Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. Also, if you romy fans kill me, just know that I won't be able to finish this fic and therefore Rogue and Remy won't get back together!
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Pietro muttered sullenly under his breath as he glared angrily at a small rock that just happened to be sittng in front of him. Swinging his toe at the offending pebble, he wondered how things could have gone so wrong. Taryn was upset with him, and things had started off so well too. They had slipped away at the beginning of the lunch period for some 'private time,' but in the heat of passion, he had called out Rogue's name. He apologized profusely, but she merely replied with obscenities and stormed back into school, leaving him in the foul mood he was currently brooding in.
Why did he have to do that? He always just had to open his big mouth; but, damnit, he could not get Rogue out of his mind. He still had the same feelings for her that he had before. Taryn, he had no emotional attachment to her; their 'relationship' was purely physical and neither of them really minded. Yet he had hoped that it would be enough for him to move on. Here was a girl he could touch, kiss, and be satisfied with in a way that the untouchable goth could never manage. But then again, his interest in Rogue went beyond such a mundane physical desire. Sighing, he dropped himself carelessly to sit at a picnic table, letting his forehead hit the rough surface. He missed Rogue.
Clenching his jaw and balling his hands into fists, he pushed himself upright. He was doing it again; he was moping over some girl. Just some girl. Checking his watch, he found that lunch was not over yet; he still had time to go convince Taryn to forgive him. If he thought about it, Taryn was not so bad. He could fall for her yet. She was pretty, after all, and she had her own kind of spunk. What did Rogue have that she did not, anyway? He could grow to love her. Maybe.
He found her in the cafeteria, sitting with a group of her friends. Affecting a remorseful puppy dog look in his expression, he trotted over with his metaphorical tail between his legs. "Taryn, I need to talk to you, in private." His eyes flitted briefly over the faces of her friends; they were giving him dark looks.
Taryn sighed in annoyance. "Can't you see that I'm busy right now, Pietro?"
"Please?"
"..Fine. Let's go outside."
*****
"So what's the deal, Pietro?" She stood in front of him, arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently.
"Look, Taryn, I'm sorry."
"You think that's gonna cut it? One, you said another girl's name while we were heavily making out, and two, it was that weirdo goth girl! What were you thinking? Do I look anything like that freak?" She laughed condescendingly. "I'm sorry, Pietro, you're a good kisser and all, but not good enough for me to forgive you just like that."
"Then how do I convince you to take me back?"
"You don't." She smirked, tossing her hair as she spun on her heel to walk away.
Pietro matched her smirk and zipped over, scooping her up into his arms. "But sweetcheeks, I'm prepared to make it up to you." He leaned in, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "It'd be worth your while. And I know you can't stay mad at me for long."
Taryn chewed on her lip provocatively, keeping her eyes locked on his. "You sound so sure."
"That's because I am." Dipping his head, he kissed her soundly. When he pulled away, she was grinning slyly up at him.
"I'm not letting you off that easy." She slipped out of his hold, letting her fingers linger in his palm as she stepped away. "Tonight at seven. My house. You'll have your chance to 'make it up to me' then." With that, she sauntered away, leaving Pietro to watch her swaying hips depart.
As soon as she disappeared into the school, Pietro laughed triumphantly, sending an innocent pebble sailing with a broad kick. Was he good, or was he good? Neither! He was great! He was such a lady-killer; nobody could resist his charm. Suddenly, as if to knock some sense into him, a figure collided harshly with his back, sending them both rolling in a violent tangle. Pietro freed himself first, though that could be attributed either to his speed or the fact that his 'assailant' did not even try to get up. "Excuse me?! Watch where you're goin', why don't you?" His eyes fell over the crumpled form, clad only in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Upon further examination, he caught sight of a rather distinctive hair color and his breath caught in his throat. "Rogue?" he choked out.
She shifted slightly, lifting her tear-streaked face to look up at him. "P-Pietro?"
Alarmed, he rushed to her side, keeping only a wary distance from her bare skin. "Rogue! What happened? Why are you dressed like this? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Gambit hurt you, didn't he? What did he do? Where is that bastard?" His mouth ran, and he almost got to his feet to let his legs do the same when Rogue latched onto his shirt, shaking her head frantically.
"No, Pietro. No.." Her tone was anguished, filled with despair.
"No? No what?"
"No!" she repeated, breaking down into sobs again. "Please..."
Pietro fought awkwardly to find a way to hold the hysterical girl, starting only briefly when his bare hand came in contact with her skin with no absorptive reactions. She willingly fell into his arms, weeping uncontrollably into his chest. "What happened, Rogue?" he murmured gently, helplessly. "...You're a real mess. I should.. Hey, let me take you home, c'mon."
Rogue jerked up at that. "No, no, Ah cain't, Pietro!"
"What? You can't what? Go back to the mansion? Why not?" His voice rose as he grew more agitated. "What the hell happened, Rogue? Tell me, damnit!"
She just sobbed louder. "Ah cain't, Pietro. They don' want meh, they don' wan' meh! Ah cain't go back, Ah chose Remy. Ah chose Remy over them. Ah don' wan' ta go back. An' Ah cain't." She buried her face into his shoulder, her tears soaking into the material.
Pietro sighed. "I don't understand."
"Ah don' want ta.. please..." She hiccupped and clung more tightly onto his body.
He pursed his lips. "Then where...?"
*****
Pietro let Rogue down gently onto his bed, and she immediately curled up against his pillow. She had cried herself into a restless slumber in his arms on the way to the brotherhood house; where else could he have taken her? It was a good thing the others were still in school. He did not want to deal with X-Men vs. Brotherhood politics right now. Rogue whimpered in her sleep and he came out of his thoughts to run his hand soothingly through her two-toned hair, letting his fingers dwell momentarily at the feathery soft ends.
Figures. He still loved her. He really did. After all of his attempts to just give up on her, to move on, she just strolls, or rather charges, back in and he's back to fawning over her. His mouth twitched into a soft smile as he gazed down at the girl tangled up in his sheets, but it faded when he saw a gleam of silver lying on the bed next to her. Reaching for it, his eyebrows furrowed curiously. A necklace? Rogue must have dropped it whe- his thoughts came to a halt when he took it into his hand, startled at the tingle, though painless, that dispersed throughout his body at its touch. Suddenly, he felt horribly empty, like a part of him had been lost all of a sudden. And then he just knew that what was missing were his mutant abilities. It made him feel slightly sick, though that might have been his normally quick metabolism catching up with him, or rather, slowing down. It was disorienting. His bright blue eyes considered the accessory that he held in his hand, fighting the urge to fling it away. So this was why he was able to touch her earlier.
He frowned. She could touch, and without a doubt, she went to share it with Gambit. His mind flashed him the image of her in the hysterical tears that he found her in and could only think of one thing: Gambit violated her. He clenched his fists angrily, his fingers closing tightly around the chain. That bastard. He would pay, he would suffer for hurting her.
Rogue stirred in her sleep, kicking off the blanket in the process, and Pietro's attention snapped back to the girl. Vengeance could wait. He had to take care of Rogue first. "I'm here for you, Roguey," he whispered. "Like I promised."
*****
Rogue let her eyes flutter open, staring up at the cracked ceiling above her. Well, she could tell she was not in Remy's bed. If the lack of mirror was not an indication, then clearly the simple cotton sheets were. Where was she then? She pushed herself into a sitting position, pulling up the fleece blanket up over her shoulders. The room itself was barely kept, the paint peeling and cracked, the window permanently stuck in a diagonal half open state. The furnishings were practical and sparse, also in pitiful states. In fact, there were pieces of what used to be a lamp lying scattered on the ground across from where she lay. A plain desk and dresser sat partnered by the window, opposite a small closet and a full-length mirror, the only well-kept piece in the room. It all looked rather familiar to her, and a beat later she realized that she must be in the Brotherhood house. More specifically, Pietro's room. That would explain the unscathed mirror. Rogue relaxed; she would be fine here.
Wrapping her arms around her legs, she rested her chin on her knees as she drifted off into a miserable stupor. She could not believe it. Remy had seemed so genuine that she had had no choice but to trust and believe in him. who knew that he was just a lying dirtbag who knew exactly what to say, and would go ahead and say it? Furthermore, who knew that giving her the ability to touch would give her more problems than it was worth? She was beginning to regret that Mr. McCoy had given her the- wait, where was the chain? She jolted her head up, staring in disbelief into her empty hand. Oh no. She had been clinging to it like her life depended on it, but where was it now? If she lost that gift, she was in for a far worse day than she thought. She began rummaging around the sheets of the bed, tears appearing in her eyes as she shoved the pillows onto the floor in what was becoming a purely fruitless search.
Dread was beginning to form in the pit of her stomach when a voice rang out from the doorway. "I think you're looking for this." Rogue lifted her eyes just in time to catch a small black velvet pouch; a brief investigation revealing its contents to be the chain she was searching for. "You had quite a hold on it, until I placed you on my bed." Pietro smirked playfully, though his eyes remained completely serious. "Something about my bed comforts you. Maybe you should be in it more often."
Rogue did not respond for a bit as she took the necklace and fastened around her collar. She shivered as she felt the unpleasant yet welcome feeling of loss that marked the departure of her powers. When she did speak, her voice was hoarse and uncharacteristically meek. "Thank ya.."
He came over to sit beside her on the bed, scooping up the fallen pillows in the process. "That's what allows you to touch, isn't it?" She nodded in the affirmative, taking a pillow that he offered to her and hugging it automatically to her chest. "I experienced its effects when I picked it up off the bed. Maybe I should get one of my own; help me to have some patience, yeah? Where'd you get something like that anyway?" She did not respond and his idle banter faded, his voice softening as he switched tactics. "Rogue, what happened to you? Why can't you go back to the mansion? It's Gambit's fault, isn't it? What did he do to you? Tell me, what he did. I knew that this was going to happen."
Rogue stiffened. "Leave meh alone, Pietro. Look, Ah ain' gonna say that ya were right, an' don' ya dare go an' say that ya tol' meh so," she spat, turning her body away from him. "Ah ain' gonna stand fo' it."
Pietro's temper flared. "Excuse me? You were just thanking me a moment ago, and now you're full of attitude? What the hell is this? How ungrateful can you be?"
"Ah said thank ya, didn't Ah? What more do ya want from meh?"
"A little respect and consideration would be a start! I mean, I didn't have to let you stay here!"
"Well, ya don' have ta yell at meh neither! Please, jus' leave meh alone!" She broke down into fitful sobs, and instantly Pietro regretted losing his temper.
He gathered her into his arms, letting her cry into his shoulder. "Shh, Roguey. I'm sorry. Shh, I'm sorry." He rocked her back and forth gently, murmuring soothingly until her sobs subsided. He pulled back to dry her tears with his thumb, and despite her grief, Rogue found herself enjoying the gentle caress. "Look, the guys know you're here, and Fred's making you dinner. He should be up here soon, but otherwise you should be left alone, unless you want company." He smiled softly down at her, letting his fingers hold her chin gently. "That sound good?"
Rogue pulled her chin out of his fingers but returned his gentle smile. "Yeah."
There was a bit of awkward silence that separated them for a beat. "Do you... need some time alone..?" He trailed off slightly, not wanting to leave and hoping she would not ask him to.
She nodded the affirmative after a moment's consideration, averting her gaze. "If ya don' mind..."
"Alright. Fred should be up here soon, and if you need anything, I'll be right downstairs." He held her for a lingering moment longer before he withdrew to the door, feeling awkward. Rogue had to smile.
"Pietro?"
He hesitated, glancing back at her questioningly. "Yeah? You need something?"
"No.. jus'.. thank ya. An' Ah mean it."
Pietro gave her a serene smile before it turned into a coy grin. "No problem, skunkhead." He winked at her. "Now do me a favor and don't stink up my sheets too badly, kay?"
Rogue huffed indignantly, scrambling for a pillow and tossing it at the cocky young man, but he had already zipped downstairs and her fluffy missile ended up instead on top of Fred's head. He had been climbing up the stairs behind Pietro with her dinner in hand. "Oh, Fred! Ah'm sorry!"
He grinned crookedly at her, lifting the pillow from his head with one hand as he balanced his tray of food in the other. "That's okay. I brought your food."
*****
Rogue tossed and turned as she tried to fall asleep. The rest of the afternoon had been rather uneventful; Pietro was true to his word, the Brotherhood members kept their distance. In fact, after Fred had left, she had seen neither hide nor tail of any of them, not even Pietro. It was not exactly an unwelcome loneliness that resulted, yet she still half-wished for someone to talk to. Instead, she was left to her dreary thoughts; remembering, and then, when she did not want to remember anymore, trying to figure out what her next move should be. Basically, she spent her time staring thoughtfully out of the window, watching the sun set when the time came, and then looking up at the starry sky. When she finally tired, she tried to visit the land of dreams, though her attempts were failures at best.
Rogue sighed, quitting her restlessness. She felt so empty; everything was so bleak. Her past, her present, her future. Especially her future. Even now that she had the ability to touch, things were not as perfect as they should have been. She clenched her fists. She did not understand it. She could touch now; her life should be fixed, it should be perfect, almost like the life of snotty Jean Grey. But no. Instead, she hurt more than ever. It hurt just thinking about it. God, she did not want to think anymore.
She pushed herself out of bed, moving towards the door. Maybe some warm milk or something could help her to fall into a hopefully dreamless sleep. She slipped out of the room noiselessly, glancing tensely around to see if she ran the risk of waking anybody. When it seemed safe, she padded downstairs into kitchen, and was looking inside the refrigerator when a voice, though only slightly above a whisper, made her jump. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Shouldn't you?" Rogue muttered as she closed the refrigerator door to glare at Pietro. "Ya lahke ta startle meh, don' ya?"
"What can I say? It's fun." He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway. "And I would be sleeping if a certain skunkhead wasn't creeping around the house at night."
"Well, Ah was bein' quiet."
"And I was just on the couch. Not too comfortable, so I can safely say that I wasn't sleeping too deeply." Rogue snorted as she re-opened the fridge to retrieve the carton of milk. "Going to make yourself a cup of warm milk?"
"Yeah. Ah couldn' sleep."
"Here, you go sit down. Let me." He took the carton from her and shooed her off to sit at the kitchen table. "Why couldn't you sleep?"
"What are ya, mah new personal psychologist? What business is it of yoahs?"
"I was hoping to maybe get some blackmail material," he quipped as he placed two mugs of milk into the microwave. Rogue rolled her eyes as he turned to face her. "Seriously, though, you really were a mess earlier." He coughed, his voice lowering. "And I'm.. I was.. well, concerned about you."
Rogue's mouth twitched into a half-smile before she sighed and let it fade. "Ah jus' think too much."
"About what?"
"Ah really don' want ta talk about it right now, Pietro."
"That bad, huh?"
Rogue glowered at the kitchen table in front of her. "Ok, so Gambit used meh an' played meh fo' a fool. Ya were right, Pietro. Ya were right all along. There, ya satisfied? Will ya leave meh alone now?"
"Rogue!" He stepped over to her, taking her face in his hands. "That's not... I don't mean to give you the impression that that's what I want to hear. I really am concerned for you, Rogue. I'm here for you, I'm here to listen, not to give you further grief."
She sighed, pulling her face away from his hold. "Ah'm sorry, Pietro. Ah'm just... Ah'm jus'.. real sensitive right now. Ah don' mean ta take it out on ya. But Ah jus' don' want ta talk about it, right now."
The microwave signaled the end of its task and Pietro retrieved the two mugs to place between them on the kitchen table. "Reasonable enough." They quietly sipped on their drinks, letting the silence take over. Pietro glanced over at her, looking over the soft curves of her face, her slightly puffy eyes, and her pink pouty lips. Did she have to always look so beautiful? Even when her eyes were red and puffy from crying, even though her lips were down turned in an anguished cry, he found himself drawn to her. It was a terrible addiction. And the fact that she could touch, and be touched, rang consistently through his mind, evoking thoughts that almost turned his cheeks pink. She was so soft, and already he could not help but touch her whenever he got the chance. Rogue looked up and he quickly returned his gaze to his mug, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible.
"So, uh.. How are things with ya an'... an' Taryn..?"
"Taryn?" He raised his chin to stare at her blankly for a moment before it hit him. "Oh, Taryn! Oh shit, I forgot!"
"Forgot what?"
"I was supposed to... to go see her this afternoon, but.. well, you popped up."
"Oh. Ah'm sorry..."
"No, don't be." He quirked a smile, reaching over to cover one of her hands with his. "Truth is, I'd rather be here with you than with her any day." It was the truth. He had to admit, he was only using Taryn, trying to lose himself in physical pleasure. But it had not worked; it would never work.
Rogue blushed, coughing as she ducked her head to hide her flustered expression, pulling her hand away. "So... uh... when did ya two get together?"
Pietro sighed. "Well, it's not like we're together, officially that is." He wrinkled his nose. "It wasn't like that. Well, maybe for her, but.. well, then again... Oh, I don't know."
She tilted her head, looking at him curiously. "Ya can tell meh, Pietro."
"Well, you see.." He swallowed, staring pointedly at his mug. "The only reason... I was only with her because... I was... I was trying to get over you, Rogue. I mean, it was only a physical relationship..." he trailed off again. What did she care about that? Why was he trying to justify himself?
"Oh." She suddenly regretted asking, and yet at the same time she felt, what was it, jealousy? She felt jealous that he had kissed Taryn, touched Taryn, and she, him. She felt possessive, though Pietro was anything but hers, even though he had allegedly done it to get over her. It was an unfair and unreasonable emotion, but one she could not help but to feel, especially when she looked up to see his handsome features.
Why couldn't she have fallen for him, instead of the womanizing cajun? Pietro had been nothing but sweet and considerate towards her. He could be trusted, and he loved her. He loved her. She could tell that he still did, with the way he looked at her, the way he touched her whenever he found the opportunity to. Yet it was so chaste, so clean. His touch felt innocent, only wanting to touch, nothing more; unlike Remy's hot caresses that spoke of the nighttime adventures that he offered. Pietro loved her. It made her feel almost uncomfortable, but at the same time, she recalled the emotions that she felt when he had confessed his love in what seemed so long ago. She wanted to love him back.
"It's getting late..." Pietro's voice brought her back to reality. He got up and took their empty mugs to deposit them in the sink, left for the morning or for the following days. "You'll feel better in the morning, you know." Rogue nodded as she got up, hesitating slightly before heading quietly upstairs with Pietro following behind her. That fact alone made her heart begin to pound nervously, her whole body tense. Where was he going? "You should at least consider talking to me, Rogue. Like I said, I'd like to be here for you if you need me to be. You don't have to go through this alone."
"Ah know..." Upon entering the bedroom, she went over to take a seat on the bed, looking apprehensively over at the young man who remained at the doorway. What happened now? Why did he follow her anyway? "Pietro... Ah..."
"I'm just going to tuck you in, Rogue. Don't worry." He smirked knowingly at her, and she blushed, feeling sheepish.
"Oh.. Ah knew that..." She slid her legs under the covers as he came over, smoothing the blankets as he took a seat beside her on the bed. "Ah jus' wanted ta thank ya again, that's all."
He smiled, reaching over to run his fingers gently down the side of her face. "I know. You're welcome."
There was a moment of silence as they sat there, though Rogue could swear that the palpitations of her heart were loud enough to wake up all of Bayville. A part of her considered the fact that she could be suffering the effects of rebound, but she was sure that that was not it. She could tell. Really. She loved Pietro. Why else would she feel this way whenever he touched her? A flickering image of red on black demon eyes flashed through her mind, but she forced it away, her jaw hardening slightly. She loved Pietro, who had been there all along.
"Well... I'm, uhm.. gonna go now." Pietro reluctantly pulled his hand away and was beginning to leave when she grabbed his arm. He looked back at her questioningly, and she squeezed his arm gently, pulling him back to sit on the bed, though nearer to her this time. "Rogue..?" He furrowed his brow, his voice trembling.
Rogue let her emerald eyes stare up into his stormy blue, and gave him a shaky smile and a nod in response to the question she found there. Leaning forward, she let her lips brush gently against his, feeling the tremor that went through his body at the light contact. She shifted her position slightly, leaning forward again to press her lips more firmly against his and he responded this time, kissing hesitantly back.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling back a bit. "No, Rogue," he whispered. "No. You don't want this."
She shook her head, reaching for him. "Yes, Ah do," she insisted. "Ah do." She slid her arms around his shoulders and kissed him softly once more. "Ah want ya, Pietro. Don' ya want meh too?" He did not respond, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously, unable to move for fear that this was a fragile dream. She leaned forward to kiss him, and he returned the kiss for a moment before he broke it off again.
"No, Rogue..."
"Shh. Ah love ya, Pietro." She pulled him up close until his body pressed against hers and kissed him passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth, gently probing. He murmured pleasurably into her mouth, lifting his hands to entangle themselves in her thick hair and matching her passion with his own.
Pietro felt her fingernails rake slightly across the skin of his back, felt her body pressed firmly against his, tasted the warm wetness from her lips. He could not believe that this was happening. He let his fingers wander over her back, under her shirt, keeping them chastely around her waist, but still enjoying the feel of her unbelieveably soft skin. He shivered as the sensations travelled down his spine. He was touching her, and furthermore, he was holding her in his arms and tasting her, like he had dreamed of doing so many times before. Her body felt so warm under his palm, so alive. He felt her shift her weight, pulling him on top of her and his breath caught in his throat. He wanted her. It would be so easy to just give in; he wanted to. But she had just... What if it was rebound? What if she was just using him? She had told him that she loved him, yet how could he be so sure that she was in her right mind? God, she was so sensually beautiful. Her hands began pushing his shirt up, each finger tracing a path along his skin, and he felt his body react to the stimulating caresses. He sat back slightly when she tugged the shirt off of him to stare at her coy smile. "Rogue..." he whispered. This was not happening. She lay there on her back, her fingers toying with the hem of the t-shirt, looking at him with such an erotic expression. How could he resist her? She began pulling the t-shirt up over her head and he quickly turned his head away, a crimson tone beginning to cover his cheeks. "R-rogue..." He swallowed, fighting to get his breathing under control. "You don't want this... You don't have to do this. Stop, please." He turned his head to the side, averting his eyes from her form as he reached for his shirt. "You need some rest... I'm going to-"
"Don' leave meh, Pietro.." she interrupted, her voice hushed. She moved forward to encircle his shoulders with her arms. "Ah want this. Ah need this. Please..?" She lifted her hand to hold his face, turning him until he looked at her, and heard him gasp slightly to see her torso bare. "Ah need yo' touch, please. Ah love ya, Pietro."
He could not do it. He could not turn away and leave; he did not have the will power. Pietro shifted in her arms uneasily, wanting both to hold her and bolt out of the room at the same time. "Rogue.. I-I can't."
"Shh... Just let yo'self go. Don' think. Jus' feel." She dipped her head to kiss him and he trembled, fighting off the guilty feeling. He was taking advantage of her. He should not give in. It would not be right; he did not want her like this.
She broke the kiss to press her face into his neck, massaging his flesh with her lips and tongue, and Pietro took the moment to try to reason with her. "Rogue... I love you... I-I just can't do this to you... I kno-" He cut off with a sharp gasp when Rogue reached down into his pants to grasp him firmly. When she started caressing him, he could not restrain himself anymore, almost whimpering with the passion. Losing himself in the sensations, he took her in his arms and began kissing her fiercely, pressing her back into the bed.
Rogue had already let herself go in the physical pleasure that she was getting from Pietro, yet Remy still remained prominent in her mind, even when Pietro started making love to her. She just could not rid her mind of the cajun's heat, of his caress, of his distinctively colored eyes. Moaning softly, she held Pietro tightly to her, matching his rocking motion with her hips. She loved him. Pietro. She loved Pietro, and he loved her. He would treat her right. Unlike Remy. Why was she thinking about Remy? Why was she comparing Pietro's touch to his? She vaguely wondered what it would have been like to have Remy instead of... Halting her thoughts, she tightened her hold on Pietro as if to urge him to take her harder, faster. She wanted him to push Remy out of her, make him go away. She began crying out with the pleasure Pietro provided, falling deeper into the lusty moment, losing control of her thoughts.
"Rogue.." her lover gasped. "I.. I love you.."
Oh.. Oh Remy... "Oh, God, Pietro..."
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I wonder if that was too graphic. If it wasn't clear, at the end she began thinking, almost imagining, that it was Remy making love to her. When I revise this fic, this is a chapter that I'm probably going to dwell on.
Holy crap, I can only imagine the reviews I'm going to get from Romy fans. Thank god they don't know where I live. Again, though, if you find a way to kill me, just know that I won't be able to finish the fic! And I promise you, Rogue gets back with Remy. I have an idea how, now. But again, it lengthens this fic considerably.
I know. I could have just had Rogue and Pietro make out, if I wanted to just have them get together. But I think that this way, it's much clearer how much stress and pain she went under. She's not in her right mind, prone to drastic things (such as going and having sex with somebody else). It is in fact, rebound. Again, poor Pietro, though then again, he should have had enough will power to restrain himself. At the same time, give him a break, it's difficult. I'm opening up a new can of a combination of emotions here. And while I actually am sort of familiar with the emotions that go with rebound, it's rather difficult to describe. Simple emotions, or rather comparatively simple emotions as I find emotions to be anything but simple, are hard enough to write about. But then to go and try to capture something that has confusion as a base emotion... you try it!
Okay. I admit it. I'm losing interest in writing. I like the story I'm developing, and I want it to end, but at the same time, I don't want to be the one writing it. Get it? I mean, I am going to finish it, but I've been having a sort of writer's block. It's not as if I don't know what I want to happen next. It's just getting there that is the problem. I've been lacking some inspiration. And furthermore, it seems that this fic is going to go on far longer than I thought. Only since I want/need to develop things. I don't want to simplify it. Life is complex, emotions are complex, and that's what I want to capture. Have I been successful, at least medially?
I don't really have anything else to say. Romy fans don't lose hope, and don't desert me. This is a Romy, trust me. Oh, and don't kill me either.
I guess I should be expecting some flames about her getting with Pietro, but uhm, try to think outside of the relationship. Like, perhaps how it's written? Tasteful? Can you relate to what she's going through? I don't think I did that well. I'll fix it eventually. But yeah, try to consider that stuff.
:)
Rielyn