They were lying there in a warm bed. The covers tossed over them like they were meant to be there. Rogue's eyelids fluttered open as the sunlight from outside crept in through the iced over windowpanes. Yawning she felt the weight of an arm tossed over her stomach. She looked down and saw the hand and knew immediately.

Turning over she saw Scott laying there, glasses beside him on the table. Apparently he could now remember not to open his eyes first thing in the morning. Rogue smiled. Last night had been magical to her. But she hated to sound so cheesy.

Rogue felt her lungs burn as she tried to gasp all the oxygen she could. Above her Scott's lips left butterfly kisses down her stomach, each lasting only a second each so he could come to no harm. He ran his fingertips down her arms- his fingertips down her bare skin.

He kissed her lips and moved across her neck.

He was enjoying this as much as she was. He could feel deep inside himself some sort of passion that just wasn't there anymore with Jean. Jean. What a woman to go to for help but she wasn't someone he loved anymore.

Not to say that he loved Rogue but there was some sort of connection between them he couldn't deny. So he kissed her all over with all the passion he could force into two seconds so she could feel everything he knew she deserved.

She ran her gloved hands over his shoulders and down his shoulder blades as he dipped in low to lick her collarbone. He was being so good to her. So gentle and so caressing that she wished she could do something back.

She pushed the thoughts from her mind. She wouldn't go there now. Not when she was beginning to feel whole. The whole night Scott took his time so she could experience lips on her lips. Fingertips on her fingertips. But so he wouldn't be hurt.

Because he couldn't do that to her. Because he knew if he got hurt it would break her.

Scott's mind woke slowly to the sound of running water. Slipping on his glasses he sat up. From his bed he saw the door to his private bathroom was opened but just barely. Bewildered he stood from the warm air underneath the covers and walked to the door.

Opening the door a little more so he could see in he caught himself with what he saw.

A tall figure, long red hair, porcelain skin was rinsing his shampoo from her hair, her hourglass figured body shimmering under the sunlight from the droplets of water making their way hurriedly down her flesh.

He felt the urge to rush to that shower and throw himself onto her almost too much to bear and so turned, walking back to the bed gasping for air. He couldn't believe the reaction his entire body just went through. What with the shivers and the tingling sensation that went from the back of his neck straight to his toes… and, well, the natural male reaction which the absence of that running water signaled he had to get rid of rather quickly.

Shivering he looked around. Have to think of something… someone… grandmothers! Dead grandmothers… and Rogue's luscious body lying next to me in the bed ready for me to kiss and caress. DAMMIT! DEAD GRANDMOTHERS! BASKETBALL!

There was a knock at the door and Jean's voice.

All of a sudden… Now who would've thought that THAT would've worked?

Marveling at Jean's amazing ability to get him down, he walked over to the door yelling rather loudly as to warn Rogue, "Coming Jean! Let me get into a shirt!" And so he did and opened the door to find Jean standing with a pile of boxes in her hands. He raised an eyebrow.

"Professor just got some new materials in for us to do that research about mutations, remember? We have those contact lenses and that gel-goo- crap for Rogue."

Scott scratched his head for a second and the smacked himself in the face. "Right! THAT stuff! Jeez, I'm sorry I just woke up. Does he want me down there to help right now or do I have enough time to take a shower?"

Jean rolled her eyes and started off for the lab yelling back, "Shower up Summers, I'll just talk to Logan until you get down there."

To her surprise Scott yelled back, "Have fun sweetie! Don't fall into any gel-goo-crap," and proceeded to shut and lock his door.

This was quite a surprise to Jean as usually Scott would skip the shower to glower in a corner somewhere while she and Logan flirted. Then again this just meant that she could sneak in a few little touches to Logan and have a little more fun, but what about that extra inch with Scott? She hadn't found anything in Rogue's mind besides her utter disgust at Kitty's pink closet and peas.

Maybe Jean would just have to leave Scott under the pretenses that he never shows her affection. She scoffed. Yeah, like anyone would believe that. Mr. Obsessive-over-his-fiancée. Well, it could be done. She smirked and continued on down the hallway coming up with little plans here and there.

Meanwhile…

Scott walked (sprinted) to the bathroom door and thrust it open to find Rogue no where to be found. "Um… Roguey?" He asked, looking around.

Scaring the ever-loving-sanity out of him, she dropped from the ceiling where she was balancing herself on the crown molding. "Oh, sorry, did Ah scare you?" She stepped up to him and touched his shirt.

Scott shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "Don't worry about it." He leaned in for a kiss but Rogue stepped back. "Am I in trouble?"

Rogue snorted and let out a giggle. "No, but Ah want some answers." She placed her firm hands on her curvaceous hips and Scott found himself go dry in his throat.

He finally realized he was staring at her cleavage and shook himself awake and looked at her face, refreshing his dazed expression. "Yes?"

Rogue raised an unconvinced eyebrow and motioned to the door. "Gel-goo-crap?"

Scott blushed ferociously. He wanted to surprise her. Well, surprise? "Yeah, about that…" He trailed off, massaging the back of his neck. "You see we were all looking for ways for people with socially debilitating mutations… like you and me… to be able to go about a semi-normal life. You know?" He looked up from the floor into her eyes where he saw something.

It was surprise. "Ya'll were… lookin' for somethin' to help me? So I can touch people?" Halfway through Scott's nod Rogue rushed to him and threw her still dripping wet body over him. "Oh Scott, thank you, thank you!" Tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Scott smiled and ran his fingertips over her damp hair. "Hey, I need to get into the shower, I think I smell like girl and you know… koodies." He smirked and felt a slap on his butt as he walked over to the stall. Turning he added. "There is this one place on my back that I can never get… I might need some assistance with the soap and the suds and the wat-"

He smiled as he pulled the wet towel off his face and watched Rogue's bare body saunter back to his bed and begin draping itself with all that horrible, horrible clothing.