Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

Seared In Dreams	By : CajunBelle Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 7631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Chapter Four-
Rogue cursed herself silently when she felt herself react to that, but outwardly just raised a cool brow. �Like what? Go a few more rounds until we�re both exhausted?� She tried to keep her voice smooth and amused while struggling not to get trapped by his hypnotic eyes again. And somehow he was far too close� His gloved hand reached up to stroke her cheek and she was transfixed. If possible his eyes appeared darker as they burned. Gambit�s gaze fell to her lips and he looked equally affected. Rogue fought the pull while his thumb brushed her lips.

Her mind kept flashing back to her dreams against her will and she almost, almost, had trouble distinguishing them. He leaned in, his lips just a hairs� breadth from hers and her lips tingled. But before he could make another move, she somehow managed to break free of the spell he wove and her eyes sparked as she shoved him away. �Are you crazy, Swamp Rat!?!� she shouted, angry at herself for being caught and at him for making her feel like that. �I could put you in a coma with one touch!� �Remy t�inks it might be worth it,� Gambit said softly. She glowered, �My teammates would kill you for even coming close to me!� His eyes twinkled, �If dey could catch Remy.� Rogue�s jaw tightened. Why did he have to be so insufferable?!

�Just you wait Swamp Rat, when I get my hands on you�� Yes ch�re�?� he breathed, staring into her bright emerald eyes. She growled again and brought her fists up to strike him, but Gambit her wrists and held them firmly, not even blinking. Trying to jerk free just caused her to brush closer against him. �Rogue!� Scott yelled from somewhere close by. She glared at her enemy. And she was just about to turn the tables on him too... �Just a minute!� She yelled back. �Rogue, you�re late for Logan�s DR session!� she heard from closer in. Her anger built. �Better listen to yo� teammate, petite,� Gambit smirked, �Never know what may happen.�

He dropped a kiss on her surprised lips, barely long enough for her powers to do much damage but hard enough for her to feel it, and then released her wrists- slightly dizzy. Rogue threw up a wall against the effects of the transfer and delivered a scathing glance his way. She turned briefly to yell for Scott to hold up, so she could kick the Cajuns� butt, but when she turned back he was gone. And then Scott reached her. She should�ve known he�d disappear. Before Scott could say a word, Rogue roughly pushed past him, hands sparking, and stalked back to the mansion. �Rogue, wait!� Scott entreated. She snarled, glaring at him with glowing eyes. �Never mind,� he said, eyes wide. What got into her?

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^

Tonight she stayed in the Danger Room two extra hours after the session ended, beating the restlessness and the anger out of her. Watching Scott leave earlier wincing, and feeling that he hurt, had been satisfying but not enough. And somewhere in that first hour she nearly collapsed as what little she had received from her contact with Gambit slipped through the cracks of her mind. She blew up half the Danger Room with his powers, then the thoughts and images in his mind� And why hadn�t she seen the faint smudges under his eyes too? He hadn�t had a lot of sleep these past few nights either. She just hadn�t noticed because they were still basically on the same level.

But what had really puzzled her was why he hadn�t pressed his advantage earlier that day when she went for the draw instead of the win. From what she�d seen (and felt) it certainly wasn�t because he hadn�t had the strength or the energy. That question only increased her fervor in the second hour. Sighing, the young Goth ended the program and jogged upstairs to take a quick, cold shower. She couldn�t even handle running any simulations programmed with Gambit in them. It was pathetic; especially the fact that she usually pushed herself until midnight because she was scared to dream now.

Rogue hadn�t minded them when the guy hadn�t had a face or name, but they weren�t anything to obsess over then- and she could control them somewhat. Now, they were heading beyond just� sex, and now she felt like she had little control- now she found that she looked forward to them too much. She yawned. If only she wasn�t so tired� Rogue cracked open the balcony doors, breathing in the cool air. She sat on the bed and shivered, easily dragged onto the dream plane. If only�

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^^*^*^*^

She opened her eyes to find herself in her favorite spot in the woods. Remy, as she called him only in dreams, stood before her like he�d been earlier- that look of desire on his face causing her heart to skip a few beats and her breath to catch in her throat. Then he leaned in, his lips skimming hers, and the hunger was so sharp, so painful, that they both stepped back from it. Those piercing, beautiful eyes looked into hers and then she was lost. With a sigh, she offered her lips for another intoxicating kiss, and this time the press of his hands was rougher as he pulled her against him.

On a moan he seemed to devour her as his mouth crushed hers, but their lips were too eager, too hungry to be gentle. This was more than passion, more than desire, and it could not be satisfied. His hands molded her hips to his, then slid along her back, kneading her waist, the slope of her shoulders, the soft curve of her neck. Rogue�s hands moved up to his chest, her fingers curling into the folds of his shirt as she gave herself up to the pleasure.

With a sudden tenderness, he pressed hot kisses to her throat, burying his face in the spot where her neck met her shoulder as his sadness washed over her. �If only this were real,� he whispered against her skin. And as the air shimmered around them, with the stunning clarity of their connection, Rogue realized that these weren�t her dreams. They were here and now, but they were his- or theirs. She didn�t know how it could be true, but the reality of it shocked her awake.

(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)

Rogue nearly scrubbed her skin off before she realized what she was doing and threw the cloth down. Grimacing at her reflection, she splashed cold water on her face then started to apply her thick make-up. With a sigh, she left the bathroom and saw Kitty shivering in her bed across the room. �Why are the nights so cold and the days so warm?� Rogue wondered. Feeling a bit guilty, she closed the balcony doors before heading down to the foyer, unable to go back to sleep even though it was only four o� clock in the morning, two hours until everyone else got up. So she was the only one not asleep, except for maybe early-rising Storm and the Wolverine, who always seemed too be up.

Rogue pressed her pale, made-up face to the glass and imagined that the coldness was slowly seeping over her as she breathed it in. She clutched the heavy mauve drapes back tighter, staring into the window�s surface then through it as if it wasn�t there. Images flickered in front of her eyes and an ephemeral voice tugged at her ears as though he was before her. And she wondered if he was sitting up in his bed right now, sleepless and lonely and cursing, or if he was pacing his room and standing by his own window, staring outwards.

Her mind was screaming at the oddity of what was going through her, screaming at the night and what came with it, and screaming at this force that was so new yet so strong- this force that refused to be denied. And all of it was scrambling to get out into the world, seeking air and light even though Rogue knew what would meet it. She keenly knew what she was, it prevented her from following her heart (which wasn�t with the enemy), but did she know who she was- really was? Or did she only see what she saw in herself because she wasn�t ready, wasn�t sure? And she wondered when she would be ready, if she would ever know what she even wanted.

Rogue sighed and cooled the neglected side of her face on the glass as she watched the dark of the woods beyond the iron gates. Could she pass through to the other side if she wanted to? �Rogue?� She turned at the professor�s voice, still clutching the drapes. �Did I wake you?� She asked as she regarded him carefully. �No, I was already awake, but I heard your distress and was worried,� the telepath remarked, steepling his fingers. She bit her lip, having to know something, �Is it odd for two people�� two enemies, her mind substituted, ��to share dreams, thoughts, and feelings without words or gifts?� She watched him think.

�When they share a strong psychic connection, it�s not odd- and it�s very possible.� She felt him skim her mind and only blocked the details of the dreams, needing privacy but wanting answers more. His words echoed over and over in her quieting mind as she suspected he intended them to by word and tone. Rogue nodded, musing, �Thanks.� She let go of the bright curtain, and was in her room before it exploded, unknown to her. All she cared about then was the ninety minutes of quiet time she had coming to her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Seared In Dreams