X-Men Evolution: Rogue/Angel: "Midnight Flight"
Title: Midnight Flight
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Pairings: Rogue/Angel
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: AU/Future Fic.
Summary: Warren asks Rogue something.
Notes: Written for my 25 Days of Christmas Drabble-a-thon thingy for brokengem prompt Rogue/Angel - midnight flight. Also written for 100_tales prompt snow and for xmen100 prompt snow.
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“Need a ride home?” Angel asked, whispering in her ear. Rogue nearly jumped at how silent he had been sneaking behind her. She turned around and grinned at him.
“Why?” Rogue asked, her right eyebrow lifting as if in challenge, “You offering, Wingman?”
Warren chuckled at her nickname for him and grinned right back. “But of course… unless your not up to some adventure.”
Rogue’s grin widened. “Now, sugar, you know me… I’m always up for an adventure.”
“Excellent,” Warren stated and lifted her up before she could say anything else. The snow around them swirled as he took off.
2
“So what made you want to fly me home?” Rogue asked, glancing up into Warren’s eyes. His eyes met hers and he smiled nervously.
“I was hoping to get you alone.” He started and paused, unsure of how to continue.
Rogue glanced around and found no one flying around them and looked back at him, grinning. “Well, sugar, we’re all alone, now what exactly did you want to do with me?”
“I was hoping you might want to… you know… go to dinner sometime.” Warren stated, looking away to the snow covered city below. Rogue’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
3
Rogue was silent and in shock for only five seconds before she was grinning. She moved her hand so she could pull his face down to look into hers. Rogue wanted so badly to kiss him right now… but with her powers and the fact they were high up in the sky, she held that under control.
“Sugar, you’ve got yourself a date.” Rogue stated, just as it started to snow lightly. She shivered lightly from the slight wind that seemed to pick up. Warren pulled her closer, warming her.
“Tomorrow night? Around midnight?”
“Christmas eve? Perfect… I love it.”
THE END.
Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Pairings: Rogue/Angel
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: AU/Future Fic.
Summary: Warren asks Rogue something.
Notes: Written for my 25 Days of Christmas Drabble-a-thon thingy for brokengem prompt Rogue/Angel - midnight flight. Also written for 100_tales prompt snow and for xmen100 prompt snow.
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1
“Need a ride home?” Angel asked, whispering in her ear. Rogue nearly jumped at how silent he had been sneaking behind her. She turned around and grinned at him.
“Why?” Rogue asked, her right eyebrow lifting as if in challenge, “You offering, Wingman?”
Warren chuckled at her nickname for him and grinned right back. “But of course… unless your not up to some adventure.”
Rogue’s grin widened. “Now, sugar, you know me… I’m always up for an adventure.”
“Excellent,” Warren stated and lifted her up before she could say anything else. The snow around them swirled as he took off.
2
“So what made you want to fly me home?” Rogue asked, glancing up into Warren’s eyes. His eyes met hers and he smiled nervously.
“I was hoping to get you alone.” He started and paused, unsure of how to continue.
Rogue glanced around and found no one flying around them and looked back at him, grinning. “Well, sugar, we’re all alone, now what exactly did you want to do with me?”
“I was hoping you might want to… you know… go to dinner sometime.” Warren stated, looking away to the snow covered city below. Rogue’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
3
Rogue was silent and in shock for only five seconds before she was grinning. She moved her hand so she could pull his face down to look into hers. Rogue wanted so badly to kiss him right now… but with her powers and the fact they were high up in the sky, she held that under control.
“Sugar, you’ve got yourself a date.” Rogue stated, just as it started to snow lightly. She shivered lightly from the slight wind that seemed to pick up. Warren pulled her closer, warming her.
“Tomorrow night? Around midnight?”
“Christmas eve? Perfect… I love it.”
THE END.