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[open log] Cooooold

Characters: Rogue, PEOPLES
Setting: Outside the mansion
Content: ...stuff?
Status: OPEN OPEN OPEN OMG OPEN

[Rogue's decided that she really doesn't like treadmills and is therefore somewhat bundled up so she can take a run outside the lake instead. Logan's been pushing her in training and she's really not fond of feeling like she's going to keel over after every training session. Her solution to this is to work out more and that involves running. In the cold. She's starting to second guess this solution thing.]

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[She doesn't realise that this is how intense things have gotten. It's not like she doesn't know that he cares about her. She's known that for awhile now. But this hug... she's too emotionally obtuse to realise the full extent of what exactly is going on in his mind. So this hug is just a comforting one to replace the kiss they can never have.

And then she pulls away a bit, not wanting to dwell on the matter anymore.]

[Realizing he loves her is enough the knock the breath out of him; looking at her afterwards hurts like nothing he's ever felt, pains him more than longing to touch her ever could.

His lips part, a cloud of cold air escaping on an exhale. She's looking up at him like she always does, silent and reserved and beautiful, resigned to their fate. His brows furrow and his breath catches slightly - it's like seeing something new about her, or just noticing it was always there. He can do nothing else but lift a hand to her hair, his fingers trembling slightly as they encounter the soft strands.

He feels like he needs to say something. Maybe not it, but something.]

You are so beautiful.

[The words are frank and sincere, but loaded, weighed down by the ache in his chest.]

[There's a faint blush on her cheeks and she laughs softly, trying to move everything away from the intense place it had been stuck in for the past few minutes. She manages an amused grin.]

Thanks, sugah, but I'm pretty sure that bein' bundled up in sweats takes me pretty far out of the beautiful category.

[He returns her grin, but it's more of a sad smile that falls away quickly. He's not surprised she merely blushes and ignores the weight of his words and their inflection. Somehow that makes this hurt all the more.]

No, sweetheart... you're wrong.

Julian... [She bites her lip nervously, realising that they're not getting past this intensity and that it's possibly she's missing an underlying something here.] Can we... can we not do this right now? Please? You could come by later or...

Yeah... yeah, sure. [Her question snaps him out of it, just enough to lean back a little, his hand falling down to her shoulder. His eyes dart a bit but return to her; his lips close.

He realizes he has been looking at her intensely for awhile now, probably still is. But he's not sure he could stop himself if he really gave it a try. Not now.] ...sure. Later.

Edited 2011-02-17 07:28 (UTC)

[Yeah, she's definitely been missing something here. Her gaze drops away from his, teeth still pulling at her bottom lip.] Sorry, I just... I should probably go run. [The words sound lame even to her ears.]

Yeah. [He sucks in a breath of cold air. She should, he should; that's why they are here. Yet his realization has put him on a high; he feels frazzled and not really here at all.

He lets out his breath and the words nearly burst from his lips. I'm in love with you.

But something makes him pause, looking down at her. Fear and then a wash of sudden anxiety. He's not afraid, is he? Not over the possibility she doesn't love him back, no. Just the abrupt panic that he cares about her like this, that he cares for anyone like this, and every time he does- as if loving her means she'll disappear now.

He doesn't think any further; he can't. He stops. Instead he leans in, his hands cupping her face and his lips capturing hers, the kiss earnest and soft and painful in more ways than one. If his eyes weren't closed he's sure his vision would have blackened; he sways and drops his hands to her shoulders, gasping for air.]

Edited 2011-02-18 00:16 (UTC)

[She doesn't even think as his lips meet hers and she savours the moments because she knows it's not going to last. And then it doesn't. In the next moment, she feels her mutation kick in and her hands automatically come up to his shoulders to support him, one moving on the carefully cup his jaw. There's concern in her eyes and she bites her lip nervously. Even though she instinctively knows that she didn't drain enough from him to do any serious damage, a small part of her can't help but panic just a little bit.] Sugah, are you... [Her voice trails off, leaving the rest of the words unsaid.]

[There's nothing enjoyable or romantic about the dizziness he's experiencing now, the sapping of energy, the labored, wheezing breaths he's gulping down. He leans on her a little, leans his jaw into the tenderness of her caressing hand, knows kissing her was foolish and desperate and god, he's a fucking idiot because he'd do it again and again and again.]

Fine. [He chokes the answer out, lifts his blue eyes to meet hers, so wide and green and concerned. It makes him straighten, set his jaw to ease her worry.]

I'm going to end up killing you one day if we keep this up. [Her tone is light but the concern is still in her eyes. Because it doesn't matter if he tries to act like he's almost back to normal again. She knows what her stupid mutation took from him and is going to keep worrying. She doesn't mind that he leans on her, she's almost glad of it and that he's not being stubborn about it.

And then, of course, there's a voice in the back of her mind that's just cursing her damned powers yet again. Like it always does.]

I doubt in the way you think it will. [He says the response dryly, coughing just slightly as he reaches to hold onto her tightly, fiercely - to stay upright and to hold her too, to feel that she's there. A soft hum escapes him; he rests his eyes and lets his head fall to her shoulder again, and breathes her in.] God, sweetheart...

I know. [Gloved fingers weave through his short hair as he leans against her. She bites her lip again, glad that he can't see her continuing worry.] I know.

Do you? [The question is low and throaty and a challenge; his fingers curl into the soft fabric of her jacket and he pulls back to rest his lips above her ear. He can't help but shiver at the intimacy of her fingers against his scalp, close his eyes at the pressure of her smaller body tucked against his, the touch of her hair against his cheek. She's invading all of his senses.]

Julian... [She knows that one. Oh god, yes, she knows that challenging tone and were they perhaps inside and not on the downside of a power drain, then she probably would've challenged right back. But they weren't. Instead, she let out a soft sigh, dropping the hand curled into his hair down to his shoulder. ] We can't do this right now.

[He manages to smile just barely at that. He licks his lips and nuzzles her hair gently. Really, how could he let this opportunity pass without a whole-hearted try? Plus, it's something. It's not telling her how much he knows he cares; it's not a foolish kiss or an ill-conceived touch. It's something distracting and intimate though. It's something he can give her.] Isn't that half the fun, sweetheart?

[She shakes her head, smiling as she pulls away.] Later, sugah. Did you forget the actual reason why we're out here?

[Eventually she's going to run. Eventually. Maybe.]

Are you trying to tell me fooling around behind that tree isn't the reason? [He's pulled back too; now he looks down at her with a warm, teasing smile and narrowed eyes.

Eventually she will run. One day.]

Hmm... yeah. Yeah, I think I am. [Rogue returns his teasing smile, poking him lightly in the chest. She's just glad that the adverse effects of her powers seem to be wearing off.]

[They are, slowly. He's not sure how much of a productive run he's going to take now though. He'd much rather nap. But he still makes a grab for her poking finger, lingering a bit longer.]

It's your loss, sweetheart.

If you say so. [She rolls her eyes as she pulls her hand out of his reach, taking a small step backwards.] I think I'm going to have to stick with getting an actual workout this afternoon.

Ouch. If I'm not giving you a workout, maybe we should fool around... obviously I need you work you harder. [Yes, that is a predatory look in Julian Keller's eyes.]

[Yep. Insert another eye roll here.] I said an actual workout, Julian. And that? Doesn't count.

All right, sugar. [He's grinning, slowly stepping around her.] We'll see what you think after I'm done with you tonight.

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