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of my life. They belong completely to someone else.
A/N: I'm a horrible, horrible person. I know. I haven't updated in months and there are probably people out there who think that I've given up on this story. I haven't. It's just taking me longer than I thought with updates due to a small case of writer's block. Which I was still experiencing last night when I decided not to take it anymore and blasted through it. By working on this. Sorry the chapter is so short but I decided that I wanted this chapter to be just about Rogue and Pietro. Hope you enjoy. And thanks to anyone still reading this, welcome to anyone who is just starting to read this and please don't forget to review!
If he'd asked her, she could've denied him. Denied him, it, and everything. And it would've been so much simpler if that were the case, she thought as she stared up at him.
But this wasn't a question. This was a demand. Maybe even an order. She hated orders. Yet even as Pietro leaned down towards her, she couldn't move and wasn't sure she even wanted to anymore. Then he was kissing her and she was losing herself in the sensation of his lips against hers.
And for the briefest moment, she reveled in it.
He was pulling back now, a bit disoriented, but not enough to lessen the intensity of his gaze as he looked down at her. It occurred to her that this kiss was the longest time that she'd ever had contact with someone without knocking them out and she felt a current of shock run through her at the thought.
"That's real." He said. "It's there and there's no use denying it." She shook her head, opening her mouth to say something but was cut off as he straightened, putting just a bit more distance between them. "You're a good friend, Rogue." He paused, letting that sink in, knowing that it wasn't something he went around saying everyday. "I want more." He was telling her what he'd known since the day he'd gone looking through her things and found himself staring at a drawing of himself. Rogue shook her head.
"You ask for too much, Pietro." She said her voice low, her gaze steady. His eyes flared.
"You don't ask for enough." He snapped at her. And, finally, Pietro said out loud what he was thinking, feeling. "You think I'm enjoying this? Do you think, it's a game I made up to pass my time? It's not. It's damn confusing, that's what it is. And I hate feeling confused. But I realized something when I saw that drawing, Rogue. I've already told you this once and I'm telling you again. I want you to be more than just a friend. And you're just going to have to deal with it!" he finally concluded in frustration.
At that, Rogue let her eyes narrow and let her temper rise. She stood up, moving so that she was facing him.
"Deal with it? You say something like that to me and I'm just supposed to deal with it? With how you feel? You arrogant bastard, what about what I feel?" she demanded. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe that was a one-time deal?" she said, not caring that her behavior said otherwise.
"Was it?" Pietro asked. He turned his gaze towards hers, waiting for her answer. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd do if it turned out that all of this was just some weird fluke. Then he gave himself a mental slap.
What was he thinking? Of course this wasn't a weird fluke. For one thing, it was him they were talking about and for another Rogue couldn't exactly deny that she'd been acting strange and trying to avoid him. And if it was just a fluke or something, well then why would she avoid him? She'd have nothing to worry about then. She couldn't deny what he'd seen with his own eyes.
Rogue paused. Just by asking that one question, he was giving her an out, whether he knew it or not. This was no demand, and it wasn't an order. This time it was a question. And now, though she had the chance, she wouldn't deny it. She shook her head.
"No." she sighed. "It wasn't, Pietro." Pietro gave her a slow smile that she could've sworn carried just a hint of smugness. Then again, it was Pietro.
"Yeah. I figured." He said in reply. She shook her head as she looked at him, rolling her eyes a bit. And just that easily, any awkwardness they'd been feeling, any frustration, disappeared as they fell back into their old routine.
Both of them knew that they hadn't completely solved the problem, whatever the problem might be, but they also knew that they gotten a whole lot closer to a solution compared to where they'd been earlier that day.
"Come on." Pietro turned towards the door, pulling Rogue with him, deciding to let the subject rest for now. "I hear Tabitha's got a new boyfriend. Let's go find out who he is." Rogue shuddered at the thought of getting involved in this. Especially when she considered what had happened the last time Pietro had wanted to know who Tabitha was dating. Tabitha had accused Pietro of being an interfering nosey moron, tossed a little bomb in his direction, and walked out of the room. Not that that had made Pietro give up. He'd wanted to know since he and Tabitha seemed to make it a point to harass each other about whoever they were dating at the time. Everything that had followed just led to more chaos. Rogue shook her head again.
"I'm doomed." She muttered.
A/N: I'm a horrible, horrible person. I know. I haven't updated in months and there are probably people out there who think that I've given up on this story. I haven't. It's just taking me longer than I thought with updates due to a small case of writer's block. Which I was still experiencing last night when I decided not to take it anymore and blasted through it. By working on this. Sorry the chapter is so short but I decided that I wanted this chapter to be just about Rogue and Pietro. Hope you enjoy. And thanks to anyone still reading this, welcome to anyone who is just starting to read this and please don't forget to review!
If he'd asked her, she could've denied him. Denied him, it, and everything. And it would've been so much simpler if that were the case, she thought as she stared up at him.
But this wasn't a question. This was a demand. Maybe even an order. She hated orders. Yet even as Pietro leaned down towards her, she couldn't move and wasn't sure she even wanted to anymore. Then he was kissing her and she was losing herself in the sensation of his lips against hers.
And for the briefest moment, she reveled in it.
He was pulling back now, a bit disoriented, but not enough to lessen the intensity of his gaze as he looked down at her. It occurred to her that this kiss was the longest time that she'd ever had contact with someone without knocking them out and she felt a current of shock run through her at the thought.
"That's real." He said. "It's there and there's no use denying it." She shook her head, opening her mouth to say something but was cut off as he straightened, putting just a bit more distance between them. "You're a good friend, Rogue." He paused, letting that sink in, knowing that it wasn't something he went around saying everyday. "I want more." He was telling her what he'd known since the day he'd gone looking through her things and found himself staring at a drawing of himself. Rogue shook her head.
"You ask for too much, Pietro." She said her voice low, her gaze steady. His eyes flared.
"You don't ask for enough." He snapped at her. And, finally, Pietro said out loud what he was thinking, feeling. "You think I'm enjoying this? Do you think, it's a game I made up to pass my time? It's not. It's damn confusing, that's what it is. And I hate feeling confused. But I realized something when I saw that drawing, Rogue. I've already told you this once and I'm telling you again. I want you to be more than just a friend. And you're just going to have to deal with it!" he finally concluded in frustration.
At that, Rogue let her eyes narrow and let her temper rise. She stood up, moving so that she was facing him.
"Deal with it? You say something like that to me and I'm just supposed to deal with it? With how you feel? You arrogant bastard, what about what I feel?" she demanded. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe that was a one-time deal?" she said, not caring that her behavior said otherwise.
"Was it?" Pietro asked. He turned his gaze towards hers, waiting for her answer. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd do if it turned out that all of this was just some weird fluke. Then he gave himself a mental slap.
What was he thinking? Of course this wasn't a weird fluke. For one thing, it was him they were talking about and for another Rogue couldn't exactly deny that she'd been acting strange and trying to avoid him. And if it was just a fluke or something, well then why would she avoid him? She'd have nothing to worry about then. She couldn't deny what he'd seen with his own eyes.
Rogue paused. Just by asking that one question, he was giving her an out, whether he knew it or not. This was no demand, and it wasn't an order. This time it was a question. And now, though she had the chance, she wouldn't deny it. She shook her head.
"No." she sighed. "It wasn't, Pietro." Pietro gave her a slow smile that she could've sworn carried just a hint of smugness. Then again, it was Pietro.
"Yeah. I figured." He said in reply. She shook her head as she looked at him, rolling her eyes a bit. And just that easily, any awkwardness they'd been feeling, any frustration, disappeared as they fell back into their old routine.
Both of them knew that they hadn't completely solved the problem, whatever the problem might be, but they also knew that they gotten a whole lot closer to a solution compared to where they'd been earlier that day.
"Come on." Pietro turned towards the door, pulling Rogue with him, deciding to let the subject rest for now. "I hear Tabitha's got a new boyfriend. Let's go find out who he is." Rogue shuddered at the thought of getting involved in this. Especially when she considered what had happened the last time Pietro had wanted to know who Tabitha was dating. Tabitha had accused Pietro of being an interfering nosey moron, tossed a little bomb in his direction, and walked out of the room. Not that that had made Pietro give up. He'd wanted to know since he and Tabitha seemed to make it a point to harass each other about whoever they were dating at the time. Everything that had followed just led to more chaos. Rogue shook her head again.
"I'm doomed." She muttered.