SOOOO sorry for the wait, guys. I've just been having issues, but I DID Get inspired! For this fic. There probably won't be a sequel, but this one will have a good amount more to go, and I realized I haven't lived up to my biggest foreshadowing yet, so that'll be coming. R and R. Sorry for the shortness.
Boxes of Crap are Heavy
"This is a nice apartment," Warren said, coming back out of the bedroom. Rogue gave him a grunt and a nod as dropped another box on the carpet.
"If those things are so heavy, I could help," he said walking towards her.
"No, Warren. You are being unhurt over there in the corner. No carrying boxes. I already explained this."
"But you look like you're in pain and it's not fair for you to carry everything in."
"It's fair because you cannot walk."
"I can fly."
"You don't have wings."
"They'll be back soon. They're kinda growing back."
"As of now," Rogue dropped another box, "They aren't there, hence no fly-ie, hence no help-ie."
"Well I don't want you to wound yourself."
"Darling, shut up and go stand over there," Rogue said, "I'm almost done."
"I love you Sweetie," he said, leaning against the wall.
"I love you too," Rogue said, "I just don't love all the crap that comes with you."
"I could he-"
"Shut up," she said, "Not another word out of you, or nothing is happening tonight."
"How hard is it gonna be with my leg?" he asked.
"I'll just be on top," Rogue said, "Or I'll just give you a blow job." He could tell she was teasing him with the second part. Evil girl.
"OK! We are officially moved in," Rogue said, closing the door behind her.
"I think we should set up the bed first," he suggested.
"Aw," she smiled walking towards the bedroom, "My husband…the biggest horn-dog in the world."