Rogue's Room - Never Been close to Someone Before
It was the....the most strangest feeling, the vampire couldn't understand or even fathom the possibility of understanding what he was feeling. All he knew was...Rogue had fallen asleep shortly after she rested her head over his chest, his body wasn't cold, it was room temperature, slightly warmer, absorbing the heat from both the human and the air around him.
His eyes watched the sleeping mutant with wonder, he could feel her heart beating against his left ribs, her breath warmly stroking against his skin every time she breathed out. He was afraid to breath himself, he didn't dare want to wake her from this slumber, she looked so...so peaceful.
Her left hand laid across stomach, her fingers resting on his right ribs, she was completely relaxed, resting upon him as if....as if....he wasn't sure, as if she was...relaxed...content. He's never -ever- been in a bed before and simply...rested, it was amazing, it was....they’re where no words he could use to explain the strange feelings he had.
When he first lay upon her bed, he didn't even think that there was a chance they'd simply....rest. When she laid her head on him, he had been....confused? Frightened....curious...amazed, but most of all, he...he felt like she wanted his company, not his flesh -not just yet anyway- just...just his company..
She began to shift her position, Spike raised his arm as if readying to allow her to get off him, but she drowsily took hold of his arm and wrapped it around her as she snuggled even closer to him.
Her right hand moved up to his shoulder after she seemed sure his own arm was going to stay wrapped around her, moments passed before Spike was even able to build the courage to blink. Once again he watched with...awe...she slept so peacefully, she was...it was...god he wasn't sure, this was confusing, this was...this was as terrifying as it was amazing.
It was almost an hour and a half before his mind had recovered from the shock of simply...holding her....but slowly he allowed himself to close his eyes, the warmth of Rogue's body snuggled in his arms lingering on his mind as he laid there, waiting for her to wake from her peaceful state...
She was dreaming. A large field of flowers. Roses, lilies... and so many she had no idea about what they were called. A field of immense dimensions, large enough she couldn't see the end.
For a while, she was happy with just walking around, smelling the plants' sweet fragrance and admiring their beauty but soon, she began to feel lonely. No one was there. No one to talk to. No one.
She began to run, first trying not to step on the fragile flowers but since they were growing everywhere, she soon gave it up. Her ability to fly, she had simply forgotten.
Hours and hours, she ran but still, there was no end and no person as far as the eyes could see.
Suddenly, something caught her attention. There was a small area where no plants reached for the sun. Approaching it, she saw someone lying there and drawing closer, she recognized him.
Squatting down to him, she could see he was sleeping and without thinking, she kissed him gently, so he would wake up like in those silly fairytales.
Spike opened his eyes and said
"Beast for Rogue... can you hear me?"
Confusion appeared on her face. "You're no beast, sugah... ever thrown a look atcha handso... oh... damn"
Cursing silently, Rogue opened her eyes staring accusingly at the blinking communicator. Why didn't she throw it away again?
"Bloody hell..." , she muttered and pressed the button.
Pushing her auburn hair with the white fringe back, Rogue noticed she had terrible bed hair... but to see the positive side of it: Hardly anyone would see a difference.
"Yep...wh'sit?" , she replied the call not able to suppress a yawn. At least she had slept very well on... this... far too attractive demon she had just accidently punched into the stomach to get herself up. Mouthing a 'sorry' not sure whether he would notice it, she waited for Hank's reply.
"I simply wanted to inform you that our white-haired Sleeping Beauty just moved. Trusting my experience, I'd see he will wake up in one or two hours but judging from his state, I believe you'd better be here when this happens. Beast end."
"Alrigh'"
With a regretful look at Spike not really in the mood to leave her bed... and him... him her bed; Rogue got up.
"If it's alright... I'm gonna catch up with you, pet" , the vampire said sitting up as if he had read her mind.
Flashing him a smile, the southern belle realized how she must have had sounded and almost hastily pressed the com's button again.
" 'n Hank? Thanks! Ah'll be there. Rogue end."
(end of crossover)
Cross-legged, Spike watched her leaving the room during which she desparately tried to get order her clothes and hair.
Re: rude awakening
The intrusive voice that Spike recognised as the furred blue feline from the lab pierced his restful state as he opened his hazel eyes and stared at the ceiling. He could feel Rogue moving, she was about to go, about to leave, would he have to go as well? .... Back out there...back to where his was vulnerable to the harsh words some of those uncaring - towards him anyway - humans would often speak..
"Bloody hell..." The vampire listened quietly as, his head slightly shifting on the pillow so he could watch her easier.
"Yep...wh'sit?" The vampire gave a quiet, attempted to be muffled, moan as the unsuspected assault from the mutant caught him off guard. But it was more of the surprise then anything else, after a moment he wouldn't have known that she accidentally had knocked into him as she sat up. He smiled innocently as she mouthed she was sorry, still dazed by the unfamiliar experience, the swelling of emotions inside of him all alien and partially even frightening.
"Alrigh'" She looked so...unwilling to leave, and to be honest Spike was restraining himself from begging her to stay in his arms...he wanted to feel that again...that strange...comforting feel...
"If it's alright ... I'm gonna catch up with you, pet" He sat up as he spoke, watching as she hurried for the door, slowly, as she disappeared, his eyes dropped down to the bed. The palm of his hand reached out and touched the still warm blanket that Rogue had half rested upon, his gaze looking back up at the doorway..
Slowly....almost....as if all his energy had been drained the instant Rogue had left his arms, the vampire uncrossed his legs, allowing them to slip off the bed and to the floor. His mind - although completely sane at this point - riddled with confusion and distant thoughts.
He needed....he needed to talk with someone, someone who knew him, someone who...who know how he felt towards Drusilla, he needed to talk with the Slayer..
He pulled himself to his feet, he wanted to know, wanted to understand, maybe it was different, maybe....maybe humans did things differently. He never slept with a human before, he's never....never been able to love one, or even truly care about one...other then Rogue...and Rogue...god...both with the same name...did it mean something? He hoped not!
"Bleedin' Christ, things are so..." He messed his short hair with his fingers, causing the curled tips to appear even more curly in their now messy state. Though the side of his head was far to short to actually get curly, so he didn't have to worry about looking scruffy, and he didn't have a shirt that could be wrinkled..
"All I did was lay there....motionless...." He stared back at the bed, almost picturing himself holding her again, holding her close, comforting her...watching her sleep..
"...Holdin'er...an'....god...why did she have to go away?" He whispered to himself, covering his face with his hands, he didn't understand why he felt so strongly about what happened, there wasn't even any pleasures given, taken...done...but he's never felt so satisfied...he wanted her arms around him again. He wanted to understand why he wanted her arms around him....why couldn't Dru ever hold him like that? Why couldn't Dru ever care about him in such a way?
....Was he crying?
"Bloody hell." He growled into his hands, now what was he crying for? So what if Dru didn't care about him like he cared about her, it didn't change anything, they still slept together, they still kissed, they still...she...she did like him didn't she? No....not any more, not like how she used to, she didn't love 'him', she loved Spike, and he wasn't Spike, not the one she loved. She'd began hovering around Angelus now...acting as if Spike wouldn't notice...or maybe she didn't care..
With a growl the blonde vampire looked back at the bed where Rogue had slept upon him, instantly his mind calming as he remembered the strange sensation of her touch...of her comforting and innocent touch..
Turning about, he hurried out the door, he had to talk with the Slayer, he wasn't going to survive cooped up in a room with all of those humans if he didn't talk with her first.
Re: The greatest gift will bring the worst curse..
(ooc-Instead of opening another topic I figured to stick with the relatively unused one we already have opened..)
By the time Spike managed to follow the faint scent of Rogue to her room, he hovered outside the door, standing there yet not bothering to knock. Well.. there'd be no use, she wasn't inside, she must still be off in the Med Lab or distracted somewhere else.. and he was far to lost.. confused.. to bother moving from this spot. After a few minutes of simply standing there with his head resting against the door, the vampire pulled away and stepped back to the wall just outside her door. With great pain and effort, he sat down, his back resting lightly against the wall, though he made no noise to show his discomfort. His head tilted slightly to the side as he stared ahead of him, blindly letting his gaze look towards Rogue's door, yet not really paying any attention to what was before him, lost in his own thoughts..
His hand slipped into his coat and pulled out the stake that Angelus had used to destroy his counter part, his fingers held it, but his eyes didn't look down, remaining unfocused towards the door. He wished he knew what the challenges where that the Slayer spoke of.. what would one need to do to prove he was 'worthy' of a soul? And.. how was he going to get to Africa? And.. did he want to risk the chance of going insane again? Did he want to hear those voices.. this worlds Spike needed to get a soul to hear their screams.. why did he get them while he was soulless.. it was almost unfair..
No.. it WAS unfair, it wasn't fair that he had to become insane AGAIN after he was trying to recover from it, it's the worst curse anyone could give him, unable to have peace, the voices screaming all around him. But getting the soul would make him feel things inside.. make him 'feel' human, even if he wasn't, even if he could never be human.. he could at least feel things like one. But was it worth his sanity? His mind was so unstable as it was, how was he going to cope falling back into the mindless babble and illusions of his mind. He knew he hurt Rogue whenever he got really bad.. so if he got his soul.. and he went really crazy.. then how would she be affected? How badly would he hurt her? And how long would it take before he got better? Because Spike didn't seem insane, unless he was acting, he could pretend it was saner then he really was as long as nothing too stressful occurred..
He leaned his head back against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest as he held the stake protectively in his lap with both his hands. He closed his eyes, patiently waiting for Rogue.. he would try and act as non-depressed as he could.. after all.. there were so many things good to think about.. nice new Slayer.. Mark Raven was leaving.. one less in the 'torment Spike' gang from Lost Angels. And Angelus and Dru weren't around to hurt him any more.. that was good.. right? He wanted to tell Rogue that he found out about his soul.. he didn't want to tell her about the possibility of going insane because of it.. though she'd know everything as soon as she touched him.. But like the Slayer said,
'you never know what could happen if you went for one, things might be different for you.' And no matter how much he doubted that.. he would pretend he believed that.. but.. maybe he'll put off getting a ticket to Africa for at least until he was in a better state of mind so he could handle these challenges..
time of peace
In a slow pace - at least for the average speed she had been moving with the past days - Rogue walked the Institute's corridors. Saturday afternoons at this time of the year had something peaceful to them. Although spring's gentle, warm winds announcing the upcoming summer weren't blowing yet, most of the students had left their home enjoying themselves in the city. Some of them, who found no fun in shopping, going in the movies or doing whatever could be done in NY, had chosen to pretend it was a warm day and were strolling around in the woods enjoying the awakening nature.
All of this led to a certain quietness for hardly anyone was left to stay. Anyone but those who had fought a battle no one had noticed happening. Maybe even some of them would have left by now, trying to forget the morning's event, it's thrill and the danger they had been in.
*Aurora definately went shopping...*
the absorption mutant thought with a grin. In fact, she felt unable to predict any of those young X-Men's reactions. This was a matter of time... they would become a real team soon enough, as she hoped, and this first mission's outcome was thoroughly promising.
Seeing Spike who leaned against the wall next to her door made Rogue feel guilty, yet at the same time, she could feel a warm, tingling feeling inside which was anything but disturbing. It felt good to be awaited.
"Hey"
With a smile, she squatted down in front of him, a tenderness in her voice she hadn't even known she was able to show some days before.
"Wanna come in or are you preferin' sittin' on the hard floor?
Gotta talk to the Prof 'bout carpets come to think of it..."
Silly talk, true, but for now, this was sure better than being depressive again.. right?
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
Re: time of peace"Hey" Lifting his head, a faint smile spread across his lips as he watched her move towards him, she was smiling as she squatted before him, Spike's first instinct to lean forward and kiss her, but remembering his desire to not talk about his soul.. and the pain kissing caused him right now, he simply remained leaning against the wall.
"Wanna come in or are you preferin' sittin' on the hard floor? Gotta talk to the Prof 'bout carpets come to think of it..." He gave a slight chuckle, taking in a breath as he stood, trying to forget the pain that riddled his body as he help Rogue to her feet as well. Taking hold of her gloved hands, he playfully lead her into her room, gently guiding her as if in a slow dance.
"Been missin' you Ro'." His lips nudged at her right shoulder as he drew him closer to her, his arms just resting loosly.
"Ro', can I hold you like before, can I stay an' hold you?" His arms held her a little tighter, his cheek stroking against her shoulder for a moment before just resting upon it as he closed his eyes.
Re: time of peace
He had missed her. The vampire's words increased the warm sensation inside and a part of Rogue which was watching from the outside couldn't suppress a slightly mocking grin.
*Y'aren't fallin' in love with him, are ya, sugah?*
it silently asked but Rogue ignored the derisive voice focusing on the man behind her only.
Spike: "Ro', can I hold you like before, can I stay an' hold you?"
There was a certain innocence in his words which made her smile and think of her mother. Normally, she hated thinking about her dad after everything that they had done to her but strangely enough, this time, it wasn't hurting. On the contrary, for the first time, she could think about her parents abandonning her as something positive. After all, there were so many people she would never had met without it - all her dear friends at the Institute... and Spike.
Instead of replying directly, Rogue chuckled and gave him a nod.
"You're a mother-in-law's dream, y'know that?"
Words her mom had told her when she was younger, before her power had shown its ugly face, sounded in her mind as she said that.
"There's only one thing boys'll want from ya 'n tha's definately not holdin' ya with clothes on"
Life was so full of odd coincidences.
Leading him to her bed, she knew her quick readiness could be gotten wrong by him... but, truth be told, she didn't mind.
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
Re: time of peace
Having removed his leather coat, he simply drapped it over the back of a chair that stood tucked under a desk, he removed his shoes, but then stared at his belt buckle. Taking a glance at his hands, Spike then uncomfortably decided against removing anything further.. He looked up at Rogue as they both settled into the bed, wondering if she would be upset that he wasn't keen on her seeing his bruised skin, what couldn't be seen could easily be forgotten.
For an instant, he thought that if he looked up there would be a mirror, like always, showing nothing staring back, but since Rogue was human it'd show her all alone. Only like last time he was here, when he looked up, there was only the ceiling, he thought for a moment about what Rogue has said about being a mother-in-laws dream.. he inwardly chuckled at that idea.. wondering how many of them would run around in joy after hearing their daughter was to marry a creature of the undead.. with a liquide diet.. But Spike knew that's what Rogue had meant, which is probably why he was pleased with the comment.. she hadn't meant a dream for what he was.. but simply for who he was.. and that was something no one has ever said before to him.
Spike's hand gently pulled off the glove that covered Rogue's skin, protecting overs from her touch, a proction she didn't need with him. Dropping it carefully on the left side table that rested beside her bed, he and reached for her hand, though hesitating for a moment, his hand hovering above hers as if worried about the touch. The Slayer had said that this worlds Spike had gone insane when he got his soul.. but.. but he was already insane, so he can't go insane.. right? And if he got worse.. would he upset Rogue? He didn't want her to know he doubting whether a soul was worth losing any more of his mind.. he didn't want to hurt her.. and he liked this.. they weren't talking about sad things, and she wasn't trying to make him feel better, and they weren't in their usual depression.. he didn't want to lose this. He was tired, he didn't want to let her sleep with something sad on her mind, he liked watching her rest peacefully, he didn't want to see her looking upset..
"..Ro'?" He was going to ask if he was allowed to put off getting a soul for a bit, just until he understood what it was ging to do to him, how he was going to change.. what exactly was needed for him to prove himself 'worthy' of one. But shortly after he closed his eyes, as his fingers wrapped tenderly around her hand as it rested on his chest, his mind drifted off into the closest thing one could call sleep for a vampire.. blacking out quietly from the exhaustion of all he had been through for the night, falling asleep before he could finish his question, before he could hear the answer.. but he didn't really care.. Rogue's always supported him.. he wasn't going to worry over anything.. he knew if he was in trouble she'd be there for him to fall back on,giving him a helping hand as best she could.
She knew what was troubling him. The very moment he had touched her bare skin, her curse began to hungrily devour whatever it could get with what had been on the vampire's mind before he fell asleep being one of the first cramps of information Rogue received.
She knew what was troubling him... but a look at his peaceful face, the features calm and somehow... content gave Rogue the feeling of having to preserve this rare state forever. For him.
The following week they mainly spent in bed, talking about everything but the topic both knew they couldn't avoid forever. However, one of man's most striking characteristics - as a watcher would notice - is the everylasting struggle for fighting the unavoidable as long as possible and this was what the odd couple (?) managed to do.
Strangely enough, especially considering their age or just because of that, their relationship seemed to develop in a less physical but rather psychical, emotional way. Very often at night, they could have been seen simply lying in bed, sleeping with one embracing the other tightly as if this intense pose would be enough to protect one another from all of fate's obstacles, from this merciless world itself.
Progress, as another universal paradoxon, however, is one of nature's constants which hardly anyone can deny to participate in. At the end of the week, both felt it was time to lift their relationship to a higher level.
The morning after, Rogue woke up with her head feeling all fuzzy. This had been an... interesting experience. Both of them - for obvious reasons - weren't very experienced, yet it had been good as the southern belle thought with a warm smile at her lover. Still... this kind of physical contact was different speaking of her powers. Rogue was unable to put a finger on what exactly was the difference but she had the slight feeling that her chance of returning to her very self within the next few days had dramatically decreased.
A yawn fought its way out of her throat and closing her mouth again, she just had enough self-control to stop herself from waking Spike with a sound of pain. She had bitten her lower lip.
"How...?" she muttered to herself and the word sounded even more muffled than having a blanket in front of her face explained.
Carefully, with frightful expectations, she touched her features and quickly drew back her hand. Her face had turned into a vampire's gramace!
*Ok girl, whattcha know about vampires and their demon face? Trigger...? Uuum...*
Suddenly, the reply came like a faint echo sounding in her head. "Thanks Will" she whispered even quieter and blinking against the brilliant sunlight which, however, wasn't reaching Will, the vampire features disappeared.
With a satisfied sound resembling a purr, the southern belle snuggled into her pillow, making herself comfortable again and after a short thought about why she hadn't received Spike's weakness against sunlight as well, the mutant drifted over to a light sleep.
Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
Re: Rogue's Room - Never Been close to Someone Before
After having partly rolled onto his back, a quiet groan escaped Spike as he rolls back onto his side facing Rogue, his face hiding beneath his hand that now laid in front of his eyes to shade his sensitive gaze from the bright light. The first thing to register on his now waking mind was the light.. the softness of what he lay on, the warmth around him.. Rogue..
His bright hazel blue eyes opened slowly, his hand pulling away, simply allowing his eyes to watch Rogue's resting form without making another noise. After a few minutes, he gently propped himself up on his elbow, his hand holding up his head as he lazily continued to watch her lightly sleep. Part of him thinks he understood what it was that he was missing last night.. early this morning.. what had the Slayer once said to him? 'You can't love without a soul.' Obviously that wasn't entirely true... but he knew he would have felt more if he had the spark of life inside to help him.
'I love you, I'm just not in love with you.' She sounded sure when she said that.. and he had said he still loved Dru.. but did he? He .. he did try and kill her.. twice.. And how would he understand the difference? How would he know when he stopped caring about some one and started loving them?
For some reason, swinging off topic, his thoughts drifted back to when Rogue was in the Eternal Nights HQ, where Angelus, Dru and himself had lived since the coming of the seemingly eternal darkness.
'..how do you think I'm feelin'? Bein' a half naked guy who just got a bullet sucked outta'im, I say 'it could have been worse'." There was a smile that crept into his face, mainly because he's known her for just over a week and it feels as if he's known her so much longer. His other hand gently reached out, his fingers lightly tracing along the smooth skin of her shoulder. But the warmth and most of all the strong light caused him to quietly retreat, grabbing his pillow and tugging it a few inches towards him so he could pull the blanket over his head and hide in the cooler shadows of the sheets. The humane vampire curled up slightly, the palms of his hands rubbing the bright glare of the sun from his eyes.
He didn't want to disturb her, it was the weekend so he knew that she had the day free, he figured she'd want to rest after what they had done. Rolling as gently as he could onto his stomach, Spike simply folded his arms under his chin so he continue watching the Southern belle. Although the blanket covered his head, his face could still easily be seen, as well as some of the short bleached curls of his fringe.
(OOC: sorry, only a short one here to get Rogue outta the room to where she's supposed to be. they had a whole week, now it's about time to get them back into the real world )
A beeping sound which suddenly occured had no problems in waking the only half asleep mutant. Making a face, she pressed the button more out of a reflex than of the urge to talk to anyone about "important matters" as whoever it was would put it.
"Rogue, come here, quickly!"
, Beast's voice sounded and suddenly, the southern belle was fully awake. Without bothering to reply, she got up.
"Sorry, sugah, Hank's got bad timin', I know... but 'tis about Tempest, I guess... and I gotta be there when he awakes. What I saw in his eyes bac then in Lost Angels was just..."
She left the sentence unfinished and kissed her undead lover softly, yet with a certain kind of silent passion instead.
"Won't take long, I hope. Maybe you wanna stroll around a little as well... guess it's not that thrilling being alone in my room, huh?"
Flashing him an almost boyish grin, Rogue turned and left heading for the MedLab once again.
(TBC: Rogue - Medical Bay - Some wounds won't ever heal) Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere...
Re: Rogue's Room - Never Been close to Someone Before
As soon as he heard the sound of the door closing, Spike let out a disappointed sigh as he let his face pressed down into his pillow. After a moment, he raised his eyes and peered over to where Rogue had been sleeping, slowly.. unwanting to leave.. Spike slid from under the covers that he had slept in and slowly began to dress. Half the time he kept covering his eyes with one free hand to help stop the blur of bright light that flooded her room.
Well.. if Rogue was off doing her things, then perhaps she was right and Spike should go out for a stroll and keep himself entertained.. maybe a drink down at the Black Rose? After a quick glance about, he hurried over to her desk and pulled out the seat, picking up on of her pens and pulling a sheet of paper towards him. Placing the pen down, the gentle scratching heard as hte pen slowly, thoughtfully, moved across the paper. Pens where much different to quills, and even though they where far less messy, Spike couldn't help but think that quills brought a touch of elegance that these cheap pens could never do..
Decided to take your advice, thought I'd head out for a drink
I'll be back at noon exactly, don't worry, I'll stick to the trees.
You left rather quickly.. didn't get the chance to tell you,
You're one hell of a woman Ro'.
Luv William M.
Although neat and tidy, easily readable, his letters all had a touch of curves to them, all in his old english style, it had been so long since he wrote anything that the fact he remembered how to write as just as much a surprise as the fact he could write so neatly. Some students passed the doorway as he began to sign his name, his eyes darting over to the door incase someone was to just barg in. He didn't look once at his name as he placed the pen neatly beside the crisp white paper, not realizing he had even written out his human name when he signed it. He had to hurry, it was just over an hour and a half until noon and he didn't want to be late arriving back. Grabbing his coat from behind the seat where he had left it the day before, he hastily threw it over his shoulders and slid his arms into the sleeves as he hurried towards Rogue's door.
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