Soon she fell asleep not noticing the shadow move from her room nor hearing the door click as it was closed.
"Good night my sweet Rogue."
Well, peeps, what do you think? Can you guess who's gonna be on top? Please R&R.