Chapter 1: Gloves Off

Disclaimer: I do not any X-men characters except Jeanie and Dr Ross

"Rogue, this isn't what I wanted," said Bobby. But his eyes betrayed him. He was thrilled really. Finally, he, like every other teenage guy, could touch his girlfriend. Hold her hand in class, at lunch, kiss her good morning and goodnight, hug her when she felt down.

"No, it's what I wanted," replied Rogue. "I couldn't bear to be alone anymore."

"Rogue…I…I…"

"Shh.." She slid her bare hand into his and squeezed it. Then, closing her eyes, she leant in and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Bobby clenched his fists, waiting for the sharp pain and tensing of his muscles. When none came, he remembered, and his heart soared. He kissed her back, hard.

They stood there for a while, lip-locked, enjoying the alien feeling of painless contact.

Rogue put her hands around Bobby's waist and he ran his fingers through her hair. Then his hand moved down her neck, over her shoulder, brushed her left breast, and down to her waist. He paused, letting his hand rest for a moment. He looked at Rogue, and she smiled coyly.

Within minutes their clothes lay crumpled on the floor. Bobby lay Rogue down on the bed gently, as if she were a china doll.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered.

"I am if you are." Then she lay back and closed her eyes.

When it was over, they lay side by side.

"Wow," said Rogue, finally.

"Wow," said Bobby.

"Hey, make up your own exclamations!" she cried, hitting him playfully with a pillow.

"Argh, someone, help mee!"

Just then the door burst in and Kitty ran in.

"Bobby, are you ok? I heard-OH MY GOD! I AM SO SORRY YOU GUYS!"

She rushed out of the room, tomato red, mumbling something about "damn doors need locks."

Rogue and Bobby stared at each other for a second, before bursting into fits of laughter. When they had finally stopped, Rogue sighed, lying her head on Bobby's chest.

"Bobby?"

"Hmm…"

"I love you…"
Bobby was startled. Had she just said the L word? Fireworks exploded inside him. Nothing, nothing at all could make this moment better.

"I love you too, Rogue." And he kissed her again.

When they finally got out of bed, Rogue scrambled around the floor, looking for her clothes. She picked up her pair of black satin gloves.

"I am never wearing a pair of gloves again in my life."

"What are you gonna do with them all?" asked Bobby.

"I dunno. Save 'em, give 'em to charity, hell I might have a ritual burning. Waddya think?"

Bobby laughed.

"Better check with Storm on that one, she might think she had another Pyro on her hands."

Rogue pulled on her underwear and jeans, and her sky-blue t-shirt. She bit her lower lip pensively.

"Bobby, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," replied Bobby, busy searching for his pants.

"Do you…do you prefer Kitty to me?"

Bobby sat up.

"Jesus, Rogue, whatever gave you that idea?"

Rogue couldn't help saying it.

"I…I saw you two ice-skating before I left…"

Her voice trailed off, as Bobby shook his head in disbelief.

"Aw, Rogue…Kitty, she's, well, a friend. A good friend, that's all. She was feeling homesick for snow and ice, so I tried to cheer her up. That's what friends are supposed to do, isn't it?"

Rogue nodded her head, though she still looked unconvinced.

"Besides," Bobby continued. "I didn't just lose my virginity to Kitty Pryde, did I?"

He pulled her to his bare chest and Rogue lay her head there, listening to the regular beat of Bobby's heart. It felt soothing, safe, and peaceful. She heard a whisper in her ear.

"I love you Rogue. I would never hurt you, ever."

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