Please forgive me for not updating in the past few days, I've had the flu.
My health isn't at its best, and probably neither is my writing.
Disclaimer-I don't own the X-men, I only wish I did.
PASSION
John pulled back from Rogue's mouth, catching his breath and giving his veins some time to recede back into his skin.
"There has to be and easier way." Rogue's words were punctured by her shallow breaths. It was distracting having John in her head, it was like having a second mind.
The two were in the kitchen, Rogue sitting on a stool with John standing between her legs, though it probably should have been the other way around. John looked like he was about to pass out.
"John, you're all pale and stuff, are you okay?"
John plastered on a grin. "I'm not complaining."
She sighed. It didn't matter if John complained, what mattered is that she had him stuck in her head, she had sucked so much of him he was beginning to add his own thoughts in with her own.
Don't worry about me Roguey, I'm tough, I can take it.
"Don't call me that." Rogue responded out loud.
"What?"
She shook her head. "Sorry. Look, maybe we should stop for a while, you know, 'til you get your strength back."
"Is that what you want?"
"Well. No, but, we can only do so much at a time John, I don't want to kill you."
"Hey, you can't kill me Rogue. I'm invincible, remember?"
"Not to me your not."
"Hey, that hurt." John put his hand over his heart, looking pained.
"Whatever, we should get to bed anyway, it's late."
"Wait."
"John, really-"
"No, I have an idea. It'll only take a sec." He added, looking at Rogue's impatient face.
"It better only take a second."
John pulled out his zippo and flicked it open. He started a flame and ran it along his fingertips, so that his fingers looked like they were covered in flame finger paint. He figured Rogue had already absorbed enough of his powers for this to work, but just in case he gave a kiss.
When he pulled away he traced her lips with his fingers, creating sort of a fiery lipstick.
Rogue's eyes were wide. "John what." she left her sentence unfinished as comprehension dawned on her face. "Oh," she said softly.
John kissed her, this time not feeling the pull of her power, just nice and toasty flames. He extinguished the flames on his hand so he wouldn't catch her hair on fire as he ran his fingers through it. This is much better, he thought.
See Rogue, what did I tell you. The John in Rogue's mind said.
Are you still there?
I'm afraid you're stuck with me. It's not that bad, I'm a blast to have around.
Can't I shut you up?
Now, why would you want to do something like that? Oh, by the way, Bobby has been, uh, pining.
What do you mean pining? And how can I trust you? I'm having a conversation in my head for God's sake! This doesn't feel right.
Look, I'm just saying. The real John doesn't want to tell you that Bobby's been all sad every since he screamed at you. He didn't really mean it. John thought if he told you, you'd forgive Bobby and go back to him. I just thought you should know before my all-knowing presence fades away.
Rogue was a little weirded out after having a conversation with the guy she was making out with in her head. She wasn't even sure if that made any sense. She didn't even know she could do that. Rogue could always feel the people she touched in her head, but it was like they weren't really defined. She could tell who they were, but she could never talk to them. Maybe she had just been touching John for too long. But that doesn't matter any more, she thought happily, enjoying the warmth that the fire brought.
Rogue pulled away as the last of the flames were smothered. John smiled.
"That was easier, right?"
"Yeah. A lot, actually. But, I just, well. It doesn't matter."
John narrowed his eyes. "What, I'm a bad kisser?"
"No," she grinned. "Look, forget it." how was she going to explain to him that she just had a conversation in her head with some of his thoughts that she had absorbed. She didn't think that would fly.
"Alright then, as long as you're not going to agonize over it. Cause I know girls do that. Kitty almost had a mental breakdown after she lost one of her lip thingys. She couldn't find it for a week."
"Look, I promise I won't have a mental breakdown."
"That's all I ask. You wouldn't be that good of a kisser if you were in a state of mental shock."
She punched him in the arm. "Shut up, I'm better than you any day."
"You want to prove it?" he grabbed her arm, forcing her to look in his eyes, they seemed to dance with amusement.
"I thought I already had."
He smirked. "Sure Roguey," he said, using her pet name he knew she hated.
"Don't call me that!"
"Whatever you say. Roguey."
Rogue raised her eyebrows. "Smart ass."
"Bitchy."
"Delinquent."
"Touchy."
"Bad seed."
"Oh, Rogue, now that's going too far. That really cut me deep." He put his hand on his chest and put his back to her.
In response, she just smirked and jumped on his back, careful not to touch his neck with her bare arms.
"What, am I your horse now? Going to ride me whenever you want?"
Rogue let out a small groan at the joke and then laughed. "I don't think that's possible, John. No matter how much you might want it."
"You never know."
"Well, I don't think they're going to invent fire-proof condoms anytime soon."
At this comment he hiked her higher on her back. "To your room, mademoiselle?"
"I think so, monsieur."
"Very good," at this they set off down the hallway, Rogue bouncing on John's back.
Disclaimer-I don't own the X-men, I only wish I did.
PASSION
John pulled back from Rogue's mouth, catching his breath and giving his veins some time to recede back into his skin.
"There has to be and easier way." Rogue's words were punctured by her shallow breaths. It was distracting having John in her head, it was like having a second mind.
The two were in the kitchen, Rogue sitting on a stool with John standing between her legs, though it probably should have been the other way around. John looked like he was about to pass out.
"John, you're all pale and stuff, are you okay?"
John plastered on a grin. "I'm not complaining."
She sighed. It didn't matter if John complained, what mattered is that she had him stuck in her head, she had sucked so much of him he was beginning to add his own thoughts in with her own.
Don't worry about me Roguey, I'm tough, I can take it.
"Don't call me that." Rogue responded out loud.
"What?"
She shook her head. "Sorry. Look, maybe we should stop for a while, you know, 'til you get your strength back."
"Is that what you want?"
"Well. No, but, we can only do so much at a time John, I don't want to kill you."
"Hey, you can't kill me Rogue. I'm invincible, remember?"
"Not to me your not."
"Hey, that hurt." John put his hand over his heart, looking pained.
"Whatever, we should get to bed anyway, it's late."
"Wait."
"John, really-"
"No, I have an idea. It'll only take a sec." He added, looking at Rogue's impatient face.
"It better only take a second."
John pulled out his zippo and flicked it open. He started a flame and ran it along his fingertips, so that his fingers looked like they were covered in flame finger paint. He figured Rogue had already absorbed enough of his powers for this to work, but just in case he gave a kiss.
When he pulled away he traced her lips with his fingers, creating sort of a fiery lipstick.
Rogue's eyes were wide. "John what." she left her sentence unfinished as comprehension dawned on her face. "Oh," she said softly.
John kissed her, this time not feeling the pull of her power, just nice and toasty flames. He extinguished the flames on his hand so he wouldn't catch her hair on fire as he ran his fingers through it. This is much better, he thought.
See Rogue, what did I tell you. The John in Rogue's mind said.
Are you still there?
I'm afraid you're stuck with me. It's not that bad, I'm a blast to have around.
Can't I shut you up?
Now, why would you want to do something like that? Oh, by the way, Bobby has been, uh, pining.
What do you mean pining? And how can I trust you? I'm having a conversation in my head for God's sake! This doesn't feel right.
Look, I'm just saying. The real John doesn't want to tell you that Bobby's been all sad every since he screamed at you. He didn't really mean it. John thought if he told you, you'd forgive Bobby and go back to him. I just thought you should know before my all-knowing presence fades away.
Rogue was a little weirded out after having a conversation with the guy she was making out with in her head. She wasn't even sure if that made any sense. She didn't even know she could do that. Rogue could always feel the people she touched in her head, but it was like they weren't really defined. She could tell who they were, but she could never talk to them. Maybe she had just been touching John for too long. But that doesn't matter any more, she thought happily, enjoying the warmth that the fire brought.
Rogue pulled away as the last of the flames were smothered. John smiled.
"That was easier, right?"
"Yeah. A lot, actually. But, I just, well. It doesn't matter."
John narrowed his eyes. "What, I'm a bad kisser?"
"No," she grinned. "Look, forget it." how was she going to explain to him that she just had a conversation in her head with some of his thoughts that she had absorbed. She didn't think that would fly.
"Alright then, as long as you're not going to agonize over it. Cause I know girls do that. Kitty almost had a mental breakdown after she lost one of her lip thingys. She couldn't find it for a week."
"Look, I promise I won't have a mental breakdown."
"That's all I ask. You wouldn't be that good of a kisser if you were in a state of mental shock."
She punched him in the arm. "Shut up, I'm better than you any day."
"You want to prove it?" he grabbed her arm, forcing her to look in his eyes, they seemed to dance with amusement.
"I thought I already had."
He smirked. "Sure Roguey," he said, using her pet name he knew she hated.
"Don't call me that!"
"Whatever you say. Roguey."
Rogue raised her eyebrows. "Smart ass."
"Bitchy."
"Delinquent."
"Touchy."
"Bad seed."
"Oh, Rogue, now that's going too far. That really cut me deep." He put his hand on his chest and put his back to her.
In response, she just smirked and jumped on his back, careful not to touch his neck with her bare arms.
"What, am I your horse now? Going to ride me whenever you want?"
Rogue let out a small groan at the joke and then laughed. "I don't think that's possible, John. No matter how much you might want it."
"You never know."
"Well, I don't think they're going to invent fire-proof condoms anytime soon."
At this comment he hiked her higher on her back. "To your room, mademoiselle?"
"I think so, monsieur."
"Very good," at this they set off down the hallway, Rogue bouncing on John's back.