"Not a mutant?" Rogue's hands trembled. "You can do that?"
He smiled, slow, languid. "I can."
Rogue's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting. Images flooded her mind:
Touches. Kisses. Sex. Intimacy. Fearlessness. Shorts. Tank tops. Holding Hands. Swim suits. Playing in water. No gloves. No jacket. No pants. No scarves. Skirts. No pantyhose. No dreams. Freedom. No underwear. Naked. Brushing shoulders. Playing footsie. Sandals. No socks. Picnics with friends. Beach trips. Parties. Sundresses. Formal dresses. Her own mind. Her own personality. Babies. Children. Hugs. Casual contact.
Hope.
Rogue gasped and opened her eyes, her legs giving out.
"Please," she whispered.
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Date: March 24, 2004.