One Touch, So Many Questions (1/1. Crossover. Rogue/Damon Salvatore)
Title: One Touch, So Many Questions.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/X-Men.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rogue/Damon Salvatore, Kitty Pryde, Remy Lebeau.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 877.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): General Spoilers for both.
Author Notes: All mistakes are my own as I don't have a beta. Written for galorechallenge Challenge 13 for Damon/Rogue: Touch.
One Touch, So Many Questions
She had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch someone. Like actually touch someone through skin-to-skin contact and not just through the fabric of her clothes or gloves. It was such an exhilarating feeling that she could not even begin to explain it. Rogue had just about given up hope on very being able to touch skin to skin with another person…that was until she might him.
Bobby, Remy and Kitty had managed to tear her from the solace of her room, with promises of an evening she would never forget. She would not say it to them directly, heaven’s knows it would get to their heads especially Remy’s, but it did. Rogue had felt his eyes on her from the moment they stepped into a quaint little club. However, when she looked for him, no one was ever there. She had shrugged it off, allowing the boys to treat Kitty and her to drinks.
Rogue was only borderline tipsy when she felt that sensation again, eyes watching her every movement as she danced provocatively with Kitty. The smaller woman giggled, lost to the world with all the drinks Remy and Bobby had plus on her.
“You have an admirer Marie,” Rogue could not stop the eye roll that followed the usage of her name, a thing Kitty when drunk or on a sugar high.
“An admirer?” Rogue echoed, prompting the smaller brunette to nod.
“Yep,” Kitty popped the ‘P’ loudly peering around Rogue, “he’s hot too,” she giggled her eyes lightly at something behind her.
Rogue sighed, not wanting to be bothered to turn until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Kitty giggled again, excusing herself before she dashed away to where they had last spotted the boys. Cursing her friend, Rogue turned with a smile, meeting the most dazzling crystal blue eyes she had ever seen.
The man gave her a charming smile, “Evening, hope you don’t mind if I bother you.”
Her body seemed to act out on its own; before she could formulate a reply, she had shaken her head. Blue eyes seemed the sparkle more at the action and before she knew it, she was in the arms of a complete stranger. They danced in silence for a beat or two, until the man tugged on a lock of her white stripped hair.
“This is an interesting dye job,” he gave a toothy grin before giving another tug.
With a gloved hand she pulled the piece of hair from him, “It’s not…Ah neva had my hair dyed. It was an accident.”
He gave a brief nod, “Interesting,” that charming grin was on his lips again, “I never introduced myself did I? I’m Damon Salvatore, and you are?”
Damon twirled her away for a moment before pulled her flush against him. Her hands felt the hardness of his chest just underneath the fabrics that blocked them.
“Rogue,” she replied breathlessly, meeting those blue eyes.
His lips curved into a smirk, a brow raising slightly, “Rogue? That’s an interesting name to be born with.”
She did not now what compelled her but it slipped before she could stop herself, “It’s Anna Marie actually. Rogue is mah nickname.”
“Anna Marie,” he smirked, testing the name on his lips as he leaned in, his breath against her cheek, “a very pretty name.” His eyes trailed down to her neck before meeting her gaze once more, “would you care for a bite to eat Anna Marie?” he asked, reaching up and pushing a lock of her white hair behind her ear.
Rogue snapped of her daze, eyes squeezing shut as she wanted for that familiar pull but it never came. She took a deep breath.
“Hey, are you okay?” Damon’s voice echoed in her head, Rogue nodded.
“Ah’m fine. Ah’m-” locking onto his blue, confusion written all over her face, “Are you a mutant too?”
He laughed, his thumb caressing the skin under her eye, an action that had her eyes fluttering shut at the soft contact “a mutant?”
Before she could try to recover from her little slip up, Remy appeared at her side. The Cajun’s hands on her shoulders as he gently pulled her from the other man’s arms.
“Sorry homme, but we be leavin’. Say goodnight Cherie,” Remy stated, eyes trained on Damon as he spoke coldly.
“Ah’m sorry. Ah gotta go. It was nice dancing’ with ya,” surprising all present, the skunk haired woman pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek. Her lips against his cold skin felt amazing. She stood back with a smile before Remy started to pull her away.
She caught the frown that appeared on Damon’s lips as his arms crossed over his chest, she turned away for a moment, glaring at the man pulling her away.
“Remy that was rude!”
He shook his head, “Cherie, there’s something’ not right ‘bout ‘em.”
She frowned, glancing over her shoulder to the handsome blue-eyed man. He was gone. She scanned the club for any sign of him but there was none. It was as though he had vanished. So many questions swam through her thoughts. The one on top of all others, what was it about that man that allowed her to touch him without triggering her mutant ability?
End.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/X-Men.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Rogue/Damon Salvatore, Kitty Pryde, Remy Lebeau.
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 877.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): General Spoilers for both.
Author Notes: All mistakes are my own as I don't have a beta. Written for galorechallenge Challenge 13 for Damon/Rogue: Touch.
One Touch, So Many Questions
She had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch someone. Like actually touch someone through skin-to-skin contact and not just through the fabric of her clothes or gloves. It was such an exhilarating feeling that she could not even begin to explain it. Rogue had just about given up hope on very being able to touch skin to skin with another person…that was until she might him.
Bobby, Remy and Kitty had managed to tear her from the solace of her room, with promises of an evening she would never forget. She would not say it to them directly, heaven’s knows it would get to their heads especially Remy’s, but it did. Rogue had felt his eyes on her from the moment they stepped into a quaint little club. However, when she looked for him, no one was ever there. She had shrugged it off, allowing the boys to treat Kitty and her to drinks.
Rogue was only borderline tipsy when she felt that sensation again, eyes watching her every movement as she danced provocatively with Kitty. The smaller woman giggled, lost to the world with all the drinks Remy and Bobby had plus on her.
“You have an admirer Marie,” Rogue could not stop the eye roll that followed the usage of her name, a thing Kitty when drunk or on a sugar high.
“An admirer?” Rogue echoed, prompting the smaller brunette to nod.
“Yep,” Kitty popped the ‘P’ loudly peering around Rogue, “he’s hot too,” she giggled her eyes lightly at something behind her.
Rogue sighed, not wanting to be bothered to turn until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Kitty giggled again, excusing herself before she dashed away to where they had last spotted the boys. Cursing her friend, Rogue turned with a smile, meeting the most dazzling crystal blue eyes she had ever seen.
The man gave her a charming smile, “Evening, hope you don’t mind if I bother you.”
Her body seemed to act out on its own; before she could formulate a reply, she had shaken her head. Blue eyes seemed the sparkle more at the action and before she knew it, she was in the arms of a complete stranger. They danced in silence for a beat or two, until the man tugged on a lock of her white stripped hair.
“This is an interesting dye job,” he gave a toothy grin before giving another tug.
With a gloved hand she pulled the piece of hair from him, “It’s not…Ah neva had my hair dyed. It was an accident.”
He gave a brief nod, “Interesting,” that charming grin was on his lips again, “I never introduced myself did I? I’m Damon Salvatore, and you are?”
Damon twirled her away for a moment before pulled her flush against him. Her hands felt the hardness of his chest just underneath the fabrics that blocked them.
“Rogue,” she replied breathlessly, meeting those blue eyes.
His lips curved into a smirk, a brow raising slightly, “Rogue? That’s an interesting name to be born with.”
She did not now what compelled her but it slipped before she could stop herself, “It’s Anna Marie actually. Rogue is mah nickname.”
“Anna Marie,” he smirked, testing the name on his lips as he leaned in, his breath against her cheek, “a very pretty name.” His eyes trailed down to her neck before meeting her gaze once more, “would you care for a bite to eat Anna Marie?” he asked, reaching up and pushing a lock of her white hair behind her ear.
Rogue snapped of her daze, eyes squeezing shut as she wanted for that familiar pull but it never came. She took a deep breath.
“Hey, are you okay?” Damon’s voice echoed in her head, Rogue nodded.
“Ah’m fine. Ah’m-” locking onto his blue, confusion written all over her face, “Are you a mutant too?”
He laughed, his thumb caressing the skin under her eye, an action that had her eyes fluttering shut at the soft contact “a mutant?”
Before she could try to recover from her little slip up, Remy appeared at her side. The Cajun’s hands on her shoulders as he gently pulled her from the other man’s arms.
“Sorry homme, but we be leavin’. Say goodnight Cherie,” Remy stated, eyes trained on Damon as he spoke coldly.
“Ah’m sorry. Ah gotta go. It was nice dancing’ with ya,” surprising all present, the skunk haired woman pressed a kiss to the man’s cheek. Her lips against his cold skin felt amazing. She stood back with a smile before Remy started to pull her away.
She caught the frown that appeared on Damon’s lips as his arms crossed over his chest, she turned away for a moment, glaring at the man pulling her away.
“Remy that was rude!”
He shook his head, “Cherie, there’s something’ not right ‘bout ‘em.”
She frowned, glancing over her shoulder to the handsome blue-eyed man. He was gone. She scanned the club for any sign of him but there was none. It was as though he had vanished. So many questions swam through her thoughts. The one on top of all others, what was it about that man that allowed her to touch him without triggering her mutant ability?
End.