If Bobby wasn't seeing it for himself, he never would have believed the Wolverine was capable of such. . . romanticism? Rogue had her head in his lap, and a cherry dangled from the Wolverine's thick fingers. Rogue's tongue flicked out and attempted to pull the cherry in mouth.
Bobby swallowed and leaned back against kitchen sink. Not romanticism then. Lust, plain and simple. Bobby breathed out through his nose as Rogue's tongue flicked against the cherry again. Logan's low growl and narrowed eyes made Bobby jump, then spin around and fumble with a forgotten ice cube tray, eyes averted.
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Date: April 23, 2004.