Rogue emo-ness. I like this story, it entertains me so. COMMENT PLZ! I love comments, even negative ones, or better called- "constructive criticism".
The Kiss That Never Happened
Rogue woke up to soft knocking on her door. She moaned at the feeling she had, the one you have after a short nap. She felt dizzy, heavy in head and body and exhausted. She opened the door, her eyes a bit cloudy from her deep sleep.
"Hey, Rogue, I was hoping we could talk…about earlier?" Warren asked, as she let him inside her room.
"You okay?" he asked, concerned, "You look worn."
"I just took a nap," she said, "My head hurts a bit. So what, now? What about this afternoon?"
Warren sat down on the empty bed across from her own, his wings settling down beside him, "Logan considers what we're doing as fun. Entertainment. I wish I saw it that way."
Rogue sat down next to him and gave him a weary smile, "Logan's not a relationship guy, you should have known."
"Yeah well, I didn't really know him at all, when this whole thing began; he just sort of came to my room and…guess it doesn't matter, we're done now."
"What? Why?" Rogue inquired.
"Because he thinks we're getting to deep into it."
"Yeah, well, that's Logan for ya," Rogue stood up and stretched.
"If you still need a roommate…maybe I could?" Warren said hopefully.
Rogue nodded, "I was hoping you came for something other then relationship problems."
"Do you care? About Logan and me?"
"If I did, would I have offered you a place to stay?" she said. He looked absently at the ground for a second and she sighed, "The answers no." He laughed and she grinned triumphantly.
"Rogue, can I talk to you, about stuff?"
"Course, anything, everything, whatever is on your mind," she said, pulling her dark brown hair, with a strand of white, into a ponytail.
"Right, well, I'm not really sure about much right now. My dad he…" Warren trailed off, then picking up after a moment, "…he thinks I have a disease. He tried to feed me the cure, giving me all the crap about how I need it and stuff. So Logan was something I could feel good about. I feel good when I'm with him. Maybe it's the anger in me, wanting to piss my dad off further, but I really think I've fallen for this guy."
"So tell him," Rogue said, setting aside her true feelings for her friend.
"I did. Then he broke it off," Warren said, almost in a whisper.
"Warren…" Rogue said sympathetically.
"No, wait, that's not all. When I'm with him, it's like nothing else matters, but I think, well, you said I could tell you anything, right?"
"Warren, trust me," Rogue said, sitting down next to him once again.
"When I'm with you…I feel the same way," Warren said, blushing extremely and gazing away from her dark, beautiful eyes. Rogue placed a glove hand on his chin and turned his face towards her, his eyes met hers, his lips opening to welcome and they leaned it, but Rogue stopped, as they reached nearly touching.
"I'll hurt you," she murmured.
"Logan already did that, so I don't believe there's anything left to hurt," he breathed, "I'm already broken. Maybe you can fix me…"
"It will only make things worse," Rogue replied, but didn't stop Warren from leaning in further and grabbing her hand. As their lips lingered, hoping, wishing to touch- there was a knock at the door. They pulled back and Rogue sighed, cursing under her breath. Warren stood up and walked, almost reluctantly, towards the door.
"Hey, Warren, can we talk?" Logan asked awkwardly. Warren opened the door further to let him in. Logan waved at Rogue, an odd air about him, uncomfortable- different.
"So talk," Warren said, looking disappointed at Rogue.
"I'm going to give you two a moment," Rogue walked past them, but Warren grabbed her arm.
"This is your room…"
"It's our room," Rogue said, avoiding the glare she was sure to receive from Logan, "Well, isn't it?"
Warren nodded, "We'll only be a moment." Rogue smiled shyly and left the room, shutting the door without a sound.
"Look," Logan said, putting his hands on Warren's waist, "I thought about this and, I mean, I'm not this guy, at least I wasn't. Kid, I think I've fallen for ya and, I hope, you can forgive me…I can surely make it up to you."
"I donno, Logan," Warren mumbled. Logan kissed him lightly and slid his hands a little lower, "I do." Warren ruffled his feathers and folded them tightly against his back.
Logan kissed Warren more passionately the second time, letting his lips move further to his neck, but Warren pushed him away.
"I need time to think, Logan," he kept his eyes firmly on the hard wooden floor.
"Okay," Logan said walking to the door, "You'll tell me once you deicide, won't you?"
"You'll be the first to know," Warren said, putting on his best false smile. Logan nodded and left, in the same silence as Rogue did. Warren laid down on his new bed, which turned out to be very comfortable. So comfortable, that he indeed fell asleep.
Rogue returned an hour or so later. She wanted to make sure they had had enough time, and also, if they were having make-up sex, that'd they'd be finished by the time she got back. She couldn't bear to watch that, though she knew Warren wouldn't participate in front of her. She also knew that Warren would be quick to be with Logan again, after all, they could touch.