"Rogue umm... keeps looking at me funny."
"She has your thoughts floating around in her head, John. Strong feelings, strong memories. It's painful as hell, so cut her some slack."
"I'm not accusing her of anything, Bobby, I just want to know, does she know about ... you know?"
"What?"
John gave him a look.
"Oh. That."
"Yeah, that," John said with sarcasm.
"No. She has no clue."
"Are you sure?"
Bobby responded with uncharacteristic snarkiness: "Positive. I mean, she was in your head, John. And she only experiences strong feelings. So there's no way she would know about you and me. I mean, you said it was nothing, just a little bit of fun on the side. So there's no way she would pick up on something that meant so little."
John stared at him, half in annoyance, half in silent admission that he had this coming, that Bobby had every right to give him shit after the way he acted.
Bobby didn't tell him that Rogue wasn't bearing Pyro's emotions nearly as silently as Pyro did. He had kept trying to see if she was okay, and asking why she was acting funny. Until finally she told him to stay away, that her emotions were too overwhelming and confusing and mixed-up for her to be around him.
And Bobby had made the mistake of asking what she meant.
"What I feel for you, Bobby," she gasped, "It's like nothing I've ever felt. I want to just throw you onto the ground, and then I want you to just fuck me until I can't hardly breathe! I want to kick you in the face for being such an insensitive prick! I want to kiss you and hold you and I want to fucking destroy you! I want to sob because you don't love me but then half the time I think you're he biggest moron I've ever met. And then the memories, Bobby. I experienced them. I mean, I know you told me about the two of you, but you said it was nothing. It wasn't nothing, Bobby. All those times. Wrestling around in the snow, my skin on your skin, unafraid to touch. Kissing me - him - and you're so cold but it feels so good. And the feeling of you inside me, Bobby, pushing in the same spot again and again, like I'm going to die if you stop. And then falling asleep. Your entire body, naked, behind me, pressed up against mine, your chest to my back, your hand around my hips. Skin to skin. We've never done that Bobby, and we'll never be able to, not like that. But I remember it. Heat and cold and anger and love and so much soft skin. It's too much, Bobby, it's too much, it's too hard to feel this way, please stay away! Please..."
Her rant had come out in a burst and now she wept as she turned away from him. Bobby was speechless, torn between his sorrow at what Rogue was feeling and his shock at knowing finally the kinds of mazes of emotion that were clogging up John's previously-well-hidden thoughts. Bobby kept thinking about it, but he wasn't sure what to make of it. But when John came to him, Bobby knew he had to see John's reaction -- he needed to finally get a straight answer rather than a smirk and a smartass comment.
Bobby knew that John was smart enought to figure out that Rogue had told him something. Maybe he wouldn't realize that Rogue had revealed _everything_ but he would know that Bobby was holding back. So he waited. He let John, for once, be the one who had to figure out what the hell the other one was thinking.
But John just nodded and said to Bobby, "Yeah, fine. Tell Rogue I hope she feels better."
Bobby sighed. He was starting to realize that he would never get to hear anything true from John.
At least not using his own lips.
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AN: Originally written for the comment_fic on livejournal
Prompt was Rogue finds out about John/Bobby after absorbing his power/thoughts