Okay, so this story has a bit more to go, but not much. I'm trying to rap up some things, because I have the horrible habit of starting stuff and never finishing it. Review please! I like reviews, and feedback. Rogue/Warren is the best couple ever 

Kissed

Warren couldn't sleep- at all. In fact, he hadn't slept since the day Rogue walked out the door. He looked at the protective arm lying on top of him. He did feel secure with Logan, but in a way, it was like half of him was missing. He snuggled closer to his boyfriend. Was that what he was? Was Logan- the Wolverine- the large, hairy man that befriended nobody and loved to drink- was that his boyfriend? Sure, Logan was beautiful. He was extremely good looking and extremely sexy and Warren got hard almost every time he saw him, he was like the alpha male.

Then there was Rogue. She was adorable, and there was always a certain sadness about her that Warren just wanted to wipe away. It was torture for him, the nights he slept in their room, not in Logan's- pure torture. Oh how he wanted to lie next to her and kiss her softly, making sure she had pleasant dreams. It seemed he could at least comfort her, but she had groan strict with the boundaries of being near her. He hated that she was so afraid, so scared of life, so frightened. He wanted to keep her warm, protect her, watch over her.

He loved her.

But Rogue seemed to isolate herself from everybody. Even more so then a few months ago, when they began to talk everyday in the sessions. He hated it so much it almost broke his heart, that she was so alone. Sometimes he'd catch a glimpse of her in their bathroom and have to spend the next ten minutes keeping himself controlled.

Logan mumbled something in his sleep and grasped tighter onto Warren. Warren shifted to make himself more comfortable, getting close to the warm body next to him. He laid his head on Logan's bare chest, burying it in his skin, closing his eyes to try and shake himself out of the thoughts that never let him go.

Logan's room sat just above the gardens in the back, and he could hear the soft steps of somebody outside. He slipped out of the bed, putting a pillow tightly next to Logan. He crept down the hallway and down the stairs, until he was at the back doors. He went out of one, the warm breeze hitting his face innocently. He could see the outline of somebody sitting on one of the benches, which sat down the stairs in the grass.

"Rogue?" he asked, catching the glimpse of white hair.

"What are you doing out here this late?" her voice, almost as sad as her face, asked.

"Couldn't sleep," he said, "I was thinking too much."

"I know that feeling," she smiled, as he sat down next to her.

"So this Logan thing," he began, grabbing her gloved hand, "It's not right."

"Oh," she said, hiding a slight smile, "I'm sorry to here that."

"Are you?" he asked, "I'm not." He leaned forward and kissed her. Rogue's body tingled, at the feeling of somebody, anything- touching her. She resisted mildly at first, but as he deepened it, letting his tongue venture forward, she let herself go.

Rogue waited, for Warren to choke, draw back, feint- die. But nothing happened, just this feeling swelling up inside her and taking over. She couldn't explain what was happening- but she didn't care. She didn't want to explain it- she just wanted to be kissed.

Warren pulled back and looked at her lovingly and she blushed, "Um, Logan, he-"

"Doesn't seem to matter at the moment," Warren smiled, kissing her again. Rogue waited once more, for Warren to get hurt, but it didn't happen and she let it go, let the fear go, and he erased all her fears with that deep tender kiss. He stood up, bringing her up with him and lifted them into the air.

Rogue didn't notice it at first- she thought it was the feeling that made her seem like she was flying, but once they passed the roof of the school, she gasped at the height they floated at.

Warren placed another kiss on her lips and she didn't hesitate any longer- she just let loose, in the moment. He lowered them, stopping at their room window. He opened it with a swift gesture of his hand and flew inside. He laid her on her bed and stayed flying above her, finally settling against her, his wings folding back. He kissed her neck softly, not like the animal he was with Logan- but like the true person he was- the one he was with Rogue.

She moaned softly and he laughed, he couldn't even imagine how enjoyable this was for her. He slid his hand down the side of her body and then up her shirt, tracing her pale skin. He helped her lift it over her head and he kissed her stomach, her face turning red in a blush. His mouth stopped at the top of her jeans and he hesitated to unzip them, but Rogue nodded. He did so and then quickly removed his own clothing, all but his boxers.

Soon their bare bodies were together, moving as one, as a single thing, loving, caring and neutering each other. He went slowly with her, soft, gentle and it seemed enjoyable enough- especially for somebody never touched.

When he pulled back, lying next to her, their hands tightly together, she leaned over and whispered, "Thank you."

Warren thought long and hard about a response, but only replied with a bit of a smile, "You're more than welcome."