One
The subways sped by through the cement tunnels to nowhere. There I stood, black trench coat, spike collar, nets, dark-green wife-beater, gloves with the fingers cut, pleather skirt and tight black pants, and my lips, along with my nails, glossed in black. I was supposed to be watching the subway… I was too distracted by John flicking his lighter… It echoed.
He began to walk over. I flipped my hair; you know played it casual.
"Rogue,"
"Hiyah sugah." My black rimmed, eyelids, accompanied by green hues, survey him.
"What?" He queried.
"Nuthin' sugah," I turn my gaze to the subway… Still nothing.
"Rogue?" He stuck his lighter in his pocket.
"Mmm?"
"You an' Remy still t'gether?"
"Hells nawh. Wha'?"
"Jus' wonderin'" He looked wistful.
"Hopin' t' ask meh out uh sumthin'?
"Do you want to?"
"Shure, ah ain' got nuthin' bettuh t' do."
We both paused for a moment… As it charged with tension… Suddenly in a flash of subway tearing through our lips met, he kissed me soft and deep. Pulled up in the moment… Our new 'runaway mutant' streaked past us in the exodus and influx of populace…
XxX
"What could you've been doing… at the same time that lost us this girl? Magneto probably has her now." Scott said crossly.
"Nuthin' we jus' didn' see er' the subway isn't th' best location."
"Fine then, call me when you think of something better."
He left, slamming the door shut in a huff. Leaving John and I to our own devices once again.
"Fer' not bein' able to touch anyone, you sure are a killer kisser."
"Ain' that a coincidence." I joked.
"Mmmhmm." He flicked his lighter…
"Ahem, ah oughtuh go an' uhm…"
"Yeah, homework." John muttered.
"Yeah, me too…"
We both departed for our rooms. I blared my music, as did he. I fell into my pillows and blankets, wrapping myself into a long awaited sleep…
(To Be Continued…)