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cocoabubbelle · 10 months

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Good Morning

Coffee now in my system, which helped my brain fire up an idea/prompt for you now that I remembered that little detail you came up with about Rogue starting to get control in 15 second intervals…

Scott taking full advantage of those 15 seconds in an inspired moment of mischief - I mean it’s fair game since she’s definitely the type to tease him so why not turn the tables? 😏

Scott enjoying sneaking a kiss or two on her - cheek, mouth, hand, and very daring neck - much to Rogue’s mixed delight and frustration. He just tells her to think of it as “extra focus training” while she calls it him being a pest, but no moment tells him to stop doing this.

Thanks for the ask, @withjust-a-bite !! So sorry it took a while, but here it is!

“5…6…7…8…”

Rogue tried to keep her breathing steady as Scott counted out her second set of sit-ups in one of the institute’s many mini gyms. She was doing really well, he thought, especially considering she was upside down with her legs wrapped around the pull-up bar. Her gloves peeked out of the pocket of his sports jacket.

“Form’s looking good,” he finally commented.

Rogue paused for a moment, giving him an upside down grin, “ya mean that in a technical way, or a flirty way?”

“Uhm…”

His ears probably turned as red as they felt, judging from the way she giggled.

Darn. Ever since they became a couple, Rogue was a lot less shy and more direct about her feelings for him. Not that he was complaining! He couldn’t get enough of her and still hungered for more.

Still, the fact that it took around 3 years and a few close encounters of the world ending for him to actually recognize her feelings and realize his for her bothered him. He was now the one always tongue-tied and struggling to respond adequately when it came to communicating how deeply he’s grown to feel for her. She was so patient, but he felt it wasn’t fair to her after so long.

But tonight was hopefully going to change that.

“*ahem* It’s almost time. You got this?” he asked, hoping he sounded casual.

Rogue resumed her sit-ups with a grunt, almost biting her dark lips. “Ah’ll hafta…get it…if ah…wanna… evah…get over…this…”

The corner of Scott’s mouth twitched downward.

“…you know you don’t need to force yourself past your limit faster than is necessary.” He said softly, “you’ve already made incredible progress.”

“*huff* Ah know…but…” she panted, giving him a split second glance as she raised her chin to her knees, “Ah wanna…give mah…all…*puff* for us…”

Scott said nothing in response. He wanted nothing more than to hug her right now, but that was currently not a good idea because 1) she was wearing her workout clothes, so the risk of making contact with her exposed, pale skin was greater, and 2) his carefully crafted plan that took who knows how long to perfect would go down the drain.

They had agreed that during her break amidst certain workouts, Scott would be tasked with “ambushing” her while her heart was racing. That way, she would be prepared for unexpected, physical contact upon her exposed skin and maintain control over her mutation within her ‘time-frame’ despite her elevated heartbeat. So far, Rogue was able to take anything Scott threw her way: tackling, grappling, wrestling (One time, one of his modes of attack was tickling her sides, which earned him a faux-outraged southern-style of scolding with the term Pest slung at him the rest of the day without any cuddling or snuggling as punishment after her peals of laughter died down, so he didn’t dare try that again.). He was reluctant to attempt anything more confrontational, but she insisted she could take it—since, she reminded him, she was under less risk of being harmed by him than he was by her anyway unless his glasses came off—and convinced him to incorporate more punches and kicks in their sessions.

What Scott didn’t tell Rogue was this ambush at this moment was going to be a little bit different from their usual training sessions.

Rogue unfolded her spine, her asymmetrical short hair falling away from her face as she lowered herself away from the bar. Scott held back a smile, inwardly blessing his luck that his ruby-quartz shades were dark enough to conceal the movement of his eyes as they fell upon the designated area where he would ‘attack…’

——

He first noticed them when he walked by her and Kitty undoing their fancy hairstyles from their performance in Bayville High’s vampire musical: a small collection of moles behind Rogue’s ear, over the mastoid area.

Three of them in a little, triangular formation; the other five following what looked like a crescent line partially surrounding the three.

Before he could figure out what the overall shape reminded him of, Rogue had shaken out the rest of her hair from the updo, obscuring them from his sight. He thought nothing more of them as he continued on his way to the kitchen.

It wasn’t until a year and a half or so later that Scott noticed them again, thanks to Rogue’s shorter hairstyle. She was sort of with Remy at this point in time, and Scott with Jean —again, sort of; they were in the stage of their relationship where they had realized that maybe their paths were no longer meant to be interlinked romantically, but they hadn’t yet publicly revealed their breakup to the others since they were all experiencing hectic disruptions from then current threat.

He would have confided in Rogue, but he didn’t want to overstep. Ever since recovering from her nearly-life threatening crisis, Rogue felt more distant to him than usual. She grew even more so when she and Remy began hanging out after the events surrounding Apocalypse.

Scott had wondered if he had missed something during those periods where he could have been there for her and helped her, and by failing to do so had driven her away. Or was it something else that caused their once close friendship to fizzle out? Or was it nothing at all to do with anything and she was just naturally growing apart from him as part of her journey to find herself, as she searched for records of her biological parents after her falling out with her foster ones?

Scott wanted to respect whatever boundaries she was silently putting between them…but…he wanted to at least talk to her and understand what was going on, and…try to be there for her even if she no longer was interested in being friends again. He cared about her…

He had found his chance when the two of them, Jean, and Remy were out on assignment together—regarding the Sentinels, the Hellfire Club, or Mr. Sinister? Scott couldn’t remember all the exact details. Just the part when they where momentarily paired away from the other two, leaning outside against the display window of a department store. Scott inwardly scrambled for conversation starter that would naturally progress to them talking about the current state of their friendship with a hope it would stop the distance from growing wider. The wind chose this moment to momentarily ruffle their hair, and Scott’s eyes fell upon the familiar, natural beauty marks.

“Did you know you have some moles behind your ear?”

Rogue gave him a surprised look, and Scott wanted to kick himself for saying something so creepy and random.

She touched the back of her right ear. “Where?”

He lamely gestured to his own right ear. She mirrored his moments and switched over to her left one. “Aw gosh, are they that noticeable?” She asked, trying unsuccessfully to spot them in the reflective glass of the window.

Scott shook his head. “No, no, I just thought they were pre…” Rogue froze and looked at him again, her pale eyes wide, “pre…pretty interesting…ly shaped?” WHY wouldn’t he shut up?!

Rogue slightly relaxed —looking either relieved or disappointed, Scott didn’t know. He wondered why he even wanted to know?—but still had her fingers resting behind her ear. “Interestingly shaped how?”

Scott almost reached out to show her, caught himself, then opened his palm and slowly dotted out the invisible shape with his finger for her to see. He repeated the motion a couple of times until she murmured, “…a moon and three stars?”

He thought about it, and tilted his hand to readjust the ‘picture’ before replying “…more like a smiley face.”

A moment of silence.

Rogue burst out laughing and playfully hit him. They didn’t speak about them again after Remy and Jean arrived, nor after the mission, but it felt like the distance between the two of them was no longer vast anymore.

Fast forward to the present, and they were now together—after all of the tragic events occurred and passed; after most, if not everyone, found ways to heal from their loss, pain, and trauma; after Scott realizing he had fallen in love with Rogue, and that she requited his feelings. They had more opportunities to get closer to each other, to relearn and discover each other’s selves. In a minor sense, this gave Scott more opportunities to admire her set of moles, and come up with a plan to ‘take revenge’ on all the times she rendered him a blushing mess whenever she took him off guard and kissed him out of the blue.

——

“…<beep!>...”

Scott blinked and turned his head.

Currently, Rogue had finished her set. Her legs still hung onto the bar as she rested with her eyes closed, her arms reaching down to the floor. She looked to him like a sleeping vampire bat stretching her wings.

So cute.

A quick glance at her wristwatch hanging over the bar told Scott that he about less than 10 of her 15 seconds left to enact his plan. Now.

9…8…He plucked the watch from original place and squatted down as silently as possible to not alert her…arms outstretched in caution…

6…5…her body was swaying slightly…bringing her head drew closer to him for the briefest of moments and revealing the cute, dotted smiley face upon the mastoid area…

3…2…

Rogue had been ready and was bracing for Scott’s ambush to test her endurance limit.

When he had not yet attacked her, she wondered if he was gonna be a cute pest and try tickling her again, and was so ready to turn the tables on him.

She was NOT ready for the sensation of electrified butterflies exploding from the area from where his firm, gentle lips made contact upon the point between her left ear and neck. *muah~!*

“?!?!?!”

After a few stunned heartbeats, Rogue did not realize her knees had liquified and had lost their grip on the bar until her body made contact with Scott’s sturdy arms.

Her mind was dizzy from feeling the rippling goosebumps from the area behind her ear as she clung to him. Only with the greatest reluctance did she release him as he gently laid her down on the mat and covered her with his large sports jacket so she could hide her face and regain her composure.

“…”

“Er, Rogue?”

“…*squeak*…”

“I am SO sorry! Are you okay?”

Rogue shakily inhaled and exhaled, then peeked out from behind the garment of clothing at her worried —and apparently secretly sneaky—boyfriend. She kept it covering her burning face to better hide from him. Heck, it took everything she had to not curl into a melted ball underneath, to not toss and turn to and fro, and to not kick up her feet giddily like the smitten teenaged girl she had been— and honestly, still was and forever will be—years ago.

“…howmuchdidahgoovah?” She finally mumbled, her hands feeling around his jacket for the pocket holding her gloves.

Scott tore his gaze from the obscured, hiding form of his girlfriend and glanced at the stopwatch; he had stopped the clock right before laying her down and covering her:

42 seconds. 22 seconds over her limit.

He held it closer to her for her to see. “A new record…” he said softly.

At that, Rogue slowly unearthed her still blushing face from underneath his jacket and gave him a winning smile, causing him to smile back.

“Then…Ah’m more than okay, Sugah.”

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