Cold

Hello again darlies, miss me. This chapter does contain some spoilers in X3, so if you haven’t seen it I suggest you rent or buy the damned movie. LOL, im really serious.

John POV

Pyro, judging by the way her body seemed to relax into an almost placid manner, conceded that she must have passed out again. Not new, and used to the fright of others he was surprised that her shock and rebuke of his person bothered him so much. How could she, an emotionally weak mutant who followed after not only Bobby but Wolverine like some sort of sick puppy, make him feel anything but hate. He was only here to use her. To make her pay. To make her realize, that when it came down to it the bad guys always won. A fact that she and her little X-Men companions could never understand.

Distracting himself from his current way of thinking he glanced around looking for a place to rest, he decided to sit on an unoccupied log and let Rogue continue to lie on the cold Earth. It was beyond his comprehension whatever made Rouge and her friends believe that the humans could actually learn to live in peace with them someday. Did she not notice which side had exactly started this war.

Glancing at her one more time, and determining hat her sleeping with him had scared her that bad, he wondered why did she live in denial. It was clear that she wanted him. Ever since the first they met, the attraction, despite her strong little pious charade, was obviously there. Whether it was in a touch or glance, he had always had her heated in ways that the no one could ever compare to. She could not make herself out to be a victim, because he would not hurt her. He would only give her what he knew she’s been craving for a while now. Heat. Heat in the simplest of touches, a kiss, a stroke, a union. She couldn’t say that she actually believe the ruse he told her, to get her to come here. Why would she even begin to think, to believe that he would give up all his power and position in the world to join a couple of leather wearing pansies. He was Pyro one of the most worst mutants out there. He was born with the gifts of a level 4 mutant, a gift that many could not get.

A gift, that even Rogue who was so beautiful, so special could not comprehend. She was different, a jewel even among her kind, how could she ever let her beautiful gift go. When he saw her in the line waiting for the cure his heart broke. Who had convinced her that she was not worthy of her gift. He had saved her, pulled her from that line as soon as Bobby was out of sight. He needed her as she was, that power of hers was a gift and that made her irra... His vision coming back into focus he looked up and there she was staring at him with a look of awe, what else could he do but crawl to her and kiss that look off of her face.

Rouges POV

I woke up and immediately wen back to the last line Pyro had said. “We almost just had some amazing sex.” Still not opening my eyes, afraid of what I’ll see, I extended my senses to see if I could locate him Pyro. It was unbeknownst to him, but after she had placed her hand onto his skin she felt the bond between them deepen. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore, not after what had just happened. After that incident Pyro had become a living breathing part of her. She hated him, but it was to an extent that some could begin to say was love. The bond had scared her at first, after all the same thing did not happen after she had touched Logan. But soon she came to realize that the hate she felt for St. John, could never rival the love she had for Wolverine and that the repercussions of those feelings had made her feel somewhat giddy. John had somehow managed to worm herself into her physce so bad that she had honed her almost physic skills with only him, that not only did she know where he was at most times, but when he was asleep, his feelings, and sometimes even his thoughts when he broadcasted them loud enough.

Just like what he was doing at the moment. Popping her eyes open just to stare she could not believe the thoughts that were going through his mind. He thought she was special. Feeling tears come to her eyes, so frozen in shock was she, that she made no move to stop them. Thinking that I had stopped breathing, I had frozen even more so when I felt his eyes connect with mine. This time I knew what was going to happen. There would not be any interruptions, I would not run, I wanted no needed his touch. How very true it is, when they say there is only a thin line between love and hate.

Leaning backwards I let him start to kiss me, but when he got a hairbreadth away I whispered so that only he can hear “ I hate you St. John, so so so much.” And in return I became the bearer of a feeling within so great that I could feel my bones melting, when he said something I had been waiting to hear “Not as much, as I feel deep inside Rouge. Never as much.” And then he sealed it, with a kiss.

A/N - Sorry for the long update. It just so happens I cant write unless I’m feeling unbearably shitty. I promise that I the next chapter there will be SMUT. Remember however that reviews keep me going so r&r and have a nice day. Oh yeah, I’m still looking for a beta so holla at me if your up to it.