Ch.4 Hidden Feelings
Disclaimer: We all know what I'm gonna say, don't we? Say it with me, "I do not own X-Men Evolution and never will I", ...... I think I'm gonna cry.
Author's Notes: Oh! Thank you, thank you all for the reviews. I'm so happy! I'm gonna try real, REAL hard to make this fic really great. The muses were biting (really, really hard) and I was hyped up on kettle corn and root beer and this chapter is the product of that combination. Well, here it is the fourth chapter. OH! I HAVE FORGONE GIVING ROGUE AN ACCENT.
'Thoughts'
"Actual speaking"
Rogue and Jean stood on the landing outside the mansion watching as the last of their crew drove off to spend their Christmas with friends and family. The last to leave had been Ororo and her nephew Evan and even then they had waited to leave until evening. It had been a long and heartfelt goodbye. Ororo had shed some tears while Evan had just sighed and hurried to get into the car, trying to avoid all of the "feminine emotion". Jean's farewell had been subdued but there were tell tale signs suggesting that underneath that clam, subdued facade there was a feeling of excitement and a tension in her body that you could see in the flex of her muscles on her jaw line and in her legs. Not that Rogue had been looking at the finely shaped, well toned appendages of her team mate.... no, not at all. Rogue's goodbye had been quiet, as usual, and she had held back from hugging Ororo. However, the weather goddess had other plans. Ororo had grabbed Rogue gently by the shoulders and wrapped her in a comforting embrace leaving them with a promise to be back before New Years Eve.
"Well, what do you want to do now Rogue? The house is empty, we have three weeks of freedom, we're teenagers and we have been left to our own devices." Jean turned to Rogue rubbing her hands together with glee, forgoing the calm, composed façade.
Rogue turned to her one and only companion for the next three weeks, crossed her arms and raised a brow at Jean. "This is a side I haven't seen before...... well, there was that one time..."
"Ughh, don't remind me. I was on a power trip back then and if I recall right I wasn't the only one. I believe Kitty, Tabitha, Amara and a young, dark, gothic individual was also a member of our little girl squad."
"Mmmmphhh, stupmmghh, mumble, mumble, mumble." Rogue glared daggers at her team mate, hating to be reminded of that humiliating time. Although some of the things they had done had been fun, like walking down the school hallways, teachers and students alike, scrambling to get out of their way, when they went shopping for vigilante clothing, the times they trashed the bad guys and the time........... Rogue kept on thinking about all the fun times and realized that it hadn't been so bad. She smiled at a particularly funny memory. 'Oh boy that was-'
"What are you smiling about? What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing. Just remembering."
Jean turned her back to Rogue and started walking towards the front door to the mansion, also remembering all the fun times they had, "Yeah, we had some pretty fun times. Heh, I remember when we were finally caught by that cop. Ha, ha, that was funny, however, I'm glad she let us go. I was afraid the profess- Rogue, are you okay?"
Rogue just walked by Jean in a huff heading into the mansion, not at all pleased with the memory Jean was referring too, 'Oh yeah, that had been LOADS of fun. Yep, Mystique had a field day with that. Pretending to be that cop. Oooohhhh, I'll never forget that! Mystique gave me an earful. Yep, that was a blast!'
Jean came in behind Rogue closing the door and followed the young Goth into the living room, "Huh, umm, Rogue you okay? Did I say something?"
"Nope! Everything is PEACHY KEEN! Yep, no problems here. It's all okie- dokie." Rogue's voice was filled with restrained rage, her body stiff with tension and her face a mask of anger as she sat down on the couch stiffly and hugged a pillow to her chest.
Jean couldn't help but notice how the pillow pushed Rogue's breasts up and together. She also couldn't help but notice that the cotton stuffing was starting to burst from the seams because of Rogue's tight grip. Jean shook herself from her thoughts, promising to examine the more... prominent ones later. "What? What I say? I didn't insult you. I know we all had a blast when we were vigilantes and even when we were caught by that cop, which happens to be one of my personal fav-" Jean never got to finish what she was saying as a pillow was lodged into her face. She fell back onto a chair and over the other side from the force of the blow.
'Ha, ha, got her! Never knew a pillow could look so good on someone's face.'
Jean heard the mental remark and she could hear the perpetrator trying to contain their laughter but were failing miserably. She removed the pillow from her face and leaned up on her elbows staring at the person across the room.
"Ha.....ha.....muffle, muffle. Sorry 'bout that. It slipped." Rogue smirked and shrugged her shoulders from behind the cover of another pillow as she stood up, fully intending to leave the room before the telepath could exact revenge only to be stopped short as the very same pillow she had thrown moments before came in contact with the back of her skull.
Rogue turned around slowly, when she had turned around completely she looked at the red head through slitted eyes, taking in the sprawling form. From the painted toes, the finely shaped and muscled legs encased in blue jeans, the well toned stomach that peeked out from under a red turtle neck, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath, her arms strong yet so gentle, the graceful hands that had helped her up so many times and to a face framed by crimson hair and eyes that shined from within because of some......inexplicable emotion and her lips, 'Gods her lips.' Full and beautiful permanently stained pink. Those same lips were turned upward, not quite a smile yet.....more like a lover's smirk. Rogue shook herself mentally and again took in the form before her. She realized that the person was only missing one small accessory......a pillow.
"So, that's how you wanna play."
"Maybe...... Maybe not." Jean's smirk only grew as she leaned farther up on her elbows and bent one of her legs at the knee.
"Alright, if this is how you want it but you asked for it."
Without warning Rogue picked up another pillow and pounced on the form before her. Strattling her victims hips she "Fired her artillery" and hit the bulls eye. She connected with her foes face, chest and legs. She gave her enemy no quarter. However, Jean soon gained the upper hand by rolling them over, she used her telekinesis to take the pillows away from Rogue and then she grabbed Rogue by her hands, entwining her fingers with her captive's and pinning them to the side of her head.
The two stayed in that position, legs and hands entwined together forming an unbreakable bond. They both stared deeply into depths of green; their breathing was ragged from the exertion of the pillow fight and their bodies were inches apart. Jean still firmly held her opponent to the ground using her weight as a leverage and her hands firmly anchored Rogue's gloved hands to the ground.
"Do you surrender Rogue?"
"What happens if I don't want to surrender? What are you going to do?"
"Good question, however, it would seem that I could do anything I want too considering the position you're in." Jean relaxed her weight onto Rogue's body more firmly; molding their bodies together and leaning her head into the crook of Rogue's neck she inhaled the scent of her hair and perfume. Jean closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh of pleasure. Rogue gasped in surprise and pleasure as her body came into full contact with Jean's and her breath caressed over her skin.
'Gods, what is she doing? It feels so good....so right.'
"This is one of my favorite parts of you. I just want to rest here like this and breathe you in. You smell absolutely," (inhale), "delicious."
Rogue was lost in a delicious dream of warmth and pleasure underneath the form of the beautiful telekinetic. She relaxed, feeling the weight of Jean press her into the carpeted floor of the living room. She loved the way their bodies molded together, like two pieces of a puzzle, every curve, every dip, every angle had it's own niche on the other person's body. She especially loved the way the hands were locked together, their own personal embrace.......a gloved embrace.
Rogue shook herself out of her trance, unlocking their hands she pushed on Jean's shoulders lightly. Jean sat back on her knee's looking at Rogue to see what was wrong but Rogue had her face turned away, guarding her emotions from the others view.
"Rogue? What's wrong?"
Rogue looked through her bangs at Jean's caring expression and her heart nearly broke.
"Nothing.......I......I have something to do. Excuse me." Rogue accent was thick and her voice slightly broken. She picked herself up off the floor, making sure her face was turned away from the young woman on the floor she all but ran from the room.....and from her heart.
Jean slammed her fist on the floor letting slip a few choice words as the impact caused pain to shoot up and down the length of her arm. She clutched her hand to her chest as she gently massaged the injured appendage, thinking of only a few minutes before and how it had been entwined with Rogue's. Jean sighed, one of exhaustion or sadness she didn't know. She slowly pulled herself off the ground and left the room. Heading towards the stairs she glimpsed Rogue's form heading into the Danger Room. Jean stood and stared at the door, undecided as to whether she should go to her or just let it be. She stood there for minutes until she finally headed up the stairs, her head down and her body weary. She headed into her room and collapsed on the bed, her face shoved into her pillow.
'Wonderful. The perfect start to a long vacation." Even in her mind Jean could see the words drip sarcasm and gave a small smile at the mental image.
'What should I do?' Jean turned over onto her back, resting one of her arms across her forehead and leaving the other to rest above her head on the pillow, she looked at the ceiling wondering what she should do. Jean lay there for an eternity before shooting up off the bed and over to her desk. Grabbing pen and paper she went and sat back down on the bed Indian style. Concentrating hard she began to write only to crumple the paper up and throw it on the floor. Grabbing another piece she began the process again. By the time she had finished two hours had already passed and the floor was littered with crumpled sheets of paper. She folded the note and retrieved an envelope from her desk. Quickly sealing the note in the envelope she rushed out of her room and down the hall until she stood before Rogue's door. Using her mutant powers she scanned the room to make sure it was empty. After clarifying it was safe she went in and left the note on Rogue's bed laying on the pillow. Sighing, Jean left and returned to her own room, taking her time she took a scorching shower and got ready for bed. She dressed in her midnight blue shorts and tank top. Crawling under the covers, she turned off the light promising herself to clean up all the paper on the floor in the morning.
MANSION KITCHEN
Rogue grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and gulped it down. After finishing that bottle she reached in and retrieved another one. She took the bottle upstairs with her and into her room. Setting the bottle on her nightstand she headed into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She dressed in her regular pj's and was about to crawl under the covers when she noticed the envelope that lay on her pillow. Picking it up Rogue opened it and sat down on the edge of her bed, one of her legs tucked under her, she began to read the elegant script.
Rogue,
I didn't mean to hurt you (if that is what I did). I just want to help you cope with your powers. Please don't push me away (I'll just come back if you do). Can't we be friends? I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you if you want to talk. I am your friend and I will always be here for you.
Jean
Rogue clutched the paper to her chest, crumpling it in her tight grip, trying with all her might not to let the tears fall, the tears that were battling against her closed eyes, a battle that Rogue was losing.
'Damn you Jean. Damn you. I don't want you as a friend but as a lover. A lover, a love I can never have.' Rogue threw the piece of paper into the trash, nearly shouting out in anger and frustration and sadness.
"Damn you. Why'd I have to love you? Why can't I be a heartless bitch?" Rogue's whisper echoed in the darkness and in a silence that was almost deafening. Slowly Rogue reached down into the trashcan and pulled the letter from Jean out of its depths. Carefully smoothing the letter out and refolding it she placed the letter back into the envelope and tucked it under her mattress. Rogue fell into her pillow and cried into the night.
JEAN'S ROOM
"Please don't cry Rogue. I never wanted to hurt you. I only want to love you."
Author Notes:
GODS!! This almost seems as if it's turning out to be a bad Romance novel, either that or a story with no plot (just kidding but I seem to always put them in situations when they're in close proximity of one another). Well, I hope this chapter was longer and better than the last ones and I'll be putting more chapters out hopefully because summer vacation is right around the corner. As for those of you who are reading my other fic(s) I'm going to be focusing on one fic at a time so after I finish this one I'll work on another. Okay, that's enough of my rambling.
Disclaimer: We all know what I'm gonna say, don't we? Say it with me, "I do not own X-Men Evolution and never will I", ...... I think I'm gonna cry.
Author's Notes: Oh! Thank you, thank you all for the reviews. I'm so happy! I'm gonna try real, REAL hard to make this fic really great. The muses were biting (really, really hard) and I was hyped up on kettle corn and root beer and this chapter is the product of that combination. Well, here it is the fourth chapter. OH! I HAVE FORGONE GIVING ROGUE AN ACCENT.
'Thoughts'
"Actual speaking"
Rogue and Jean stood on the landing outside the mansion watching as the last of their crew drove off to spend their Christmas with friends and family. The last to leave had been Ororo and her nephew Evan and even then they had waited to leave until evening. It had been a long and heartfelt goodbye. Ororo had shed some tears while Evan had just sighed and hurried to get into the car, trying to avoid all of the "feminine emotion". Jean's farewell had been subdued but there were tell tale signs suggesting that underneath that clam, subdued facade there was a feeling of excitement and a tension in her body that you could see in the flex of her muscles on her jaw line and in her legs. Not that Rogue had been looking at the finely shaped, well toned appendages of her team mate.... no, not at all. Rogue's goodbye had been quiet, as usual, and she had held back from hugging Ororo. However, the weather goddess had other plans. Ororo had grabbed Rogue gently by the shoulders and wrapped her in a comforting embrace leaving them with a promise to be back before New Years Eve.
"Well, what do you want to do now Rogue? The house is empty, we have three weeks of freedom, we're teenagers and we have been left to our own devices." Jean turned to Rogue rubbing her hands together with glee, forgoing the calm, composed façade.
Rogue turned to her one and only companion for the next three weeks, crossed her arms and raised a brow at Jean. "This is a side I haven't seen before...... well, there was that one time..."
"Ughh, don't remind me. I was on a power trip back then and if I recall right I wasn't the only one. I believe Kitty, Tabitha, Amara and a young, dark, gothic individual was also a member of our little girl squad."
"Mmmmphhh, stupmmghh, mumble, mumble, mumble." Rogue glared daggers at her team mate, hating to be reminded of that humiliating time. Although some of the things they had done had been fun, like walking down the school hallways, teachers and students alike, scrambling to get out of their way, when they went shopping for vigilante clothing, the times they trashed the bad guys and the time........... Rogue kept on thinking about all the fun times and realized that it hadn't been so bad. She smiled at a particularly funny memory. 'Oh boy that was-'
"What are you smiling about? What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing. Just remembering."
Jean turned her back to Rogue and started walking towards the front door to the mansion, also remembering all the fun times they had, "Yeah, we had some pretty fun times. Heh, I remember when we were finally caught by that cop. Ha, ha, that was funny, however, I'm glad she let us go. I was afraid the profess- Rogue, are you okay?"
Rogue just walked by Jean in a huff heading into the mansion, not at all pleased with the memory Jean was referring too, 'Oh yeah, that had been LOADS of fun. Yep, Mystique had a field day with that. Pretending to be that cop. Oooohhhh, I'll never forget that! Mystique gave me an earful. Yep, that was a blast!'
Jean came in behind Rogue closing the door and followed the young Goth into the living room, "Huh, umm, Rogue you okay? Did I say something?"
"Nope! Everything is PEACHY KEEN! Yep, no problems here. It's all okie- dokie." Rogue's voice was filled with restrained rage, her body stiff with tension and her face a mask of anger as she sat down on the couch stiffly and hugged a pillow to her chest.
Jean couldn't help but notice how the pillow pushed Rogue's breasts up and together. She also couldn't help but notice that the cotton stuffing was starting to burst from the seams because of Rogue's tight grip. Jean shook herself from her thoughts, promising to examine the more... prominent ones later. "What? What I say? I didn't insult you. I know we all had a blast when we were vigilantes and even when we were caught by that cop, which happens to be one of my personal fav-" Jean never got to finish what she was saying as a pillow was lodged into her face. She fell back onto a chair and over the other side from the force of the blow.
'Ha, ha, got her! Never knew a pillow could look so good on someone's face.'
Jean heard the mental remark and she could hear the perpetrator trying to contain their laughter but were failing miserably. She removed the pillow from her face and leaned up on her elbows staring at the person across the room.
"Ha.....ha.....muffle, muffle. Sorry 'bout that. It slipped." Rogue smirked and shrugged her shoulders from behind the cover of another pillow as she stood up, fully intending to leave the room before the telepath could exact revenge only to be stopped short as the very same pillow she had thrown moments before came in contact with the back of her skull.
Rogue turned around slowly, when she had turned around completely she looked at the red head through slitted eyes, taking in the sprawling form. From the painted toes, the finely shaped and muscled legs encased in blue jeans, the well toned stomach that peeked out from under a red turtle neck, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath, her arms strong yet so gentle, the graceful hands that had helped her up so many times and to a face framed by crimson hair and eyes that shined from within because of some......inexplicable emotion and her lips, 'Gods her lips.' Full and beautiful permanently stained pink. Those same lips were turned upward, not quite a smile yet.....more like a lover's smirk. Rogue shook herself mentally and again took in the form before her. She realized that the person was only missing one small accessory......a pillow.
"So, that's how you wanna play."
"Maybe...... Maybe not." Jean's smirk only grew as she leaned farther up on her elbows and bent one of her legs at the knee.
"Alright, if this is how you want it but you asked for it."
Without warning Rogue picked up another pillow and pounced on the form before her. Strattling her victims hips she "Fired her artillery" and hit the bulls eye. She connected with her foes face, chest and legs. She gave her enemy no quarter. However, Jean soon gained the upper hand by rolling them over, she used her telekinesis to take the pillows away from Rogue and then she grabbed Rogue by her hands, entwining her fingers with her captive's and pinning them to the side of her head.
The two stayed in that position, legs and hands entwined together forming an unbreakable bond. They both stared deeply into depths of green; their breathing was ragged from the exertion of the pillow fight and their bodies were inches apart. Jean still firmly held her opponent to the ground using her weight as a leverage and her hands firmly anchored Rogue's gloved hands to the ground.
"Do you surrender Rogue?"
"What happens if I don't want to surrender? What are you going to do?"
"Good question, however, it would seem that I could do anything I want too considering the position you're in." Jean relaxed her weight onto Rogue's body more firmly; molding their bodies together and leaning her head into the crook of Rogue's neck she inhaled the scent of her hair and perfume. Jean closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh of pleasure. Rogue gasped in surprise and pleasure as her body came into full contact with Jean's and her breath caressed over her skin.
'Gods, what is she doing? It feels so good....so right.'
"This is one of my favorite parts of you. I just want to rest here like this and breathe you in. You smell absolutely," (inhale), "delicious."
Rogue was lost in a delicious dream of warmth and pleasure underneath the form of the beautiful telekinetic. She relaxed, feeling the weight of Jean press her into the carpeted floor of the living room. She loved the way their bodies molded together, like two pieces of a puzzle, every curve, every dip, every angle had it's own niche on the other person's body. She especially loved the way the hands were locked together, their own personal embrace.......a gloved embrace.
Rogue shook herself out of her trance, unlocking their hands she pushed on Jean's shoulders lightly. Jean sat back on her knee's looking at Rogue to see what was wrong but Rogue had her face turned away, guarding her emotions from the others view.
"Rogue? What's wrong?"
Rogue looked through her bangs at Jean's caring expression and her heart nearly broke.
"Nothing.......I......I have something to do. Excuse me." Rogue accent was thick and her voice slightly broken. She picked herself up off the floor, making sure her face was turned away from the young woman on the floor she all but ran from the room.....and from her heart.
Jean slammed her fist on the floor letting slip a few choice words as the impact caused pain to shoot up and down the length of her arm. She clutched her hand to her chest as she gently massaged the injured appendage, thinking of only a few minutes before and how it had been entwined with Rogue's. Jean sighed, one of exhaustion or sadness she didn't know. She slowly pulled herself off the ground and left the room. Heading towards the stairs she glimpsed Rogue's form heading into the Danger Room. Jean stood and stared at the door, undecided as to whether she should go to her or just let it be. She stood there for minutes until she finally headed up the stairs, her head down and her body weary. She headed into her room and collapsed on the bed, her face shoved into her pillow.
'Wonderful. The perfect start to a long vacation." Even in her mind Jean could see the words drip sarcasm and gave a small smile at the mental image.
'What should I do?' Jean turned over onto her back, resting one of her arms across her forehead and leaving the other to rest above her head on the pillow, she looked at the ceiling wondering what she should do. Jean lay there for an eternity before shooting up off the bed and over to her desk. Grabbing pen and paper she went and sat back down on the bed Indian style. Concentrating hard she began to write only to crumple the paper up and throw it on the floor. Grabbing another piece she began the process again. By the time she had finished two hours had already passed and the floor was littered with crumpled sheets of paper. She folded the note and retrieved an envelope from her desk. Quickly sealing the note in the envelope she rushed out of her room and down the hall until she stood before Rogue's door. Using her mutant powers she scanned the room to make sure it was empty. After clarifying it was safe she went in and left the note on Rogue's bed laying on the pillow. Sighing, Jean left and returned to her own room, taking her time she took a scorching shower and got ready for bed. She dressed in her midnight blue shorts and tank top. Crawling under the covers, she turned off the light promising herself to clean up all the paper on the floor in the morning.
MANSION KITCHEN
Rogue grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and gulped it down. After finishing that bottle she reached in and retrieved another one. She took the bottle upstairs with her and into her room. Setting the bottle on her nightstand she headed into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She dressed in her regular pj's and was about to crawl under the covers when she noticed the envelope that lay on her pillow. Picking it up Rogue opened it and sat down on the edge of her bed, one of her legs tucked under her, she began to read the elegant script.
Rogue,
I didn't mean to hurt you (if that is what I did). I just want to help you cope with your powers. Please don't push me away (I'll just come back if you do). Can't we be friends? I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you if you want to talk. I am your friend and I will always be here for you.
Jean
Rogue clutched the paper to her chest, crumpling it in her tight grip, trying with all her might not to let the tears fall, the tears that were battling against her closed eyes, a battle that Rogue was losing.
'Damn you Jean. Damn you. I don't want you as a friend but as a lover. A lover, a love I can never have.' Rogue threw the piece of paper into the trash, nearly shouting out in anger and frustration and sadness.
"Damn you. Why'd I have to love you? Why can't I be a heartless bitch?" Rogue's whisper echoed in the darkness and in a silence that was almost deafening. Slowly Rogue reached down into the trashcan and pulled the letter from Jean out of its depths. Carefully smoothing the letter out and refolding it she placed the letter back into the envelope and tucked it under her mattress. Rogue fell into her pillow and cried into the night.
JEAN'S ROOM
"Please don't cry Rogue. I never wanted to hurt you. I only want to love you."
Author Notes:
GODS!! This almost seems as if it's turning out to be a bad Romance novel, either that or a story with no plot (just kidding but I seem to always put them in situations when they're in close proximity of one another). Well, I hope this chapter was longer and better than the last ones and I'll be putting more chapters out hopefully because summer vacation is right around the corner. As for those of you who are reading my other fic(s) I'm going to be focusing on one fic at a time so after I finish this one I'll work on another. Okay, that's enough of my rambling.