X-Men: First Kiss
Title: First Kiss
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: X-Men (movies), set after X3. Actually, the fandom is really XMH, but it works both ways.
Characters/Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Summary: Sometimes the first kiss isn't really the first kiss.
Word Count: 203
Author's Note: Part of the Nostalgia Drabbles set - possibly my last foray into writing for these fandoms
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
Out of long-enforced habit, for a week after she was Cured, Rogue flinched every time Bobby went to kiss her. And though she always melted against him a moment later, fear swept away by the rush of remembering and his soft, slightly cool lips, he felt her hesitation every single time.
She never initiated any kisses. She'd spent too long being afraid to touch, she explained. Old habits die hard. He needed to give her time to adjust. But the continued distance, no matter how slight, hurt him, and he wondered sometimes if it was him who made her afraid.
And then early one morning, she knocked on his door. He opened it, tousle-haired and bare-chested, bleary sleep-filled eyes widening at the sight of her.
"Rogue, hi," he stammered, turning to grab the t-shirt that hung on the back of his desk chair.
"Wait." She stopped him by touching his bicep, a touch that was sure and soft. Her eyes followed her fingers as they trailed slowly up his arm, past his shoulder, and across his chest until they rested over his heart. She looked up at his face. He was smiling.
Then she placed her hands on his neck and kissed him.
Fin
Author: arliddian
Rating: PG
Fandom: X-Men (movies), set after X3. Actually, the fandom is really XMH, but it works both ways.
Characters/Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Summary: Sometimes the first kiss isn't really the first kiss.
Word Count: 203
Author's Note: Part of the Nostalgia Drabbles set - possibly my last foray into writing for these fandoms
Disclaimer: Don't own it; don't sue me.
Out of long-enforced habit, for a week after she was Cured, Rogue flinched every time Bobby went to kiss her. And though she always melted against him a moment later, fear swept away by the rush of remembering and his soft, slightly cool lips, he felt her hesitation every single time.
She never initiated any kisses. She'd spent too long being afraid to touch, she explained. Old habits die hard. He needed to give her time to adjust. But the continued distance, no matter how slight, hurt him, and he wondered sometimes if it was him who made her afraid.
And then early one morning, she knocked on his door. He opened it, tousle-haired and bare-chested, bleary sleep-filled eyes widening at the sight of her.
"Rogue, hi," he stammered, turning to grab the t-shirt that hung on the back of his desk chair.
"Wait." She stopped him by touching his bicep, a touch that was sure and soft. Her eyes followed her fingers as they trailed slowly up his arm, past his shoulder, and across his chest until they rested over his heart. She looked up at his face. He was smiling.
Then she placed her hands on his neck and kissed him.
Fin