Discalimer: See Part 1
A/N: Not that I really think anyone reads this, but here you go, part 2 of Shiver.
Rogue awoke, feeling grumpy and groggy as she often did when she dreamt of John. She scrubbed furiously at the tear stains on her face before gathering her towel and heading off to the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty.
Rogue pulled the curtain across and set the shower on hot, waiting for the room to steam up before stepping under the spray. She sighed as the near scalding water flowed over her skin. She'd felt so cold lately, even though it was spring and the days had been warm. Rogue had felt a chill even through her usual attire of scarves, coats and opera length gloves. Rogue had a momentary flashback to her dream, and could almost feel the fire dancing across her skin, chasing away the cold. Shaking those images out of her head, she went on with her daily cleansing routine.
Leaving the bathroom, feeling warm and refreshed, Rogue headed in the direction of Bobby's room. A feminine giggle stopped her short about seven feet from the door. Taking a deep breath, she squashed down her inner Logan, whose territorial instincts had reared their ugly head at the noise. Inhaling deeply again, she walked the final distance to the door and turned the knob, opening it just in time to witness Bobby in the throes of ecstasy with his hands buried in the deep, green, curling hair of Lorna Dane. "Oh mah gahd," Rogue rasped, her mouth forming a perfect 'O'.
Bobby had the good sense to look ashamed when his eyes finally opened and he began to breathe normally. Lorna threw her a vicious smirk as she turned and wiped a little something from the corner of her mouth. Rogue could feel the combined rage of herself, and all the people in her mind building as Lorna stood up and Bobby scrambled to get his pants on. Lorna was still smirking. Rogue levelled a glare her way before turning on her heel and striding out the door, attempting to quash the storm of rage building inside her.
Her inner Logan was goading her to beat the piss out of both Lorna and Bobby, and for once her inner Magneto agreed with him, telling her in his calm, accented voice that they needed to be punished. David had faded to a whisper, but she could clearly hear him telling her to rip Lorna's hair out. The John inside was silent, as he often was during the day, but Rogue could feel his molten rage swirling in the background. That was the most dangerous of all, because John's anger was like the fire he manipulated, quick to start and difficult to control. Rogue decided to head to the gym, where Logan had created a kind of dojo, to hit the punch bag and work off some steam. Hopefully, no one would be around and she could dissipate her anger in peace.