XMM: "Indian Summer" (Bobby/Rogue)
Title: Indian Summer
Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Summary: "You going to put a shirt on?" Rogue asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post-X3. Spoilers for the entire trilogy.
Author's Notes: For Shanelle in the fandom_mashup. This fic uses the setting from India, the characters from Sidelines, and the plot from Unmentionables.
Indian Summer
Rogue's first thought as she woke, wrapped in bedsheets wrapped in sweat, was: It is hot. She unentangled herself from the sheets and rolled out of bed.
"Why is it so hot?" she asked aloud, perhaps a bit too loudly, for Kitty stirred in the bed next to hers. "What?" she asked, not quite awake. She frowned. "Why's it so hot?"
"I don't know," Rogue answered quickly. "Go back to sleep." Kitty shrugged and rolled over.
Rogue dressed quickly, glad she no longer had to worry about leaving her skin exposed, since she couldn't imagine anything more uncomfortable than wearing gloves in the heat. She pulled on a pair of short shorts and a tank top, then exited the room to search for Bobby.
"Bobby?" she called out, making her way through the rented house searching for her boyfriend and--more important--walking air conditioner. "Sugar?"
She finally found him in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, dressed only in a pair of old jean shorts. Not that she blamed him--she'd go shirtless too, if she could, in this heat. And not that she was complaining either. If anything she was enjoying the view.
"It's hot," she said, sitting down next to him.
He nodded. "We're in India. It's summer."
Well, yeah, but you're a class-four mutant who could lower the room temperature of this entire house to below freezing if you wanted to without even breaking a sw-- Okay, bad metaphor. But still.
She said nothing and made her way to the refrigerator, feeling the refreshing blast of cold as she opened the door, and took out the milk. She sat next to Bobby and poured herself a bowl of cereal. "Where's Logan?" she asked.
Bobby shrugged. "He and Pete went to take care of some business. Apparently Dr. McTaggert flew in from Scotland with some urgent news."
Rogue nodded, absently. That left her and Bobby as the only ones in the house, along with Kitty sleeping upstairs, since Storm had stayed behind to watch over the school while the more experienced members of the team ("What you know makes you more valuable than a dozen kids with superpowers," Ambassador McCoy had told her sternly before he left) travelled to India to investigate some Brotherhood operations there.
*
Two hours later, Kitty hadn't come down, Pete and Logan hadn't come back, and Bobby hadn't put on a shirt, to the point where it was driving Rogue to distraction. It wasn't as if she had never seen him with his shirt off before, but--well, she could probably count the number of times on one hand, and it hadn't been any less distracting any of those times, either. And none of those times had been alone in an almost-empty house with the adults missing. After all, they had just been able to touch for more than a few seconds a few months ago--in this time since they'd worked their way up to her putting her hand up his shirt (never vice versa) but not to losing the shirt entirely.
"You going to put a shirt on?" Rogue asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Too hot."
"You're Iceman."
So? Bobby's eyebrows seemed to say as he looked back at her, not speaking, and she just sighed and turned away, hoping that if she could get that bare chest out of her vision she'd be able to get it out of her thoughts.
Nope. Well, it was worth a try, she supposed.
"You want to go see a movie?" she asked him.
He didn't take his eyes off her. "We're on a mission," he answered simply.
*
It was three hours and Kitty still hadn't put in an appearance, and Rogue was beginning to feel fairly confident that she wasn't going to do so anytime soon. Which left her and Bobby watching Indian television in god-awful heat.
"Screw this," she said at last. "If you get to go shirtless, then so do I."
Bobby didn't say anything, just watched her as she pulled off her tank top. She hadn't had a bra on underneath, so . . . yeah.
She rested back down, turning her attention back to the television. Now they were even . . . which didn't seem to make the distraction any better. If anything, now it was worse, as she couldn't help but watch out of the corner of her eye the way Bobby kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
She lasted fifteen more minutes.
*
"What was that?"
"Your. . . ." It seemed silly now. She couldn't restrain herself because he wasn't wearing a shirt? "I wanted to." He was her boyfriend, after all.
*
Rogue lay naked, asleep on the couch, and Bobby covered her with a blanket. He'd make sure he woke her before Pete and Logan returned; his girlfriend lying naked on the couch would be hard to explain, although if he had to he would find a way to blame Kitty (whom he now owed fifteen dollars, he reminded himself).
He watched Rogue's chest rise and fall, then took a step back and closed his eyes. With a moment's concentration, he brought the ambient temperature within the house down to a comfortable sixty-five.
Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Summary: "You going to put a shirt on?" Rogue asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Timeline/Spoilers: Post-X3. Spoilers for the entire trilogy.
Author's Notes: For Shanelle in the fandom_mashup. This fic uses the setting from India, the characters from Sidelines, and the plot from Unmentionables.
Indian Summer
Rogue's first thought as she woke, wrapped in bedsheets wrapped in sweat, was: It is hot. She unentangled herself from the sheets and rolled out of bed.
"Why is it so hot?" she asked aloud, perhaps a bit too loudly, for Kitty stirred in the bed next to hers. "What?" she asked, not quite awake. She frowned. "Why's it so hot?"
"I don't know," Rogue answered quickly. "Go back to sleep." Kitty shrugged and rolled over.
Rogue dressed quickly, glad she no longer had to worry about leaving her skin exposed, since she couldn't imagine anything more uncomfortable than wearing gloves in the heat. She pulled on a pair of short shorts and a tank top, then exited the room to search for Bobby.
"Bobby?" she called out, making her way through the rented house searching for her boyfriend and--more important--walking air conditioner. "Sugar?"
She finally found him in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, dressed only in a pair of old jean shorts. Not that she blamed him--she'd go shirtless too, if she could, in this heat. And not that she was complaining either. If anything she was enjoying the view.
"It's hot," she said, sitting down next to him.
He nodded. "We're in India. It's summer."
Well, yeah, but you're a class-four mutant who could lower the room temperature of this entire house to below freezing if you wanted to without even breaking a sw-- Okay, bad metaphor. But still.
She said nothing and made her way to the refrigerator, feeling the refreshing blast of cold as she opened the door, and took out the milk. She sat next to Bobby and poured herself a bowl of cereal. "Where's Logan?" she asked.
Bobby shrugged. "He and Pete went to take care of some business. Apparently Dr. McTaggert flew in from Scotland with some urgent news."
Rogue nodded, absently. That left her and Bobby as the only ones in the house, along with Kitty sleeping upstairs, since Storm had stayed behind to watch over the school while the more experienced members of the team ("What you know makes you more valuable than a dozen kids with superpowers," Ambassador McCoy had told her sternly before he left) travelled to India to investigate some Brotherhood operations there.
*
Two hours later, Kitty hadn't come down, Pete and Logan hadn't come back, and Bobby hadn't put on a shirt, to the point where it was driving Rogue to distraction. It wasn't as if she had never seen him with his shirt off before, but--well, she could probably count the number of times on one hand, and it hadn't been any less distracting any of those times, either. And none of those times had been alone in an almost-empty house with the adults missing. After all, they had just been able to touch for more than a few seconds a few months ago--in this time since they'd worked their way up to her putting her hand up his shirt (never vice versa) but not to losing the shirt entirely.
"You going to put a shirt on?" Rogue asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Too hot."
"You're Iceman."
So? Bobby's eyebrows seemed to say as he looked back at her, not speaking, and she just sighed and turned away, hoping that if she could get that bare chest out of her vision she'd be able to get it out of her thoughts.
Nope. Well, it was worth a try, she supposed.
"You want to go see a movie?" she asked him.
He didn't take his eyes off her. "We're on a mission," he answered simply.
*
It was three hours and Kitty still hadn't put in an appearance, and Rogue was beginning to feel fairly confident that she wasn't going to do so anytime soon. Which left her and Bobby watching Indian television in god-awful heat.
"Screw this," she said at last. "If you get to go shirtless, then so do I."
Bobby didn't say anything, just watched her as she pulled off her tank top. She hadn't had a bra on underneath, so . . . yeah.
She rested back down, turning her attention back to the television. Now they were even . . . which didn't seem to make the distraction any better. If anything, now it was worse, as she couldn't help but watch out of the corner of her eye the way Bobby kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
She lasted fifteen more minutes.
*
"What was that?"
"Your. . . ." It seemed silly now. She couldn't restrain herself because he wasn't wearing a shirt? "I wanted to." He was her boyfriend, after all.
*
Rogue lay naked, asleep on the couch, and Bobby covered her with a blanket. He'd make sure he woke her before Pete and Logan returned; his girlfriend lying naked on the couch would be hard to explain, although if he had to he would find a way to blame Kitty (whom he now owed fifteen dollars, he reminded himself).
He watched Rogue's chest rise and fall, then took a step back and closed his eyes. With a moment's concentration, he brought the ambient temperature within the house down to a comfortable sixty-five.