Pairing: Rogue/Kitty, some mentions of Kitty/Lance
Rating: G
Summary: Rogue. Kitty. A couch.
Disclaimer: Lots of lovely people at Marvel own X-Men, and none of them are me. I'm only borrowing the characters, and I'm getting no money for it. Sigh.
Author's Notes: First posting to contrelamontre and first Evolution fic. Based midway through season 2, before Joyride. Written in 40 minutes. Please be nice to me, I'm a little unsure about this... I'm English. So is my spelling.
Putting them in the same room. Well, that had been a flash of inspiration from the great Professor X, thought Rogue angrily. Rogue was a loner. That was what she was, always had been, and always would be. It wasn't like she had a choice, after all- she could hardly suddenly become a touchy-huggy-feely person, could she? Oh, sure, maybe it was to teach them both how to get along, maybe it was to bring them closer together as a team, but right at that moment, Rogue had never felt further away from Kitty. As the smaller girl dumped yet another outfit on the floor, Rogue finally flipped, throwing her book to the side.
"How long does it take ya to choose an outfit? It's not that big a deal!"
Kitty, who was in the process of holding a blue sweater against her chest, turned from her mirror reflection to face the irate Southern girl. "Jeez, calm down Rogue. It's not like I'm asking you to help. Besides," she said, turning back to the mirror, "this party might not important for, like, you, but it is for me."
"But mah floor is important to me, and it's mah floor you're cluttering up!" exploded Rogue, standing up angrily and flipping her book to the floor.
"Our floor, and now you're cluttering it up too." Kitty sighed. "God, why don't you just come to the party?"
"Yeah, like Ah can!" Rogue shuddered. Bodies pressing against bodies, skin touching skin... and that was just one reason. "Fine. I'll just leave ya to get on with it." And Ah'll leave ya to choosing ya outfit for Lance she added silently as she edged through the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Whatever," Kitty shrugged, before holding up the blue sweater again. Rogue slammed the door on her way out, and was rewarded by a brief gasp from her roommate. Now alone again, Rogue stormed through the corridors of the Xavier mansion with no real purpose in mind.
"God, why don't you just come to the party?"
There were so many reasons why she couldn't go that party, and Kitty knew at least one. That party would be crowded with happy, chattering teenagers, few of whom Rogue liked and all of whom she could end up killing if they decided to get too close. Rogue hadn't been to many parties ever since transferring to Bayville High, and that was the way she planned on keeping it. So why had tonight flipped her out so much?
Watching Kitty, that had been the problem. And jealousy. As she watched the girl try on various outfits, sneakily peering from over her book, the jealousy had been as over-whelming as the tide. Kitty could happily choose outfits that would bare skin, happily wear clothes that would just maybe make Lance realise what he was missing...
And Rogue was jealous of Lance. Lance could touch that bare skin, Lance could dance with her, Lance could kiss her, and Rogue could do none of those things, despite a year of sharing a room with the girl. And that was why she most definitely couldn't go to that party- there was no way Rogue would be able to watch them dancing together without whipping off her glove and killing Lance where he stood.
Hey, maybe thats not such a bad idea, Rogue thought, a grim smile spreading across her face as she gently padded down the main stairs to reach the Lounge room. She flopped down on one the couches and wished fervently that she'd brought her book with her, but there was no way she was going back into that room to watch Kitty carefully choose her outfit for Lance.
"Rogue, I'm sorry."
Rogue sat up quickly to see Kitty framed in the doorway, wearing the outfit she had started off in. Hoping her recent thoughts weren't showing on her face, Rogue shrugged. "Good."
Rogue didn't look at Kitty as she passed across the room and sat next to her on the couch. Uncomfortably close. "Ah'd move away, if Ah were ya," said Rogue quietly. "Ah ain't safe to be sat near, remember?"
"I'll risk it."
There was something new in Kitty's tone, Rogue noticed. Not the usual light-headed bubble-gum tones, but something strange. Thoughtful. "You'll be late for the party," said Rogue uncomfortably.
"I'll risk it," said Kitty again. "I'm not sure that I want to go, anymore."
That got Rogue's attention. She looked at Kitty, profiled perfectly in the light. "Ya spent hours tonight getting ready."
"Yeah, I know. And then I thought of you all alone here, and then I thought that... well, I didn't want to go."
Rogue's voice was tight. "Lance will be waiting for ya."
"I don't want to be with Lance, don't you get it!" burst out Kitty, looking at Rogue and breaking her profile. "I'm sitting with you, aren't I?"
"Kitty, Ah don't know what ya mean, but it ain't funny," said Rogue, looking straight at the younger girl.
"You know what I mean, Rogue," said Kitty steadily. "And it's not supposed to be funny. I just want to try something." Saying that, Kitty reached up to touch Rogue's face. Rogue gasped, until Kitty phased through her cheek, gently passing through the pale skin. Rogue stopped moving immediatly, terrified for Kitty. She could feel a very faint tingling on her cheek, as though an insect had landed there, but the point was that Kitty appeared to be both conscious and touching her. Kitty pulled back, breaking the connection.
"What was that?" whispered Rogue, staying completely still and upright. "Ya just touched mah face..."
"Only technically," said Kitty, blushing with an inane grin on her face. "I had this, like, idea, and it worked..." She leaned back on the couch. "I've been wanting to try it for ages."
"So... so we can touch," said Rogue in an exhilerated tone.
"Good, isn't it?"
"Ah didn't know that you felt..."
"Me neither." The two girls leant back, suddenly shy, staring at each other. "But I'm glad we both didn't go to the party."
"So am Ah..." The girls curled up on the couch together, careful not to touch bare skin against skin, until Kitty carefully took Rogue's glove off and laid her hand through Rogue's, the two mingling together as Kitty gently phased through Rogue's skin. "Very glad..."
"Rogue? ROGUE?"
Kitty was shouting suddenly. Why was she shouting? Rogue sat up, dimly realising that she was alone again, and that Kitty was by the door in a different outfit...
Oh no.
"Rogue, are you sure you don't want to come to the party?" Kitty said, hands on hips. "There's not going to be that many people there."
"Ah'm sure, okay?" Tears were beginning to prick at Rogue's face. "Just go. Lance is waiting."
"Yeah, I know." Kitty hugged herself gleefully. "Don't wait up!"
The younger girl left, and Rogue curled up on the couch again. Alone and untouchable.
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