#r- thread

Unable to sleep, Rogue tossed and turned in bed.  Unable to shake the feeling that something was watching her.  Staring up at the ceiling, she ran a hand through her red hair and took a deep breath.  “Can you not remember what happened last time I caught you lurking?” She whispered to the darkness.

“Oh fuck...” The southern beauty groaned out in pleasure as he slid into her. Rogue had known the man for years, he saved her ass more times than she could count, why did it take them so long to actually get this intimate with one another? Of course she had always had a crush on him, she had always assumed that he looked to her as an annoying little sister.

“Well...hello yourself, handsome.” Her southern accent chimed as she tilted his head up and away from his book. “Whacha reading?” Rogue slid into his lap with ease, placing a brief, chaste kiss to his forehead as she did so.

"Hey old man! When did you get back in town?” Rogue had a wide grin on her face as she skipped down the stairs, after hearing their visitor’s entrance, it wasn’t often Logan came to visit, but she treasured it each and every time.

The auburn haired woman smirked, rubbing her fellow mate’s hands with her own. “It’s the gloves...always warm. I’m like a lil’ compact heater in these harsh ol’ winters.” Rogue giggled, it was nice, being able to share moments like this without causing any harm.

Crisp Autumn mornings were her favourite, made all the better by the balcony on their bedroom. Of course the pair had been lucky enough to score one of the best rooms at the mansion. Standing out in the cool air, Rogue sighed. Wrapping her arms around herself, the oversized t-shirt she had grabbed from the floor hiked up her legs. This was a life she could get used to.

Stepping into the dimly lit kitchen, the mutant headed straight for the coffee pot, smiling at the blonde sat at the large island on her way. “Morning.” She croaked, emphasizing her southern drawl. Pouring herself a cup of the hot, dark beverage, she turned to trudge back to the open table, taking a seat upon it herself.  She enjoyed these quiet moments in the morning, before the younger students woke up...before most woke up in all honesty.  Being a bit of a loner, it was comfortable for her.

“Uh...” She began, unable to find the words to say as she hurried to replace her glove.