Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men. I am in no way affiliated with Marvel Comics or Fox or its movies. I'm just doing this because a plot bunny attacked me very late last night and forced me to write this.
A/N: This is a (short) one-shot for right now, a little speculation. I might continue, if I can come up with a good plot. If anyone would be interested in that, let me know in your reviews. Also, here's something of complete irrelevance; Christian Bale is the HOTTEST Batman…ever, and Cillian Murphy (who plays the Scarecrow in Batman begins) is also a five alarm hottie. They're both right up there with Hugh Jackman and Aaron Stanford. (drools over the hotness of Pyro) Enjoy!
Tongues of flame danced across her skin, but she felt no pain. There was only bliss. Hands skimmed her sides, light touches jolting her into blinding ecstasy. Lips brushed against her throat, blazing a burning trail to her own. Their lips met in a kiss that scorched her insides and as their tongues began to duel, she tasted smoke.
Arching, to touch skin to skin as her most fervent desires drove her to, she exhaled in a shuddering sigh. It was glorious. She found her mouth trapped once again, in a kind of kiss she had no memory of ever receiving before and the universe spiralled away. Her hands clutched solid, strong shoulders as she rode the waves of her pleasure. Quivering she pulled away, staring into the face of the one who had given her this miracle. She found herself staring at the lust-filled, dark eyes and half smile of John Allerdyce.
Rouge shot up in her bed, breathing like she'd just done an hour in the Danger Room with Logan. Her hands clutched at the blankets as her eyes closed, frustrated tears spilling down her pale cheeks. It wasn't right, her mind screamed. She had never had dreams like that about Bobby, but then again Bobby didn't have the kinds of memories John did. Or the burning desire to touch her, regardless of bodily harm. All gleaned from a simple touch of his ankle to quell the flames burning around the police that day at Bobby's. Every night since had become torture, filled with dreams of John; touching her, kissing her, loving her like the John in her mind whispered that he wanted to. Taking a few deep breaths, Rouge wiped the tears from her face. Feeling defeated, she lay back down to try and get a few more hours of sleep before the sun came up.