Bruised Lips: A Kiss Every Day, Bruised Cheeks: Bitches Get Smacked
Warren woke up. Night had fallen, the stars casting light through the slightly open window. Rogue told him his wounds would heal better if they'd get some fresh air. He couldn't wait until his wings had grown fully, and he was up in the sky again. Rogue whispered something in her sleep, and snuggled closer to him. He put his arm protectively around her, and hand his hand gently through her dark brown hair. When his fingers brushed over the single white strand, he played with it for a second. It was times like these when he realized why he was still alive.
She was so beautiful and just plain adorable while she slept. Her quiet breathing filled his mind with soothing thoughts, and he wished that he could have it every night just like this. He knew she'd been tired from all the work the past day, but he'd already rested, so now it was time for him to sit, and stare at the one he loved.
"Injection time!" Hank said, with false joy, walking into Rogue's bedroom.
Rogue was sitting in a chair beside the bed, eating a large sandwich. Warren was just setting his empty plate down on the table next to the bed.
Rogue wiped her mouth and leaned in, Hank with the needle in his hand.
"Be gentle," Warren said.
Hank replied, "I will." Rogue kissed Warren deeply, and then pulled away.
"I was talking to Rogue," Warren said, "Not you. I've been getting' so many kisses, my lips are startin' to bruise!"
"And to think there are so many other places I could leave bruises!" Rogue remarked, simply to make Hank feel uncomfortable. It worked. He quickly escaped from the room, probably to go inform Storm of their erotic behavior.
"I've never thought of it that way," he whispered.
"Hey, you told me yesterday how badly you wanted to be touched!" Rogue said, laying a hand softly on his bare breast.
"Stop it, Rogue," he whined, "If you refuse to give me what I want, then stop teasing me!"
Rogue laughed, "Darn. I was having so much fun, too."
"Well I am depressed, from lack of sexual intercourse…"
"Yeah, well when did you have lots of that before?" Rogue asked, sarcastic.
"I never said I did…"
"You said you lacked it, and to lack it, you had to have it, which apparently you didn't, so you do not lack intercourse, you just think you do," Rogue said smartly.
"I knew I didn't just like you for your looks," he whispered, "You got a brain too."
"That and so much more," Rogue said darkly, "but you'll have to wait to see the rest of it." He glared at her angrily. She chuckled again and walked out the door, "Be right back!"
"Oh. Hey, Rogue."
Rogue did a double take at the girl standing before her. "Pryde."
"What the hell are you doing here?" Rogue asked.
"Whatdaya mean?"
"You were heading for Warren's room…" Rogue gestured to the ajar door.
"I was just going to go visit him," Kitty said, trying to make up an excuse.
"What, do you want to steal him too?" Rogue snapped, "Well, bad news, he only likes smart girls."
"Then why is he dating you?" Kitty hissed, suddenly defensive.
"The proper question is, why isn't he dating you?" Rogue shot at her. Kitty said nothing. "Exactly."
Rogue shuffled rudely past the girl, but then paused and turned. "Oh, and next time you wanna 'visit' my boyfriend…"
Rogue smacked Kitty right across the cheek, the old bruise hardly gone yet.
"…Don't." Then she stormed down the hallway.