Lonely Room: Heart of Fire, Skin of Cold
Rogue was just drifting off to sleep when a knocking came from the door." Rogue are you awake?" It was Bobby. "Of Course I am." Bobby crept into the room and sat next to her. They hugged which is about how physical it got. Bobby went over to the radio and put it on a station that was playing one of those early eighties love songs. They both heard Logan walking around upstairs, dragging his feet. Oh well they both thought and got back to the thing at hand, each other.
Rogue asked him a lot of questions about his feeling on her. Some where just crazy like "Would you still love me if I was prettier?" "WHAT?" He said. "Your beautiful what are you talking about?" She said she was going though some feelings and she was happy he was here. Then she started crying she wants to touch Bobby SO bad it hurt on the deepest level. He grabbed her and kissed the flesh of her lips.
This was the only way for her to feel bobby. It hurt but bobby didn't really care he loved her. She pushed him away and after a minute bobby was ok. He said he had written a poem for her. "The sun sets in the west, my love for us never tires, when we're together, I am whole." She looked into his eyes and started to shiver "I love you."
Bobby got up and turned of the radio and they lay in her bed, and held each other warm bodies. They didn't talk much. "Look at this" Bobby thought. Another Moment of love, Another Moment together, Another Lonely Room for rogue. Bobby wished there was some way he could help the love of his life.
