Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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Sam: He shoved some shirts in his bag and looked up at her with a wan smile. "Well. This is gettin' familiar if not easy. At least this time we'll have more time together, even if it's workin' hard."

Rogue: Rogue gave a small shrug and set her picture in his bag, tucked safely between some clothes. "Yeah... But Ah mean, it's only f' two weeks... That ain't that long when ya think 'bout it..."

Sam: "Nah, Ah know, but there's still that stuff that happened here, and Ah'm worried about you. Plus...ain't like you can fly yourself down there this time. You sure you're gonna be ok on the trip down?"

Rogue: "Yeah... Ah'll be fine. Ain't that long of a drive really..." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry so much, darlin'."

Sam: He gave her an elequant look and settled back down. "Yeah. So, Bobby and Lorna are graduated too now. That's a big deal. You seen them?"

Rogue: "Yeah, it's great, huh? They're real happy 'bout it all. Ah ain't too sure what they're gonna do now though..." She shrugged and moved to his drawers and tossed some socks playfully at his head.

Sam: He caught the second pair and bent to get the first that had pegged off his head. "Yeah. Well, people figure things out. Maybe they'll get a house like Remy did, right? Or fix up that tree house a little more." He gave her a grin.

Sam: "Speakin' of which, Ah'm gonna have to get on it with mah parents as soon as Ah get there about that whole bedroom deal. It's gonna be kinda stuffy, but Ah think we'll manage, hey?"

Rogue: "Right." She made a face then moved to wrap her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek against his back as she looked up at him, "Maybe we could just get a hotel?"

Sam: "Ah don't have the money for that to be honest with you darlin'. And it ain't like it's a very big town - there's only a little motel there and it's run by an older couple...and it's a good drive from the farm. Ah suppose we could use it as a bargainin' chip." He snapped his fingers. "Ah do know what we could do. Camp out. The only problem there would be the whole bathroom issue..."

Rogue: Rogue shrugged, "Ah'm sure we could figure out somethin'. Ah mean, Ah ain't exactly broke anymore... Maybe Ah could borrow some from Remy if we needed it?" She gave him a blank stare at the camping idea. "Ain't that tha same as tha barn only without any kinda soft place ta sleep? Or like ya said... Bathroom?"

Sam: "Well...yeah. We can always use the house though with the barn. Tentin' it would be a bit farther away." He gave her a light tickle. "Soft place? Don't tell me you ain't camped before."

Rogue: Rogue squirmed at the tickle, "Well, Ah've slept on park benches an' tha ground a lot when Ah was runnin'. It ain't nothin' new. 'Cept f' tha fact that Ah can get sore now..." She made a face at that, "Really rather not have achin' muscles if ya parents're expectin' me ta help out..." Rogue grinned again, "Unless ya gonna massage 'em away..."

Sam: "Of course Ah will. And if you're worryin' about sore muscles ain't gonna be sleepin' on a blow up mattress that does it to you. Gonna be the hard work."

Rogue: She gave him a wicked grin and kissed his shoulder blade, "Could also get sore from what happens on said mattress..."

Sam: Blushing bright red he gave her bottom a light slap. "Now you can't be sayin' things like that in mah ear at home. They know why Ah go red."

Rogue: Rogue jumped a bit at the slap and laughed a bit. "Oh they do, do they? So they have an idea o' what's goin' on b'tween us? That we're more serious than they'd... approve of?"

Sam: "Well...Ah dunno. Maybe. Mah momma's been givin' me some looks, but she's been bitin' her tongue on it if she does suspect somethin'." He sat on his bed and pulled her on his lap. "Ah think she thinks that Ah've gone off and gotten into this crazy college life."

Rogue: Rogue wrapped her arms around his neck and arched an eyebrow at him. "Wouldn't that mean ya were sleepin' with every gal ya could get inta ya room?" She narrowed her eyes playfully, "Ya ain't doin' that, right?"

Sam: "No!" He gave her a semi shocked look before he realized she was teasing. "Ah might have to do more flirtin' though. Just to keep images up."

Rogue: "Hey now. Ah didn't say that." She kissed him and leaned in enough to rock him back just a touch then sat up with a mock frown, hands on her hips, back straight, "Don't need it."

Sam: He laughed. "Taste of your own medicine, hey? Teasin' me all the time." Wrapping his arms around her again in a hug he tugged at her. "No, Ah think the biggest challenge we're gonna still be havin' is mah momma."

Rogue: She laughed again and met his eyes, her own still shining with the playful mood they had. "So... How're we gonna get 'round it? Or get her ta agree ta it? Said ya were gonna talk ta her, right? What is it ya were gonna say?"

Sam: "Welll...yeah. Ah'll just lay it out for her at first and go from there. Got two weeks to muddle through it right?" He shrugged. "Ah'll just say that we're committed to each other and Ah don't ever plan on havin' another...but that Ah'm a little young yet to be gettin' married." He sighed. "Ah don't imagine that'll totally work, but at least it's a startin' point."

Rogue: "Yeah." Rogue gave him a smile that said 'good luck and likely not gonna happen' at the same time. "Maybe she'll surprise us..."

Sam: "Well, damn, what do you think'll work? Ah'm open to ideas."

Rogue: Rogue laughed and shook her head, "Ah have no idea." She shifted to straddle him, looping her arms around his neck as she pouted in thought. "Maybe ya could put ya ring on ya left hand?" She wrinkled her nose at that idea, "But Ah ain't so sure Ah'm fond o' that..."

Sam: He was surprised at the suggestion, but not the reaction. "Yeah, but what about your hand?"

Rogue: "What 'bout mah hand? We ain't been traditional yet. Why cain't it just be somethin' from me ta y'all?"

Sam: Thinking about it for a minute he shrugged and nodded. "Alright. Suppose mah brothers are gonna rib me somethin' feirce about bein' the 'girl' but Ah can deal with that for you darlin'." He kissed her cheek. "So...that's the story then? We're goin' for a more untraditional way to this?"

Rogue: "Well, Ah mean, if Ah had somethin', they'd think we got married, right?" Rogue made a face at that, "An' that just ain't on mah agenda, sugah."

Sam: "No...just engaged." That was touchy enough he knew, so he made a face that was half apologetic and half uncertain at her.

Rogue: "Then why would we have two rings?" Rogue tilted her head at him, trying to ignore the suggestion.

Sam: "Well...for tradition. Usually is the girl that wears the ring, right? But sometimes they both do, when they get engaged. Mah momma things that's a bit ritzy, but hey. Better than bein'...well you know."

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him, "Ah like bein' 'you know'." She took her arms from around his neck and crossed her arms under her chest.

Sam: "Ah know you do darlin'. Buckin' 'the man' and all. I get that you feel that way. Ah'm just tryin' to find a happy medium here." He rubbed her arm soothingly.

Rogue: "We don't even have money f' anythin' like that, Sam. Even if Ah did agree with it."

Sam: "For a weddin'?" He got a little wide eyed. "Well no...but ring? Yeah..." He didn't bother adding he had a special saving for that.

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him, "Where're we gonna get that kinda money. Ya just said ya couldn't even afford a hotel, darlin'... An', no offense, sugah, but Ah really don't wanna spend mah money on a ring Ah ain't even gonna wear longer'n tha summer..."

Sam: He looked down at that. "Yeah..."

Rogue: Rogue brought her hand to his face and tipped it up enough so she could kiss him. "Baby, please don't do that. It ain't like it's tha end o' tha world..."

Sam: "Ah know. I just...it's hard to explain." He kissed her back though, trying to convey what he felt.

Rogue: Rogue held his face between her hands and kissed him back. After a long moment she pulled back to look at him, searching his eyes. "Ya do know Ah love ya, don't ya?"

Sam: "Ah do." He gave a snort at the irony of that saying and rolled his eyes. "Ah'm just...it's what Ah'm used to. What Ah figured Ah'd be doin' someday."

Rogue: Rogue took a deep breath and looked at him long and hard. "Maybe we could find somethin' at one o' those places in tha mall... Tha ones that sell fake jewelry?" Shit. Why was she even suggesting this?!

Sam: That surprised him. "Ah appreciate that. But it don't mean much then, does it? Just somethin' to lie to mah parents about, and Ah'd rather just face it. Ah'm an adult, but it's their house, so it's one of those things. But Ah'm sure we'll figure it all out."

Rogue: "Yeah..." It was her turn to look down. That had been a big deal even saying that much. She was slightly relieved he didn't take her up on it, but a little upset at the same time. She was willing to give just a tiny bit and he wasn't willing to take it.

Sam: "We'll figure this on out. But Ah don't want any false promises between us. Just real." He brushed her cheekbones. "You know?"

Rogue: "Yeah... But, just 'cause we wouldn't really be engaged don't mean Ah'd break mah promise..." She took his hand in hers and held it up so he could see the ring. "It ain't a traditional promise ring... Ain't promisin' ta marry ya. But Ah promise that Ah love ya. That ain't false, Sam."

Sam: "Ah know your ring to me ain't. But if Ah put a ring on your finger it would be."

Rogue: "Sam... Ah don't wanna get married."

Sam: "Ah know." He kissed her quickly. "It's ok. We've had this talk before and we know we're still together in this. So why don't we finish packin' up?"

Rogue: "So then why'd ya suggest it?" She frowned at him, not wanting to move from his lap yet. Now he was the one confusing her.

Sam: "Maybe Ah've grown on you?" He replied, rubbing her back. "It's a hard thing when someone's pulled one way and the other...well the other."

Rogue: Rogue stared into his eyes for a few minutes, trying to figure out something from all of this and failing. "Ah don't want this ta be hard...It's already been almost too hard already. Cain't it just be easy f' once?"

Sam: "Lovin' you is the easiest thing I've ever done. It's just all the details that get us confused now and then, right?" He shook his head. "Honestly, Ah'm not tryin' to make this hard on you."

Rogue: "So then make it easy..." She cupped his face in her hands, rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. "Stop tryin' ta not make it hard an' just make it be easy."
Sam: He growled at her lightly and rolled her over so that he was ontop. "You mean like this?"

Rogue: Rogue's eyes went wide and she let out a sharp yelp at the movement. "Um... Not exactly." But she had to laugh and run a hand through his hair. "Y'all got a interestin' way o' changin' tha subject."

Sam: "Well, sometimes a man's gotta do..." He nipped at her collarbone through her shirt. "Ah can take you horseridin' more too if you're not too stiff after the day."

Rogue: Rogue giggled and squirmed a bit at the nip. "Horseridin'? Where'd we go?"

Sam: "Anywhere. Down to the pond maybe to cool off. Or just over through the trees. Be nice to even follow the trail in the evenin' when the stars are comin' out."

Rogue: "Sounds nice, sugah. Real pretty." She leaned up to give him a peck. "Think Ah can manage not gettin' too sore..."

Sam: "You might wanna wait till your first couple of days at it before you say that." He gave her a grin. "Farmin's damn hard work."

Rogue: "Ah know that." She kissed him again. "But Ah gotta get some time alone with ya, don't Ah? Think Ah can manage."

Sam: Chuckling he shook his head at her. "One track mind, hey?"

Rogue: "Well... Ya know, maybe." She grinned, "But cain't say ya ain't exactly glad 'bout that at tha moment, can ya?"

Sam: In answer he leaned down over her again and nipped at her neck gently before sucking a patch of it into his mouth.

Rogue: Rogue bit her lip as she grinned and felt butterflies fill her stomach. "Ah love that..." She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoved a hand into his hair, grabbing a tight handful.

Sam: He chuckled again, warm breath in her ear. "Ah know you do. Been a long time with us, hasn't it?"

Rogue: "Mmm. Over a year." She took in a deep breath, trying to calm the excited feeling she always got when he was this close. Rogue leaned up enough to take his earlobe in her mouth to nibble on.

Sam: "Nearly a year and a half, hey?" He shivered a bit as she reached a sensitive spot and restied a bit more weight on top of her "So Ah think things are plain enough. I'll make them so."

Rogue: Rogue gasped in his ear at the shifted weight but had to pull back with a frown at his words, "Whaddya mean, sugah?"

Sam: "Just to mah parents. Things are serious enough between us, aren't they?"

Rogue: "Ah'd think so." She leaned up to kiss a line along his jaw. "What're ya gonna say then?"

Sam: "Dunno. But it's gonna be ok." He tipped his head a little for her, grabbing for one of her hands and weaving his fingers in through hers.

Rogue: "Ya believe that?" She clasped her fingers with his and went alone his neck, pausing to suck on his pulse point for a moment before moving down to his collarbone.

Sam: "Yes..." He half hissed the word out before coming to a shocking frozen stop. "Um. Is the door locked?"

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "Ah have no idea... Is Hector in his room?" She glanced at the door, then the connecting wall between the two rooms. "'Cause if he is, maybe we should take this ta mah room?" She grinned, "Or a guest room?" She suckled his earlobe into her mouth again.

Sam: He paused, biting at his lip in a minute of anxiousness. "Well. That's the thing. Maybe we kinda...well next semester that is, cause it's a little late now...and if we're not gettin' an' apartment..."

Rogue: Rogue pulled back and had to just stare at him for a second. "What?"

Sam: "Maybe we should find a way for us to have a room together here. Ah mean...we're..." He shrugged, fading into a rash of shyness with it. It was improper as hell, but he'd just have to find some way to make it good in his mind with God and leave it at that, cause he wasn't about to lose her over that.

Rogue: "Nobody gets a room here 'less they're engaged're married... How're we gonna get one?"

Sam: "Oh. Right." He shrugged. "Wellllll. You don't wanna get married in a church or by a guy at city hall right? And gettin' engaged means that you are promisin' to do that."

Rogue: "Soo... Any suggestions? 'Cause Ah don't know what we could tell Xavier ta make him let us do that..."

Sam: "Well, Ah was thinkin', what if it wasn't a weddin' like that? More like somethin' t' symbolize our committment to each other though? Like somethin'...not traditional. Then maybe he'd respect and understand our commitment, just that we weren't doin' things...like, well, you know."

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him, "Ah don't get it. Like what?"

Sam: "Like a commitment ceremony of some sort. Whatever we wanna make of it."

Rogue: "Ok... An' how would that make 'im believe we could get our own room?" She ran her thumb along his jaw, "An' would that work with ya parents?"

Sam: "Well, with them? Maybe not as much as we'd like, but hell, at least it's somethin', right? Ah don't know about Xavier...but if we were thinkin' about gettin' an apartment anyways..."

Rogue: "So... why do it if it wouldn't gain us anythin'?"

Sam: He gave her a look. "Well, don't you think it'd gain us somethin'?"

Rogue: "Ah dunno... Ah mean, it doesn't even sound like anythin'. 'Commitment ceremony'? That just sounds like standin' up in front o' people an' sayin' we're committed. Cain't they see that?"

Sam: "Don't have to be infront of anyone, really. Just us." He gave her a bit of an awkward look. "And God too."

Rogue: "So then... What good would it do? If they don't know it happened, how're we gonna prove it?"

Rogue: Rogue frowned at the 'And God too' bit, but didn't say anything about it. He likely didn't mean anything.

Sam: "Trust us Ah guess. They know how we are. And it's more for us anyways, right? Not for them."

Rogue: "Why do we need that? We got our promises ta each other already... Why have a ceremony f' it?"

Sam: "Cause it's nice?" Lord, was he the girl here?

Rogue: Rogue pushed up to be propped on her elbows, frowning harder at him. "Ok, Ah'm confused, here..."

Sam: "Confused about what?" He wrapped his fingers around her cheek and used his thumb to smudge at her frown, trying to erase it.

Rogue: "Well... If they'd just trust our word, why need a 'ceremony'? That just don't seem necessary..."

Sam: "What?" His jaw opened a bit. "The point of our word bein' so good is cause we actually do things an' don't tell tales about them."

Rogue: "No... Ah mean, we're committed ta each other already? Why wouldn't that be good enough?"

Sam: "You put a ring on my hand. We didn't really...do anythin'. Other then, well, things..." He went red again and rolled his eyes. "Dangit, you know what Ah mean."

Rogue: Rogue shook her head, "No... Ah don't. Ah wouldn't be askin' if Ah did."

Sam: "Well, Ah didn't really do anythin' other than stick out mah hand. Ah know you won't take a ring. So why don't we just do a little somethin'?"

Rogue: "How would that make Xavier an' ya parents let us sleep in tha same room?"

Sam: "Oh good Lord, let me have patience." He rolled over so he could reach her lower half and gave her a smart swat to her behind. "Must you always gotta be so stubborn girl?"

Rogue: Rogue frowned and jerked a bit at the swat, frowning harder. "Ah'm just tryin' ta understand, dangit. Why do somethin' if it ain't necessary?"

Sam: "Cause Ah want to. It'd mean somethin' to me. To say somethin'. Ah ain't ever gonna get more of a chance, right? So...this is it."

Rogue: Rogue sat up and looked down at him. "So that 'An' God too' did mean somethin'... Ah don't wanna get married Sam," she shook her head at him. "Elopin' is gettin' married..."

Sam: "This ain't elopin'. No church. No people. Nothin'. Just us...and yeah, God, but he's kinda everywhere, right?"

Rogue: "So then what is it? Why hafta have a 'ceremony' when we commit ourselves ta each other every minute o' every day already anyway?"

Sam: "Cause it's somethin'. It's not just everyday. It's special."

Rogue: "Ah could take that as an insult. But Ah ain't gonna 'cause Ah don't wanna fight..." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "So what're ya wantin' from me, Sam?"

Sam: Sighing again he leaned into her. "What will you give me?"

Rogue: "Ah don't know right now. Ah don't see any point in doin' it just tha two o' us if tha reason we're doin' it is ta prove things ta Xavier an' ya parents. Ah just don't see how that'd fly with them."

Sam: "Alright. Well, we'll figure things out as we go. Do you wanna even move in? Or would you prefer havin' your own place?"

Rogue: "We're practically livin' tagether already... An' it'd be nice ta have more privacy. So Ah don't see anythin' bad with that..." She laid back down and pulled his pillow in to snuggle while she looked at him. "Ya leavin' soon, too. So Ah don't see how much good it'll do us f' this summer..."

Sam: "No, Ah didn't mean now, Ah meant move in when we get back. For the fall." He slipped off the bed and went back to his bag. "Anyways, if it's not up your alley, don't worry about it."

Rogue: "Ah know ya did. But Ah meant with ya parents." She rolled to face him and frowned, "When did Ah ever say Ah didn't wanna move in with y'all?"

Sam: "Ah dunno. It was confusin'...you didn't really sound excited or anythin'. And it's kinda another commitment sorta thing, right?"

Rogue: She frowned, confused again. "Why wouldn't Ah be happy 'bout gettin' ta sleep in ya arms every night an' have sex undisturbed whenever we wanted?" She sat up and pulled his bag away from him to get his full attention again. "Ah just don't see how that ceremony'r whatever'd work f' ya parents f' this summer an' Xavier f' next fall if we didn't have any proof..."

Sam: "Alright."

Rogue: That made her frown more. "Alright?" Rogue shook her head and sighed. "Alright." She pulled his bag back to him and laid back down, watching him in silence. She had no idea what she'd done and that kind of irritated her.

Sam: "There." He stuffed in a pair of ratty shoes on top for the hard work and looked up at her. "All packed. When you pack up, make sure you pack enough clothes you don't mind bein' wrecked a bit. And maybe a pretty dress, if you think you'd like to go to the dances and stuff."

Rogue: "Alright."

Sam: He rolled his eyes at her and his mouth curled up. "Uh huh. And guess what. Now Ah'm bigger and stronger than you are. So you should be prepared for things like this." He pounced on her, swinging her up on his shoulder.

Rogue: Rogue screeched and her hands automatically grasped at the back of his shirt as she hung upside down. "What are you doing?!" Nice view though...

Sam: "Goin' for a little mosey..." He reached the bathroom door and tossed it open. "We don't have a creek here and the lake's a bit of a walk, but this'll do."

Rogue: "Sam..." She smacked his ass, "Sam, put me down." She wiggled on his shoulder, trying to get free. "What's gotten inta y'all?" How did they go from commitment ceremony to what she thought was a fight to him playing?

Sam: He turned the tap on. "Mmmm. No." Pulling the lever to turn the shower on full spray he took a careful step into the tub, mindful of his footing and then set her on her feet, right under the main force of the blast.

Rogue: Rogue squealed and ducked automatically, trying to get out of the spray once she got over the fact that she was fully clothed and wet. "Tha hell're y'all doin'?!"

Sam: "Well, we keep havin' the same tired old fight. This was better." He leaned forward, ducking his own head in the spray and kissing her nose.

Rogue: "Ah wasn't tryin' ta fight!" She crossed her arms and frowned at him, hair falling soaked into her face.

Sam: "And there you go again. Marie. Ah love you. So don't take this the wrong way, but shut it."

Rogue: Rogue's jaw dropped at that for a second before she snapped her mouth shut and glared at him. He wanted her to shut it? Fine. She reached behind her and turned off the water before stepping out and grabbing a towel. She hadn't wanted to fight. She wasn't even trying to fight. All she wanted was for him to understand her point of view. And possibly give other ideas. Now she was just plain peeved.

[Edited on 6/10/2009 by Esynthia]
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Sam: Damnit. Was he ever going to understand her? "Ah was playin', not tryin' t' start somethin'." He hollered on after her, stepping out of the shower himself and dropping his wet jeans.

Rogue: Rogue kicked her wet shoes off in the door of the bathroom before stepping onto the carpet, wincing at the squishing from her socks. "Ah wasn't tryin' ta fight, Sam! Ah didn't even wanna fight!"

Sam: "Then why are we?" He scowled at her socks, leaving little puddles that were ever expanding.

Rogue: She sat on his bed, towel tight around her shoulders as she stripped her socks, not looking over at him. "'Cause f' once, it seemed like y'all were wantin' ta fight! An' Ah didn't even do anythin'!"

Sam: "Well that's kinda half the problem, ain't it? You won't. Not a thing. Ever." He said it quietly, voice getting even softer at the end as he leaned in the doorway.

Rogue: Rogue looked over at him, shocked for a moment before the anger filled her face again. "Ah didn't say Ah wouldn't do it, Sam," her voice was calm, but riding the edge of her anger. "Ah never said Ah wouldn't do it. Ah said we'd need proof."

Rogue: She stood and dropped the towel so she could strip down to just her bra and underwear then wrapped up in the towel again.

Sam: His brow crinkled in immense confusion. "I didn't hear that..." When she looked about to take off again he held up a hand. "Ah'm not sayin' that you didn't mean that, just that Ah didn't hear that."

Rogue: "So when Ah kept sayin' it wouldn't work without proof, what did ya hear exactly?"

Sam: "Ah heard 'It won't work, so why would we do it." He took his shirt off too, tossing it behind him into the bathroom that he was gonna need to clean up soon, shivering a bit as his skin went to gooseflesh.

Rogue: Rogue stared at him for a moment then took the towel to him. "So ya completely missed tha most important part." She turned and gathered up her wet clothes. "Ah love you. Call me when ya get there."

Sam: "Ah love you too." He sighed. Maybe it'd be easier once they got past this stressful part. He had to admit, having to tell his parents was making him itchy as hell. "Ah'll figure this out, you know."

Rogue: "How, Sam?" She took a breath, eyes closed, facing away from him. "How're ya gonna figure this out? Ya don't even hear what Ah say. Ya only hear what ya expect me ta say."

Sam: That caught him up. "Wait...so are you sayin' this is all my fault?"

Rogue: "Are ya sayin' it's mine?"

Sam: "No!" He gave her an all out frusterated look that came out looking more like a pout.

Rogue: Rogue turned to look at him at the yell, frowning at his pouting face. "Do ya disagree with me sayin' that ya only hear what ya expect me ta say?"

Sam: "Yeah. Ah think that Ah'm scramblin' like mad tryin' to understand you and always failin' miserably at it. Ah ain't tryin' to make you out to be some bad guy."

Rogue: Rogue shook her head and just looked at him for a moment, trying to understand him. "Do ya want me ta be predictable, Sam?" She threw her clothes on the floor and her arms in the air. "Ya wanna get me a damned ring? Fine! Go get a damned ring. Ah'll be tied down ta ya just like ya want."

Sam: "No." He gave her a right offended look at that. "That ain't what this is about."

Rogue: "Then what is it? What are ya wantin' from me? Ah never said Ah wouldn't do that damned 'commitment ceremony' but Ah said we'd need proof f' it ta hold up ta ya parents an' Xavier or there was no point in it. So please, Sam. Tell me what ya want. Ah'll do it." Even if Ah hate it.\

Sam: "Ah want you to want it. To want me that much that it don't have to be all your way. Ah'm not sayin' you have to do what Ah want...which would be the big fluffy white weddin' thing. Not now...but later on. Ah'm willin' to give that up. But you ain't willin' to change a thing." He shook his head. "Forget it."

Rogue: "Oh Ah ain't? Do ya not realize how big of a deal it was f' me ta even agree ta a fake ring?" She gave a bitter snort and picked her clothes back up. "Fine. Ah'll f'get it. Bye, Sam."

Sam: "It was somethin' you hated. Ah know that. You'd hate the idea that anyone'd think you'd be engaged."

Rogue: Rogue froze with her hand on the doorknob. "If Ah hated it that much Ah wouldn'ta suggested it. Y'all should know me better'n that."

Sam: "So Ah should feel better that you hate it just a little?"

Rogue: She felt sick. "Ya should feel better that Ah suggested it at all. That Ah love ya enough that Ah'm willin' ta compromise mahself. That Ah love ya so much that Ah'm willin' ta choke back mah fear f' y'all. But ya don't. An' all y'all heard even with that was that Ah just wouldn't do it." She opened the door and turned to face him. "Should Ah feel better that ya didn't take me up on it?"

Sam: "Doin' somethin' with a grudge ain't really doin' it at all. Like Ah'd make you do somethin' you so clearly don't like."

Rogue: "Ah am sick o' havin' ta repeat mahself t'night. But Ah will one more time 'cause maybe ya really didn't hear me this last time." She took a breath, trying to keep her anger and hurt feelings reeled in as she spoke as clearly as she knew how, "Ah would not have suggested it if Ah wasn't ok with it."

Sam: He shook his head. "No Marie. Ah want you to want me. To want to do somethin' to symbolize that only if you want it. If that is somethin' that you'd not want...that you'd feel trapped in...then no. It'd be a farce of what it's supposed to mean."

Rogue: "Tha whole reason ya brought this up was so we could get a room here. Not f' us ta be engaged'r married." She shook her head at him, "Do ya think Ah don't want ya? That Ah kiss ya an' make love ta ya an' spend a lot o' mah time with ya 'cause Ah think that's what y'all want?"

Sam: "Ah didn't say engaged or married. Ah said somethin' else. Ah know you loathe the idea of bein' married to me." His lips thinned in hurt. "Ah know you like me in bed just fine."

Rogue: That made her pause. "Ah don't loathe tha idea of bein' married ta y'all. Ah loathe tha idea o' bein' married period. Bein' married... It's permanent. Nothin' in mah life is allowed ta be permanent. An' what's worse, it's a permanent loss o' self." She shook her head, "No. Ah love ya in bed, Sam. Ah love ya standin' there. Ah love ya workin', Ah love ya studyin', Ah love ya angry, an' Ah love ya sad. Ah love ya any way Ah can get ya."

Sam: "Life is permenant Marie. You can't do things like undo havin' sex, right? You ain't a virgin no more. Neither am Ah. That's permenant." He was still confused, but feeling a little less shoved out. "Ah'm just...Ah guess Ah'm still twisted up and tryin' to understand this all."

Rogue: "Death is permanent." She chewed her lip for a moment. "Gettin' married is a kind o' death. Who ya are dies when ya say 'Ah do'. Not bein' a virgin anymore ain't death. It's a part o' life."

Sam: He gaped at her. "Where'd you ever get that idea?" Something occured to him. "Did somethin' happen to your momma?"

Rogue: "Besides dyin' in a car accident while they were out lookin' f' me?"

Sam: "Marie...that wasn't your fault. But no, Ah meant bein' married. Did your father do anythin' to her?"

Rogue: "He wasn't tha nicest person, no. But this ain't got nothin' ta do with that."

Sam: "Then what? Do you think Bobby's dead?"

Rogue: "What's Bobby got ta do with this?"

Sam: "Well he's married. If bein' married is bein' dead...then he's dead, right?"

Rogue: "Bobby an' Lorna were practically married ta begin with."

Sam: "What? Did they come a packaged set outta the womb?"

Rogue: "That ain't funny."

Sam: "Well then clarify, cause right now what Ah'm hearin' is thta it's ok for other people but not us." God, this had gotten so outta control somehow. He wanted to talk about the possibility, not that actual 'lets do it'.

Rogue: "Not me. Gettin' married means Ah'd hafta settle down. Be who Ah ain't. Kill mah favorite part o' mahself. Ah've had too much death in mah life, Sam... Ah ain't willin' ta kill mahself too."

Sam: She was making something he was always taught was wonderful - the highest expression of love - so ugly. "Ah don't know what to say to that."

Rogue: Rogue shrugged, "Ain't nothin' ta say. It's just how Ah feel."

Sam: "Alright then." He was so tired. And cold, all still wet in his boxers with a damp towel around him. "Ah'll...Ah'll pray then and find a way to accept that."

Rogue: "Why cain't ya just accept it? Without needin' ta pray 'bout it? Ya knew from tha get go Ah didn't wanna get married..."

Sam: "Ah know. Ah knew you were scared. Ah just thought maybe we could have somethin' like it kinda. Now...Ah'm gonna be sixty and have a girlfriend." He couldn't help the awkward half smile at that.

Rogue: "What's wrong with tha idea y'all had?" She frowned at him, "That ain't marriage. An' it ain't engaged which is tha step b'fore marriage. So what's wrong with it? Ah mean, it don't mean nothin' unless we got witnesses'r proof like Ah said... But Ah didn't see anythin' wrong with it."

Sam: "Ah dunno. Thought you hated it."

Rogue: Rogue gave a noise of frustration. "Ah never said that!"

Sam: "Well you weren't turnin' handsprings about it." He walked over to the door. "C'mon back in? Ah really don't wanna leave like this."

Rogue: "That's 'cause it don't make sense ta me. How can Ah get excited 'bout somethin' if Ah don't understand it?" She sighed and stepped in the room, putting her back against the wall next to the door. "An' ya weren't givin' me any kinda inclination that there'd be any kinda proof f' us ta show Xavier an' ya parents. So again, why get excited 'bout somethin' that won't work f' tha purpose we're needin' it f'?"

Sam: "Ah thought you wouldn't want anyone there. That it'd be too much like a weddin' then. And Ah didnt' mean it to be that."

Rogue: "It ain't a weddin'."

Sam: "Well...no. Exactly." He blinked at her.

Rogue: "If there was no one there, how would we prove it ta ya parents an' ta Xavier?" She made a frustrated noise. "This is what Ah was tryin' ta ask earlier an' ya just kept thinkin' it was a 'no' from me."

Sam: "But do you want to do it? Not just so we can get what we want but so we can do it for us?" He gave her a serious look. "That's what Ah meant."

Rogue: "Ah don't know. Ah still don't know what it is exactly."

Sam: "Whatever we wanna make it really." He looked a little sheepish. "Well, Ah have been readin' about some things on the internet..."

Rogue: "What things?" She frowned at him. At least they seemed to be moving forward in the conversation instead of in a circle. If they started that up again, she was going to her room and leaving him in here.

Sam: "Well...what they do for other things. Like these people who don't believe in churches and the like. Ah guess whatever works for us is good, but mosta them seem to think goin' somewhere natural is good. Like a lake or stream or woods. And we got that around here..."

Rogue: "Ok?" Rogue tilted her head and pushed away from the wall a bit. "So... what does it do exactly? What's it stand f'?"

Sam: "Welllll...depends. Anywhere from a commitment to yeah, a marriage. But it don't have to be. Just - you pretty much do what you want with it, for what you want from it."

Rogue: Rogue frowned as she thought about that, moving to the bathroom to hang up her wet clothes. She was quiet while she did so, using the time to think some more. "An' what would make ya parents an' Xavier agree that it means we're commited enough ta get ta sleep in tha same bed?"

Sam: "Ah dunno. There ain't really a precedence for it, is there?" He shrugged. "Suppose mah parents'll think it's rather heathenish, but whatcha gonna do? At least it means more than just 'shackin' up'."

Rogue: She came out of the bathroom and put her hands on her hips. "So how soon can we do this?"

Sam: "Um..." Now he was pole axed. "WHo do you want there? Where do you want to do it?"

Rogue: "Somebody credible, Ah'd guess. Who Xavier an' ya parents'd both believe. Don't figure tha where matters much..." She took a breath and walked to him, taking his hands in hers. "Ah do love ya, Sam. Ya do know that, don't ya?"

Sam: He smiled and leaned in and gave her a kiss. "Yeah. Ah do." Now that it was on the table, he found himself nervous as all hell. "Well. Um. Ah dunno...who's around here that you think they would?"

Rogue: "Ah dunno... Ah guess pick from who ya parents'd believe first. Y'all know 'em better'n Ah do." She slid her arms around his waist. "Think we have time ta do it 'fore ya leave so ya can get it all settled by tha time Ah get there?"

Sam: "Well, they don't know anyone here. But someone that's staff'd probably have the biggest influence. And...yeah, if we whip it together quick."

Rogue: "Ok. So... y'all've been researchin' it. What all do we need?"

Sam: "Just you and me. And if we want a bit of ribbon or rope, but Ah think that's more handfastin', which near as Ah can figure is marryin'. So maybe not so much. You want somethin' to remember it by? Like signify it?"

Rogue: "Well think that'd be nice... But what?"

Sam: "Well a ring'd be obvious, but too easily misconstrued, hey? And you got the braclet and a necklace, so Ah dunno." He shrugged. "And then we could go there and just maybe say how we each feel for the other. And what our commitment is to the other person."

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "Ah dunno. Ah mean, y'all could give me a ring like Ah did y'all. Ah'd just wear it on mah right hand..." She frowned more, "But then... Would Ah hafta get y'all somethin'?"

Sam: "No, we could just reuse this one. Makes sense. Ah don't use a lot of jewlery." He rubbed his hands together nervously. "Ok. Well. Ah suppose Ah should go get that then. And find a teacher."

Rogue: "Ok." She kissed him then looked down at their mostly naked bodies. "Ah think ya should get dressed first."

Sam: Red in the face he nodded. "Yeah. Ah will. And Marie? Ah love you..."

Rogue: "Ah know it, sugah. Ah love you too." She frowned a bit and gave his damp behind a squeeze. "An' don'tcha ever question that again. Hear?"

Sam: He chuckled and pulled her to him, against his chest. "Yeah. Ah do."
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Sam: He buttoned his shirt up to the collar and then frowned and undid one. No tie today. Tie's would make her anxious, no doubt. Formal to her meant wedding. He finally nodded, happy with his appearance and left the bathroom.

Rogue: Rogue walked down to Sam's room, fluffing her hair with a hand. She almost walked right in but paused and knocked instead. She didn't want to surprise the roomie... "Rebel?"

Sam: He swung open the door. "Hey! Uh. You ready?" Now it was starting to sink in. His chest kinda felt tight and he had butterflies the size of jet fighters in his stomach.

Rogue: "Yeah." She grinned at him and started to lean in to kiss him hello but paused at how he was dressed. "Um... Or not?" Rogue looked down at her tied up top, jeans, and cowboy boots. "We gotta look nice f' this?"

Sam: "You look beautiful darlin'." He leaned in and kissed her. "Ah especially like this bit." His fingers brushed her bit of belly that was showing below her shirt.

Rogue: Rogue smirked and kissed him back, giggling a bit at the touch. "Compared ta y'all, Ah'm underdressed."

Sam: "Well some of the things Ah read had people a lot less dressed than that too." He added with a little smile. "Ok. Well. Let's do this then..."

Rogue: "Ya sure? Should Ah go change?" She looked down at herself again then up at him, biting her lip. "Did ya find a staff member ta come with us? An' what is it we need ta do exactly? That's still a bit fuzzy..."

Sam: "No. You're perfect, just as Ah said. And yeah, Ah found somebody..." He sure did. "Um, he's out already there. And we just kinda say what the other person means to us and what we plan to do by them. Easy enough, right? No formal things to it. Other than the water. Near as Ah can figure, water's some sorta...thing in most stuff, so Ah figure followin' that part won't hurt. Keepin' it simple though. We'll just dip our hands in."

Rogue: "Just dip our hands in?" She frowned, "What's that f'?"

Sam: "Just to wash away any of the bad stuff." He wrapped his arm around her and started leading the way through the halls. "Ah think..." At her unsettled look he shrugged. "At any route it don't mean anythin' past just bein' us. This ain't anythin' more than a fancy promise, right? But it ain't anythin' to do with a weddin'."

Rogue: "Right." She took a deep breath and let it out slow. If it wasn't anything to do with a wedding, why was she so nervous? "It ain't permanent, right?"

Sam: "Well not like a weddin'. It's jus'...we're promisin' to each other, right? So just say what you're willin' to promise."

Rogue: "...'Kay." She took another breath and tried to loosen her death grip on his hand hanging over her shoulder. "Whadda we do 'bout tha rings'r whatever?"

Sam: "Just give them to each other. Sound right?" He gave her an uncertain look. "I'm fine with whatever. You wanna do anythin' more?"

Rogue: "Ah dunno? Is there more?" She gave him a confused look, "What else is there?"

Sam: "Nothin'...Ah just wanted to offer."

Rogue: "Well... Is there somethin' y'all're wantin' ta do?"

Sam: "No...no, this is good. Ah'm happy." He smiled wide to reassure her. "This is good."

Howlett: "Theeeere you are, my little lovebirds." James brought his hands together as he saw Sam and Rogue finally making their way to him. He had promised himself he wasn't going to cry. Stay firm! Stiff upper lip! Yes, that's it, that is why you're going to be a star again.

Howlett: "Now, get over here before we have to chase one of you down for cold feet or I lose my composure."

Sam: He caught tight to Marie's hand and held on. "Um...Mr. Howlett...this isn't a weddin' remember?" He knew he'd explained it well. But with all the weddingish words he was scared she'd bolt.

Rogue: Rogue felt her eyes go wide and she clung to Sam's hand like it was a lifeline. "Hey, um... Professor." She gave Sam a scared glance. Cold feet? Why should one of them get cold feet about just saying they loved each other? Was he not telling her something?

Howlett: "It would be a challenge for this to be a wedding, Sweet Tea, they won't let me have my wedding let alone let me marry." He laughed though, lifting his hands palm up and wiggling his fingers quickly to beckon them on over. "I'm just here to bear witness and celebrate the affection."

Rogue: Sweet Tea? She glanced at Sam again. Was he talking to him? Rogue chewed her lip and looked back at Howlett, not sure if she wanted to go anywhere near the spirit fingers at the moment... Ok, maybe she wasn't so ready.

Sam: He took a deep breath and reminded himself he was lucky to have a witness. "Well thank you Mr. Howlett. We surely do appreciate you takin' the time to do this." He walked over to the area, out of the way of site of the school, half tugging Marie. Lord...this wasn't gonna be a day he was gonna forget anytime soon."

Howlett: "Appreciate it? I'm just glad to be asked." Ecstatic really. It was strange how attached to students you got at Xavier's. He only wished his little Strawberry Shortcake Lambchop were still here and maybe he could be doing this with her. Sigh "I hope you don't mind I brought my camera, dears. For after only, no flash, promise!"

Rogue: Rogue froze on the spot. Camera? She barely managed not to eep at that.

Sam: "Actually that's a good idea. Ah'm sure mah parents would be happy to see one picture at least." He hoped that she would just write it off as proof. "And you'll do up a letter, Mr. Howlett?"

Howlett: "Oh of course! We'll discuss stationary afterwards, I have a selection." He would have to warm up his calligraphy skills for the occasion as well.

Sam: "Oh, anythin's fine..." He winced internally and hoped Marie didn't totally freak out. Actually, this was helping with his own worries, so in a really weird twisted way this was a good thing. "Um. Ok. You wanna go first darlin'? Or me?"

Rogue: "Um... Thanks..Ah think?" She tried to give a small laugh but it came out more like a whimper. Rogue took a slow deep breath and tried to ignore Howlett, turning to Sam with only a slightly forced smile. "Y'all, Ah guess... Y'all researched it, not me."

Sam: "Ok." He swallowed hard and looked at Mr. Howlett and then her again. "Um. Rogue..." Another hard swallow. "You mean a lot to me. Ah love you and Ah love the time we spend together. Ah know that we have our moments and all, but Ah know that we'll always figure things out in the end." He shifted a bit on his feet, giving her a nervous smile.

Sam: "Ah love you darlin' and Ah wanna promise to stand by you and look out for you as best as Ah can. Ah promise that Ah'll be faithful and true to you." One last deep breath. "Ah love you. Ah wouldnt' wanna be anywhere else. Ah choose to commit to you because Ah can't imagine anythin' else Ah'd rather do."

Howlett: You promised! You're not going to let yourself have even a sniffle!

Sam: He pulled a simple ring out of his pocket, silver because he knew better than to get her gold with all that significance, but he'd risked getting her a small stone in it. "Ah got you an emerald. It matches your eyes and all...but it's mostly cause Ah read up on it and emerald stands for faithful love." He held it out to her. "Um. It also gives reason and wisdom, but Ah was thinkin' more of the love thing."

Rogue: Rogue felt a bit more at ease now that Howlett wasn't twittering about and as Sam spoke to her. She watched his eyes the whole time, a soft smile on her face as she listened. She looked down at the ring as he held it out to her and she gave him her right hand. "It's beautiful, sugah." She took a deep breath as he slipped it on. Right hand. Only significant to them. Not the left. It was fine.

Rogue: She pulled his ring from her pocket where he'd let her have it earlier and flipped it between her left thumb and index finger for a moment before slipping it on her thumb and focusing on him. "Sam, Ah love you. Y'all mean so much ta me. Ah never in a million years believed that Ah'd be as much in love with anyone as Ah am with y'all. Ah thought Ah wasn't allowed..."

Rogue: She bit her lip and looked down for a moment before looking back up into his eyes, "Now that Ah have ya, Ah don't ever wanna let ya go. Every day o' mah life, every time Ah draw breath, Ah love ya even more. Ah promise ta commit mahself ta y'all an' never stray from tha love we've nourished."

Rogue: She took the ring she'd given him on Valentine's Day and slipped it back onto his right ring finger. "Ah ain't sure Ah believe in soul mates, but Ah do believe that we're meant ta be tagether. Ah love ya so very much an' Ah can't imagine bein' with anybody else."

Howlett: Howlett's lip wavered but he held firm, for now.

Sam: "Well. Um. Ah think that's about it...oh!" He knelt and grabbed a handful of water and bowed his head over it for a few seconds, making it quick cause it was trickling through his fingers and down his elbows. Holding it over her hands he let it splash out and over hers before taking her hands in his. "Ah think that's it. You ok with it? Or you want anythin' else?"

Rogue: Rogue sucked in a sharp breath at the cold water. At least it was hot outside... Or warm, rather. She held his hands tightly and gave a shrug. "Doesn't feel like we did anythin'... Was there somethin' else y'all wanted ta do?"

Howlett: Oh goodness...you win this time, handkerchief, you win.

Sam: "Yeah." He leaned in, taking her face between his hands and gave her a long but fairly chaste kiss.

Howlett: It was a good thing that he had chosen his white handkerchief today, Howlett decided. It could double as a flag to wave in surrender plus it just went with this outfit better than the red one he had considered.

Rogue: Rogue was only a tiny bit shocked by the kiss and recovered quickly, leaning in to him and putting her arms around his neck. She pulled back with a small grin after a moment and tilted her head at him. "What was that f', sugah?"

Sam: "Cause Ah love you. And we just kinda...announced that. There any better reason?"

Rogue: Rogue shrugged, "Ah guess not." She laughed and kissed him again.

Howlett: Applause was necessary. Howlett couldn't avoid the outburst. "Oh, please, pictures?"

Rogue: Rogue pulled back at the clapping, immediately blushing and biting her lip, nervous all over again.

Sam: He laughed a bit and risked it. "Yeah, sure, if you'd please, Mr. Howlett." He drew Marie close. "Smile darlin'. We don't have enough pictures of us anyways."

Rogue: Rogue took a breath and leaned into Sam, smiling for Howlett. "Y'all owe me... Ah never agreed ta pictures."

Howlett: "Smile big for the camera, Annie. Both of you, find the light!" Howlett was armed with his camera and soon snapping. "This is perfect practice for when my little Gumdrop does something similar."

Rogue: Rogue managed to not roll her eyes at the Annie bit. He would never let her forget that, would he? "Laura's got a beau?" She tried to relax and not have the pictures so posed, trying to pretend there wasn't a camera shoved in their faces.

Howlett: "Oh she had best not have one just yet. Too young, not without me meeting prospective suitors in any case." Snap, snap, snap went the camera.

Sam: He smiled till his cheeks hurt and then finally breathed in a sigh of relief. "Well. Ah don't imagine she'd be doin' this at any rate, sir. But...Ah thought she dated someone here..."

Rogue: Rogue rested the side of her face against Sam's chest, looking at her ring. It really was beautiful. Where had he gotten the money for it at such short notice? She looked up at him and raised on her toes to kiss his jaw, letting the two men talk. Maybe he'd forget he had to catch a plane in a few hours and he could stay with her...

Howlett: "...I wouldn't call it date." And that was all he was going to say about his Pumpkin Spice's torrid affairs.

Sam: "Well, thank you kindly for all your help. Ah guess really this is it. We're...uh." Lovers? Hellll no. All he'd need is for Mr. Howlett to write that in his letter. Friends seemed way weird. "Um. Commitederes?"

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "Ah don't think that's a word, Rebel..." She kissed his jaw again then lowered back down and wrapped her arms around his waist, just holding him while she looked over at Howlett, "Yeah, thanks Professor. Really 'preciate it."
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D'Awwwww, that was tooth-rot inducingly cute. So much love for those two. :*)

And Fergie totes rocks the Howlett pants! :cracked
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Anna: Anna finished up with her stretches and checked herself over. She still wished she had half a clue what the hell she was doing but maybe someone that did know would show up and not laugh at her later on.

Anna: She'd decided, after recent events, that she needed to train up a bit and learn how to protect herself in a more effective way than running and hoping she didn't fall on her face.

Anna: So now she was getting back into an exercise routine that didn't involve water and a board and she wasn't sure she was looking forward to it. But it was for the best. If she could protect herself she could go outside again.

Rogue: Rogue stretched her arms out as she came through the door, pausing at the sight of someone else already here. She frowned. What was Anna doing? Rogue leaned against the wall by the door, arms crossed, thumb twirling her ring around her finger as she watched.

Anna: Anna frowned at the swinging bag in front of her, it would be far easier if there was another person there. Maybe she should have invited Wade along... but that could get awkward. Hang on a minute... she turned having caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

Anna: "Oh! Rogue! Fantastic!" She grinned.

Rogue: Rogue's eyebrows arched up as she was noticed. She pushed away from the wall and walked towards her, "Hey, sug. Why am Ah 'fantastic'?"

Anna: Anna giggled, "Weeeell... you know basic hand to hand stuff right?"

Rogue: "Yeah... Ah never had a 'distance power'. Always had ta get up close an' personal. Why?"

Anna: "Good!" Anna bounced over to her, "Will you teach me? I really wanna learn!"

Rogue: Rogue took a step back at the bouncing, "Whoa there, darlin'. Ya don't know it already? How long ya been livin' here an' nobody's sparred with ya?"

Anna: "There's been sparring... sort of... normally it's like a crazy game of chase - my tactic is to run away. I don't wanna do that anymore." She chewed her lip, "Feel like a coward."

Rogue: "Yeah... Runnin' away ain't sparrin', hun." She shook her head and crossed her arms, "If all ya know how ta do is run away, ya got a lot ta learn. Why don't we start with tha basics? Gotta learn how ta warm up properly or ya won't learn anythin' else right an' y'all'd be cursin' me in tha mornin'. Hell, ya still might. It can be real strenuous."

Anna: "I can warm up well enough I used to dance a lot and I still surf in my free time - uses a lot of unusual muscles to do both so I learned the hard way." She smiled, "Aaaand now I have my teke to stop me falling over so there's a whole load of injuries I'll never see again. That's nice."

Rogue: "Ya used ta dance? Well that's good. How many grande battements can ya do in a row?"

Anna: Anna shrugged, "I don't know I'm out of practise now, haven't danced properly in about a year and a half. I had to quit because I kept falling over things on stage..." she blushed a little, "I'm hopeless really." she giggled, "But I can still stretch." to demonstrate she bent and put her palms flat on the floor while keeping her legs perfectly straight. "I can get lower... but sometimes I fall over so I won't."

Rogue: "Well, ya gonna get back in practice. Dancin' is a good basis f' fightin'. It helps keep ya light on ya feet." She stepped back and put her hands on her hips. "Gimme a hundred high kicks. Alternatin' legs. Need ya stamina up, too."

Anna: Anna's eyes widened, "A hundred?! You wanna kill me?!" She cracked a grin, "If you turn out like my old dance teacher it'll be really weird..."

Rogue: "Hey, what can Ah say? Ah'm a tough teacher. Got a high standard." She shrugged then nodded at her, "C'mon. Lemme see what ya got. A hundred o' 'em."

Anna: Anna sighed, sorted out her posture and balance and got started. "I gotta quit smoking..."

Rogue: "Unless ya have a healin' factor, ya shouldn't be smokin' in tha first place if ya wanna do this kinda stuff." She crossed her arms again and counted mentally the kicks Anna was doing. "Tha second ya start gettin' real winded, stop. Ah wanna know how good ya stamina is. If ya still feelin' fine at a hundred, keep goin'."

Anna: Anna rolled her eyes again, though really it wasn't so bad once she got the rhythm going. She got as far as 80 before she started to feel it. "Ok I think I should stop now...." She took a breath, "And no lectures, I know perfectly well how bad smoking is - I cured my uncle's cancer."

Rogue: Rogue waved her hand in the air back and forth, "Not bad. But not real good either." She moved around behind the punching bag and held it for her, "If ya did that, why do ya smoke still? Show me what ya got, hot stuff," she patted the side of the bag.

Anna: "I dunno... figure we all gotta die some time, may as well be in a way I choose." She gave a small shrug and turned to attack the punchbag. "I know I shouldn't but... well it's a nice stress relief, and we've had a stressful time here lately."

Rogue: "Ain't that tha truth." She frowned, not having to put much effort into holding the bag still. "Gal, Ah ain't got any kinda super strength anymore an' holdin' this bag still f' ya is easy. Make me work f' it."

Anna: Work for it 'ey? Anna grinned and started to throw her weight behind the punches and kicks. "How's that?" She didn't think it would make much difference, she wasn't exactly heavy and she was short too.

Rogue: Rogue had to adjust her footing some but beyond that, still didn't have to put much more effort into holding the bag. "Could do better."

Anna: "I know that but gimme a break I don't weigh much..." She wondered idly if she could maybe do something about that with teke but she hadn't the first idea how to try. While thinking she missed the bag altogether and would have fallen over from the momentum but she caught herself. "Whoops! Pay attention Anna."

Rogue: Rogue sighed and stepped away from the bag. "Alright. Weights. How much can ya lift? Curl? Bench?"

Anna: Anna shrugged, "No idea, never tried. But I'd hazard a guess that my legs are a lot stronger than my arms. Heaviest thing they have to lift is my harp and it has wheels..."

Rogue: "Alright, then we start with arm curls. Gotta get 'em up ta speed with ya legs." She moved to the free weights and picked up two twenty-five pound weights, holding them out for her.

Anna: Anna contemplated the weights, "You sure I can lift those?" she raised an eyebrow, wondering what she'd got herself into.

Rogue: "Nope."

Anna: "Well at least you're honest..." Anna reached to take the weights, her eyes widening when she realised how heavy they were, "Yeeesh, you make it look easy!"

Rogue: "Ah work out enough. Was a lot easier with powers. Trust me."

Rogue: Rogue picked up her own set of weights and started curls, showing Anna how to use them. "Start with five f' each arm. Take a short rest. Like thirty seconds short, then do it again."

Anna: Anna nodded and did as instructed, watching Rogue to make sure she was doing it right. She definately hadn't expected working out to be involved. She thought she'd just get taught how to toss people over her shoulder and that'd be that.

Rogue: Rogue kept going after five, doing fifteen reps on each arm. "That's a good start, sug. How's it goin'? Too heavy? Or ya want more weight?"

Anna: "Don't know... was heavy... doesn't seem to be now..." she thought for a moment and let go of a weight, "Oh now, there... this is silly." She poked the floating weight, "How the hell am I supposed to get all strong and stuff if my mutation doesn't want me to?"

Rogue: Rogue stopped and arched an eyebrow at Anna, "Ya need ta work on ya control o' ya telekinesis. Who's instructin' ya with that? Rae?"

Anna: "No one... well unless you count a very interested professor Styger." She poked the weight again and then plucked it out of the air, the nomal weight of it returning, "I don't know if I want to learn how to control it - so far all it's really done is save me from serious injury."

Rogue: "Ya need ta learn how ta control it. Trust me, not havin' control o' ya powers ain't a way ta live."

Anna: Anna frowned, "I know that... but I'm still working on the other one... I think I need to control that more than the teke."

Rogue: "Trust me. Healin' people ain't that bad. It's killin' 'em ya gotta worry 'bout." Rogue dropped the weights where they belonged and spun the ring on her finger as she moved to the leg press. "It's why Ah'm on tha patch."

Anna: Anna sighed, "I wish that was true... some people are a bit weird about being healed without permission and some are just weird after having been healed..." She shook herself, "I want to be able to touch people without having to worry if I'm going to cure something they didn't even know was wrong in the first place. It's horrible knowing you can do that... then there's whether or not to actually say anything."

Rogue: Rogue gave a bitter laugh and fixed the weights before sitting on the bench and starting to work her legs. "An' Ah wanted ta be able ta touch people without suckin' away their soul. Ah have no idea what y'all're complain' about." She glanced back, "Keep up with tha curls."

Anna: "I know something of what that's like - I can't touch Teagan at all, I think I could actually kill her if I held on long enough...." Anna chewed her lip, "Don't wanna hurt people." She kept lifting the weights and pausing after five like Rogue had told her.

Rogue: "Teagan. Makes one. Try anybody ya come in contact with. This patch is a God send."

Anna: Anna smiled at her, "Yeah... But I can control it if I work on it so I'm going to. First time I tried I bloodied up my clothes but it's getting easier with practise... oddly I think the teke helps..." She shrugged a little, "Can't you control yours?"

Rogue: "Nope. Never been able ta." She pushed the weights up and slowly lowered them back down. "So if ya wanna bitch 'bout not bein' able ta touch people 'cause ya heal 'em? Ya got tha wrong gal ta vent to." She did another. "So if the telekinesis helps, why not focus on gettin' control o' it?"

Anna: Anna waved a hand, "Okay I get it, life and death shit yeah yeah..." she gave Rogue a grin, "And I don't know why I don't want to control it really... just doesn't seem like a good idea... seems like instinct... or something..."

Rogue: "Well if it impairs ya from learnin' how ta make yaself a stronger fighter, ya need ta control it."

Anna: Anna shrugged, "Who knows why it did that? Maybe it thought I'd hurt myself... seems fine now." She grinned, "Hey do you suppose our powers would cancel eachother out?"

Rogue: "Doubt it. Ah mean, it seems logical, but mah powers ain't ever been such. 'Sides, Ah ain't got 'em anymore. Not really... Permanently on tha patch."

Anna: "Wow really? Doesn't that feel weird? I mean... you were invulnerable before, right?" Anna put the weights down and decided she wanted to try something else - messing with her teke.

Rogue: "Nah. Not really. An' Ah was only invulnerable 'cause o' somebody's powers Ah took. So this is just like goin' back ta how Ah was b'fore Ah was twelve."

Anna: "Wow... I think it'd be weird to suddenly be a normal person again... I mean we are normal but... well you know what I mean..." She'd adjusted pretty quick to having powers and, okay so it was annoying sometimes, but already she didn't know where she'd be without them. Probably prison.

Anna: She bent her knees and jumped up into the air, "Wheeeee!" her teke continued her ascent until she was high enough to touch the ceiling, "Hah! This is so much fun!"

Rogue: Rogue let the weights drop with a clang as she watched Anna float up to the ceiling. "Now, that? Ah miss. Flyin' was amazin'."

Anna: Anna grinned down at her, "Not sure this counts as flying. Levitation maybe.... hmm... how do I get down?... I really need to learn to plan ahead."

Rogue: "Same way ya got up, hun. Ya used ya teke ta get up there, right? So use it ta get down."

Anna: "I used my teke and my legs to get up... hmm..." she gave Rogue a mischievious grin then turned upside down. "Haha! It worked!!" she pushed off the ceiling with her legs and shot towards the ground, stopping before she landed on her head. "Wow! Fun!"

Rogue: "There ya go. Got that down pretty well, huh?" She stood up and moved to the mat, stretching out some while Anna played. "Ah wanna see how ya fight."

Anna: Anna managed to right herself and stood up, "Huh?"

Rogue: "Ya asked me ta help ya fight. We've done some workin' out an' strength trainin'. Now Ah gotta see where ya stand fightin' wise."

Anna: Anna gave this some thought then nodded, "Okay!" She bounced over to the mat, "So what do we do?"

Rogue: Rogue got in a fighting stance, "Attack me."

Anna: Anna blinked at her, "Attack you? Just like that??" She wasn't sure she'd get the hang of this if she was supposed to beat up people she liked.

Rogue: "Attack me or Ah'm gonna attack y'all. Ya choice." She shrugged, "C'mon."

Anna: Anna grimaced and swung a kick at Rogue, knowing that she was mostlikely going to regret it instantly.

Rogue: Rogue caught her leg and flipped her onto her back on the mat. "That was pathetic." She offered her a hand up, "Try again."

Anna: "You're lucky I'm trying hard not to use my teke, it probably would have caught me." She smiled and took Rogue's offered hand, shook herself off and tried again.

Rogue: Rogue swung under the kick and came up on the other side of Anna's leg, grabbing her nearest arm and pulling her in to her. Anna's arm was now trapped between her back and Rogue's front. "And ya get out how?"

Anna: Anna thought about it for a moment then decided some cheating was necessary. Teke to the rescue! She sprung up and flipped over Rogue, landing behind her, freeing her arm. She grinned.

Rogue: Rogue spun and was in a stance facing her automatically, but was grinning. "There ya go! Keep 'em comin'."

Anna: Anna tried for a low kick next, balancing with some of her weight on a hand on the mat, she was able to swing both legs at Rogue with the help of her teke. Odds were one of them would find a mark.

Rogue: Rogue backflipped out of the way and landed in a crouch, arching an eyebrow at Anna. "Move faster. Make ya teke push ya."

Anna: "You mean try and tackle you?" she knew her teke could carry her quite a distance - she'd dived out of the way of Hepzibah once in a sparring session but she didn't know if she could aim it well enough.

Rogue: "Well, sure if ya want. Ah just mean, let it help ya. Use ya teke ta push ya faster. If ya don't move faster, ya opponent can see tha move comin' from a mile away."

Anna: "Roger." She decided to try for a tackle and took off at a run to the side. Light on her feet already, her teke only made her quicker, she jumped and turned in the air, swinging around in an arc, aiming for Rogue's waist.

Rogue: Rogue stood her ground, letting out a breath right before impact, grabbing Anna's shoulders as they collided and she fell backwards. "Much better. Now try an' make it a lil less obvious. But ya were faster! Good!"

Anna: "Teke is fun!" Anna grinned at Rogue and got to her feet again, "I still don't think I'm likely to attack randomers though... maybe I should work on the avoidence bit - I want to be able to defend myself not attack other people."

Rogue: "Ya gonna need ta attack at some point." She pushed to stand and gestured at the expanse of the mat. "Get in a position an' get ready."

Anna: Anna didn't know what Rogue meant by 'get in position' so she tried to stand in a way that she hoped she'd be able to move quickly out of the way or not fall over if she couldn't move fast enough.

Rogue: Rogue rushed Anna when she looked ready enough, dropping down at the very last second to sweep Anna's legs out from under her.

Anna: Had it not been for her teke, Anna would have ended up on her ass or on her back but as it happened all she ended up doing was floating a couple of feet above the floor, halfway through the fall. "See, if I could control it I wouldn't have done this just now."

Rogue: "That's good though! Catchin' yaself like that. Even if it wasn't on purpose. But thinkin' we need ta make it on purpose..." She hopped up and put her hands out her hips. "Get ready again. But... lemme help ya with tha stance, alright? Ya gotta be more on tha defensive. Like this," she got in position.

Anna: Anna tried to copy Rogue, giggling a little because she felt silly.

Rogue: Rogue stood up straight and looked at Anna, "What's so funny?"

Anna: Anna grinned at her, "Sorry, I'm not good at being serious." She tried to put on a straight face. It didn't last long. "Just ignore me, I got the giggles."

Rogue: Rogue took a deep breath and shook her head. Well... If she wanted a lesson... Rogue whirled, grabbing Anna's wrist with one hand and spinning her around, crossing Anna's arms across her chest, picking her up and throwing them both to the ground, Anna under her.

Anna: Anna shrieked in surprise, and shut her eyes tight as the mat came towards her. There was definate impact there but there was no pressure. She took a careful peek and didn't see anything,

Rogue: Rogue let out a sharp breath as she hit the mat. "Where tha hell'd ya go?!" Greaaat. She stood up and frowned, hands on her hips. "Anna!"

Anna: Suddenly there was light,

Rogue: "Anna?!" Shit, where did she go?! Rogue paused and blinked hard a couple of times, thinking her vision had gone blurry. "Anna?" She tilted her head at the foggy looking mist and put her hands on her hips. "What tha hell?"

Anna: Anna was starting to panic. This wasn't in the manual. Why hadn't Tess mentioned this back when she'd told her about her teke? Or maybe this wasn't supposed to happen?

Rogue: Rogue stared at the mist and had an idea.

Anna: The voice surprised her, Then she realised,

Rogue: Ok, so that answered that question. Rogue gestured at what she thought was Anna.

Anna: Anna would have shrugged if she knew where here shoulders were,

Rogue:

Anna: Anna didn't know how to respond to that. It was hard to give someone a deadpan look when you had no face.

Rogue: Rogue put her hands up,

Anna: Anna would have frowned then but she did try, though it was difficult when she didn't even have a firm grasp on what she was trying to move. She managed to condense the mist a bit, Oh God what if this happens next time I sneeze?!

Rogue: Rogue frowned as it started to look a tiny bit like Anna again. "Open ya eyes, gal! It won't hurt nothin'..."

Anna: Anna slowly opened one eye and directed her vision down, "Oh thank Christ! I have feet!" She visibly relaxed, "I never want to do that again. Ever. That was the scariest thing that's ever happened to me and that includes hitting Rahne with a car."

Rogue: "That was...unexpected f' sure. Maybe ya should talk ta Bobby? He can do somethin' similiar. Ah ain't ever tried it with his powers, but Ah've seen him do it."

Anna: "That would mean doing it again and I just said I didn't want to... don't even know what the hell happened." She frowned then checked herself over to make sure she was indeed back in one piece, "Oh well, this'll really intrest the proff." she grinned.

Rogue: "Not necessarily. Just tell him what happened? Maybe he'd have an idea..." Rogue looked Anna over, "Think that's enough trainin' f' one day..."

Anna: "Yeah... probably... just in case...." the event had shaken her somewhat, more than her natural ability to bouce back could handle. "Think I'm gonna go have a shower and hope I don't dissolve...." she mumbled distractedly as she headed out of the room, "Hope I don't get a cold...."

Rogue: "Ah'm sure ya gonna be just fine, hun..." Rogue chewed her lip as she watched her walk off. That was interesting to say the least...
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Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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squee!! so much sam/rogue cuteness to the max! It was like a light novel of goodness!
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Bobby: Bobby turned to the counter, kicking the fridge door closed behind him. He winced slightly when the contents of the door rattled. "Eh. That's what you get for being out of Dew." He checked the pantry for the elusive soda, humming under his breath.

Rogue: Rogue came in the backdoor to the kitchen, towel wrapped around her waist. She hissed as she hit the air conditioned kitchen. "Only bad thing 'bout swimmin'..." She moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She looked over at the rear end sticking out of the pantry as she took a drink. "Anythin' interestin'?"

Bobby: Bobby didn't have to look up at the door to know who that was, y'all. "Interesting? Always. What I'm looking for? Not so much." He backed out, a bottle of Coke in hand and gave Rogue a grin. "Hey hey, babe!"

Bobby: The corner of his mouth quirked up at her lack of attire. "There's a bad thing about swimming? All looks good from here."

Rogue: "Oh hush up." She grinned at him though. "Meant walkin' inta an air conditioned place after bein' in cold water." Rogue took another drink and nodded at his bottle, "That ain't what ya wanted?"

Bobby: That just made his grin spread. "Like I said... looks good from here." Bobby kept his eyes on her face for a wink before shrugging and looking down at the bottle in his hand. "Nah, but it'll do. Has sugar and caffeine, after all."

Bobby: "So, where have you been hiding yourself, Doll?" He moved past her to the counter, adding the bottle to a bag already stuffed with items.

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Y'all're evil." She couldn't keep the grin off her face for long though. "Been workin' a lot lately. Lil only let me have most o' tha summer off if Ah worked every night an' helped her stock in tha days until Ah left." She arched an eyebrow at his bag, "An' just where're y'all goin'?"

Bobby: He made a face at that work schedule. "Wow, bet that's fun." Bobby zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder, turning to lean against the counter. "I'm running away from home, of course!" He tilted his head. "Sounds like you might be too - taking the summer off?"

Rogue: She grinned big, "Yeah. Goin' down ta Kentucky ta spend it with Sam. Gotta come back up 'bout two weeks 'fore school starts back so Ah can work 'gain." Rogue leaned over to look in his bag, "Where ya goin'?"

Bobby: "Really? Cool. His parents are cool with that? I thought they were all... well, from Kentucky." He smirked slightly, realizing any banjo jokes would probably get him smacked. "Told you. Running away from home." He lifted the bag above her head. "Nosy!"

Rogue: Rogue gave him a mock scowl, "Hey, no fair!" She flicked the bottom of the bag then showed him her ring, "We're hopin' this'll work f' 'em. An' Sam wants ta see if Xavier'll let us get our own room next year 'cause of it."

Bobby: His grin faded somewhat into a confused frown and he dropped the bag to take her hand, examining the ring. It wasn't quite... but what else could it... "Wait, so you're engaged?"

Rogue: "No!" Rogue's eyes went wide. "We did a commitment ceremony thing... Howlett was there as a witness so his parents an' Xavier'll take our word f' it." She moved to look in the bag since she could see again, "Where ya runnin' away to?"

Bobby: "A commitment ceremony!" His eyebrows lifted. "Wow, well..." Bobby smiled, still somewhat confused exactly what that meant. "Sounds... committy? I mean, serious, at least. So... congrats!"

Bobby: This time he let her snoop in the bag. "I'm running an errand for Chuck, actually."

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him. "It ain't any different than how we have been. Just spoke plain how we felt 'bout each other an' promised that we'd always feel that way. Just doin' it as a ceremony made it more...grown up, Ah guess. 'Cause Ah ain't ever gonna get married, so that's tha only way we figured we could get a room here an' get his parents ta let us sleep in tha same bed."

Rogue: She nosed around in his bag and snickered as she pulled out the porn magazine, "Errand f' Chuck? Gonna get lonely where ever ya goin'?"

Bobby: Whoops! He'd forgotten that was in there... he put on his innocent expression. "How'd that get in there?" At her raised eyebrow he snatched it back and returned it to the bag. "I might. Not sure how long it will take to get a jet retrofitted with whatever illegal tech Chuck thinks we need now.”

Bobby: "Aaaanyway." Bobby recovered his cool and a sly smile. "I dunno, Anna-Doll... just sounds like a wedding without the legal part." He considered that. "Kinda like our vow renewal. Apparently they call those 'recommitment ceremonies' too."

Rogue: "No... It ain't a weddin'... We ain't married." Was it hot in here now? She needed to call Sam as soon as she could get to a phone... Focus on something else... "Ya takin' tha jet out?"

Bobby: "Oh. Of course not." He just smirked at her denial, but took the change of subject. He was pretty impressed with Sam right now. "Yeah, I am. Normally it's not smart to do it without a copilot, but... we kind of don't have any right now."

Rogue: "Why not? Nobody wants ta go with ya?" She tilted her head, "Wait... Should y'all be goin' without a pilot?"

Bobby: "Noo. Nobody's qualified. And Lorna's busy." Bobby played with the bag's strap, looking back up at her with a matching head tilt. "Um, I am a pilot, y'know."

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "Yeah... Know ya know how..." Her eyes widened and she grinned, giving his arm a smack, "Ya got ya license!!"

Bobby: "I did!" Bobby laughed, rubbing his arm in mock pain. "That was the whole idea of the Andy patch, after all." He ran his fingers up her bare arm. "I see they're still working for you."

Rogue: "Yeah, Ah know it. But ya never told me ya got it!" She grinned at the touch and watched his fingers on her arm, "It's great. Ah've never been so relaxed an' carefree."

Bobby: "Yeah, sorry. I got busy with all the graduation stuff. They actually decided to make us take finals. I mean, dude, what the hell?" Bobby snorted, letting his hand fall from her. "Well, you should be. After all, you're a newly un-wed." His lips twitched.

Rogue: "Oh no. Tha blasphemy o' finals!" She laughed and shook her head, "Crazy." She felt the blood drain from her face at that, "It wasn't anythin' ta do with a weddin'."

Bobby: He hadn't expected quite that reaction. "Okay," he said, moving away from her to sit on the edge of the table.

Rogue: Rogue stripped the towel off and sat on the barstool near her, just focusing on breathing. Not a wedding. She wasn't married. Shit. Had Sam tricked her?! She took another deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. "So what're y'all gonna do now that ya graduated? Gonna move out?"

Bobby: Bobby watched her for a moment; scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I dunno. Well, no, I know we're doing grad school. Beyond that?" He shrugged.

Bobby: "So. You guys are going to try to get a room together next year?" He decided a drink was a good idea and fished the Coke from his bag, frosting it over before twisting off the cap to take a swig, keeping an eye on her the whole time.

Rogue: "So ya stayin' while ya do that then? That's good." She gave him a small smile. "Yeah. That way we won't hafta figure out which roomie's gonna be gone at night. He doesn't like me sleepin' without him what with everythin' goin' on. Wants me near him all tha time. An' Ah ain't allowed ta be alone period if he ain't there." She shrugged, "He's a lil bit worried 'bout things."

Bobby: "That's the non-plan." He smiled a little, crossing his arms and tapping the bottle against the bag. "That's understandable, I suppose. But really, you're no more at a disadvantage than anybody else here with non-offensive powers. So maybe he should just chill out. I mean, we've redone the security -- again -- but life's dangerous. Any one of us could get hit by a bus even."

Rogue: "Ah know it. An' Ah've told him that. An' Ah know how ta fight, too. He's just worried 'cause he knows Ah'm used ta havin' strength an' invulnerability." She shrugged.

Bobby: "Yeah," he looked down with a rueful smile. "All that said, I'd worry too."

Rogue: "But ya not."

Bobby: "What?" He cocked his head up to see her face. "Worried? You bet I am. Not for myself. I know Lorna can take care of herself, but of course I worry. I'm just saying you can't be everywhere to protect somebody at every moment."

Bobby: "You'll make yourself nuts trying." He considered that for a moment. Maybe he wasn't so impressed with Sam after all.

Rogue: "Well, Ah know that. An' y'all know that. But Sam likes ta try it."

Bobby: Bobby shrugged. "It's what you do." Shaking his head a little, he took another drink from the bottle. "So, where is he now?"

Rogue: "He's in Kentucky already. He left a few days after break started. He's gonna try an' work tha idea on his parents so we can sleep in tha same room without bein' married'r engaged."

Bobby: "So, this commitment ceremony? What was actually involved then? You had Howlett do it?" Bobby couldn't help but snort at that.

Rogue: "No. He was just there. Nobody did anythin' but tha two o' us. He told me how he felt 'bout me, then I did it f' him. Then we rinsed our hands in a stream ta 'cleanse tha bad stuff' an' we were done."

Bobby: "Huh." Bobby tapped the cap of the bottle against his teeth. "Yeah, sounds like some of the stuff we looked at."

Rogue: "Wasn't nothin' special." She shrugged. "Was just ta get us ta be able ta sleep in tha same bed."

Bobby: Bobby tapped the bottle again, not responding for a moment. "Well," he finally said, "I'll say you don't want the room next to Andy and Tessa unless you like crying."

Rogue: "True. Or Ben an' Neena." She grinned, "An' Ah'm not sure how much y'all'd want us near y'all."

Bobby: "Yeah, but that one ain't crying yet." He gave her a dirty grin. "Well, that wouldn't bother me. Depends on if it'd bother you." He cocked his head, tapping his temple with the bottle. "After all, you've seen it from the driver's seat."

Rogue: Rogue squeezed her eyes shut, "Yeah... But Ah'd rather not remember it. Y'all're still a bit fresh from last time an' mah shields aren't near as great without mah powers." She grinned, "But if ya wanted, Sam an' Ah could make sure ya know what we do since Ah know what y'all do."

Bobby: "That'd make for some real interesting breakfast conversations, wouldn't it?" He laughed, shaking his head.

Rogue: "Hell yeah it would. It's fun ta make Sam turn different shades o' red. It's cute." She grinned, "Wonder how long it'd take f' him ta ask f' us ta be moved."

Bobby: "We could place bets on it." He waggled his eyebrows.

Rogue: Rogue laughed at that, "We should. Ah'll put tha bug in Xavier's ear ta put us down there then."

Bobby: "Sounds like a plan then." He checked his watch, sloshing the Coke to watch it foam up. "If I make it back from Chuck's little mission impossible."

Rogue: "Do ya need help?"

Bobby: "You volunteering for flying lessons, Doll?"

Rogue: "Um... No?" Shit. Had she really just offered to go up in a plane? What was she thinking? Answer? She wasn't.

Bobby: "Well, technically while I am qualified to fly, I'm probably not so qualified to teach yet." He made a face. "But once you get up it's mostly autopilot anyway, so you could save me from playing solitaire."

Rogue: Rogue managed not to eep at that. "Umm... 'Kay..." Shitshitshit.

Bobby: Okay, this was fun. Bobby put on his most charming smile. "It'll be fun!" He straightened and reached out to tug on her towel.

Rogue: Rogue did eep then and stumbled off the stool as he yanked the towel from her. "Fun? Yeah... Okay."

Bobby: "No?" He sighed. "Well, okay. I understand. I know, over time, people grow apart..." He turned on the puppydog eyes. "Right, Dollface?"

Rogue: Rogue pouted at him, "Bugsy... Ah don't wanna lose y'all too... That's not nice ta play that card." She yanked the towel back and whapped him with it.

Bobby: Bobby ducked the whap. "Oi!" He caught the end of the towel and pulled on it, hard.

Rogue: Rogue squealed and tumbled forward, nearly falling into his lap. "Hey!"

Bobby: "Hey hey!" Bobby caught her, holding her still to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry about it. I have my magazine to keep me company, after all." He grinned and released her.

Rogue: Rogue laughed, "Well.. Would ya prefer real company as opposed ta paper?"

Bobby: "I'll choose not to take that the really obvious way." He raised a suggestive eyebrow. "But, yeah, of course." Bobby ran a hand through his hair to resettle it. "But, I know you don't like the jet, so it's cool."

Rogue: "Oh hush up." She laughed again and smacked him. "Well... Ah did offer. An' Ah ain't gonna go back on it. Unless ya say ya don't want mah company........"

Bobby: "I'd never say that, Doll." He laughed, not bothering this time to dodge the smack. "I'll even grab some more snacks for you." He did snap the strap of her bikini top. "You might want to change though."

Rogue: Rogue yelped at the snap and gave him a glare. "Ah feel pain now ya know." She took a deep breath, she was going then... Fuck. "Fine. Ah'll change. Thought ya liked this though," she bumped him with her hip and grinned.

Bobby: He scrunched his nose. Actually, he had forgotten that, so he patted her shoulder to soothe the snap. "Well, I doubt Dee and Sam would."

Rogue: "True." She laughed and moved towards the door. "Pack a paper bag too... Just in case Ah hyperventilate..."

Bobby: "Will do, number one." He gave her a salute and turned to hunt through the pantry for soda for two, humming a happy tune.


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Sam: He pulled her out the door and after him, glad that the awkward silences and stares at her ring were done. His family would take some getting used to it is all. Still, they were free now. Kinda. Or as far as free you could get when you had a farm to tend to.

Sam: "Well. Ah guess the first thing we should tackle is movin' the goats over to the small pen so we can clean this one out." He gave her an uncertain look. "One way to kick off your start here. At least it ain't mud..."

Rogue: "Goats're cute." She grinned at him as she followed after him, her hand clasped tight in his. When they got far enough away, she pulled him to a stop and gave him a kiss, grinned again, then kept moving. "Ah'm glad ta be here finally. Was a long ride."

Sam: "Ah bet." He squeezed her hand tight. "And, well, Ah guess they're cute in thier own way, but some of them are pretty bossy. Watch you don't get butted, alright? It can hurt."

Rogue: That made Rogue frown a bit. "Like headbutted? Guessin' these ain't baby goats then?" She twisted her ring with her thumb as they came closer to the pen and she looked inside. "They don't look too bad..."

Sam: "Well, there's a few there. But then there's the old nannies, and they know their business." He made shooing motions as he opened the gate so that they could get in. "And some of them are stubborn. So you gotta just grab them."

Rogue: "Grab 'em... Right." She arched an eyebrow at him, "That tha philosophy ya took with me? 'She's stubborn, so just grab 'er'?"

Sam: His smile widened. "Well. Sometimes." He dodged the smack, scaring a goat.

Rogue: Rogue had to laugh as the goat skittered away. "Y'all're awful." She went to the goat he'd scared and crouched near it, holding out a still hand for it. "Bobby thinks ya tricked me. Ah'd like ta think Ah'm smarter'n that..." She looked up, "Where're we takin' these guys then?"

Sam: "Tricked you? How would I trick you?" He nodded over to the pen next to them and went to open the gate between them. "They don't like it in there so much, because it's small and it don't have any grass, but this one's gotta get mucked out and it's damned inconvenient tryin' to do that with them buttin' into you and stuff. Sides which they'll start gnawin' on your shirt and stuff without you noticin'. So in the pen they go." Clapping his hands he shooe

Rogue: "Alright." She ran her hand over the goat's head she was near then stood up and shooed him to the gate. "Which ones'r tha ones we gotta watch out f'?" She looked around then up at him as the goat went in the smaller pen. Rogue held up her ring for him. "Kept sayin' it was a weddin'."

Sam: "The white one over there? The big one? She's pretty sassy." He gave her ring an odd look. "How'd that be? He was just tryin' to get your goat darlin'."

Rogue: "Ah know it... But he said that what we did sounded a lot like what he an' Lorna're gonna do f' their vow renewal thing... It scared me a fair bit... But Ah know ya wouldn't do nothin' like that ta me." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Was kinda weird with ya family an' all though..."

Sam: "Yeah...well they're disappointed a bit, Ah won't lie. Spelt it out for them and had a big to-do over it before y'all came down. So they're acceptin' even if it's not what they're really happy with. But they're...well, it'll be ok darlin'." He picked up a kid that was a bit lost and bleating madly for its mom and helped it through the gap. "It wasn't a weddin' though."

Rogue: Rogue went to the far side of the pen and shooed a bit more Sam's way and had to stop and put her hands on her hips as she glared at one that wasn't budging. "Ah don't get it... Why be disappointed? Why cain't they just be happy that y'all're happy?"

Sam: "Cause they still have expectations, right? Just like you have expectations of me and all that. Only Ah'm there kid, so it's a bit more." He made a quick dart to keep the others from escaping back into the big pen.

Rogue: Rogue pushed at the rear of the goat with her boot and it just stumbled a bit and looked up at her. She heaved a sigh and tried it again. "But... Ya happy." She looked over at him, "Ain'tcha?"

Sam: "Yeah. Ah am. We've made that pledge to be together forever. And Ah think that God can accept that."

Rogue: Ick. Rogue hated that word. Forever. So final... But... it really wasn't final because there was nothing legal keeping her tied there. That was ok. "Yeah." She grunted a bit as she picked up the stubborn goat and winced as she almost got hit in the face with the tiny excuse for a horn.

Sam: "Hey, you ok over there? Watch her." He shut the gate to keep the others in and went to help her. "Well...we're on the same page. And mah folks will accept it. And we got ourselves our own bed up in the loft, like Ah said." Though it had been like pulling teeth to get it, he'd won that. What were they going to do when he and Rogue were forty anyways? Say they couldn't share a bed? It would always be the same deal.

Sam: "Um. Ah guess that brings somethin' else up..."

Rogue: Rogue made a face, "Got it," she managed to huff out as she hefted the goat up a bit better and kept her face out of target practice range. "What's that, sugah?"

Sam: "They were kinda thinkin' of havin' a party soon." He held the gate open for her.

Rogue: Rogue let the goat hop from her arms when she got in the gate a bit and could get lower to the ground. "Ah like parties." She stood and brushed the fur from her shirt and pants as she went back out to him. "What're they throwin' it f'?"

Sam: "Yeah, they're fun. And you know what it's like here. Lotsa food and dancin' and people. Ah'm sure we'll all have a hoot, right?" He gave her a warm smile that grew a little strained as she continued to wait for the answer to her last question. "Well, us, but then Ah'm sure nobody'll make that much of a fuss really."

Rogue: She just stared at him for a moment. After a minute she shook her head, "Ya told 'em no, right? This ain't no cause f' celebration. It's nothin'."

Sam: "Well, no, Ah said not to make a fuss about us." Not quite the same. Damn, he hated her shot off answers. "And its somethin' to us, right? So that's all that matters." Right.

Rogue: "Exactly. Which is why we don't need a party. It's just f' us. No one else." She crossed her arms. "Havin' a party makes it more like a weddin', Sam. It ain't a weddin'. We ain't married."

Sam: "Look, there ain't no one that knows more that it wasn't a weddin' that mah parents, Marie. Trust me on that one." Shutting and latching the gate, he found the wheelbarrow and rolled it on in. "And trust me, everyone here's so used to marriage that this will sufficiently freak them out enough that they'll find it too awkward to talk about. So you're safe."

Rogue: Rogue just watched him in silence for a minute. "Are y'all mad at me?" She wasn't used to him using her name unless he was mad or they were in the bedroom... And then the whole 'you're safe' thing. What about him? Weren't they in this together?

Sam: "Nope." He came up to her and sighed before he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "Just do me a favor and try not to look like you're so appalled at the idea of bein' married to me to everyone Ah know, ok? Cause it's not the most flatterin' thing Ah could think of. Ah mean, Ah know it's in general, not just me - but people'll take it how they do, right?"

Rogue: "But they shouldn't be thinkin' we're married anyhow... Or even headed that way. So why would Ah even get a chance ta look like that?" She frowned in confusion at him. "Do ya not wanna do this, Sam? We can say it never happened an' just go on 'bout it. Ah'll give ya tha ring back so people don't ask questions..."

Sam: "Well, people around here assume that. Like when a boy's with a girl for a certain amount of time. That's all." He shook his head and reached up to shush her but then took a glance at his goat sh...well covered hand and thought better of it. "Marie. Stop panicin' ok? We're good. Ah'm happy. There's just gonna always be bumps in the road, right?"

Rogue: Rogue took a deep breath and searched his eyes for a moment. "Ok. But Ah didn't agree ta a party. Ah'll show up, but Ah won't help out." She frowned at him, "'Cause Ah'm just a lil bit irritated 'bout that part." She pushed to tiptoe and gave him a quick peck then moved around to grab a shovel.

Sam: He didn't bother telling her that his mother wouldn't have allowed her to help out at any rate because it was for them...his momma was just like that. He'd talked himself blue in the face explaining it and she'd just smiled and patted his cheek and said she was 'doin' it anyways'. Not like anyone else he knew of course... "That's alright. Ah understand."

Rogue: "Well good." Rogue stuck the shovel in some of the muck and tossed it over into the wheelbarrow. "But Ah swear, if someone mentions tha word married or marriage or engaged'r anythin' like that, Ah'm high tailin' it outta there."

Sam: "Ah've already claimed them as off limits. They know Rogue." He hauled a wood feed bin over so he could clean underneath. "It'll be fine. You don't need to be anxious."

Rogue: "Too late." She worked for a while in silence then set the shovel in the ground, looking at him over the top of the handle. "Why's there gotta be a party? Why didn't ya tell me 'bout it b'fore? Did ya know ya mama was gonna pull this?"

Sam: "Ah didn't know before. Well. Until a couple of days ago. Then Ah figured it'd be fine to tell you when you got here like this. Why you over-reactin'?"

Rogue: "Ah ain't. Y’all’s mama is."

Sam: "My momma?" He turned to her.

Rogue: "Well yeah... With this party an' everythin'."

Sam: "Well, it's just a party. Ain't like we won't go to a dozen more this summer. People here like to throw them in the summer. Gives you somethin' to do other than hard work, you know?"

Rogue: "But we don't need one. Throwin' a party just ta throw one is completely different than throwin' one ta celebrate somethin' that don't need celebratin'."

Sam: "Oh, mah Lord Rogue. Would it make you happy for us to just hole up in our room this whole time? Other than workin' Ah imagine Ah can do that."

Rogue: Well now what was his problem? She frowned at him and moved the shovel to her other hand. "This wasn't supposed ta be a big deal. It was supposed ta be so we could sleep in tha same bed. That's it."

Sam: "It ain't a big deal. It's not. Just...it's nothin' ok? Nobody's dressin' up. There's not gonna be any presents or nothin'. Just people hangin' out here, ok? They ain't gonna be pokin' you or askin' when you're gonna have babies or nothin'."

Rogue: "Ah bet y'all fifty dollars that not a lady walks in who won't ask ta see mah ring."

Sam: He frowned and stood a minute, trying to decipher that. "You mean they won't? Or they will?"

Rogue: "Every one of 'em will."

Sam: He stood resolute. "So?"

Rogue: "Whaddya mean 'so'? Ladies wantin' ta look at mah ring is a big deal. Nobody asks that unless it's an engagement'r weddin' ring. We ain't engaged an' we sure as hell ain't married."

Sam: "They do so. Ah watch ladies natter on about their jewlery all the damn time. Earrin's, necklaces an' rings too. An' so what if they wanna? Are you ashamed of it?"

Rogue: "It's different, Sam." She went over to him and acted like she was one of the ladies who would likely come. "Oooh, Rogue, lemme see ya ring! Ah just gotta know what Sammy bought f' ya! He's such a sweetheart, Ah bet it's gorgeous!" She stood up straight and put her hands on her hips, face flat again. "That is so much different than someone just askin' ta look at normal jewelry."

Sam: "And what do you think the people back at the school'll do, Marie?"

Rogue: "Nothin'. 'Cause Ah ain't gonna go 'round flauntin' it. Only person Ah've showed is Bobby an' he flipped out, so Ah ain't gonna show anybody else."

Sam: "An' how you plan doin' that? Keepin' your hand in a pocket for the rest of your life?"

Rogue: "No. Didn't say Ah was gonna hide it. But Ah ain't gonna go round holdin' mah hand out goin' 'Lookit what Sam got f' me! Ain't it just tha bee's knees?!'." She crossed her arms and gave him a flat stare, "Most o' tha gals Ah hang out with won't say nothin' unless Ah do that. An' if they do, it'll be, 'oh that's pretty.' Ah'll say thanks an' we'll move on."

Sam: "Ah ain't sayin' you have to go showin' it off either. Just be yourself?" He shook his head again. "You're just worryin' it."

Rogue: "Didn't say Ah was gonna show it off. But Ah'm tellin' ya right now, those lil ol' ladies are gonna come straight up ta me an' ask ta see it an' fawn over it like it's an engagement'r weddin' ring."

Sam: "Ok. You know it ain't. I know it ain't. Mah folks know it ain't. Isn't that enough?" He chucked a shovelful of muck into the wheelbarrow. "Ah can make you a shirt that says it if you want. 'Ah did not and will not marry Samuel Guthrie' if that'll make you feel better."

Rogue: Rogue just stared at him for a second before picking up her shovel again and going back to work. She didn't know what to say to that. Maybe she shouldn't have come down... "Let's just get this done."

Sam: "Alright then." He set to work with a vengeance, burning off his ire with the work. When they'd done he wheeled the barrow out and dumped it and came back to lean on the fence. "You can let them back in now if you want."

Rogue: Rogue opened the gate and climbed up to sit on it as the goats came trotting back through. "What's next?"

Sam: "Ah dunno. Guess we could go stack the hay into the hay shed if you're up to it."

Rogue: "Alright." She hopped down and put her hands on her hips, "Lead tha way."

Sam: Gauging her mood he decided to skip trying to hold her hand, walking up and over the bit of a lip and around the manure pile to where the field opened up into a long swaying green sea. "Pretty ain't it? And then we cut it all down and it grows again and we do it again."

Rogue: "Wow. Yeah, that is pretty. Shame it's gotta be cut down. But Ah guess it cain't grow f'ever..."

Sam: "Well, the animals neet to eat too. That's why we grow it. Sell some of it too, to others. How we make some of our money - hayin'."

Rogue: "Well yeah... Makes sense. Is real pretty though." She looked over at him, "So what're we needin' ta do?"

Sam: "Over there." He nodded towards a semi open walled tin roofed tall building. "Stack up hay. Keeps it out of the rain - that'll wreck it all."

Rogue: "'Kay." She headed towards it and the haystacks. Get the work done and over with.

Sam: He climbed up on the first row and leaned down, nodding towards a stack on the floor. "Hand me one up and I'll heave it on the pile."

Rogue: Rogue leaned over and grabbed one, hoisting it to a good angle before lifting it up to him. This would be so much easier if she could fly... "Here, hun."

Sam: "Thanks." He gave her a smile and that was that. They fell into an easy rythym for a bit, passing and tossing. The hay dust worked up and he was covered in sweat within fifteen minutes, but it was good work.

Rogue: Rogue brushed her hands on her pants when there wasn't any more hay to be passed up and she looked around to double check. "That's it, sugah."

Sam: "Really?" He shaded his eyes and looked out. "Huh. They must still be workin' the far feild. Guess we get a break." Hopping down he pulled up a bale. "Your hands ok? The twine ain't the greatest on them if you're not used to it."

Rogue: She looked down at her hands and shrugged, "They'll be fine." She sat next to him and looked out over the fields.

Sam: He took her hand anyways and kissed her palm, just happy to sit there and cool off a bit. Well, as much as you could this time of day at least. "This is nice. For me at least. Feels...like home."

Rogue: "It is nice." She smiled at the kiss and wrapped her fingers in his as she leaned against his shoulder. "Ya know... When ya asked earlier if Ah just wanted us ta hide out in tha room 'sides workin'... Ah kinda thought we would be. Well... Besides spendin' tha usual time with ya family an' stuff."

Sam: "Hidin'? Why? You scared of the people around here?" He looked around. "You know, the nearest neighbours are like a mile away. This isn't very cosmopolitan."

Rogue: "No. Ah ain't scared o' 'em." She kissed his shoulder, "Just thought we could have a summer where it was us."

Sam: "it is us. Us covered in shit and sweat...but us." He grinned slowly at her. "You can see this life? How it is? It's homey ain't it?"

Rogue: "Um... It's nice. On occasion."

Sam: He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her. "A goat didn't eat you."

Rogue: "Well no. But Ah wouldn't want this all tha time, every day..."

Sam: "Yeah, Ah can understand that. You like things busy too. Different. But this can be part of it." He settled in closer. "Expecially you might like swimmin' in the pond. Gets you cooled off great."

Rogue: Rogue frowned and looked at him, "What're y'all gettin' at, Sam Guthrie?" She grinned some, "Skinny dippin' sounds right nice 'bout now ta be true."

Sam: "Umm..." He went red and shook his head. "Well...um. Ah was just thinkin' swimmin'. Like with clothes." Scrunching up his face he shook his head. "Or, not with clothes but with somethin' on. Like swimsuits."

Rogue: "Well that's just borin'. Ah'd rather skinny dip with ya." She lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed his cheek, instantly making a face. "An' maybe we should do that now... So Ah can kiss ya without tastin' dust an' sweat."

Sam: "It's daytime. Anyone could see us..." He was really red now. "But Ah do have an idea. Could fill up a basin with water up in our room if you want. Wash in that. Or wash each other..."

Rogue: Rogue grinned at that idea, "That could work." She ran a thumb over his cheeks and then his ear. "Darlin', it's just us. No need ta blush so hard 'bout things..."

Sam: "Habits die hard." He gave her a look up through the blond fringe of his eyelashes. "You know, Ah still feel like a kid with my hand in the cookie jar."

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him, "Why? Ain't nothin' wrong with what we're doin'..."

Sam: "Ah know. Still don't mean Ah want mah parents to see your boobs."

Rogue: "Well, no. Ah'd prefer they don't either. That's f' y'all's eyes only."

Sam: "Well, the pond ain't exactly private..." He laughed and stood, pulling her up. "So room for a bit of a clean up before dinner?"

Rogue: She grinned and wrapped her arms around his waist as she looked up at him, "Clean up, get dirty, an' clean up again. Ah like that plan a bit better."

Sam: He risked grabbing a handful of her bottom and dragging her up close. "Yeah, darlin'. I missed you too."
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Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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Hah, thanks... knew I forgot to do something before I went! :doh!
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Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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fourpawsonthefloor wrote:Hah, thanks... knew I forgot to do something before I went! :doh!
LOL. np. I figured you'd want me to do it anyway.
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NOT a Wedding Reception (a.k.a. Cake Is Good)

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Sam: He wrapped his arm around Marie's waist, smiling lightly at the assembled guests as they filtered by their semi-hiding spot. Marie was still all twisted up about this whole thing and he hadn't been able to convince her entirely that this was an ok thing. "You want some punch? Some food?"

Rogue: "No thanks, darlin'. Ah'm good." Her right hand twisted nervously in his shirt, behind his back, hiding her ring from anyone coming in. Maybe if she just kept her left hand visible with no ring on it, people would leave her alone. "Y'all wantin' some?"

Sam: "Ah'm good. Ah just figured you'd want somethin' maybe..." He shrugged. "You sure you ok?"

Rogue: "No, Ah ain't. But Ah don't wanna eat'r nothin'. Stomach's in too tight o' a knot..." She glanced up at him, "How soon can we leave without bein' rude, ya think?"

Sam: "In a little while. Gotta dance at least. And you're sure you don't wanna have some of the berry crumble? It's great stuff, darlin'. Won't hurt your stomach a bit."

Rogue: "Maybe later, sugah." She chewed her lip, "Dance? Not like a 'first dance' thing, right? Just... regular type dancin'? With everybody else out dancin' too?" This whole thing had her jittery and almost wishing she hadn't come down at all.

Sam: "Yeah...darlin' it's started already." He tugged her around the corner so she could see the couple of determined people that were making their way around the uncrowded floor already. "Just relax, alright? Nobody's starin' at you."

Rogue: Rogue took a deep breath and turned in to face him. "Not yet. An' if Ah can keep mah ring hidden, they won't." And then she had an idea... "What if Ah put it in mah pocket until this is over? That'd work, right?"

Sam: His lips thinned. "Yeah, if it's botherin' you all so much, go for it."

Rogue: She frowned at him, "What?"

Sam: "What?" He looked back at her. "C'mon darlin'. Just relax. It'll be alright. The grannies over there ain't gonna gnaw your leg off or anythin'."

Rogue: Rogue's frown deepened. "Y'all don't want me ta relax right now. If ya did, ya woulda taken me outta here by now." She took another deep breath and closed her eyes. "Ah cain't figure out how ta say we ain't engaged'r married without y'all thinkin' that Ah'm insinuatin' that Ah don't wanna be attached ta y'all."

Sam: "They already said it. People know. Word spreads fast round here even if mah folks didn't say so." He crossed his arms. "Trust me. They know we're not married. It's kinda a scandal."

Rogue: "So then why are they here if it's so scandalous?"

Sam: "Cause they support mah family. And in some cases so they can see for themselves. May be a scandal, but it don't mean that they don't rally behind me or us." He chewed his lip. "Me bein' a mutant was more scandalous most like."

Rogue: Rogue shook her head, "How can y'all wanna be around people who think somethin' that ya cain't change is a scandal?"

Sam: He huffed his breath out. "Ah know you don't understand it here as easy as Ah do. Things come and go but we still look out for each other. Heck, there'll be somethin' else next week or month or whatever to take the attention off of this. Things just work different here. Not like a big city."

Rogue: "Ah didn't grow up in a big city, Sam." She crossed her arms, "If these people talk bad 'bout ya one day, how in tha hell can ya expect 'em ta have ya back tha next?"

Sam: "It's more gossipin'. You don't say good things about everyone all the time. Don't mean you don't like a person if you don't agree with what they're doin', right?"

Rogue: "Yeah..." Rogue chewed her lip. "Why's ya mama doin' this? Ah don't get it."

Sam: "Cause she loves me. And she's wantin' to make you feel welcome. Part of the family, you know? Just not...in the weddin' sorta way." He qualified quickly.

Rogue: "A family dinner woulda been fine..." She sighed and leaned her head against his chest, closing her eyes again. "Can Ah fake a headache? Would that get us outta here?"

Sam: "Alright." He didn't wanna play tug of war all night. "Let me go tell momma. You can stay here."

Rogue: Damnit. How did he always manage to make her feel bad without even trying? Rogue slid her arms around him and covered her ring with her opposite hand at the small of his back. "One, ya cain't leave me. Those ladies'd be over me like a fly on honey tha second ya gone. An' two, ya shouldn't lie ta ya mama..." Damnit!

Sam: "Ain't that what you just said to do?" He turned to her. "Darlin' Ah don't know what to say right about now. What you wanna do?"

Rogue: "Ah wanna do whatever'd make ya happy... So long as it don't make me hyperventilate..."

Sam: "Ok. So how about a little dance then? No one can talk to us that way."

Rogue: "We stop if people start ta circle 'round an' watch. Deal?"

Sam: "Alright. If we get to have pie." His smile was warm and teasing.

Rogue: Rogue couldn't help the laugh, "Fine. If we hafta leave tha dance floor we'll go get pie." She pulled up on her toes to give him a quick peck. "Hollow leg."

Sam: He grasped onto her, holding her there for a few more seconds. "You bet darlin'. Now lets see if we can't help me work up an appetite." It took a bit of work to get to the floor, but he managed it, avoiding Mrs. McCracken with a bob of the head and by quickly moving on the other side of Sally, who she'd not talked to since Sally'd been fifteen and had toilet papered her prized apple tree.

Rogue: Rogue held her breath all the way to the dance floor, clinging tight to Sam and giving nervous smiles to anyone who looked at them. When they made it, she let out the breath in a soft, audible sound, pulling him to her and wrapping herself up in him like a toddler who just found their lost security blanket. "Good manueverin', Rebel."

Sam: "Ah would like to think Ah'm good at it." Kissing her forehead he wrapped his hand around her, but at a respectable place on the small of her back. "Like mah moves do you?"

Rogue: Rogue grinned and relaxed slightly, "Have Ah ever made ya think otherwise?" She leaned up to nip at his earlobe, disguising it as a kiss as best as she could. "Y'all can show me some other moves in a bit if ya want... Can never have enough practice, ya know."

Sam: Laughing, he caught the eye of some of the others and went a bit red in the face. "Yeah. Well Ah'll keep that in mind, darlin'. And practice? If we're practicin' what's the test?"

Rogue: "Makin' sure ya keep on top o'," she paused and grinned, "me... In a manner o' speakin'." Rogue slid her arms around his neck and started him moving to the music.

Sam: Going still redder he rocked her back and forth, trying to two step slightly with her so that it didn't look like they were just brushing up against each other. "Think Ah need the practice?"

Rogue: "Need? 'Course not. But it's always good ta make sure ya still in shape." She smirked, loving what she was doing to him. And now she felt a bit more comfortable.

Sam: "We chased three of the cows halfway down the road and back to get them back through the broken fence, fixed it and then mowed half the field. You think Ah'm ready to get a beer gut yet?"

Rogue: Rogue frowned at him playfully, "Y'all're spoilin' mah fun." She leaned up to give him a peck. "Ah ain't sure y'all will ever get a beer gut with everythin' we gotta do. Here an' at school."

Sam: "Exactly mah point." He backed up and twirled her slowly. "Ah don't plan on it either. Like bein' busy. Physical."

Rogue: She grinned at the twirl, eyes locked on his the entire time. "Yeah. Ah like it when we're physical too." Rogue pulled back into him and got back into step fairly easily, "This ain't so bad... Ah ain't been swarmed yet..."

Sam: He shook his head at her. "You're just plain naughty, aren't you? Tryin' t' make me go so red they'd wonder if Ah was about to pass out." Rocking her back and forth he smiled down at her. "And yeah. See? People here are fine."

Rogue: "Hey, bein' naughty is a good distraction f' me." She grinned and ran a thumb along his jawline. "So far they are. We ain't been here all that long. But Ah think part o' tha reason they ain't swarmed is 'cause y'all're with me." She gave him a mock glare, "Ya ain't allowed ta leave mah side. Even ta use tha bathroom. So no punch f' y'all."

Sam: "Hey. Wasn't plannin' on it." He didn't bother to mention that it wouldn't save them though.

Rogue: She grinned, "Good ta know." Rogue looked up as the song was nearing the end and gave a tiny eep. The song needed to be much much longer.

Sam: He backed up, leading her off, not sure that he wouldn't embarrass himself if she kept teasing him and swaying like that. "Pie..."

Rogue: "Right. Pie." She glanced over at the dessert table and saw a small group of women talking right next to it. Great. "What kind y'all wantin'?" Stay in conversation... Hopefully they wouldn't be interrupted.

Sam: "Hmmm. Can't decide. Maybe have to test a couple." Looping her arm over his he smiled. "You want some? Or cake? There's lots of sweets here, or salads an' other things if you got a taste for that."

Rogue: "Ah want somethin' sweet f' sure," she grinned up at him then looked back to the table, "But as f' actual desserts? Slice o' cake sounds real good. An' maybe a couple cookies... An' o' course Ah gotta steal a couple bites o' whatever y'all got."

Sam: "Of course..." And she said she didn't want romantic weddingy stuff. Uh huh. He brushed by the ladies, escorting her, and recieved a bunch of knowing smiles in return. Great. Cutting a piece of the nearest pie he passed her a plate. "Hold this for me darlin'?"

Rogue: "'Kay." She took the plate and tried not to make eye contact with any of the ladies, pretending they didn't exist. She watched him for a moment, then looked down at the plate in her hand and smirked, scooping up a fork and taking the first bite.

Sam: "Hey!" He laughed though, and selected another pie to take a peice from. "Ain't nothin' like home bakin'. Best you can..." His words trailed off a bit as his gaze slid over her shoulder when he saw a familiar face. Good lord. Sometimes he wondered why he had to live in such a small town where everyone was invited to everything.

Rogue: Rogue held the plate down so he could put the next slice on it. "Yeah, it's real good, huh?" Her smile faded as she looked up at his face. "What's wrong, sugah?" She took a second and glanced behind her, hoping none of the women were making their way over.

Sam: "Oh, nothin' much." With foresight he cut off a chunk of the second peice with a fork and fed that to her. "Just Kendra's shown up. Sure it's to just not be rude."

Rogue: Rogue took the bite, distracted before she could even see who he was looking at. Her face instantly hardened when he said who it was though. She chewed and swallowed quickly, "What's she doin' here? She ain't got no right."

Sam: "Everyone's invited to these things. If it was more of a closed family celebration thing...like a weddin' reception...then it wouldn't be." He was teasing, his tone light, but he decided maybe that wasn't the tack to take as soon as his words were out of his mouth.

Rogue: Rogue just stared at him for a moment then turned around and walked over to Kendra to tell her hello in the most pleasant way she could, huge smile plastered onto her face. If it kept it from being a 'wedding reception' even though his mama had said it was a party to celebrate them, fine. She could be nice and welcoming to the girl who had basically stabbed him in the back when his powers showed up. Just fine.

Sam: He nearly swallowed his tongue as she sauntered off on him, scooping up the plate and hurrying after her. He would have said something, but they were already there so he just gave a painfully awkward smile.

Rogue: Kendra seemed like she was forcing being polite, but Rogue smoothed over her own tension quite easily. Maybe she should have taken Howlett up on that acting offer after all. Rogue didn't even glance at Sam as he came over, turning to direct Kendra to the refreshments and suggest a couple of the pies to her. "Thanks so much f' comin', sugah! Sam an' Ah both're glad ya here." Once she headed towards the table, Rogue walked over to sit at an empty table, crossing her legs and tapping her foot in the air.

Sam: Taking a well deserved breath of air, he gave Kendra a parting nod too and managed to walk beside Marie rather than looking like he was chasing after her. Not the impression he wanted to give. Sliding the plate close he picked the fork up again. "Well. That went good."

Rogue: "Yep. An' now it ain't a weddin' reception 'cause Ah welcomed someone who shouldn't be here an' was real nice ta her, too." She gave him a tight smile then looked out at the dance floor. "Happy?"

Sam: He had a feeling the answer to that should be 'no'. "Well. You didn't want it to be about a weddin', right?" Was he getting his wires crossed here? Cause he was confused.

Rogue: "We ain't married. 'Course Ah don't want it ta be 'bout a weddin'." She crossed her arms under her chest, making sure her right hand was hidden under her arm to hide the ring.

Sam: "Ok..." Eating a piece of pie to gather his own thoughts he glanced at Kendra. "And Ah get that you're pissed that she's here, but no one invited her really. It's just an open invite. Heck darlin' we've been together a lot longer than she and Ah ever were. And things are a lot different between us. So there's nothin' to be worried about. She's just a neighbour."

Rogue: "Ah ain't worried. Ah don't like her 'cause o' how she treated ...An' still treats y'all." She glanced over at Sam finally, "Why would she come ta a party thats supposed ta be celebratin' her ex shackin' up with another 'mutie'? It's just not polite."

Sam: Sighing he shrugged. "Well, maybe she's changed her mind."

Rogue: "Ya really think she has?" Rogue arched an eyebrow, face and tone showing that she didn't believe that.

Sam: "Dunno. Didn't ask her. But Ah don't think she came to cause trouble darlin'." He took her hand and rubbed it.

Rogue: "Fine." She turned more fully to face him, "So now let's move on ta y'all. What tha hell was up with that damned weddin' reception crack?"

Sam: "Ah was tryin' to lighten the mood." He held a peice of pie out infront of him like a shield. "But you know...it is true darlin'. This ain't one. Ah've been tryin' to say that over and over but you ain't believin' me."

Rogue: "Lighten tha mood? By sayin' that if Ah'd done what y'all wanted Ah wouldn't hafta see ya ex? Yeah. Real smooth, Sam."

Sam: Well now that she put it that way. "I'm sorry darlin'. Didn't mean to imply nothin'. I'm just proud an' happy with what we got. Ah want you to be too."

Rogue: "Ah am. Which is why Ah hated tha idea o' this party. Ah don't want anybody makin' it out ta be somethin' more than it really is. Ah like how we are. Ah don't wanna change it an' Ah don't wanna hafta fight rumors that've already changed it."

Sam: "Ok. We're good then. We've said our hello's, and Ah've had mah pie. Let's get on off to bed."

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "Ah haven't had mah cake. An' Ah ain't really up ta plasterin' that big fat fake smile back on mah face an' goin' back over next ta Kendra." She stole his plate and the last bite of pie, "So why don't y'all go grab me a piece o' cake an' a couple cookies an' we can go ta bed." She grinned, "An' maybe have a bit o' fun with tha icin' first..."

Sam: "You ain't thinkin' of squashin' it mah face are you?" Again, that was a pretty weddingish thing to do...

Rogue: "No... Ah hadn't been..." She arched an eyebrow, "Ain't as much fun lickin' it from ya face as from other places."

Sam: Swallowing hard he gave a small look around. "Ah'll grab a big piece then."
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Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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Bobby: "Well... shit." Bobby blew out an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh and levered himself back up onto the truck's bench seat. Apparently they really had smoked it all, and he was not hitting up Hector for any more.

Bobby: After all... it was a terrible example to set, on many levels. But, those kids were making him crazy. Propped on his elbow, Bobby stared blankly at the seat. He frowned. He picked a long, brown hair from the seat belt, nose wrinkling when it snapped.

Bobby: It was probably Lorna's left over from her adventures in dye, but it almost looked too long, and it reminded him of... Hey, I haven't heard from her for a while. Wonder how's life down on the farm. He let the hair drift to the floor and dug in his pocket for his phone, searching out her number.

Rogue: Rogue jumped as her phone started blaring Bobby's ringtone and she dug it out of her pocket."Bugsy, Ah ain't lookin' ta go on any heists with ya no more. Thought Ah made that clear when ya nearly got us shot up last time." She couldn't help the grin, "Hey, sugah. Long time no speak." Rogue gave Sam a quick kiss and rolled off the blanket they had been lying on, watching the stars, to step away a bit to talk.

Bobby: "But how was I supposed to know that stool pigeon was a fed too?" Bobby laughed and sat up, propping his feet on the open door. "It has been a long time - I miss my flying buddy." His grin turned a little wicked.

Rogue: Rogue pulled a face, "Ugh. Don't remind me. Prefer mah own flight or Sam's thank y'all all tha same." She blew Sam a kiss and grinned when he caught it. "How're things goin' up there? Quiet an' borin' like every ol' break we get? Or did y'all go off somewhere excitin'?"

Bobby: "Nope, we're at the school and it's entirely too exciting." He picked at a frayed spot on his jeans. "We really should have tried to escape when we had a chance. Early-late honeymooncation or something."

Rogue: Rogue laughed out loud at that, "Honeymooncation? What's goin' on?" Her smile dropped the second she remembered everything that had happened before summer, "Everybody ok? Do we need ta come home?"

Bobby: "Oh! No, no, nothing like that... unless you happen to be good with kids?" He hadn't intended on trying to recruit her, but holy hell did they need all the help they could get.

Rogue: "Ah love kids," she grinned, kind of relieved that there wasn't anything bad happening. And then her eyes widened and she got really excited, really quickly, "Is Lorna pregnant?!"

Bobby: "Weeeeell, if you love them that mu-" he cut off mid-wheedle with a snort. "No. I'm sure my voice would be a few octaves higher from her violent retribution if I'd knocked her up right now."

Rogue: She laughed out loud at that and went back to sit next to Sam, "Ok, ok. Fine. So then why'd ya ask if Ah was good with kids? What's goin' on? Leech not behavin'?"

Bobby: "Well, no, but that's normal. Imagine if we had ten Leeches living at the school, then don't imagine it, because it's reality."

Rogue: Rogue just sat there for a minute then laughed a bit, "Ah'm sorry... Ah thought ya said y'all have ten Leech's at school..."

Bobby: "Oh, I did, Dollface." He laughed without much humor. "It's not like he snorted some cloning dust from McCoy's lab or anything, but Chuck got a bad, bad idea into his little bald head this summer. He's got some mutant kids staying here... kind of like Camp Crystal Lake, only everybody's Jason."

Rogue: Rogue winced, "Wow. Yeah, that don't sound real appetizin'. Reckon y'all can escape it though what with most o' tha teachers still bein' there, right? So ya can still take ya honeymoonication or whatever."

Bobby: "Oh, if only it were that simple..." Bobby stopped picking at his jeans and instead ran an icy finger over the dashboard, drawing an elaborate pattern in the dust. "I didn't tell you I got a job, did I?"

Rogue: "Why ain't it that simple?" Rogue frowned, "An' no... Y'all quit MegaTokyo?"

Bobby: "Yeah, I did... which was pretty damn funny, actually, because I thought Claude was gonna cry." He grinned at the memory, then bit the corner of his lip. "I'm going to be working a little closer to home now."

Rogue: Rogue laughed and shook her head, "Poor guy. Ah'm sure he'll do fine though." She reached over and ran her fingers through Sam's hair, watching as the moon reflected off of his hair a bit. She smiled down at him as he watched her. "Oh? Where's that?"

Bobby: "Well, at school. Chuck hired me. Like, as a teacher..." He tried to sound more sure of that than he felt, because he was half expecting her to tell him he was lucky he was qualified to teach beginning shoe-tying.

Rogue: Rogue couldn't help the snicker at that, "As a teacher?" Dang. She was sitting too close to Sam to make a crack about hitting on a teacher... "What is it ya teachin', sugah? Ass-backwards relationships an' how ta avoid trouble with tha missus?"

Bobby: His nose wrinkled. She really did just laugh at him! He stopped tracing the pattern and ran his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. "Um... physical education. Sort of. Tactics and stuff... like Rankin did, and Lizzie..."

Rogue: Rogue blinked for a second and her hand stilled in Sam's hair for a moment before she pulled it into her lap again. "Really? Ah mean, really? So... Y'all're gonna be mah teacher then..." She smirked, "Well, then. Sure y'all'll be nicer ta deal with than Liz. Didn't much like her... Just kinda tolerated her. But hey! Best friend bein mah tactics an' trainin' teacher? Thinkin' Ah like that a bit better. But don't expect me ta not cuss ya out now that Ah ain't invulnerable.”

Bobby: "Well, invulnerability hadn't stopped you from that before I got hired as Rankinette, so..." He smirked a little, but still felt uneasy. "I'm going to get some training... like, after summer camp. To make sure I can teach. But yeah... really. I'm officially an authority figure."

Rogue: "No, it didn't. But Ah'm gonna be in a bit o' pain now 'steada just groanin' 'cause Ah don't wanna do it." She grinned, "Ta make sure ya can? Sugah, y'all're gonna be fine. Y'all've been helpin' me train with mah powers f' a long time now. Ya did great at teachin' me how ta use ya powers, so ya gonna be great at helpin' others how ta use their bodies." She had to smirk again, "Still hard ta picture y'all as an authority figure though... Ain't scary enough..."

Bobby: "How to use their bodies? Well, well..." He had to laugh at that, and inject his voice with the proper insinuation. Well, wait.... was that sexual harassment now that he was a teacher? Shit.

Bobby: "I can work on scary." He cleared his throat and tried the scary voice. "You call that a push-up!? I've seen drunk toddlers do better than that!" He nearly snorted at the end, but kept it together. It was a relief that at least she would accept him as a teacher. Lorna'd said it'd be fine. Looks like she was right, as usual.

Rogue: Rogue had to laugh at that, "Wow. Yeah... Sorry, Ah just don't think ya gonna be able ta scare me... Maybe some o' tha new kids... But Ah know ya too well." She laughed a little more and shook her head, "Did y'all get put up f' this job or did y'all ask f' it?"

Bobby: "No, he just asked me. It was the weirdest thing... I mean, I wasn't surprised he hired Dee to teach, since she was Lizzie's assistant and all, and team leader... but me?" He shrugged and narrowed his eyes, trying a different, deeper scary tone. "I'll think of a way to motivate you, Miss Anna. Don't worry."

Rogue: "Oh, Mr. Drake... Please, Ah'd really 'preciate it if ya wouldn't..." She tried ta give him her best mock-scared voice. "An' if ya couldn't tell through mah tone, Ah'd be battin' mah eyelashes over big ol' scared doe eyes," she barely managed not to snicker at the end of that.

Bobby: "Well, you do have the doe eyes down." He laughed, rolling his own eyes. It would be a challenge to get any respect from the older students, but hey. He liked challenges. Sometimes. "But, so anyway, long story short there... I can't escape the summer camp."

Rogue: "Yuck. Well... Glad Ah ain't there. An' extra glad Ah ain't a teacher!" She laughed and shook her head again, "That sounds like an itty bitty hell on earth, darlin'."

Bobby: "Yes, indeed. I mean, I get it. I do. It's not a bad idea, in theory. These kids... well, I can see why they'd not be too good at 'blending.' So, being around older mutants, it's got to be a good thing... except... well, Monet and Hector are here, so you can imagine."

Rogue: "Oh man. Ah bet they're just tha kid's favorites!" She cringed and laid back down next to Sam. "Ah bet Leech an' Johnny're lovin' havin' other kids though. It really is good f' 'em."

Bobby: "Well, Johnny loves playmates, but Leech wants to convert them all into his own private army. I don't think Chuck's ever going to deprogram that kid." Bobby continued tracing patterns on the dash, realizing the doodles looked kind of like Freddy and his ever-present giant lollypops.

Rogue: "Well... Ya never know. Maybe he just needs someone ta take charge o' him... Like Jono did. But show him a different way o' livin'. He just misses his family, sug. Anybody would an' tha kid's been through a lot o' trauma losin' 'em." She laid her head on Sam's chest and let the phone rest on her face. "Tha other kids have friends an' family?"

Bobby: Bobby just grunted in response to her analysis of Leech. "Yeah, they do. Chuck sweet talked their folks into having them come here. Apparently, he's considering expanding the school to include younger kids..."

Rogue: "Y'all're kiddin' right? We're a university.... What're we gonna do with a bunch o' kids runnin' aro---" Rogue's eyes went wide, "He wants us ta censor ourselves. That ain't fair."

Bobby: "Well, as an official authority figure? I suppose I should say we need some censoring." He wiped his palm across the dashboard doodle.

Rogue: "Oh y'all cain't even talk 'bout that. Ah know exactly what y'all've done an' where. Y'all have just as much fun with it as tha rest o' us, don't ya dare deny it."

Bobby: "Oh, I don't. My whole authority-ness... yeah, well, we both know it's ornamental. Mostly I'm just pissed I do have to behave with these kids around." He leaned back against the seat, again wishing he'd found a joint's worth of irresponsibility. "Between babysitting and prepping for teaching this fall, Dee and I have been busy. Too busy with the wrong things."

Rogue: "Aww..." Rogue made a thoughtful face, "An' funnily enough, Sam an' Ah've had plenty o' time f' bein' busy tha right way. 'Leastways after tha work an' things." She pulled a face, "An' his mama threw us a party ta 'celebrate'. That was kinda awkward..."

Bobby: "Right, your non-committal commitment." He still had to congratulate Sam on that one. It didn't even bother him that it meant Sam was getting laid more than him right now. "Well, it's something to celebrate, right?"

Rogue: "No. It ain't. Which is why it made me so darned mad." Sam gave her a look and she took a breath, "But it's over now, thank God."

Bobby: "Riiiight." Bobby shook his head. "Well, one of these days we'll get to our actual committal recommitment, then there can be celebration without awkward. Well, no. That'll be awkward too. Anything involving my parents is kind of awkward, but amusingly awkward hopefully."

Rogue: Rogue grinned at that, "That'll be fun. Ah kinda miss proddin' at Dad. Y'all find him irritatin', Ah find him amusin'... Ah'll keep him outta ya hair an' make sure ya mama gets plenty o' pictures."

Bobby: His eyebrow lifted at dad, but he had to smile. "Sounds like a good plan, babe."

Rogue: "Still think y'all should bring Elvis in f' tha ceremony... Have it be a re-enactment." She grinned, "An' Ah promise Ah won't hurt him after this time."

Bobby: "Didn't I tell you? Ginny is doing the ceremony." The smile grew at that. Ordination had proved to be very fun indeed. "In fact, I could do it myself. I could do a re-enactment of your non-commitment too, with less flaming."

Rogue: "Howlett didn't do nothin' but stand there. An' take a couple pictures. Sam an' Ah just talked ta each other." She frowned, "An' no, ya didn't tell me... Should have him put on an Elvis costume."

Bobby: "That's not a bad idea at all. He'd totally go for that. Elvis costume, complete with wig, and a yarmulke. Possibly a sequined one." He cackled.

Rogue: Rogue laughed, "Ah think he might even be able ta pull off tha creepy hittin' on Lorna an' me stuff... That'd be funny."

Bobby: "Just this once, I'd even give him bonus points for hitting on me too." He chuckled. "Yeah, so, we'll get around to that..."

Rogue: That got a good giggle out of her, "Ah'd love ta see that." She snuggled tighter to Sam. "Y'all need me ta kick some people in tha butt ta get it goin'? Ah can still be pretty intimidatin' when Ah need ta be. Don't need powers f' that."

Bobby: "Well, right now? The holdup is my dad. Well, aside from the kiddie thing and the surprise jobs..." Bobby shook his head a little at that. "He's doing a government audit, so he can't take time off. He said to just do it without him, because we know how much he loves this idea, but mom gave him a big fat no on that."

Rogue: "Yeah, Ah'll bet she did... An' as much as Ah enjoy proddin' ya daddy, don't think Ah'd be able ta intimidate him outta work..." Rogue chewed her lip some, "Well... Guess we'll just hafta wait then."

Bobby: "Yep. Oh well. It'll give us a good excuse for a party later on." He stretched and checked his watch. He didn't have to stay with the kids tonight, thankfully, but he should check in before he went to bed... be boringly responsible. "To celebrate when the brats... I mean, mutant youth... go home."

Rogue: Rogue laughed again, "Yeah, keep that teacher mentality up, sug. Gonna be hard ta break some o' y'all's habits if'n ya don't." She kissed Sam's chest then rolled back to lie beside him, looking up at the stars. "Hopefully by tha time Ah get back they'll all be gone... Ah love kids. Ah don't wanna get turned off ta tha idea o' havin' 'em some day."

Bobby: That made both eyebrows shoot up. He pulled the phone away from his ear, blinking at it before putting it back to his ear. "Um... you feeling okay? Not got any bee flu, or anything?"

Rogue: Rogue frowned, "No... No bee flu... Think Ah'm immune since mah last case. Why?"

Bobby: "You don't want to get turned off to the idea of having kids? I mean, not that I disagree, because God knows Leech makes me hope that my own kids wouldn't call me 'Ugly Man.'"

Rogue: "Why would Ah not wanna get turned off ta tha idea? Ah've always wanted kids..."

Bobby: "Yeah, but..." Oh. Andy patch. Right.

Rogue: "But...?" Rogue was now really confused. "Bugs? Y'all ok?"

Bobby: "Oh, I'm fine." Bobby decided it wasn't worth the patch argument again, but he couldn't resist... "Andy should patent his patches."

Rogue: "Sure he'd make a fortune from 'em." She grinned, "Ah'd buy 'im out f' sure. Hey, y'all seen tha sky t'night? It's gorgeous."

Bobby: "Not really." He slid off the bench seat and shut the door, remembering for once to lock it. Wandering out of the garage, he looked up, leaning back against the wall. "Hey, moon's almost full."

Rogue: She smirked, "Yup. Sam'n Ah're layin' outside lookin' at tha stars. Real peaceful out. Should take Lorna up ta tha roof an' do tha same. Get away from tha kids some."

Bobby: "That, Dollface, sounds like a fantastic idea. We could get in some practice for kids ourselves..." A really fantastic idea. "And since it sounds like you guys might be doing that too, I'll let you get back to it."

Rogue: Rogue gave Sam a sideways glance, "We could be... If we moved tha blanket further out from tha house..." Sam gave her a curious look and she grinned wide, "Have fun, Bugsy! Love ya, hun!"

Bobby: Bobby signed off with a grin and headed back to the house, whistling a tune under his breath. Okay, maybe this responsibility thing wouldn't be too bad after all.
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Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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Rogue: Rogue sat cross-legged on the floor of their make-shift bedroom, folding her freshly washed clothes to put in her suitcase. She liked coming to visit here, but she was so ready to go back and not have to worry about his family... They were nice and all, but she didn't think she could ever get used to the claustrophobic feeling of them being there. All. The. Time.

Sam: He shoved another laundry basket up the rickety ladder and popped his head through. "Ah think this is the last of it. How's it comin'?"

Rogue: "Hey, sugah!" She grinned and got up to grab the basket, going to add it to the other clean laundry. "Comin' along alright. Y'all's parents really ok with ya leavin' early with me?" She went back and put her arms around his waist when he was all the way up, looking up at his face. "Ah really don't wanna put 'em out... Know they always need ya here f' tha help."

Sam: "Yep." He gave her a wry grin. "Well. Mostly. Ah think they'd like us to stay. But we've certainly put in our time and the stuff that's left they can handle."

Rogue: "If Ah hadn't promised Lil Ah'd be back, ya know Ah'd stay..." She couldn't help but smirk, "But ya know, Ah am so ready ta have ya all ta mahself again." Rogue's smirk turned into a thoughtful frown, "Still ain't sure what ta say ta Xavier ta make us be able ta have tha same room this comin' year... Maybe y'all should do it since ya did such a good job with ya folks?"

Sam: "Ah thought you were gettin' me to yourself." He gave a glance at the bed. "Or at least a goodly part of it. And Ah've liked it." Nodding, he gnawed on his lip. "And yeah, Ah'll take it up with him."

Rogue: "Ah meant all tha time. 'Sides classes an' work an' things. Ah cain't relax here. Even with tha nice setup ya had done up f' us," she smirked and leaned up to give him a soft peck on the lips. "Ah kept thinkin' 'bout when ya sister came up on us just kissin'..."

Sam: Flushing red he dug out a shirt and joined her in folding. "Yeah? Well at least mah parents warned all the kids off here this time. At the school it's still gonna be crazy."

Rogue: "But we can lock tha doors. An' Ah ain't so worried 'bout them walkin' in on us as ya family." She sat back down and went back to the laundry. "But Ah hope those kids're gone 'fore we get there..."

Sam: "The lock bit is true, but then that don't stop all of them, does it?" Lifting up a dainty pair of her underwear, he folded them and put them on her pile, smiling at how used he'd come to this routine. "Ah thought you like kids? Or is it all worry about them bustin' in on us?"

Rogue: "Just worry 'bout them bustin' in on us..." She grinned at how careful he was with her underwear. This was so... homey. Domestic. It felt nice, if somewhat different than what she was used to. "Do want kids someday still," she mentioned in a casual tone as she picked up some of his boxers to fold.

Sam: His eyes flicked over to hers and his grin increased slightly as he went back to folding. "Yeah. Think that'd suit you great, Marie."

Rogue: She laughed softly and shook her head, "Really?" She wrinkled her nose a bit, "Do love kids... But Ah have a temper..." She pulled out a bunch of socks and started trying to match them up.

Sam: "Yeah. But then have you seen mah momma?" Setting the folded laundry aside he laid belly down across the bed and rested his chin on his hands watching her. "Ah'm serious though."

Rogue: Rogue flushed a tiny bit, eyes glancing up at him for a quick moment before going back to the pile of socks. "Still hopin' tha patch'll like...seep inta mah blood f'ever'r somethin'... Then, maybe."

Sam: "Well, it's for the future anyways. Ah'm not plannin' on losin' sleep over it anytime soon. For now it's more preventin'." He plucked a sock out of the pile and held it out to her as she had the other in her hand. "But if here had doors...it ain't a bad place to be some of the time, huh?"

Rogue: Rogue gave him a suspiscious look as she snagged the sock, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "No. Guess not. But only some o' tha time." She folded up the last few pairs and pulled their suitcases over, putting the clothes in and not caring who's clothes went where. They would end up in the same place anyway, why bother sorting out his and hers?

Sam: "So...this is good. Pretty much packed, hey? What do you wanna do for the last bit of it?" Reaching out he took her hand and tugged gently on it.

Rogue: Rogue laughed and managed to finish putting the last couple of shirts in before she let him pull her fully up on the bed. She laid down next to him on her stomach, her side pressed against his. "Tha same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try an' take over tha world," she smirked at him.

Sam: "Ah really dunno if Ah should be disturbed when you do that. Or with you callin' me 'pinky'."

Rogue: Rogue laughed even more and leaned her face next to his to kiss his cheek. "Maybe Ah'm hangin' out with Bobby too much... His evil influence is evil, ya know." She grinned, "But... If ya don't wanna take over tha world, we could do that other thing we do every night..."

Sam: "Yeah..." He slapped her lightly on the butt. "You, my darlin', have a one track mind. Who said guys minds are dirty?"

Rogue: "Hey. You plus me plus bed minus bein' tired equals havin' some fun." She grinned, "An' people think Ah'm bad at math." She slid on top of him, lying on her stomach along his back, her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. "Ya do make a right nice pillow though, sugah."

Sam: "Ah'm glad you think so. You make a pretty good blanket at that." Running his fingers through her hair softly he looked around the small room. "Hey...you have anythin' from the kitchen? Momma was bakin' cookies earlier..."

Rogue: Rogue stayed quiet for a minute, glad Sam couldn't see her face. "No... Well.. Yes. But... They were so good an' Ah was kinda lonesome with y'all down waitin' on tha laundry an' all... Heh.."

Sam: He gave her a look of horror that was only three quarters mocked. "You didn't. All of them?"

Rogue: "Well no. Just tha ones Ah brought up here..." She gave a sheepish grin, "Ah was hungry... An' Ah was too busy ta go back down ta tha kitchen... Ah left some in tha kitchen f' ya siblin's... Maybe ya can snag tha rest?"

Sam: Sighing heavily he shook his head. "Nah. They'll have gotten them already. You'll just have to put that apron on, Miss Marie, and set about cookin' me more when you get home." He added another slap on the butt as comedic empahsis.

Rogue: Rogue eeped and then giggled a bit. "Ah can do that. Just call me Betty Crocker. An' make sure no one but y'all gets in tha kitchen." She wriggled suggestively then lifted her hips up enough to give his bottom a return smack. "Gets kinda hot in that kitchen makin' cookies... Might need ta wear only tha apron ta keep from gettin' overheated."

Sam: That sobered him up even though he was pretty sure they were still goofing around. Not that her in an apron alone was unappealling. But infront of the whole student body? "Um..."

Rogue: "What?" Rogue frowned and rolled off of him so she could see his face better.

Sam: "Maybe you can model it for me in our room...but Ah think you'd probably give some freshman a heartattack if you went into the main area like that."

Rogue: "Which is why Ah said ya should make sure no one could come in, Rebel." She grinned. "An' what fun is that without bein' able ta properly use it? Ain't much fun if Ah cain't tease ya with some o' tha sweet cookie dough."

Sam: He laughed, knowing it came out a little strained. "You're a wicked little thing aren't you? What am Ah gonna do with you?"

Rogue: "Ah'm sure ya could come up with several things... Know Ah've already mentioned a couple." She propped up on her elbows and grinned, "We could make a list!"

Sam: The laugh was more genuine that time. "Ah don't know if there's enough paper in that whole school to cover a list of yours, Marie."

Rogue: "We could try an' find out..." Her grin grew a bit more wicked and she leaned in slowly, catching his lower lip between her teeth gently. "Or we could see how many we could come up with here..." She sighed and pulled away, rolling onto her back, "But, we do have a bit more ta do 'fore we can relax. Like makin' sure we got everythin' packed."

Sam: "Yeah..." He let her go reluctantly. "Ah suppose so. We got all the clothes though, right? And the few things momma gave us?" The sheet set in particular had made him redden, but he'd just thanked her. They were setting up a home of sorts and it wasn't like she could do anything really overt.

Rogue: Rogue frowned and turned her head to look at him. She was trying to give him the reins and he just wasn't taking them. "Yeah. Ah ain't got tha picture frames yet though..." It was a nice gesture, but Rogue hadn't expected some of them to already have pictures in them... From the party, too. At least Sam's mom wasn't as bad as Bobby's with the camera...

Sam: Frowning he worked through the items in his head. "Well...what else do we have to pack? Unless you were serious the other day about wantin' one of those barn kittens."

Rogue: "Darlin', if Xavier'd let us bring it home, Ah'd do it in a heartbeat. Ah really liked tha black one with tha grey stripes on his tummy." She smiled, "Maybe we can make sure ya mama doesn't get rid o' him?"

Sam: "Nah. She keeps them. Only the odd one that gets here from a neighbours farm has a littler now and then and we get more. Enough mice for them all and we only have to set out some kibble. It works. Dad bitches a bit about havin' to fix them all when it comes time to that, but then again he couldn't ever turn them away either, so it's that or drown in kittens. So you'll be able to visit a lot at least, right?" Drawing her back into his arms he rubbed her back.

Rogue: Rogue smiled and closed her eyes, "Yeah. Which one did y'all like? Or do ya not care 'cause ya see a new litter so often?"

Sam: He shrugged. "You know that ol' bag of bones? The tabby? She's 'my' cat. Best mouser we ever had."

Rogue: "Yeah? She seemed real sweet. Like y'all." She grinned and opened her eyes, pressing a kiss to his nose. "Bit shy an' timid, but she warmed up a bit. Also like y'all." Rogue had to laugh a bit, "Darlin', Ah'm real glad ya came when ya did... If y'all'd met me b'fore? Dang... Doubt we'd be how we are now... Wouldn't let nobody near me. Told Remy tha day Ah fell in love f' real was tha day he'd stop bein' cajun..." She wrinkled her nose, "Don't remind him o' that one, 'kay?"

Sam: His hand stilled over her hip and he frowned for a moment. "Yeah. Well things just work out sometimes don't they? But you don't regret that do you? Ah mean...that you're tied down now rather than..." He cleared his throat.

Rogue: Rogue laughed and shook her head, "Nah. Darlin', if Ah didn't want this, Ah wouldn't be here." She gave him a soft smile, "Ah love you. Ah'm happier now than Ah ever thought Ah'd be." She arched an eyebrow, "Y'all don't regret tyin' me down do ya?"

Sam: "Hell no." His fingers tightened over her. "But as you said...Ah know Ah'm shy. There's others that were a bit more adventerous with you, right?" And this was the closest that they really got to talking about what went on before them. But things were more established for her and him now. Committed. In a non-committing way.

Rogue: "Um... That's a good way ta put it Ah guess..." She bit her lip some, "If they hadn't treated me how they did... If they'd acted just like everybody else? Ah don't think we woulda worked out. Ah never even kissed anybody 'sides Cody 'fore Ah came ta that school... Didn't know Ah could... Didn't think anybody'd wanna try even."

Sam: "Well then, just goes to show. Things work out for the best, right?" He kissed her in illustration.

Rogue: Rogue smiled into the kiss and deepened it just a touch before backing off. "Ah'm real thankful f' tha guys b'fore y'all. If they'd not been there, we wouldn't be here," she snuggled up tighter to him and kissed him again. But... Just because they were adventurous didn't mean he ever needed to see a certain tape with a certain two boys and her playing firemen...
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Summer 2011: Sam and Rogue

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