Hidden Feelings
Deathsshadow000
AN: I'm thinking that their feelings aren't so hidden. Oh, well. Anyways the story starts off the day after everybody just left. Alrighty then let's begin.
Disclaimer:....................We all know what I'm going to say, right?
Week One/ Day One
That morning after the pillow fight Rogue avoided Jean like the plague. She had been meticulously avoiding her from dawn till dusk. She had created her own dance waltzing around Jean, side stepping and avoiding any such contact much to the disgruntlement of the young telekinetic.
That morning when she had gone down to eat breakfast Rogue had been in the kitchen but the moment she stepped into the room Rogue left with a mumbled good morning and the kitchen door left swinging at her back. The day progressed much the same with Rogue leaving with a mumbled goodbye as soon as Jean stepped into the room. So, Jean spent her time wandering around the mansion, in the living room watching the TV or in the library reading a book, which is where she stayed until late in the after noon.
'This is not how I planned it would go. Maybe I should try and find Rogue..... no, tried that. She has a knack for disappearing and even if I do find her she'll leave before I can say a word.' Jean sat ensconced in the deep wing backed chair that was situated near the fireplace, her legs neatly tucked under her. 'This thing is more like a mini couch. There's at least enough for two people to sit on this thing.' She had already stoked the fireplace in preparation of the coming night which she was sure would be very cold. 'This IS New York.' However, Jean's mind turned to the more pressing problem, the problem being how to get Rogue to talk to her, but first she had to figure out how to keep her in the same room. 'I could lock her in the room with me but I'm sure she wouldn't like that. Maybe I could hold her in place with my telekinesis? No, I want her to stay of her own free will.' Jean came up with idea after idea only to toss them back into the churning waters of her mind. She was still contemplating on what to do and how to go about it when the object of her desire and her heart came into the room. She was startled when she heard the thick, sultry southern accent come from within the very same room as her.
"Hey Jean." Rogue stood leaning her back against the hard oak wood door, her head slightly cast down and out of view from Jean.
"Hey Rogue." Jean pulled herself out of the chair and came to stand at the back of the large chair. They stood there in silence neither one of them willing to start the conversation. It was deafening. Finally, after what seemed to be hours of the torturing silence Rogue timidly moved forward toward the center of the space that separated her from Jean. When she stopped she was naught but a few feet away from the beautiful red haired angel.
'Gods, what would Jean say if she heard my thoughts? Her, the angel and me the demon.'
" Rogue....... I need to talk to you. Look I'm-"
"No wait Jean. I need to say something first. I wanted to..... to thank you. It's nice to know that someone is gonna be there for me If I need 'em."
"I'll always be there to help you Rogue all you have to do is ask. Friends?" Jean stuck out her hand towards her fellow teammate and watched as the young Goth looked at the hand skeptically. "Don't worry Rogue. I don't bite." 'At least not right now. That has better use in other demanding extra curricular activities.' Rogue just glared at Jean, choosing to ignore the sarcastic comment. She took Jean's hand in her own, shook it once and then shoved back into her face.
"Temper, temper and here Rogue I thought we were friends." Jean smiled devilishly at her fellow teammate.
Rogue simply glared at her new "friend". She wanted to say something but decided against it. She turned and headed out of the library leaving Jean standing beside the chair with a small smile on her face. After Rogue had left Jean went to stand by the window and watched the sun set, the smile never once faltering, never once leaving her face.
Week One/ Day Two
The second day of Rogue and Jean's time together progressed much the same as the day before except that the silence wasn't strained, there was no dance created to avoid one another and there had been moments when they had spent time with one another. Moments in which they sat in a complete yet comfortable silence and at other times they traded words, mostly sarcastic comments meant to arouse a stimulating battle of vocabulary. Rogue had won most of those battles, thus earning the name Queen of Sarcasm bestowed upon her by her competitor Jean who received no such title.
It was late into the night when Rogue decided to go for a walk around the mansion. She dressed herself, forgoing a jacket for a pullover turtleneck sweater. 'I'll probably be frozen by the time I come back in but I can survive.' She left her room being extremely careful when she snuck past Jean's door at the end of the hall. Once she got past Jean's door she quietly rushed down the stairs and rushed out the back door into the freezing night.
However, Rogue was not the only person up late that night. Jean was in the library comfortably nestled in the big wing backed chair she had sat in the day before. She had a fire going in the fireplace and ever since they had been at the mansion by them selves, a whole two days, she had made sure that the fireplace in the library always had logs and small sticks and pinecones to keep it going. She had been unable to sleep but not because she was uncomfortable or unhappy. Indeed it was the opposite. Jean was quite happy and content with the events that happened that day. Never had she felt this peaceful, there was only one thing that could make it better. Rogue. The dark haired southern beauty, by her side and then wrapped together in a passionate embrace.
'Whoa, slow down girl. Three weeks together, alone in the mansion. We have plenty of time so just calm your thoughts.'
Rogue had been walking around the grounds of the mansion for almost an hour when she came across the lit library window. 'I guess Jean wasn't asleep.' Rogue stopped and stared up at the lightened window, making sure to stay out of the light that lay upon the snow covered ground. "How I wish I could be with you but it's not possible. I wish I could love you but it's like a demon loving an angel. The demon can look but never touch for fear of being the damned of the damned." Rogue kept looking at the lit window, envisioning the beautiful angel held within the light as she slowly slipped back into the darkness of the shadows and the frost bitten night leaving only a whisper. "Damn me. Damn me......please."
Okay, I'm really not happy with this chapter. I lost my notes, lost my train of concentration, lost my muse, lost my mind, lost, lost, LOST!!!! I'm sorry for not making this a better and longer chapter. Just please, please bear with me. School has made everything hectic. Goes as saying please R&R, flames are totally welcomed as long as you can give me good, logical reasons as to why you're flaming me (just look at what I mentioned). Remember people constructive not DESTRUCTIVE criticism. Love ya'll!
(turns away from computer screen mumbling) Gotta lay off the coke (and not the kind you sniff).
Deathsshadow000
AN: I'm thinking that their feelings aren't so hidden. Oh, well. Anyways the story starts off the day after everybody just left. Alrighty then let's begin.
Disclaimer:....................We all know what I'm going to say, right?
Week One/ Day One
That morning after the pillow fight Rogue avoided Jean like the plague. She had been meticulously avoiding her from dawn till dusk. She had created her own dance waltzing around Jean, side stepping and avoiding any such contact much to the disgruntlement of the young telekinetic.
That morning when she had gone down to eat breakfast Rogue had been in the kitchen but the moment she stepped into the room Rogue left with a mumbled good morning and the kitchen door left swinging at her back. The day progressed much the same with Rogue leaving with a mumbled goodbye as soon as Jean stepped into the room. So, Jean spent her time wandering around the mansion, in the living room watching the TV or in the library reading a book, which is where she stayed until late in the after noon.
'This is not how I planned it would go. Maybe I should try and find Rogue..... no, tried that. She has a knack for disappearing and even if I do find her she'll leave before I can say a word.' Jean sat ensconced in the deep wing backed chair that was situated near the fireplace, her legs neatly tucked under her. 'This thing is more like a mini couch. There's at least enough for two people to sit on this thing.' She had already stoked the fireplace in preparation of the coming night which she was sure would be very cold. 'This IS New York.' However, Jean's mind turned to the more pressing problem, the problem being how to get Rogue to talk to her, but first she had to figure out how to keep her in the same room. 'I could lock her in the room with me but I'm sure she wouldn't like that. Maybe I could hold her in place with my telekinesis? No, I want her to stay of her own free will.' Jean came up with idea after idea only to toss them back into the churning waters of her mind. She was still contemplating on what to do and how to go about it when the object of her desire and her heart came into the room. She was startled when she heard the thick, sultry southern accent come from within the very same room as her.
"Hey Jean." Rogue stood leaning her back against the hard oak wood door, her head slightly cast down and out of view from Jean.
"Hey Rogue." Jean pulled herself out of the chair and came to stand at the back of the large chair. They stood there in silence neither one of them willing to start the conversation. It was deafening. Finally, after what seemed to be hours of the torturing silence Rogue timidly moved forward toward the center of the space that separated her from Jean. When she stopped she was naught but a few feet away from the beautiful red haired angel.
'Gods, what would Jean say if she heard my thoughts? Her, the angel and me the demon.'
" Rogue....... I need to talk to you. Look I'm-"
"No wait Jean. I need to say something first. I wanted to..... to thank you. It's nice to know that someone is gonna be there for me If I need 'em."
"I'll always be there to help you Rogue all you have to do is ask. Friends?" Jean stuck out her hand towards her fellow teammate and watched as the young Goth looked at the hand skeptically. "Don't worry Rogue. I don't bite." 'At least not right now. That has better use in other demanding extra curricular activities.' Rogue just glared at Jean, choosing to ignore the sarcastic comment. She took Jean's hand in her own, shook it once and then shoved back into her face.
"Temper, temper and here Rogue I thought we were friends." Jean smiled devilishly at her fellow teammate.
Rogue simply glared at her new "friend". She wanted to say something but decided against it. She turned and headed out of the library leaving Jean standing beside the chair with a small smile on her face. After Rogue had left Jean went to stand by the window and watched the sun set, the smile never once faltering, never once leaving her face.
Week One/ Day Two
The second day of Rogue and Jean's time together progressed much the same as the day before except that the silence wasn't strained, there was no dance created to avoid one another and there had been moments when they had spent time with one another. Moments in which they sat in a complete yet comfortable silence and at other times they traded words, mostly sarcastic comments meant to arouse a stimulating battle of vocabulary. Rogue had won most of those battles, thus earning the name Queen of Sarcasm bestowed upon her by her competitor Jean who received no such title.
It was late into the night when Rogue decided to go for a walk around the mansion. She dressed herself, forgoing a jacket for a pullover turtleneck sweater. 'I'll probably be frozen by the time I come back in but I can survive.' She left her room being extremely careful when she snuck past Jean's door at the end of the hall. Once she got past Jean's door she quietly rushed down the stairs and rushed out the back door into the freezing night.
However, Rogue was not the only person up late that night. Jean was in the library comfortably nestled in the big wing backed chair she had sat in the day before. She had a fire going in the fireplace and ever since they had been at the mansion by them selves, a whole two days, she had made sure that the fireplace in the library always had logs and small sticks and pinecones to keep it going. She had been unable to sleep but not because she was uncomfortable or unhappy. Indeed it was the opposite. Jean was quite happy and content with the events that happened that day. Never had she felt this peaceful, there was only one thing that could make it better. Rogue. The dark haired southern beauty, by her side and then wrapped together in a passionate embrace.
'Whoa, slow down girl. Three weeks together, alone in the mansion. We have plenty of time so just calm your thoughts.'
Rogue had been walking around the grounds of the mansion for almost an hour when she came across the lit library window. 'I guess Jean wasn't asleep.' Rogue stopped and stared up at the lightened window, making sure to stay out of the light that lay upon the snow covered ground. "How I wish I could be with you but it's not possible. I wish I could love you but it's like a demon loving an angel. The demon can look but never touch for fear of being the damned of the damned." Rogue kept looking at the lit window, envisioning the beautiful angel held within the light as she slowly slipped back into the darkness of the shadows and the frost bitten night leaving only a whisper. "Damn me. Damn me......please."
Okay, I'm really not happy with this chapter. I lost my notes, lost my train of concentration, lost my muse, lost my mind, lost, lost, LOST!!!! I'm sorry for not making this a better and longer chapter. Just please, please bear with me. School has made everything hectic. Goes as saying please R&R, flames are totally welcomed as long as you can give me good, logical reasons as to why you're flaming me (just look at what I mentioned). Remember people constructive not DESTRUCTIVE criticism. Love ya'll!
(turns away from computer screen mumbling) Gotta lay off the coke (and not the kind you sniff).