Mia's Journal

Kyra Borges

2007-06-23T20:00:02Z

OK, I've created an OC called Kyra Borges that is going to be the main character of the story "Angels and Monkeys" along with Angel. I drew a quick sketch of her and posted here, and I guess I'll use the oppertunity to tell a little of her as well, as she is a funny character I like very much! Please tell me what you think of her! First, some standard facts, and then a little about her personality and history and such.

Name: Kyra Borges
Mutant name: Savage
Height: 5f eet 4 inches
Age: Eighteen
Hair color: First dirty-blonde, then bright red with black streaks
Eye color: Blue

Powers: Has a long tail with black and red fur, similar to the tail of monkeys. It has the ability to grip on to thing and is very strong. She has enhanced agility, very acrobatic and a good climber. Uses a staff as a weapon.

Personality: Kyra is very lively and fun-loving. She always smiles and is easy-going and friendly to everyone.

History: Kyra grew up with her mother, and woke one day to find that she had grown a tail over the night. Kyra, easy-going as she is, didn't mind all that much. She cut holes to it in her pants and dyed her hair to match the fur. Over the next weeks she find herself developing enhanced powers when it comes to agility and acrobatics. She discovers that she has no problems climbing trees and excells in gymclass as she find herself beating every single one of the cheerleaders in gymnastics (something they arent too fond of...) Kyra's mother thinks they should find a place that will fit her mutant daughter better, and finds Xavier's institue. Here Kyra meets Warren, and they hit it off. They might be as different as water and oil, they loud energetic Kyra and the silent calm Warren, but she might be just what he needs.

So, what do you think, could this be something? I think it'll be nice to write about a character that is all fun, and not all angsty as so many other. I'll try to come up with an actual plot though, or maybe it'll just be some smutty fluff... We'll just have to wait and see don't we? :D

I've written about 1000 word of the story, the part when she wakes up with a tail. And I have a little piece the first conversation between her and Warren, which I at least think says at lot about her and how not-serious she takes herself:

"So what is your mutant name then Kyra Borges?" Warren said and looked up at the girl that hung upside down from a beam in his roof. She contemplated his question for a few seconds before she smiled and answered him.
"Monkeybutt?"

Anyway, not sure if this works, but I'll just have to try (if it do work please remember that it is a quick sketch, and that i'm not a great artist...) if it doesnt work the picture can be found in my gallery: X-Men...

Hello!

2007-06-23T15:14:02Z

As always, I have nothing to say of any importance, I'm only a bit bored and thought I post a little something about what's going on in my life, and with my writing.

I'm working on the twelfth chapter of Struck by Lightning, a story about Angel from X Men and a original character called Ana, or Lightning. I haven't gotten too many reviews on this one, and I would love if anyone out there would want to read it and tell me what you think! A little summary: Ana is a eighteen year old girl that is chased away from home after developing her mutant powers; the ability to control and create electricity. she makes her way to Xavier's instiute, and are embraced as on of the X Men. She gets close to the mutant that goes by the name of Angel. Things seem to be going her way, but there are obstacles ahead. A rebellious mutant group has risen and are intend on making the mutants the dominant race. Ana's role in the powerplay is going to become more important than anyone would want. Right now this story is 30'000 words and not yet finished. I'm guessing it'll end up on somewhere inbetween 40-50'000 words, and is easily the "big" piece of fanfiction I've written. As well as this story I'm working on many many other stories, both fanfiction and original stories. Of the original stories my biggest thing is one with the working title "James' story". It is 40'000 words and not halffinished. I'm hoping I might call it a book one day, allthough I don't think I'll ever get it published. James is a depressed young man from an English town. One day he meets a woman with piercing eyes, and suspiciously pointy corner teeth. She will change his life. Prophesies, vampires, death, blood and pain will become part of his new life. So what do you think? Vampire's are fun aren't they? I love them at least!

Yeah, I'm well into my summervacation, and it great! This last year at university have been much fun, but it's great with some vacation right now. I had two exams, and got C on both of them. One of those I'm very much pleased with, as I didn't really work anything at all, the other exam I had hoped for a better grade in, but what the hell, at least I didnt fail!

My plans for the summer is mostly non-exictent, allthough I'm going on a two week interrail trip in France and Italy, and I'm really looking forward to it! But that's not until 19th of July... The rest of the summer I'll just watch movies, write and probably hang around with my friends, even though several of them has travelled home for the holidays :-( But that's what cell phones are for ain't it!

Oh, and on Monday I'm going to an Arctic Monkeys concert in Oslo, and it's going to be great, I love Arctic Monkeys! And I love concerts! Other concerts I've been to includes Backstreet Boys (I was twelve...), White Stripes, Franz Ferdinan, the Raconteuers and the norwegian band Hopalong Knut. Concerts are great!!!

I had invited a couple of friends over for a barberque last night, but of course the rain was pouring down. But we just cooked the food inside and had a great time! I love BBQ! The rain just keeps coming down though, so not much of summerweather here, but that just means that I don't have to feel bad about sitting inside on the computer...

I love you all guys! Hugs from Mia

New Story: Thaw

2007-06-01T09:43:27Z

Finally I finished my second Angel/Rogue story: Thaw. It is a one-shot filled with fluff and Bobby-bashing. Rogue and Bobby's relationship isn't going to well after the cure wore off and Rogue's powers came back. Rogue seeks comfort in Angel, and together they discovers something that will change their life. Hope you aren't a fan of Bobby, because I don't treat him nicely. T-rated for language. Otherswise, read and enjoy. As allways, read this and the rest of my X Men fics on http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1251827/ Please review, reviews is my drugs!

To all of you Angel Rogue fans from Mia

Title: Thaw

Author: Mia aka Miasen

Rating: T

Pairing: Angel/Rogue

Disclaimer: I own a lot of things, but sadly the X Men aren’t among them. I only borrow them from Marvel.

Spoilers: Some for the movies, but are there really anyone out there that haven’t seen them by now?

Thaw

Rogue ran trough the hallways of the mansion, heading for her room. She felt like screaming her lungs out, or hit something. On closer consideration she changed her mind, she didn’t want to hit something, she wanted to hit someone. Bobby Drake to be more precise. As she reached the door to the room she shared with Kitty she pulled it open and moved to step inside. She stooped abruptly in the doorway as she took in the sight before her. Kitty Pryde and Pjotr Rasputin seemed quite busy with each others, sitting on Kitty’s bed glued together at the lips. They didn’t even seem to notice Rogue coming into the room. Rogue backed out the door and silently closed it behind her. She stood in the doorway looking at the door, stunned. She had thought there was something between the two, but she had just thought they were friends. She shook her head to clear her mind and a smile came to her lips. She was happy for them. Colossus always seemed so silent, and could need someone like Kitty in his life.

She decided to let the couple have the room for the time being. She turned and walked down the corridor at a slow pace. Most of her anger had dissipated in the shock of walking in on Kitty and Pjotr, but she would not want to be Bobby if she met him right now, and she decided to stay away from anywhere he might be at the time to stay out of trouble. That ruled out the kitchen and the TV-room, and in the lack of having anywhere else to be Rogue walked to the front doors and out in the garden surrounding the mansion. The sun was vanishing behind the forest and it was rapidly darkening. The air was the crisp air only autumn had and Rogue took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wasn’t cold, every inch of her body was covered in clothes; long black gloves, dark jeans, green long-sleeved sweater and scarf.

She had enjoyed the months of being able to go without all those clothes, not worrying about people coming in contact with her bare skin. The cure had been a blessing in that way, but she had missed being a mutant, and it wasn’t that hard to go back to covering herself up when her powers started to reappear a month ago. It felt nice being herself again, she had always had the feeling that something was missing in the couple of months she was just an ordinary Homo sapiens.

The one who took her returning powers the hardest was Bobby. He had loved being able to touch her, and had problems going back to the way it had been earlier. Because of this they fought all the time, but this fight tonight had been the worst yet. He had yelled at her, and she had yelled back, but when he actually said that he wished she could just take another shot of the cure she had run away. Their relationship had been a rollercoaster, with the time when she was cured as the top, and the time lately as the absolute bottom. She couldn’t stand it anymore, and decided that she had had it. Before she changed her mind she grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and dialled Bobby’s number. She waited patiently and counted the beeps. On the fourth one Bobby answered.

“Hello? Rogue? Where are y…” Before he had the time to finish the sentence she cut him off.

“It’s over Bobby, have a nice life.” Her voice was surprisingly steady and she quickly hung up before he had the time to say anything else. She slipped her cell back in her pocket and walked over to take a seat at the edge of the fountain. She had feared it was going to be hard breaking up with him, and that she would regret it, but now she felt nothing but relief. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.

Angel flapped his wings lazily, just enough to keep him elevated in midair. He loved to watch the sunset from hundreds of feet up in the air. It was the perfect place to think and be alone for a while. He had loved coming to the mansion, to be at a place filled with people and life, but as he had grown up in the solitude of his own home it could be a bit overwhelming at times, so he savoured these moments of peace.

As the last of the sun vanished behind the horizon he folded his wings to his body and dropped towards the ground beneath. Halfway down he opened his wings and felt the familiar tug from the wind getting hold of them and lifting him towards the sky once more. He descended the rest of the way in slow circles, taking his time. When he came close enough to the ground to see the mansion and the garden he slowed his circles and once more lazily flapped his wings. Now he descended slowly, like he was lowered in a wire. His back was starting to ache a little at the strain, but he kept on. He had to train his abilities. He had never flown much before he came to the mansion so he had a lot of training to do to tap into the potential he hopefully had.

As he closed in on the mansion he saw the shadow of someone sitting at the fountain and steered himself there. When he saw that it was Rogue sitting there, eyes closed and face directed to the sky, the corners of his mouth twitched into a sly smile. He landed as silently as he could and walked over to her, carefully not to make a sound. As he was standing right besides her he extended one arm and placed it on her shoulder.

He saw her eyes open wide in surprise, and her arms lifted to protect her from any harm that could be. Sadly for her it had been her grip on the edges of the fountain that held her upright, so now she lost her balance. It seemed like she fell in slow motion, but Angel didn’t have the time to reached out and grab her, so he could only watch as she tumbled backwards into the fountain.

Rogue had been caught totally off guard, lost in her own thoughts, when she felt a grip on her shoulder. She instinctly lifted her arms to protect herself as she was opening her eyes. All she had the time to see before she fell backwards into the fountain was the shocked look of Angel. Then cold water engulfed her body and she splashed with her arms to get her face above the water. She soon found herself sitting on her ass in the middle of the ice-cold water of the fountain. Her hair hung in her eyes, and she was soaked. She coughed to get the not-so-clean water out of her insides. She slowly lifted her head and looked at Angel with an unreadable expression. He on the other hand seemed caught somewhere between surprise, amusement and horror.

Rogue lifted one hand to get the wet hair out of her eyes, but Angel misread the action and extended one arm to help her out of the fountain. She stopped mid-action and looked at the hand he held out for her, but soon grabbed it. She contemplated whether she should pull him out into the water as well as payback, but decided against it, and let him drag her out of the water to dry grounds.

She stepped away from him so she could shake some water out of her hair, but it didn’t do much good. She turned and looked on Angel, head slightly tilted still with an unreadable expression on her face. Angel was biting his lip and obviously trying to figure out something to say. He lifted one hand and brushed trough his hair several time. When he dropped it his blonde hair was ruffled and he had the weirdest look on his face. Rogue couldn’t help but to laugh. She liked Angel, and it was obvious that he hadn’t intended on her actually falling into the fountain. Or at least she didn’t think so. Angel smiled when he noticed that she was laughing and finally his vocal cords seemed to cooperate with his brain.

“I’m so sorry Rogue, I didn’t mean to frighten you. Or, I didn’t mean to make you fall in the fountain at least.” Rogue shrugged her shoulder in response.

“Nah, no problem. I was planning on taking a bath today anyway so…” Angel looked at her where she stood. She had leaves in her hair and was shivering with cold.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think the water is quite sanitary. Sorry to disappoint you, but there is a chance you have to take another bath. Actually, you should do it right away to get some heat back in your body, you’re shivering!”

“I’d like to, but I don’t know if I want to go into my room right now.” Angel looked at her with a quizzical look and Rogue explained about Kitty and Pjotr occupying the room for some extracurricular activities. Angel laughed and said that she could use his shower. He had a room by himself, so it wasn’t going to be anyone else there. Rogue hesitantly agreed after some persuasion. He had quickly dismissed of any of her excuses of not having clothes or not wanting to bother him.

“You can borrow some clothes from me and it’s nice with some company.” Rogue nodded and started to walk towards the mansion. Angel watched as she turned her back to him. His gaze quickly dropped to her behind, and he sighed and cursed Bobby from having taken her before he himself had been here to do the same. He hurried after her, and grabbed her around the waist, kicking off the ground. She shrieked in surprise, but quieted as soon as she understood that it was him.

“We’re taking the express route. Welcome to Air Angel, I’ll be your captain for the evening.” It was all he had time to say before they landed on the small balcony outside his room. Rogue giggled a little and Angel smiled. ‘I made her giggle like that’ he thought with childish pride. He stepped over to the doors and held them open in a gentlemanly manner. Rogue smiled and stepped inside the room. Angel followed and stepped right over to the chest of drawers in one corner of the room, rummaging trough it for some clothes for Rogue. He found a pair of black sweatpants with a drawstring. She could tie it tight enough so it wouldn’t fall of her. Almost all of his shirts had holes in the back, but he found a white one that was whole. It was from the time he still wore the harness. He decided that it would be fine and turned to hand her the bundle of clothes. Rogue had stood in the middle of the room checking it out. It was similar to the rest of the rooms in the mansion with a few exceptions. A large double bed took up one corner of the room, and above it hung what Rogue could only assume was an expensive piece of art. At the foot of the bed a large flat screen TV stood. One wall was dominated by a bookshelf filled with books and DVDs. When Angel handed her the clothes she drew her gaze away from the room and towards him.

“Towels are on the shelf in the bathroom and you can take whatever you want of soaps and shampoos and such.” Rogue nodded and took the bundle of clothes from him before she walked inside the bathroom. The bathroom was almost identical of hers. She put the dry clothes on the toilet lid and stripped out of her wet ones. She kicked them into a pile on the floor and stepped into the shower. Under the warm jet of water she finally felt the warmth come back into her body. She stuck her head under the water and tried to pluck away most of the leaves. When she was satisfied she rummaged trough the bottles on the floor in search of a shampoo. She was surprised that he had as many products as he did, as he was a guy, but she reckoned it was like that for the rich ones or something. Bobby had only one bottle of soap he used for pretty much everything except to brush his teeth with. At the thought of Bobby she felt anger build up inside her once again.

“Bobby can just screw himself and stuff his stupid soap up his ass for all I care,” she whispered to herself and finished the shower.

The towel was big and soft, and Rogue stood for a few seconds with it wrapped around her naked body, enjoying the touch of the soft cotton against her skin. Then she dried off and pulled on the clothes Angel had given her. The pants were too big for her, but she tied the string and hoped they wouldn’t fall off. Then she pulled on the white shirt and rolled up the too long sleeves. She heard Angel’s voice trough the door asking if she was okay and called out a yes. She had used an awful lot of time in the shower and knew it all too well. She started to button up the shirt as she walked over to the door. She left the topmost buttons open, showing of just enough skin without creating any possible danger elements. There was no chance Angel would accidentally touch the skin there.

As soon as the bathroom door closed behind Rogue Angel jumped onto the bed and switched on the TV. There wasn’t much to see, but he ended up putting on some game show and lay back on bed, hands beneath his head. He stared up at the ceiling and his mind started to travel to places it really shouldn’t. He kept visualizing Rogue in the shower just a room away. He heard the sounds of water, and imagined it flowing over her naked body. He shook his head. He really shouldn’t think of Bobby’s girlfriend like that, but it was hard not to. He had seen her beauty at first sight, but had learned how amazingly she was over the last months since coming here. She treated him like a friend and had been one of those that really made him feel welcome here. She had never commented on his wings. Neither about them being ugly like his father and so many humans, or calling them cute like some of the younger mutant girls. He didn’t really feel very comfortable when he saw them talking in circles while looking at him, or giggling when he walked past them. When he had told Rogue of this one day she had burst out into laughter and said that it seemed like he had quite the group of admirers. Angel wasn’t all that amused. He would really preferred it if it was Rogue who admired him, but of course she was taken. It didn’t seem like she and Bobby had the best of relationships, at least not lately, but it still wasn’t in his place to think those thoughts of her. He slapped himself on the forehead to get his mind to concentrate on something else. He realized that the shower didn’t run anymore and called to see if Rogue had everything she needed and was doing fine. She called out a yes and he rose to sit with his back against the headboard, wings folded splayed to the sides. He heard the door creak open and turned to look.

“Well, at least somebody looks good in my clothes,” he said and sincerely meant it. She was swimming in his pants and shirt, but still looked stunning. She smiled shyly and walked over to him.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, I think you look pretty good in them as well.” Her smile was a bit difficult to interpret. Angel’s first thought was that it was a bit… flirtatious? He shook away the thought, certain that he must’ve read her all wrong. The smile soon faded away anyway, replaced by a worried expression.

“By the way, do you have any gloves? Mine are wet.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but I don’t think so. But I could probably find some if I ask Storm or something.”

“Oh, no! Don’t mind, I’ll just have to keep away from groping you for now.” The same grin flashed over her face, and this time Angel was certain it was a flirtatious and perhaps even a naughty one. He didn’t know how to react, so he decided to leave the matter and steer the conversation over on something else before he misread the situation completely.

He pointed towards the shelves on the wall.

“Want to watch a movie? I’ve got plenty to choose from.” Rogue didn’t answer, but walked over and started looking for something to watch. She ended up on some comedy she hadn’t seen before, and when he told her that he hadn’t either she put it in the DVD player. Angel patted the bed next to him, motioning for her to take a seat. She settled down, but seemed a little uncertain. She sat bolt upright in the middle of the bed with her legs swung over the edge. He looked at her and decided that it couldn’t be a very comfortable position.

“Uhm, Rogue? You can probably make yourself more comfortable if you’d like to. Mi casa es su casa or something like that.”

“But, I don’t want to hurt you, and you’re wings are pretty much all over the place. Not that I’m complaining though, they are nice to look at, but I don’t want to accidentally touch them.” Angel looked and saw that his wings did seem to take up most of the upper part of the bed. It was his usual position, as it wasn’t all that comfortable having them tucked under his body.

“Just throw a sheet over them or something and use them for a mattress” Rogue smiled at his comment, but decided against it. Instead she rolled down the sleeves of the shirt, carefully covering up her skin and settled back against the pillows. Angel loved the feel of her warm body on top of his wings. To keep any indecent thoughts from coming he turned on the movie.

It didn’t take long for Rogue and Angel to see that the movie was truly horrible, and they ended up talking together while the movie played on without their attention. They talked of things like movies, books, school and their futures. Both of them seemed intent on finishing school and then devote their time to the X Men. Angel was finishing some classes at college level, and Rogue was just starting them. The Institute had connections with the closest college that made it possible for the X Men to take higher education while being at the school. Both Rogue and Angel were probably going to teach classes here at the Institute when they were finished.

Suddenly Rogue asked a question that caught Angel off guard. He wasn’t sure where she took it from, but all of a sudden she asked if he had a girlfriend. Angel stuttered, not sure how to respond.

“I, well, I, you see…” Rogue seemed to be on the brink of starting to laugh, and he tried to figure out a response, but his mind wouldn’t work properly.

“Well, no actually,” he answered sincerely in the end. “I haven’t really ever had a, ehm, girlfriend.” He felt a blush coming forth in his cheeks. It was true that he hadn’t ever had a girlfriend. It was difficult meeting anybody when you were locked up in a skyscraper like a male version of Rapunzel most of your adolescent life. And besides, he hadn’t taken the chance to let himself fall in love with anyone before. He had always been terrified of what they might think when they saw the true him. He had always pictured them running away in hysterical fear, and didn’t want to set himself or that unlucky girl in that situation. So he stayed by himself. Here at the mansion he had finally been accepted for whom he was, but he hadn’t met anybody that made him get that tingly feeling inside. Well at least no one besides Rogue. He suddenly got the urge to slap himself again. He really shouldn’t let his mind wander down that path.

“But maybe I’ll find somebody one day, like you did with Bobby,” he said both as an answer, and as a reminder to himself that Rogue already had a somebody in her life. Her comeback surprised him though.

“Do me the favour and don’t find yourself someone like Bobby. You don’t want assholes like that in your life.” His eyes widened and he looked at her to catch her gaze, but she stared blankly at the TV screen. He tried to sound casual in his reply.

“You and Bobby not doing well?” She drew her gaze from the screen and looked at Angel.

“I dumped the bastard earlier today. So no, we’re not doing all that well. Or actually,” she frowned her brow, “I’m doing great! Bobby I don’t really know about.” Angel didn’t know what to say so he just kept his mouth closed. Rogue’s gaze drifted back to the screen. He wanted to jump in the bed, cheering and screaming his lounges out from joy. She had finally dumped the creep! Angel had never really liked the icy mutant. He had no respect for guys who cheated on their girlfriends and used their groins to think with.

They spent the next twenty minutes absentmindedly watching the movie.

Rogue tried to keep a calm appearance, but her insides were spinning. Angel had seemed all weird when she told him of her break-up with Bobby, and didn’t know how to interpret it. She thought she had seen a smile flash over his face, but wasn’t certain. She wasn’t paying any attention to the movie; she was too preoccupied with her thoughts.

Her fingers were playing with the white locks that framed her face, a habit she had gotten lately. When she caught herself doing so she stopped herself and dropped the hand back to the sheets. She was deciding that she needed to say something when she realized that it wasn’t cotton her hand was resting against, it was skin, and it certainly wasn’t her own. She pulled the hand to herself and jumped out of bed. She looked at Angel in fear of what she would see. She imagined him writhing in pains and was surprised when she saw that he was lying still watching her with a worried look on his face.

“What’s wrong? Why did you jump like that?” His voice seemed normal, and not at least like he was suffering from any excruciating pains.

“But, I touched your arm didn’t I?” She looked at his arm, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“Yeah, sure you did, but what would that make you jump like that? Am I really that repul…” His voice faded as realization hit him.

“You aren’t wearing any gloves.” His eyes widened as he looked at her bare hands. Rogue just shook her head.

“But you touched me. And I am fine. Shouldn’t I be like dying or something right about now?” Rogue just nodded. Angel scrambled to his feet and walked over to Rogue. He lifted one arm and placed it on her shirt clad arm to sooth her. She looked utterly terrified.

“Don’t look so terrified, I’m fine. I didn’t even notice that you touched me.” Rogue lifted her gaze and met his. She didn’t understand what was going on. It was as if her powers were gone, but they couldn’t be. She had gone trough thorough tests when they first started to come back after she had taken the cure, and there was no hint that anything was different than it had been before the cure. It had taken a couple of weeks from the first hint of her powers till they were back as they had been for several years before. And she had dealt with that, but this was freaking her out. Something had to be wrong.

They both stood in silence for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Maybe you took your hand away before it had the time to start up?” Rogue shook her head.

“No, it pretty much starts instantly. There has to be some kind of explanation. You didn’t feel anything? Not even a tickle?”

“Nothing but your hand on my arm” Rogue stared at her own hand in misbelief then she slowly lifted it towards his arm. She looked to him for approval and he nodded. She put her hand carefully on his bare skin, prepared to pull it away if anything happened.

Rogue held her hand on Angels for a full minute before she removed it. Neither had noticed anything different, no indication of Rogue’s powers at all. Rogue didn’t know what to think. She loved the feeling of skin against skin, but she didn’t know what this meant. Was her powers gone again, or was it just that they didn’t work on Angel? She brightened at that idea. Could it be that her powers didn’t work on him for some reason? She desperately hoped that was the case.

“Angel, what exactly are your mutant powers? Is it just the wings?” Angel looked a little puzzled at the question, but answered her.

“No, although they are the main part. I don’t really know all, but my dad’s scientists took a bunch of tests. As well as the wings my entire body is built for flight. My respiratory system and my eyes. My bones are hollow and I don’t really have any body fat.” Rogue smiled a little at that last remark. She knew that very well. She had seen him shirtless enough times.

“And there is one more thing. I don’t really know how it works but it’s kind of an accelerated healing or something like that. The time I cut of my wings they grew back over night, and other injuries heal quickly as well. Not in the same way as Wolverine but…” He stopped as he saw Rogue’s eyes widen.

“Do you think it could be because of that? That I can’t hurt you?” Her voice had a hopeful undertone.

“I’m guessing there is only one way to find out.” He took her hand in his and their fingers entwined. Rogue looked down to where their skin was connected. She didn’t feel the sensation she had done before when touching someone. This was like it had been those couple of months as a normal human; this was just skin against skin. Rogue lifted her eyes towards Angel’s, and he saw them sparkle with joy. He unconsciously leant closer to her, and when she leaned closer to him as well he dropped her hand and lifted both hands to her face, cupping her cheeks in his palms, and then he kissed her. Just a small kiss on the lips before he pulled away to look at her. Her eyes had drifted close and she was leaning into his touch. He leaned closer to her once again, and their lips met, but his time she didn’t let him pull away. Her hands snuck their way around his neck to hold him close.

Angel felt his pulse beating harder as he felt Rogue’s hands play with his neck. He couldn’t quite believe that this was happening, and was dreading that it was a dream, but if it was he had every intention of enjoying it. His tongue made its way from his mouth to her lips. He slowly licked her bottom lip before her lips parted and her own came out to meet his. Her mouth was warm and sweet and perfect. He slowly let his hand drop from her cheeks to her waist. He encircled it and let his hands rest in the small of her back. He loved the feeling of her tight against his body, loved the feeling of her mouth and her hands.

A sudden knock on the door made them jump apart. They looked at each other, both unsure of what to do. When the knock sounded once again, more insisting, Angel walked towards it while Rogue sat down on bed her cheeks still flushed from excitement. Angel pulled the door open a bit brusquer than he intended and the person standing outside jumped back in surprise. Angel was surprised to see Bobby standing there and he barked more than spoke as he asked why he was there. Bobby stuttered a bit, but soon gathered himself enough to ask Angel if he had seen Rogue. Angel was a bit taken back by the question, did Bobby know Rogue was here? Before he had time to say anything Bobby continued.

“I’ve looked all over the place for her, and I can’t seem to find her anywhere. I thought you perhaps knew where she was.” Angel let the breath he had unconsciously held slip trough his lips. Bobby didn’t know she was here, he as only asking around. Angel wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t want the other mutant know that Rogue was in his room, he just did. His gaze drifted from Bobby to Rogue that sat on the edge of his bed, cheeks flushed and her damp hair falling before her face. Realization instantly struck him. He didn’t want Bobby to know, because that might mean that he wanted Rogue back, and Angle definitively didn’t want to give her up now that he had just gotten her. Her expression encouraged him. She was pointing towards herself, then waving her hands in a refusing manner and then pointing at the floor. It was very obvious she wasn’t interested in talking to Bobby right now, and didn't want him to know she was here. Angel quickly drew his gaze back to Bobby so he wouldn’t get suspicious.

“Sorry, haven’t seen her. But I’ll tell her that you are looking for her if I meet her.” Bobby looked at Angel with a frown, but nodded and walked away. Angel closed the door and walked towards Rogue. She had fallen back on bed so she lay on her back with her feet still planted on the floor. Her arms were flung over her face to hide it. Angel dropped down next to her, and Rogue looked out from behind her arms.

“Bobby is looking for you,” Angel said while trying to keep serious.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not ready to deal with him right now.” Rogue rose to sit next to him.

“He’s just so, so… Oh I don’t know, I’m just happy that’s over.” She smiled a bit weary at him. Angel lifted one arm and put it around her shoulder so he could pull her closer.

“So am I. I’ve been hoping you would ditch him ever since I came here.” Rogue turned to face him.

“Seriously? But why?” Angel lifted the other arm and used it to tuck a stray lock of white hair behind her ear.

“Because I wanted you,” he stated while holding her gaze. Rogue seemed a bit surprised and looked like she was about to say something, but Angel stopped her with a kiss.

“I’ve wanted to be with you ever since I first saw you.” He took the hand not around her shoulder and rested it on her thigh, making small circles on the fabric there with his thumb.

She snuck one arm around his waist and the other round his neck so she could pull him closer. The kiss grew in intensity by the second. His tongue slipped out and in between her open lips to meet her tongue. While they kissed Rogue slowly fell down on her back while Angel followed. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to look at her.

“Are you okay? This really what you want?” Rouge looked up at him and smiled.

“What do you think? Do I seem very negative to it?” When Angel hesitated to answer him she pushed him over so he landed on his back before she moved to straddle him. When Angel still didn’t answer she leaned in and kissed him. There was no doubt in her mind over if she wanted this or not. While kissing him she realized that she probably had wanted this ever since Angel first came to the mansion. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She had never felt the way she did now while kissing Bobby. There were butterflies in her stomach and her pulse was rising. She wanted nothing but to keep on kissing Angel forever and ever.

Angel felt a weight drop from his shoulders when Rogue leaned in and kissed him. He had been slightly worried she only did this to get back at Bobby or something like that and had only hoped that she did it because it was what she wanted. But he wasn’t worrying anymore, all his insecurity quickly dissolved and got replaced by something very different. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer so she rested atop of him. He rolled them over so he was on the top again. He broke the kiss to plant a trail of small kisses from her lips to her neck. Just as he was making his way back another knock on the door disrupted them. He swore under his breath as he pulled away and she sighed and her arms dropped over her face again as he left her on the bed to answer the door. The knocking was persistent and they could both hear Bobby calling from outside. Angel pulled the door open and scowled at Bobby.

“What?” His voice was calm, but with a threatening undertone.

“I know she’s here, let me see her!” Bobby was trying to push past Angel into the room, but Angel placed one hand on the other mutant’s chest and held him back. He threw a gaze back into the room to Rogue. She was sitting upright on his bed and looked at Angel with a horrified look on her face.

“Come on Warren, let me see her for fucks sake!” Bobby was pushing harder to get past, but Angel had no problem holding him back.

Rogue took a deep breath.

“It’s fine Angel, just let him in.” She rose and walked to the middle of the room as Angel dropped the hand on Bobby’s chest and stepped into the room to let him in. Bobby threw an ugly look at him as he walked past him over to Rogue. Angel turned to watch them while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Rogue was sick and tired of Bobby and wanted him to leave, but decided that he wouldn’t leave her alone until they spoke. She did like Angel and crossed her arms before her and looked at Bobby with a sour look. When Bobby tried to put a hand on her arm she pulled away and he sighed audible and dropped his gaze to the floor.

“Rogue. What is wrong?” He lifted his gaze towards her and his voice had a very unattractive tone of pleading to it. Rogue shook her head.

“Oh my God Bobby, you are so stupid. You treated me like shit for so long, and were only nice when I didn’t have my powers, so I ditched you. You had it coming shithead.” Bobby was baffled. Angel on the other hand had a hard time keeping from bursting out into laughter. Rogue really wasn’t sugar-coating anything, and he liked her even more for it.

“But, but Rogue… Didn’t we have a great time after you got the cure? You know I’m really sorry about that thing with Kitty.” Rogue looked at him and felt nothing but disgust.

“For gods sake Bobby, you have two heads, try thinking with the one stuck to your neck for a change. You only wanted me when you could touch me. You superficial bastard.” Angel didn’t manage to control himself anymore and a small laughter issued from his lips. Bobby threw him an angry gaze and Angel tried to compose himself again, casting a hateful look back.

“What are you doing here anyway? Why are you hanging out with flyboy over there? He got something I don’t?” Rogue felt her insides boil with growing hate.

“Yes he does,” she hissed from behind clenched teeth, “he is nice to me and treats me properly. He actually uses the head on his shoulders.” Bobby let his gaze travel up and down her body, taking in her ruffled hair and still slightly flushed cheek.

“It sure doesn’t look like it. Looks like the two of you have been busy here alone. Doesn’t look like he is only after a new friend. Aren’t you afraid to hurt him though? Gotta be painful to have wings sprout from your back.” Rogue was about to tell her that she couldn’t hurt him when a thought hit her. What if Angel only wanted to be with her because he could touch her? There was no guarantee that he was after anything else, he could be thinking with his groin just as much as Bobby ever did. She was suddenly overwhelmed by uncertainty.

“He wouldn’t, he’s, he’s…” Her voice faded away.

As Angel saw Rogue clam up he silently took a few steps towards her until he was standing right behind her. Bobby was looking angrier than ever.

“You know what will happen if you touch her right? Believe me, it’s not a nice feeling.” Angel decided that he couldn’t stand here hearing the other mutant talking shit for the rest of the night so he slid closer to Rogue, nuzzling up close to her back. His left arm slid over her left shoulder along the shirt collar to rest flatly against the bare skin in her cleavage. He made it very obvious for Bobby that he was touching her skin as he stared intently on the ice mutant over Rogue’s other shoulder. Bobby seemed absolutely stunned and was mindlessly babbling to himself. Angel leaned close to Rogue’s ear and whispered so only she could hear it.

“I love you Rogue. I did from the moment I first met you. Yes, I like the fact that I can touch you, but it is you I love, and I would love you no matter what.” Rogue heard the sincerity of his voice and knew he meant it. She turned her head and kissed him. In front of them Bobby had gone from babbling to just plain silence. His mouth was open in shock as he saw Rogue and Angel kiss. Angel didn’t seem affected by her powers at all. Suddenly anger flared up inside him and he couldn’t control himself and sent a jet of ice towards Angel hitting him on the arm draped around Rogue’s shoulder.

Angel jumped back in surprise as the ice hit his arm. It was intensely cold. He looked down at the spot where the ice had hit him and saw his arm covered in frost. He quickly scrubbed it away against the front of his t-shirt and turned back to Bobby.

“What the fuck Bobby?!” Bobby looked at him with what looked like pure hatred.

“Stay away from my girl Warren!” he screamed almost hysterical. Angel took a step closer to him.

“She’s not your girl anymore Bobby. You treated her terribly and got what you deserved you little piece of shit.” He took another step closer to him.

“I really think you should leave now Bobby. Neither of us wants you here.” Bobby stared at him with disbelief for a second before he raised his palm and shoot another jet of ice towards Angel. This time it hit him right in the chest. Angel doubled slightly over, but gathered himself quickly. He took another step closer to Bobby. His wings were folding out as he did, creating a more menacing appearance.

“Leave Bobby.” His voice was as cool as Bobby’s ice. This time Bobby raised both palms and shot a continuous jet of ice against Angel.

Rogue had stood in silence watching the two mutants, but now she couldn’t handle it anymore. She quickly stepped over to Bobby who was busy with Angel and kicked him as hard as she could in his shin. His ice instantly cut of and he shrieked in pain. Angel used the opportunity and shoved Bobby towards the door and out. As soon as the door closed he dropped down on the floor clutching his chest. He was shaking violently, freezing. He might be more tolerant against cold than the normal human, but Bobby’s ice had taken its toll.

Rogue rushed over to him and hunched down next to him.

“Are you okay?” She seemed worried. Angle nodded.

“I’ll be fine soon.” Rogue wasn’t convinced as his teeth were chattering as he spoke and his lips had a slight blue colour.

“Come on, let’s get you to the shower. It’ll heat you straight up.” She hooked one arm around his waist and helped him to his feet. They started to walk towards the bathroom when Angel muttered something to her. She stopped and looked at him, worry obvious on her face. A smile played on his bluish lips as he spoke.

“I’ll only take a shower if you join me.”

Rogue’s eyes widened slightly with surprise, but a sly smile soon played on her mouth.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way Angel.”

Fanfiction

2007-05-29T11:47:31Z

Instead of studying for my exam in British litterature I wrote a list over all of my fanfictoin; Stories I've finished, stories I'm working on and ideas. I figured I might post it here and see if someone had some comments to wether or not the plots are good enough to continue. My exam starts in an hour, so cross your fingers that I'll get an passing grade!

Otherwise I've posted the eight chapter of Struck by Lightning earlier today, and would love some reviews!

Finished stories:

“A Friendly Game of Poker?”: A one-shot I wrote about Angel and Rouge. There is a power outage at the mansion and Rouge and Angel are locked up in a room together. To pass the time they play a game of poker, but the stakes are heightening.

“A Shadow Against the Pale Moon”: The shortest fic I’ve ever wrote. It is an AU version of the scene in the laboratory. Angel can’t handle his life in hiding from the world and decides that it is enough. My attempt on a more poetic fic.

“Staying on the Ground”: A little fluffy fic about Angel and Kitty Pryde. Kitty is feeling upset since she was in love with Bobby, but he only has eyes for the now cured Rouge. But then a certain Angel catches her eye.

Posted, unfinished:

“Struck by Lightning”: OC Ana Manning is kicked out from her home when her mutant powers come forth. She makes her way to Xavier’s Institute where she is finally accepted. Her electric powers grows and she gets close to Angel. All would be fine had it not been for a rising mutant rebellion. There seems that the cure wasn’t as permanent as first believed as several mutants regain their powers. The question is if Magneto is among those who regained their full powers, could he be behind the rebellious group? Dark times are in the brewing. I’m working on the ninth chapter at the time.

“Demonchild”: Erika doesn’t handle her newly developed mutant powers and Angel does his best to help, but there are forces working against him.

Stories I’m working on (Temporary titles):

“Healing Powers”: Rouge and Bobby aren’t doing to well as her powers comes back. She seeks comfort in Angel and discovers something that will change her life.

“Angels and Monkeys”: Kyra is a fun loving girl who loves the fact that she is a mutant. An energy spark that’s always happy and up for some fun. She might be just the thing Angel needs to brighten his days.

“Black Angel”: Slightly crossover with Spiderman 3. Things aren’t going to well with Angel. His father has completely cut him off and he hasn’t really got anyone at the mansion either. He messes up in classes and training sessions. He flees from the mansion to the forest to get some time away. As he falls asleep there something crawls trough the shadows and cocoons his body. He wakes to find himself changed. He feels stronger, faster, angrier…

“A Broken Angel”: An accident sends Angel to the hospital. He suddenly finds himself crippled, his wings amputated. But there is still a powerful enemy that must be defeated.

“A Bite That Will Last a Lifetime”: Inspired by the Argeneau series by Lynsay Sands. Daniel Lavenport is the illegitimate child of Jean Claude Argeneau. He is embraced by Marguerite and the rest of the clan. He takes their name and a job in their company. Marie Christine Robson stumbles upon something she shouldn’t and finds herself being chased by suitclad men. She is saved by Daniel who hides her from those that are after her. While the Argeneaus works to figure out what the suitclad men are doing Daniel and Marie finds themselves attracted to each other. But what will she think when he tells her that he is a vampire born well over a century ago?

Ideas, Plotbunnies…

“Spuffy 1”: Spike changed his mind halfway to Sunnydale and went to England instead. He never met the Scoobies, never met Buffy, never got his soul back. It was ultimately Angel’s sacrifice that saved the world, and Buffy travels to London to train the new slayers. Their meeting is inevitable, but how will it go? Is Spike truly Big Bad, or is it in Buffy’s power to change him?

“Spuffy 2”: In an alternative universe where Buffy never became the Slayer, but lived an ordinary teenage life in LA she suddenly finds herself abducted by a man and taken to an abandoned warehouse. Her worst nightmares come trough when she discovers what he is, and the platinum vamp has no intention to treat her nicely.

“Rouge/Colossus”: AU. Rouge left her home, but never hitched a ride with Logan. She ended up in an abandoned house in New York with other mutants on the run. One day years later a quiet Russian named Pjotr walks in and Rouge discovers that her deadly powers are neutralized by his armour. For the first time in years she is able to touch another human being, something she is intent to take advantage of.

"School Trouble": Rouge has problem with getting a passing grade in history, and Storm suggests a tutor to help her. The only one that can help her is the lonewolf Angel. Can he help her with more than homework? Might this be the oppertunity to get over Bobby?

“Pyro” Pyro comes to Magneto’s hideout after the incidents in X2, but isn’t able to concentrate as he can’t seem to get over a certain icy mutant.

“Friends/Star Wars crossover”: A totally lunatic idea a friend and I came up with. Jar Jar Binks and Joey Tribbiani switches places, something that causes quite a lot of trouble. How will Jar Jar take the New York setting he finds himself in, and will Joey manage life in space?

miasen @ 2007-05-22T16:13:00

2007-05-22T14:27:11Z

So, I'm supposed to read for my exam ight now, but it's just too boring. So instead I just posted the seventh chapter of Struck by Lightning! It's so much more fun writing fiction! I'm thinking of getting to write another Rouge/Angel fic as well as writing more on the to in-progree stories I have (Struch by Lightning and Demonchild), as I love that pairing! I'm also thinking of gettin to write in a different fandom, but it's just so difficult not writing X-men as that's all I've written so far. And I really want to write some more on my "book" as well. The nice thing there is that I can do whatever I want with the characters as they are all mine! Muhahahah.... (totally evil laughter there...) Fandoms I might write sooner or later is Buffy, Underworld, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Carribbean, and many many more! I'm just waiting for that one good idea...
I was looking over the stories I've already posted on fanfiction and decided that I don't really like Staying on the Ground all that much. Nothing exciting really happened, and it's obvious I wrote and published it during a late night. I haven't really gotten any revies on that as well, so I'm guessing people didnt like it either. I'll just have to do better next time. I haven't really gotten any revies on Demonchild either. I don't really know what I think of that story myself, so I'l just cross my fingers and hope someone will stumble upon it and bother posting a review. Reviews are my drugs!
I really should get back to studying right now, but there are so much I'd rather do. Like checking out Facebook (totally addicting!) or reading some stories on fanfiction. There are so many that just begs to be read! (Allthough way to few of them are with Angel...) Or maybe I'll just roam around on the internett and find some fun games or something... We'll just have to wait and see!

So long, and thanks for all the fish!

What's going on

2007-05-13T12:00:25Z

Hi there! I'm visiting my parents this weekend and luckily they have internett in their house unlike me. So, because there isn't much to do around here I thought I should post a little update on what's going on these days.
I went to see the thirs Spiderman movie the other day, and I loved it! But again, I love almost all superhero movies (with the exception of Daredevil and Elektra, 'cause they really sucked...). When I came home I almost instantly started writing on a new fanfic. It's about Angel and Xmen like all of my fanfics, but it's inspired by the movie, and mostly Venom, cause he is one of the coolest badguys ever! I really thought Topher Grace did a great job as Eddie Brook jr./Venom! I will probably name the story something like Black Angel, so keep you're eyes up for it, as I'll post in on fanfiction.net one time or another!

I have a few stories that I work on and have posted a few chapters of two of them there as well. they are called Struck by Lightning and Demonchild. If you read them please tell me if you like them or not, I love reviews!

School is coming to an end soon, and my last exam is on 29th of May. Hopefully I won't fail that one, 'cause I know I'm going to fail the one I have next Wednesday. And it would be great to get atleast one character that isn't an F... My problem is that I can't seem to consentrate on actually studying as there's so much to do that doesnt concern school! Like movies and books and fanfiction!

I think I'm going to try to work some more on this original story I'm writing. Currently I only call it James' story, as I haven't come up with anything better yet. It's a vampirestory that hopefully will evolve into the story of a book. right now it's 35 000 words, and thereby easily the longest story I've ever written, and it's a long way from being finished. I've had major writers block on that particular story, but hopefully with the summervacation coming up I'll get some more work done on it. I don't see myself ever getting anything written that could be sent to a publisher, but it would be cool to say that I had written a book... I got the plot mostly worked out, so I just need to get to the writing.
I read a lot of books, and lately I've read several manga books such as Bleach and Shaman King, and they are great! I also started reading the Argenau-series, written by Lynsay Sands. she writes vampirebooks that are so fun to read! they are like Bridger Jones for we who love vampires and the supernatural! They is so fast to read, so they are perfect for a slow day!
There aren't much going on in my life these days, so I'll just stop writing here. Please read y stories and tell me if you like it or not. Otherwise; read books you like, see movies you like (PotC is coming up soon!) and write all you can!

Love to all of you from Mia aka Miasen(stupidewst penname ever...)

Fanfiction

2007-04-11T09:54:48Z

This was the second piece of fanfic I posted to www.fanfiction.net.

It is about Angel, Rouge and a deck of cards and take place during a blackout at the mansion. be of age before you read this as it definitively is rated NC-17.

The rest of my stories can be found on fanfiction.net as well: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1251827/
please read and tell me what you think.

Hope you like this!

A Friendly Game of Poker?

Author: Miasen

Pairing: Angel/Rogue

Rating: M for sexual content

Disclaimer: I’m a poor student, I own nothing.

Spoilers: Some for X3

Feedback: Oh yes! Pretty please!

A/N: This takes place sometime after X3, although it’s probably AU, as I make everything the way I wishes it to be. Hope you enjoy it, it’s the first fanfic I’ve ever posted, so be overbearing.

A Friendly Game of Poker

The wind was howling outside the school, and when accompanied by the heavy rain hitting every inch of the building it made for the perfect afternoon for not going anywhere. The students at Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters huddled together around the fireplaces to soak up on the warmth. Warren Worthington III was one of the few exceptions. After venturing outside to get away from the noise of the common room he had returned after five minutes soaking wet, and had hurried upstairs to his room to change. He grabbed some clothes and went into his adjoining bathroom to put on some dry clothes and try to get some warmth back into his frozen body. Just as he grabbed a towel and lifted it to his face he heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. He ignored the fact that he hadn’t taken of his wet boxer and pulled on his pants before walking out to see who it was while buttoning up.

Rouge was standing with her back to the bathroom door in Warren’s room and because she was looking at a picture at the wall she didn’t notice Warren until he cleared his throat. She jumped a little, and turned quickly to face him. He was looking at her with those gorgeous blue eyes of his and Rouge couldn’t seem to do anything but to stare at him. Her gaze dropped down, tracing his well-toned upper body all down to the one unbuttoned button in his jeans. She hadn’t seen him without a t-shirt before, so she was a bit taken back at seeing him in nothing but jeans. She did definitively not hate the view. Then she caught herself and quickly dropped her gaze to her feet. They stood in silence for a few seconds before he spoke.

“So, was there something you wanted or?” his voice faded away. Rouge frantically searched her mind for some clever excuse, but it didn’t seem to be working properly. The truth was that she didn’t know why she had gone up here. She had been sitting by the fire like everybody else, reading a book when her eyes met Bobby and Kitty on the other end of the room. When Rouge had come back to the school after taking the cure she and Bobby had been a couple, but for some reason it just didn’t work out, and it didn’t take long till Rouge saw Bobby and Kitty spending more and more time together. Now they were sitting in a couch on the other end of the room, fingers entwined and gazes locked. Rouge had felt a sting to her heart and left the room. She wandered the hallways until she suddenly found herself in front of Warren’s room. She hadn’t even knocked, just walked straight in. And now he was standing there, looking like freakin’ Adonis and she couldn’t seem to get her mind to work. So she just looked at him, slowly lifting her gaze towards his. Suddenly she felt her eyes fill with tears and dropped her gaze once again. She didn’t want him to see her like this. Breakdowns were not very attractive.

Warren looked at Rouge. He hadn’t meant to sound as brusque when he spoke to her, but the words popped out before he had much time to think them over. For some reason he always felt like he made a fool of himself around her. When he saw her eyes fill with tears he was sure it was him who caused it, so he rushed over to her and lifted a hand to dry away the tears that ran down her cheek. When his hand cupped her cheek he saw her stiffen a little before she relaxed her face into his touch. She still wasn’t used to the fact that her touch no longer was deadly. He lifted her head so she faced him, but her eyes evaded his and stared at a point somewhere behind his shoulder.

“Rouge, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like such an asshole.” Rouge’s eyes flickered to his and he noticed a bewildered look in them. She suppressed a sob before she spoke.

“What do you mean sorry? I’m the one who should be sorry, coming in here without asking and then crying like a little baby just because I’m too terrible a person to be happy for Bobby and Kitty.” It took a few seconds before Warren comprehended what she had just said.

“So you’re not crying because I acted like an ass? It wasn’t very polite of me to be so snippy when I got a visitor.” A small smile from Rouge amidst the tears proved that she hadn’t even thought of the question that way. Warren pulled her into a hug and whispered into her ear.

“And besides, you’re not a terrible person at all. Of course it’s hard to see them together like that.” He pulled her away so he could look at her. “And you couldn’t be a terrible person. After all, you are my best friend here, and I don’t befriend terrible people. As a matter of fact I consider myself quite picky when it comes to friends.” The last was said with a funny little smile, and Rouge couldn’t help but to smile back. Warren always seemed to have a way of making her feel good. They had become friends after Warren came to the school, finding that they had much in common. Neither of them were used to being close to people, and they knew how it was to having to keep distance. Rouge because of her former destructive power and Warren because of his wings. He hadn’t let anyone ever come near him in fear of them finding out about his wings. They had met at great turning points in their lives. Her finally being able to get close to people when she gave up her power, and him finally being able to be himself here at the school. Since coming here he hadn’t put on the harness once. His wings were not supposed to be hidden, and now they needn’t be.

Rouge was just about to take off before she started to cry again when a bright light flashed trough the room for a split-second. It was quickly followed by a roaring thunder. Rouge erupted a small scream in sudden terror. In the very next second the room turned black as all the light blacked-out. She walked over to the window to look outside.

“Oh my God” she whispered. The lightning had hit the source of electricity to the mansion, and a small fire burned in the garden. She heard Warren approach from behind. They looked as the rain did what it could to extinguish the fire. Oddly enough none of the other mutants was to be seen. Rouge wondered why no one rushed out to stop the fire. Several of them would have no problem doing so, like Bobby. At this thought she swallowed hard to keep the tears back. She was not going to start once again. She and Warren were like hypnotized as they watched the fire being extinguished by the rain alone. It took several minutes. Rouge decided that she should leave to see if she could figure out why none of the mutants had done anything. She walked over to the door and grabbed the handle, twisting it. It didn’t budge. She pushed a little harder, but the door was not moving an inch. She turned the lock, but it still wouldn’t move. Warren walked over to her and tried to help her, but no matter what they did it was locked and didn’t budge. It finally dawned on Rouge why no one had gone out to stop the fire. When the power had shut off it had shut off the mansion as well. It was on emergency lockdown. That meant that all doors and windows were locked, and together with different power fields it kept mutant from coming in, but also from leaving. That meant that they were closed inside here till someone fixed the power. The only problem was that it had to be done from the outside and right now most of the mutants were locked inside. It seemed like they had to wait for some time, most likely until Logan came home from the bar, and knowing Logan Rouge reckoned it would take a while. She and Warren looked at each other. It was dark, but the moonlight provided enough light for Rouge to see Warren shrug his shoulders.

“So, seems like we’re stuck here.” Warren stated the obvious. Rouge nodded her head slightly and asked if he had a flashlight. Warren walked over to the chest of drawers by the window and rummaged trough the top drawer. He pulled out a couple of candles and some matches. He put the lighted candles on the nightstand and slumped down on the bed. The candles provided a decent enough light for Rouge to see him clearly. His snow-white wings shone with a warm glow in the flickering candlelight. He patted the bedspread next to him, hinting for her to join him on the bed, as there wasn’t really anywhere else to sit in the room except from by the desk. Rouge walked over to him and settled down on the other end of the bed. There was nearer to four feet between them. They sat for several minutes not saying a word to each other. Rouge stared at her hands that lay clenched in her lap. Suddenly Warren leapt to his feet and walked over to the desk. He lifted some of the papers and books that lay there, obviously looking for something. Then she saw him turn and walk back to the bed. At first it didn’t look like he had found what he had been looking for, but once he got settled he threw a small box over to Rouge. She barely caught it. She held it up to the light to see what it was. It proved out to be a box of playing cards. Warren obviously had gotten tired of just sitting there.

“Wanna play?” he asked and looked at her. Rouge nodded in response.

“But I don’t really know many card games though.” She tossed the box over to Warren who opened it and threw away the box. He started to shuffle the cards.

“What about poker?” he smiled at her. “We could use matches for stakes?”

Rouge nodded once more. Poker at least she knew how to play, if not very well. Warren dealt five cards to each of them and handed Rouge a pile of matches. None of them turned out to be very good poker players, so the matches pretty much went back and forth until Rough hit a bad streak and started losing to Warren. By the fourteenth hand she didn’t have many matches left, but now she finally had a great hand. Three kings and two nines. She knew she could beat Warren now, if only she had more matches to bet. She looked at him.

“So, you’ll have to fold now or what? And that would make me the winner” he smiled at her, obviously pleased with himself.

“NO! Come on, give me a chance here. Isn’t there anything else I can put into the pot?” She really didn’t want to give up, not with this hand. Warren smirked at her.

“What do you got then?” Rouge searched her pockets, but they were empty. She frowned her brow as she tried to figure out what she could use. Then it hit her.

“I bet my socks!” Warren’s eyebrows rose.

“Your socks? And why would I need your socks? I got a drawer full of perfectly good socks over there.” He motioned with his thumb to his chest of drawers.

“Oh, come o-on. I wanna play more, and I don’t have anything else!” Warren shook his head and smiled.

“Socks it is then.” Rouge smiled, she knew she was going to win with this hand, she just knew it. She laid them on the table and smiled. Warren looked at her cards, and then his own, then at her. He smiled and slowly put his own cards on the table. Rouge just stared. Ace, king, queen, jack and ten. All spades. Warren’s smile widened as he reached forth his hand palm up.

“One pair of socks please.” Rouge didn’t say anything, she knew she had to give him her socks. She was not one to back away. She pulled them off, curled them up and handed them over. She wriggled her toes. Luckily the room wasn’t very cold. Warren put the socks on the bed next to him and looked at her. Sock less and match less.

“So, I guess I’m the winner then, unless you have some other clothes you want to get rid off?” He was just teasing her, so he was taken by surprise when she grabbed the cards, shuffled them and betted her sweater. But he was definitively not going to back away now, this was just about to get interesting.

It didn’t take long till the matches were forgotten and it had become a full-fledged game of strip poker. Rouge’s bad streak seemed to have no end, and soon she wore nothing but her underwear. Luckily for her Warren hadn’t worn many clothes to begin with, so one loss led to him to wearing just underwear as well. She couldn’t help but to cast small glances at him when he wasn’t looking. He had the most amazing body and Rouge felt her heart beat a little faster when she saw him. She hadn’t really thought of him like anything else then a good friend before, but things were not just friendly anymore, there was something else in the air. A tension she hadn’t felt before. She wanted so badly to let her fingers trail down those gorgeous abs, and slowly peal away those boxers and then…

She jumped when he threw a match at her. She had been totally lost in her own thoughts. She probably looked like an idiot, sitting there staring at him. She hoped he hadn’t noticed that her gaze had lingered a little too long at his boxers. She looked down at her hand and decided that it was good enough to bet on. Unfortunately he once again proved to have a better hand. She looked down at her body. All she wore were a lacy black bra and matching panties. Not much choice there. Warren noticed that she was looking down her body, and quickly caught her attention.

“It’s okay, we can just call it a night and say we ended up even.” Rouge looked at him and he noticed a look in her eyes he hadn’t seen before. It was a daring look. Before he had time to say anything else she reached behind her back and snapped open the bra, letting it drop to the bed. Warren had a brief glimpse of pale skin and rosy nipples before she covered herself up with her left arm. Warren just sat there, mouth half open, positively stunned. She simply smiled at him, and threw her cards over to him.

“You need to deal, I’m a little handicapped here” she nodded towards her left arm. Warren didn’t say anything, just grabbed the cards and dealt them. He couldn’t really concentrate. His mind seemed to only focus on the image of the black bra dropping to the bed and rosy nipples. He felt a jerk in his boxers and had to swallow hard to keep calm. He knew that boxers didn’t work as a very good cover. So he tried to think of something else, and landed up on focusing on an image of a fish he had seen on the TV earlier that day. It was weird, he knew that, but at least it calmed him down a few notches. Fishes were really not sexy.

Because his mind was a little preoccupied he didn’t even really notice that he betted on a pair of sixes. Rouge easily won with her three queens. His mind seemed to jumpstart when he noticed the cards on the bed. Now it was his turn to look down his body, and her to tell him that they could call it a night. Warren closed his eyes for a few seconds, and before he could think anymore he jumped to his feet and pulled off his boxers. He dropped them on the floor and sat back on bed casually, making no effort to cover himself. Rouge was astounded. She had pictured Warren as a shy person, and now he did this. If her eyes had been drawn to his lap before they seemed glued to it now. She had never seen a naked man in real life before. Only when he cleared his throat did she pull away her gaze. She blushed when she looked at him and understood that he had seen very well what she had been gawking at. He leaned back in bed, making no effort to pick up the cards. She decided that if he was going to be casual, so was she. She let her left arm drop and picked up the cards, using both hands to shuffle. She could sense his eyes on her body, but it didn’t feel weird at all. She was a little surprised at herself actually. She was used to cover herself up to insure that no one accidentally came in contact with her bare skin, but she had no problem sitting here, almost naked in front of Warren. She dealt the cards and caught Warren’s eyes as she picked up hers. They didn’t say anything, just looked at each other. It looked like Warren was about to say something, but when he didn’t Rouge looked back down at her cards. The situation was in no way just friendly anymore, and she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. It was easier to focus on the cards than anything else. She had never been with someone that way before. She and Bobby never got past kissing and some on-top-of-clothes fumbling. This was way beyond that. She had a terrible hand of cards, but betted anyway. She dropped the cards down on the bed. Two fours. The she looked as he lowered his cards. She was sure she was going to lose and was wondering what she was going to do. She looked down at the five cards in front of Warren. He had… nothing. She had just won with a lousy pair of fours. She looked at him. He was completely naked and has nothing left to take off. He lifted his eyebrows quizzical at her.

“Well, I don’t really have anything else to lose have I?” She shook her head, not knowing what else she should say or do.

“Actually there’s only one garment left in the game, and those are currently worn by you.” Rouge looked down at her panties and nodded slightly. During the game they had scooted closer to each other, now only two feet a part, close enough for him to lean in and whisper in her ear.

“So what if I remove those. Is that good enough?” Rouge’s lips were partly open and her breath grew heavier. She couldn’t seem to answer him. She noticed that she felt very warm, and that most of that warmth had gathered between her thighs. Warren lifted his right hand and rested it on her back. She turned her head towards him and for the first time their lips met. The first kiss was gentle and light as a feather. Their lips barely touched. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, smiling. The next kiss was needier, fiercer. Rouge passed one hand around Warren’s neck and used it to caress his hair and his wings. She loved the spot where the wings met with his back. Small soft feathers met soft skin. The other hand rested upon his knee. His tongue met her lips and she parted them, letting her own tongue meet his. His mouth was so incredibly soft, and his tongue so warm. All too soon he pulled back, leaving her wanting more. He smiled when he saw her pleading eyes. He stroked her white-streaked hair behind her ear and just looked at her. Then she saw something flash over his eyes. She frowned her brow and looked at him, not sure how she was going to interpret the look he was giving her right now. He leaned towards her ear once more and nibbled on her earlobe affectionately. Rouge shuddered in pleasure.

“I still haven’t paid my bet.” His breath was warm on her ear. She didn’t know how to reply, so she didn’t. He dropped his lips to the soft spot right beneath her ear and fixated his lips and tongue there. Rouge quivered, she had never felt this way before. This incredible lust and need. All she wanted was to be with him and feel him and touch him. She felt his hands travel down her sides to her back and down. When they met with her underwear they snuck their way beneath it. His hands grabbed her bare buttocks and she gasped. She could sense him smile into her neck. His hands travelled back up to the small of her back, and before she could react he pulled her down on the bed so she lay on her back. She tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down with a hand on her stomach. She didn’t struggle, just lay back enjoying his touch. Warren pulled up so he covered her body with his. She had never been this close to anyone before. Skin against skin, she savoured the feel of him.

Warren kissed her once on the lips before he moved down to her jaw line and then her neck. He wanted to taste every bit of her. He kissed his way down to her breasts. In his eyes they were perfect. Firm, with pale skin, just begging to be touched. He gently traced a circle around both of them before letting his tongue explore the rosy bud in the middle. As he hit it, Rouge arched her back towards him in pleasure and moaned. It encouraged him to keep up, and as he hit the other she was writhing and, even though she wasn’t aware of it, thrusting her hips towards him. Now it was his time to moan. He was so insanely hard, and knew that if he didn’t take it easy this would be over all too soon. He crawled down her body, letting his tongue follow. When he hit the edge of her underwear he let one finger inside the edge, pulling it down an inch. He looked up at Rouge to see if it was okay. Her eyes were closed and it seemed like she was busy just remembering to keep breathing. He pulled the underwear down another inch and she lifted herself of the bed so he could pull it off entirely. He dragged it slowly down her legs while following after himself. When he reached her feet he pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. He sat on his knees by her feet and looked down at Rouge. She was looking back at him, pleading at him to come near her again. Her legs parted slightly, giving room for him to creep to position himself between them. He thought she looked like a goddess.

Rouge’s eyes met Warren’s as he looked for approval. She answered him with a kiss that showed no hesitation. When he entered her she gasped. He felt too big, but to her surprise she adjusted to him. She moaned as he filled her up. Her fingers dug into his back beneath the wings. He had a look of worry, he was afraid to hurt her, or to do anything wrong. Her smile assured him that nothing was wrong and he slowly started to move. Neither had felt what they felt now. It was pure bliss. Their bodies moved as one. Their breath became synchronized. Their eyes were locked upon each other. They climbed towards climax together. Rouge thought she was going to die of bliss right then and there. Then they toppled over the edge and all was pure joy.

Warren rolled off her, but nuzzled right next to her, holding her close to his chest. They dozed off, but before they fell truly asleep the lights suddenly flashed on. Suddenly the magic of the evening was broken. They both knew that Storm would want all of the students to meet downstairs to see that everyone was all right. Hesitantly the couple got dressed and after a last, lingering kiss, walked downstairs. They didn’t hold hands, Warren walked in fact two steps behind her. Without ever really saying it they had decided that this was to be their own, and for now they would share these feeling only with each other. To everyone else they were still just friends.

They reached the common room and saw that most of the students were there already. Storm was overlooking everything, making sure no one was missing, calling out the names of those she didn’t see. Logan was standing in the doorframe, fidgeting with an unlit cigar. When he saw Rouge and Warren he called out to Storm.

“Rouge and Angel are right here, and they seem to be in one piece still!” Storm looked towards them and nodded in answer before she started calling out other names again. Logan directed his attention back at the two youngsters before him. The former mutant Rouge and the Angel.

“So, what have you two been up to?”

“Just a friendly game of poker.” Warren answered with a light-hearted manner and a shrug of the shoulders.

The End

Fanfiction

2007-04-09T11:54:09Z

OK, I haven't really been at this page since I made it, and that is quite a while ago. Lately I have been preoccupied with writing fanfiction, as I have just started writing, and now I'm addicted! I've posted a few stories at fanfiction.net, under the name Miasen. So far I've only written X-men fanfiction, but I have an idea for an Buffy the Vampire Slayer fic as well. Most of my fics is about Warren aka Angel, as I have quite the crush for him... He is great! I've actually gotten a few good reviews on my story "A Friendly Game of Poker?", and one person asked me if I had thought about posting it on this LJ group, so I thought I had better try to figure out how this works... I'll just see how it goes!
Right now it's my last day of my easter holiday, and I'm really bummed out. I have no interest in going to an philosophy and ethics lecture tomorrow morning! I really can't stand that subject... I hate Ex.Phil, but there's no way to get past it, I have to have it... Stupid rules...
I really don't know what else to write here right now, so I think we have to call it a night now.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!

Welcome to LiveJournal

2007-02-12T12:54:57Z

Hi there everyone! this is my very first time, and I have absolutely no clue how to do anything! hopefully that will change overtime... Anyway, I just wanted to say hi there!