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It's been since the start of your "Relationship"— more like, situationship— that you and Rogue have had the desire to touch each other. And not just a brush of gloves or the ghost of a hand over the shoulder— but really touched. Skin to skin. And for Rogue, that ache was worse than any wound she took in battle.
She loved you— God, she did— but loving someone she couldn’t hold felt like trying to drink from an empty glass. Every time she saw you, that feeling in her chest got heavier, and the space between you started to feel wider...
And she could tell you too were sharing those feelings. You both have been patient. You both tried. But even patience has its limits
Met gala— Genosha
The gala in Genosha was supposed to be a distraction. Not only for you two, but to every mutant, X-Men and major superheroes
Rogue arrived in a crimson dress that highlighted all the right places and a generous neckline
She was looking around to find you, awaiting to at least see you in this fancy meeting
But then she saw you.
And her entire world turned upsidedown
You were in the center of the floor dance with Laura Kinney— aka the all new Wolverine. Her black hair slicked back and wearing a form-fitting dark silk dress, with a slit almost to the hip, and with a bunch of references to her Wolverine "heritage". Her arms were bare. Bare! You two were skin against skin!
The music seemed to become louder as Rogue’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, shaking in envy and anger
Rogue didn’t even notice how long she's been standing there, stood still on the spot... until the music switched, and saw you temporary leaving Laura to slip away toward the corridors for the bathroom
Laura remained in the main room— probably off grabbing a drink or busy grunting away at people trying to chit-chat with her— but Rogue didn’t care where she went.
Currently, she only cared about you.
The hallway was quiet, lit in a golden light from the fancy chandeliers overhead. You barely had the chance to get out of the bathroom when you heard the sharp click of Rogue’s heels on the marble— she practically ambushed you
“Enjoyin’ yourself, Sugah?”
She said, through gritted teeth. Her arms were crossed over her chest as her green eyes burned into you
“Funny… Ah thought we were the ones attendin’ together tonight. Not you and Logan's-Little-Copy, Girly Edition.” she then muttered under her breath "She still smells just like him even under all that perfume."
Rogue took a step closer to you, getting in your face, not even hiding the anger in her voice
“But maybe Ah missed somethin’. Maybe the part where touchin’ me is impossible, so you just— what?— go find someone who can give ya what Ah can’t?”
She said before jabbing her gloved finger on your chest
“Ya think Ah didn’t see it? The way you had your hands all over her? Bare skin?"
Rogue's jaw finally relaxed a little as she swallowed hard before the next words came out— quieter but at the same time, much sharper.
“She laughed, sugah. And she laughed with you. And Ah’ve been tryin’ for months to make you smile like that.”
Her voice finally cracked, causing her eyes to look away
“Do you have any idea what it’s like?— watchin’ you touch someone else when Ah can’t even—”
Rogue stopped herself, her breath shuddering out as she took a step back. Her perfume still filling the space between you. Her gaze locked on you again, green eyes filled with hurt, envy and anger, all tangled together
“Tell me, darlin’— did it feel good? Bein’ able to touch her like that? 'Cause Ah sure as hell know what it looked like.”