Don't-eat-chunky-pudding-Yeah, I liked it.
Shitaka-I was thinking about that, I came up with an idea that would solve that little problem, but I think it would offend too many people. If you have any ideas that would help me out.
Tiger Tiger2-Wouldn't it be nice if ever woman came with their own personalized Jobby's?
Waste of Paint
"John?" Poking her head through the door, Rogue saw what a mess Bobby and John lived in.
"Oh, what are you doing here?"
"Jubilee's orders."
"Yeah, and that has nothing to do with not being able to stop thinking about my gorgeous body, right?"
"I think I'll come back later." Rogue smiled as she began to back out of the room.
"Wait, I was kidding." John grabbed her hand that was stationed on the edge of the door. "I know that my body has nothing to do with my mind and uh, other stuff."
"I love your attempt at being sincere."
"Hey, it takes practice."
"Well, about that." Rogue pushed her way through the mess of clothes on the floor, gingerly stepping over an empty pizza box. "You'd think the Professor would have a rule against rooms being this messy."
John snorted. "Yeah, like this is anything compared to what you di-" clearing his throat, John started over. "Uh, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, it was just about what you said to me on-on that day. When I kind of freaked out."
"Uh, no offense Rogue, but that was kind of a blur and I really don't know what you would be talking abou-"
"You told me you loved me, John. And don't think your going to get away with not answering me this time." Rogue threatened, taking a step towards him.
"Well, you know I wasn't really thinking cause I was so worried about you and." John swallowed. "Uh, this is kind of funny really, if you think about it."
"Really, I think I missed the punch line."
"I-I" John formed soundless words, then eventually gave up and fell onto his bed. "Look, I'm sorry Rogue. Saying that I love you would be really really really." John shrugged, looking at Rogue with those damn puppy dog eyes she hated, mostly cause they made her melt.
Rogue felt herself softening, but made no effort to stop it. "Different?"
"Yeah, that's the word."
Rogue smiled. "You could've just told me that."
"I thought you would've killed me," he said, standing up again.
"Well, at least now I know how you feel about me. I mean I was beginning to think-" Rogue's last words were cut off by John covering her lips with his.
After a minute, John pulled back.
"What was that?" Rogue inquired, pushing John onto his bed to help the dizziness. "You know my powers won't let me touch you."
He shrugged. "I don't know, I thought I could surprise it."
Rogue laughed and hugged John tightly. She softly brushed her lips against John's forehead. "I love you." she murmured softly.
John looked at her, head tilted slightly. "I-"
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A/N-Yeah, I know. Crappy ending. But if you review maybe I can fix it. (
Shitaka-I was thinking about that, I came up with an idea that would solve that little problem, but I think it would offend too many people. If you have any ideas that would help me out.
Tiger Tiger2-Wouldn't it be nice if ever woman came with their own personalized Jobby's?
Waste of Paint
"John?" Poking her head through the door, Rogue saw what a mess Bobby and John lived in.
"Oh, what are you doing here?"
"Jubilee's orders."
"Yeah, and that has nothing to do with not being able to stop thinking about my gorgeous body, right?"
"I think I'll come back later." Rogue smiled as she began to back out of the room.
"Wait, I was kidding." John grabbed her hand that was stationed on the edge of the door. "I know that my body has nothing to do with my mind and uh, other stuff."
"I love your attempt at being sincere."
"Hey, it takes practice."
"Well, about that." Rogue pushed her way through the mess of clothes on the floor, gingerly stepping over an empty pizza box. "You'd think the Professor would have a rule against rooms being this messy."
John snorted. "Yeah, like this is anything compared to what you di-" clearing his throat, John started over. "Uh, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, it was just about what you said to me on-on that day. When I kind of freaked out."
"Uh, no offense Rogue, but that was kind of a blur and I really don't know what you would be talking abou-"
"You told me you loved me, John. And don't think your going to get away with not answering me this time." Rogue threatened, taking a step towards him.
"Well, you know I wasn't really thinking cause I was so worried about you and." John swallowed. "Uh, this is kind of funny really, if you think about it."
"Really, I think I missed the punch line."
"I-I" John formed soundless words, then eventually gave up and fell onto his bed. "Look, I'm sorry Rogue. Saying that I love you would be really really really." John shrugged, looking at Rogue with those damn puppy dog eyes she hated, mostly cause they made her melt.
Rogue felt herself softening, but made no effort to stop it. "Different?"
"Yeah, that's the word."
Rogue smiled. "You could've just told me that."
"I thought you would've killed me," he said, standing up again.
"Well, at least now I know how you feel about me. I mean I was beginning to think-" Rogue's last words were cut off by John covering her lips with his.
After a minute, John pulled back.
"What was that?" Rogue inquired, pushing John onto his bed to help the dizziness. "You know my powers won't let me touch you."
He shrugged. "I don't know, I thought I could surprise it."
Rogue laughed and hugged John tightly. She softly brushed her lips against John's forehead. "I love you." she murmured softly.
John looked at her, head tilted slightly. "I-"
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A/N-Yeah, I know. Crappy ending. But if you review maybe I can fix it. (