Samm16-yeah, no Logan/Rogue, ever. I really can't stand those just because
I ALWAYS thought of him as a father to her, and then to make them
intimate.eww. Not that you could do a lot with her, but the thought of him
wishing.gross. I say no more. Anyway, I was thinking about making Rogue
lose complete control and just kill everyone in the room, but her life is
pretty messed up as it is, why make it harder?
Poztcardz205pean-it's Rogue and John. No rogan. God, even the name sounds dirty.
Irony1-I'm glad to hear this from your POV, I didn't really think about it like that. But you must remember she could also hurt people by thinking about them, so she didn't want to hurt him. *Nervous laughter*. You're probably going to hate this chapter, I already wrote this before I read your review. Oh well, I'll make it all better soon.
Bright Eyes
Rogue closed her eyes and counted to ten before answering Kitty's question. "Yeah, Kitty, that top really does make you look like a fat cow, who happens to be a 10 cent hooker," was the response she would've liked to give, but she knew she would regret it later.
"It's great, really. Black matches anything." Rogue eyed Kitty's barely there top that was now being stretched beyond its limit to hide her flat stomach. Her reasoning behind this was that she didn't want to look like a whore, something she was failing miserably at.
"You think?" Kitty turned around to get a view of her back. "It doesn't make my ass look really big does it?" she narrowed her eyes skeptically.
"Trust me, it's great. Now go out and have a good time. I think I can hear Bobby drooling outside our door," her comment about Bobby brought the events that had happened earlier crashing back into her thoughts. Her face tightened, but Kitty didn't notice the change.
"Shit, I better go," Kitty said, looking at her watch. "I'm going to be late." As she began towards the door, Rogue threw her black jacket over at her.
"You're going to freeze to death if you don't wear a something over that, not to mention you're going on a date with freezer burn."
Kitty grinned, taking the comment as a joke. "I'm sure he'll be warm enough." Smiling she exited the room, carrying the jacket out all the same.
Finally being alone, Rogue caved into her feelings that she had been blocking out for the last week. She reached over by the door and flicked off the light switch, the only source of light now coming from a small lamp beside the window. Then she repositioned herself with her legs tucked up against her chest, head tucked into the crook that her bent legs provided. She took a deep breath and then, as she exhaled, started to cry.
Her soft crying swiftly turned into sobs, her breath the usually ragged rasp that comes with tears. She flipped onto her stomach, burying her face into a pillow at an attempt to stifle the noise. She let herself go for five solid minutes of half screaming half sobbing into her pillow before making herself calm down.
Rogue let her breathing normalize before she removed her head from the depressed pillow, now which had wet marks and two faint black lines where her mascara had rubbed off. She sniffed and went into the bathroom that connected the adjacent room.
Staring into the mirror, she saw she looked a mess. Her eyes were puffy and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her nose was red and runny and a piece of her hair stuck to the side of her face.
Without warning she began to laugh. It was quick and was gone as soon as it had come. Sighing, Rogue pulled her hair back into a ponytail and began to clean herself up. When she exited the bathroom, her red eyes were the only sign of her outburst. She made for the door, then stopped as she heard someone knocking softly.
She stared at the knob, not making any further movements to open the door.
"Rogue, I know you're in there, open up." A familiar voice drifted past the wood. "Rogue, please."
His voice, usually dripping with sarcasm, was soft, gentler than she had ever heard him.
"John, don't do this." Her voice matched his. "Please, John, I'm tired, I can't do this right now."
"I know."
Rogue heard a soft sliding noise, then a small thud, the crack of light peeking through the door obscured by John's body. She walked over and sat with her back against the door, head bowed down. "I can't do this anymore." Rogue spoke more to herself than to John. "I can't hurt any more people," her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know, Rogue, I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry." To her ears he sounded exhausted.
Rogue closed her eyes, letting a tear slide down her cheek unchecked. "Me, too," she responded, not even knowing if they were talking about the same thing.
"Could you open the door, please, Rogue?" he asked, not hearing her.
Rogue scooted over so her body was no longer pressing against the door. She did this slowly, as if moving too fast would throw her off balance and would cause her to fall over. She reached up and twisted the knob slowly, letting John's weight open the door.
He leaned back, catching himself by placing his hand on the ground. He looked at her, but Rogue was staring off at a place past his eyes.
"Rogue," he touched her face lightly, bringing her gaze onto his. "God." his voice was soft, barley audible. "God, you're beautiful."
Rogue's vision blurred, tears filling them. She didn't know quite why she was crying, maybe because she had made John utter the words he had sworn never to say to another human being, lest they think he was capable of human emotion, the one thing he never wanted to get involved with.
"Hey, now," he brushed her tears away with the back of his hand. "We can't have that, now can we?" John began to pull back his hand, but then cupped her face with the palm of his hand and kept it there.
Poztcardz205pean-it's Rogue and John. No rogan. God, even the name sounds dirty.
Irony1-I'm glad to hear this from your POV, I didn't really think about it like that. But you must remember she could also hurt people by thinking about them, so she didn't want to hurt him. *Nervous laughter*. You're probably going to hate this chapter, I already wrote this before I read your review. Oh well, I'll make it all better soon.
Bright Eyes
Rogue closed her eyes and counted to ten before answering Kitty's question. "Yeah, Kitty, that top really does make you look like a fat cow, who happens to be a 10 cent hooker," was the response she would've liked to give, but she knew she would regret it later.
"It's great, really. Black matches anything." Rogue eyed Kitty's barely there top that was now being stretched beyond its limit to hide her flat stomach. Her reasoning behind this was that she didn't want to look like a whore, something she was failing miserably at.
"You think?" Kitty turned around to get a view of her back. "It doesn't make my ass look really big does it?" she narrowed her eyes skeptically.
"Trust me, it's great. Now go out and have a good time. I think I can hear Bobby drooling outside our door," her comment about Bobby brought the events that had happened earlier crashing back into her thoughts. Her face tightened, but Kitty didn't notice the change.
"Shit, I better go," Kitty said, looking at her watch. "I'm going to be late." As she began towards the door, Rogue threw her black jacket over at her.
"You're going to freeze to death if you don't wear a something over that, not to mention you're going on a date with freezer burn."
Kitty grinned, taking the comment as a joke. "I'm sure he'll be warm enough." Smiling she exited the room, carrying the jacket out all the same.
Finally being alone, Rogue caved into her feelings that she had been blocking out for the last week. She reached over by the door and flicked off the light switch, the only source of light now coming from a small lamp beside the window. Then she repositioned herself with her legs tucked up against her chest, head tucked into the crook that her bent legs provided. She took a deep breath and then, as she exhaled, started to cry.
Her soft crying swiftly turned into sobs, her breath the usually ragged rasp that comes with tears. She flipped onto her stomach, burying her face into a pillow at an attempt to stifle the noise. She let herself go for five solid minutes of half screaming half sobbing into her pillow before making herself calm down.
Rogue let her breathing normalize before she removed her head from the depressed pillow, now which had wet marks and two faint black lines where her mascara had rubbed off. She sniffed and went into the bathroom that connected the adjacent room.
Staring into the mirror, she saw she looked a mess. Her eyes were puffy and she had dark circles under her eyes. Her nose was red and runny and a piece of her hair stuck to the side of her face.
Without warning she began to laugh. It was quick and was gone as soon as it had come. Sighing, Rogue pulled her hair back into a ponytail and began to clean herself up. When she exited the bathroom, her red eyes were the only sign of her outburst. She made for the door, then stopped as she heard someone knocking softly.
She stared at the knob, not making any further movements to open the door.
"Rogue, I know you're in there, open up." A familiar voice drifted past the wood. "Rogue, please."
His voice, usually dripping with sarcasm, was soft, gentler than she had ever heard him.
"John, don't do this." Her voice matched his. "Please, John, I'm tired, I can't do this right now."
"I know."
Rogue heard a soft sliding noise, then a small thud, the crack of light peeking through the door obscured by John's body. She walked over and sat with her back against the door, head bowed down. "I can't do this anymore." Rogue spoke more to herself than to John. "I can't hurt any more people," her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know, Rogue, I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry." To her ears he sounded exhausted.
Rogue closed her eyes, letting a tear slide down her cheek unchecked. "Me, too," she responded, not even knowing if they were talking about the same thing.
"Could you open the door, please, Rogue?" he asked, not hearing her.
Rogue scooted over so her body was no longer pressing against the door. She did this slowly, as if moving too fast would throw her off balance and would cause her to fall over. She reached up and twisted the knob slowly, letting John's weight open the door.
He leaned back, catching himself by placing his hand on the ground. He looked at her, but Rogue was staring off at a place past his eyes.
"Rogue," he touched her face lightly, bringing her gaze onto his. "God." his voice was soft, barley audible. "God, you're beautiful."
Rogue's vision blurred, tears filling them. She didn't know quite why she was crying, maybe because she had made John utter the words he had sworn never to say to another human being, lest they think he was capable of human emotion, the one thing he never wanted to get involved with.
"Hey, now," he brushed her tears away with the back of his hand. "We can't have that, now can we?" John began to pull back his hand, but then cupped her face with the palm of his hand and kept it there.