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Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: Ah Don't Feel Sexy
Series: First Love
Distribution: Anybody who has my fic, anyone who asks me for
it, http://www.geocities.com/aloysiusj/xfic.html
[my site]
Disclaimer: I don't own Bobby or Rogue or the X-Men, so don't
sue, please!
'Ship: Bobby/Rogue
Classification: romance, humor
Summary: Bobby and Rogue get creative to bypass the "no touching"
rule.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Feedback: Always! to wilde_moon@yahoo.com
"Ah don't feel sexy," Rogue protested. "Ah feel like
an idiot."
Bobby stared at the bathroom and door and tried to suppress a laugh.
"Yeah, well … you got any better ideas? I'm open to suggestion.
You didn't go for the cling wrap idea, so--"
"Don't you make me come out of this bathroom and throttle you!"
The threat was less-than-convincing, and Bobby found himself once
again forcing back a laugh. "Sorry!" he called instead,
hoping his voice sounded more sincere to her than it did to him.
"Uh-huh. Maybe I should just go back to my room and spend the
night alone contemplating whether or not I should throw you outta
this school with my bare hands."
This time the threat was even less convincing, but Bobby didn't even
feel the vaguest need to laugh.
"Don't you dare, Marie! Not unless you're coming out after me."
The voice from the bathroom was softer this time. "Ah'm just
about ready. You wearin' gloves?"
"Check."
"Alright, then."
Rogue stepped out of the bathroom wearing a long, silken black robe.
Bobby could see the edges of the bodysuit on her legs, the place where
it met the nylon socks on her feet, the almost see-through black gloves
on her delicate hands, and the sheer black scarf on her neck. He smiled.
"Ready?"
She nodded. "Seems stupid, doesn't it? Ah mean, most people
just strip down and here Ah end up wearin' twice as much as Ah usually
do!"
"Could be worse."
Rogue crooked an eyebrow. "How's that?"
"We could both have to wear it," he replied with a blinding
smile.
Rogue gave him a poisonous glare, then broke into a giggle. "Damned
if Ah can stay mad at you! Stop bein' so cute and funny for just a
minute so Ah can smack ya."
"Not a chance. You'd end up knocking a hole in my chest with
those powers of yours, then you could fly off before the cops came!
I don't think so."
"Maybe not," she assented. "Nice robe."
Bobby looked down and then shrugged, choosing to ignore her sarcasm.
"It's a little old."
"A little?" Rogue eyed the holes in the elbows and the
generally threadbare appearance of the robe and smirked. "And
my skin's just uh little dangerous."
"Okay, so I've had it since before I came here," Bobby
admitted, smiling at his girlfriend. "You happy?"
"Sure am." Her smile became more serious. "Ah'm sure,
ya know. About this."
"Me too."
"Alright then." There was a moment of silence. "So
... now what?"
A wicked grin spread across Bobby's face. "We improvise."
He reached for the tie holding her robe closed and leaned her back
onto the bed. "I'm sure we can figure it all out..."
"So, was it worth the extra layers?" Bobby asked as Rogue
settled her head against his sheet-covered chest.
"Absolutely," she replied, kissing his shoulder.
He smiled and looked down at her. "God, you're beautiful."
Rogue laughed. "Y'know, you're awful sweet sometimes."
"Only sometimes?" he feigned a hurt expression.
"Okay, all the time. Just don't let it get around." She
laughed and wrapped her arms tighter around him. "Ah don't wanna
hafta fight off all the other girls in this place. Too time-consuming."
"Don't worry about that. You're the only one I want, Marie."
"Ah know." She sighed in contentment.
"I love every single thing about you... except maybe that little
piece of Logan still clunking around in there. That's scary."
Rogue flashed him a grin. "Maybe next time I can growl for ya."
"Kinky."
"Can't be anymore kinky'n what we just did," she reminded
him, indicating her far-from-naked body.
"At least it's see-through."
Rogue swatted Bobby's arm. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"I can think of a few suggestions..." he ventured, wagging
his eyebrows suggestively.
Rogue groaned and buried her head in his chest. "Aw, shuddup
and go to sleep. Ah'd like to retain some dignity by bein' able to
walk tomorrow."
"Fine, fine, have it your way..." He laughed and put his
arms around her. "G'night."
"Night."
A moment of silence. "I love you."
"Ah love you too."
THE END
Well? I don't do smut, so this is as good as it
gets ;)
Peace & Love, Beth
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