So personally, I'm a Rogue type guy, meaning most of my x-men fanfics will no doubt be about her.
Jealous
They flew apart so fast she almost fell down, Warren rammed into the wall and Logan tried to get up off the bed and gain some balance. He got to his feet and pushed past her, shoving the door closed. Logan stumbled back towards the bed and pulled his shirt over his head.
"Wha-at are you doing here?" Warren asked shyly. Logan just stood, his breath racing as fast as his heart.
"Well I came to see if you wanted to be my new roommate…but it looks like you already got somebody," Rogue replied stiffly.
"No, we're just, we're just friends," Warren said undecidedly.
"I'm sure. Look I'm gonna go…but find me later, we can talk about…whatever," Rogue said, making for the door, but Warren stepped in front of her.
"You're not gonna tell anybody, right?" he said quietly, "Like Storm?"
"No," Rogue replied, looking reassuringly at Logan, who seemed extremely shaken, "It stays with me." Warren let her out and took a deep breath.
Rogue walked back to her room, her mind pondering how exactly they came to be. Maybe they met on a hot steamy afternoon in the kitchen and went at it, she thought, laughing, to herself. But she didn't joke because it was funny.
She joked because it kept her from thinking the unavoidable thought.
She liked Warren. She was jealous.
She got back to her room and plopped down on her bed, starring absently at the bed lying a few feet away. The empty bed. The one that belonged to nobody.