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Fic: Talking in Circles (Magneto, Rogue, comicverse)
Title: Talking in Circles
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willowaus
Character/Pairing: Magneto, Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2651
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Trembling Hands
A/N: Many thanks tosionnain for looking this over. :)
Life settled into a simple routine and Rogue wasn't too sure how to take that. She had no intentions of getting used to living up here, to making this into her new home, and would remind herself of that fact every morning as she stared down at Earth from where she sat eating breakfast. It was a lot quieter up here and she found herself missing the constant hyginks of Bobby or smelling one of Logan's cigars as she passed by. All the little things...
"You seem troubled," Magneto stated, cutting into the pancake that had been artfully crafted by his little robot.
Rogue looked up, tilting her head to the side. "It’s very quiet up here."
He didn't respond to that, though his gaze never left hers as if he was waiting for her to continue. "Just an observation, that's all," she murmured, blowing on the mug of coffee in her hands.
"Is there something you wish to discuss?"
"No. It really was just an observation." She shrugged, settling the mug back onto the table. "I'm just use to all the noise. Meal times were never a quiet affair."
"Yes, I remember the antics of your teammates." His attention returned to his plate and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
"The silence can be nice," Rogue interjected after a few moments, causing him to look back up. "Allows for time to think. That why you like it?"
"I spent a great many years surrounded by throngs of people." She watched his eyes darken and wondered what he was remembering. He shook his head and looked back at her. "When you are finished, find me. We can continue our work," he stated and cleared his spot, exiting the room quickly.
She sighed and cut into the pancake. Now you've made him all moody. Good going. Slowly, she finished eating, wanting to give him as much time as possible to get out of this current state before she went to the study. It didn't take quite as long as she wanted so she busied herself with cleaning the dishes. Eventually, she went to his study but took the long way around before finding herself in front of the open door. He was sitting at the desk, perusing papers while three small balls circling him in tight, controlled circles. She hesitated; she didn't want to disturb him, but the door was open which was a sure sign she was to enter.
She settled for knocking on the door frame to alert him to her presence.
"You may enter, Rogue."
He hadn't even looked up and she rolled her eyes, hating herself for being hesitant. Stop acting like a scaredy cat and get in there, she badgered herself and flopped down onto the couch opposite him. She watched the balls continue their path, noting that they were becoming less erratic. "That help calm you down? Let you think better?"
"Hmm?"
He still hadn't looked at her and she sighed in frustration. "Moving the...um, spheres. That help with concentration? You always seem to do it when you're deep in thought."
The balls stopped, hovering briefly before depositing themselves back in the top drawer. "Perhaps." He swirled around, looking intently at her. His gaze moved quickly to her hands, eyes narrowing angrily.
She knew he was focusing on the fabric encasing her hands and she crossed her arms. "It's cold up here."
"You are making excuses." His gaze locked with hers and she stared back for a few moments before averting her gaze.
"I'm used to wearing them," she muttered, placing her hands in her lap.
"I was used to wearing a yellow star pinned to my clothes," he muttered, his voice barely audible as he approached her. He roughly grasped her hands and removed the gloves. "You will not wear these."
"I got five more pairs," she countered angrily, her cheeks turning crimson.
"And I will take each pair I see you in." He looked fearsome, magnetic energy crackling around him as his eyes narrowed more, mouth twisting in disgust.
She merely rolled her eyes again, crossing her arms defiantly as she stared back at him, chin raised slightly. "I could take you down in a heart beat."
He smiled at that. "You may certainly try, Rogue."
Sighing exasperatedly, she looked away. "I ain't here to fight you."
"Yet, that is all you seem to be doing," he stated, and sat in the chair across from her.
"That's what we Southern belles do, sugar." She grinned cheekily at him and placed her hands back in her lap. "So...what are we doing today? More trying to figure out where things are by touching you?"
"Something like that." He smiled back and offered a hand.
"You didn't tell me what you wanted me to find," she murmured, placing her smaller hand in his.
His fingers gripped her tightly. "No. I did not."
Her power started pulling and she gasped, feeling him drain into her. She wrenched her hand away. "What the hell was that?"
He leaned back in the chair, watching her carefully. "How did that feel?"
"Huh?"
"Using your power, what does it feel like?" He pursed his lips and waved his hand. She watched as his paperweight flew through the air to him. "I feel exhilarated when I use mine. I am sure if you asked Ororo or young Mr. Drake they would tell you the same thing. How do you feel when you use yours?"
"I could kill--"
"That is not what I asked you, Rogue," he interrupted, and she watched the paperweight change shape as it curled and elongated.
"It felt good," she muttered angrily, hating to admit that. "Happy?"
The paperweight slammed back down on the desk. "Hardly."
She shook her head. "Your power can't kill anyone when you use it."
"Oh, really?" He smiled bitterly at her, steepling his hands in his lap. "I'm sure your teammates would disagree vehemently with that statement."
She raked a hand through her hair, making a frustrated noise. "I mean you can't just...if you choose to you can kill someone with it. But I, without even meaning to..."
"I am hardly dead, Rogue," he murmured, gently grasping her hand again. He clasped his other hand over top, encasing hers beneath the two.
He was already seeping into her and she closed her eyes, feeling the metal in the room, sensing the objects as he must. "If I held on too long you would be," she reminded, tears sliding down her cheeks. It felt so good, so freeing, and she shook her head in disgust at herself.
He released her hand and she felt his fingers on her face, brushing tears away. "They have taught you to fear your gift."
"No...life did that." Her power was tugging slightly, drawing in fragments of him as his fingers skirted along her face. "I hurt Carol so badly."
"Therefore you should keep from using your gift, is that what you believe?" he asked, and she shook her head, overwhelmed by him inside of her and his fingers on her skin and the metal. God, she could hear the metal everywhere, like it was singing to her.
He dropped his hand and she whimpered, eyes widening in shock as she pressed a hand to her mouth. "I believe that is enough for today," he stated, his eyes darkening and moved back to his desk.
She flew out of the room, her emotions a jumbled mess and headed to the gym, intent on working out her frustration the only way she could.
xxx
Sleep continued to evade her and nothing she tried helped her grasp hold of the tendrils drifting by, teasing her. She rolled onto her side, curling her hands underneath the pillow and sighed. "Can't even count sheep," she muttered, reaching for the small bear that had tumbled to the floor.
She clutched the bear to her chest and slowly kneaded her bottom lip, trying to understand what had transpired between her and Magneto. His voice kept echoing in her mind, asking her how it felt to use her power, her answer resounding loudly. She bit down on her lip, hard, pleased when she tasted blood. She didn't want it to feel good, had no desire to revert back to the careless girl who used her power freely, who'd stalked Dazzler, who had allowed her emotions to run unchecked as jealousy ate away at her very core. Each time she had touched someone it had been exhilarating, the rush of their presence into her a high she'd never quite been able to match. But it hurts them, she reminded herself, tucking her chin to her chest.
They have taught you to fear your gift. She shook her head at Magneto's voice, gripping the bear tighter. "He's wrong."
Sighing, she shut her eyes tightly, wishing for sleep to claim her, to clear her head and let her start the next day fresh. She had no desire to face him with all of these doubts still plaguing her mind. Slowly, she drifted to a haunting slumber, images of her past transgressions assaulting her from all sides. She tossed on the bed, crying out in pain as her mind was assaulted.
In the room down the hall, Magneto listened to her cries, fighting back the urge to seek her out. There was nothing to do when one was being plagued by demons of the past.
xxx
"This is taking longer than you said, darlin'." Logan's accompanied that with a low growl and Rogue smiled at his image on the computer screen, amused by the cigar in his mouth.
"Control usually does," Magneto stated from his vantage point.
Rogue gave him a look to be quiet before turning back to the screen.
"You can't even call us without him there? Blink if you ain't okay."
She rolled her eyes at her friend’s theatrics. "I'm fine, Logan," she assured him. "How is everyone?"
He looked like he was ready to say something before shaking his head. "We're all fine. The Cajun's making moony eyes at anything with legs down here." He chewed on the end of the cigar, looking intently at her. "You sure you're okay? Just say the word, darlin', and we'll be there."
"I am hardly going to harm her, Wolverine." Rogue didn't like the hostility she heard in Magneto's voice and was surprised when she felt a hand on her shoulder, noting that he was right behind her now. "We are working on her acquiring control."
Wolverine growled and she just knew his focus was on the hand clasped on her shoulder. "Every thing's fine, Logan," she promised, smiling broadly, pleased she didn't have to force it as much as she'd thought she would. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Just remember this is your home, Rogue, not that tin can in space," Wolverine reminded, stubbing out his cigar. Magneto's hand tightened imperceptibly on her shoulder and she raised an eyebrow. "I'll let the others know you're still alive."
"Take care of yourself," she murmured, confused by Magneto's obvious ire.
"You too, darlin'," Wolverine stated, and the screen went black.
"Do you enjoy antagonizing him?" she asked, looking up at Magneto and shook her head.
He was staring intently down at her, his expression possessive before he shook his head. "Go," he stated, releasing his grip on her and moved back to his desk. "I will see you at dinner."
She shook her head and rose, confused and a little disturbed, wishing she understood what the hell had just happened. Sighing, she exited the room and walked quickly to the gym. My source of solitude, she thought bitterly, and began her rigorous workout, hoping it would clear her head.
xxx
She was still working out three hours later, forcing herself to keep moving, struggling to overpower the chaos in her head as she continued to pummel one of his robots. The thing just kept coming back and she couldn't seem to back down, taking her frustration out on it. She hated that she wasn't even working up a sweat. It wasn't the same as at the mansion. The robot might be able to take the damage she enacted but it wasn't like the Danger Room or her teammates.
"Dinner is ready," Magneto stated from the doorway, watching her intently.
She landed another hit against the robots jaw, sending it sprawling backwards. "Ain't hungry." She growled when it got back up, advancing towards her. She moved to block its path and was startled when it rose up into the air and was placed in its hibernation bunker beside the others she'd already fought. Whirling around, she glared at Magneto. "I was fighting that."
"Yes, you were and have been doing so since you left my study," he replied, smiling thinly. "Which was a little over three hours ago."
"You can tell time, good for you." She braced her hands on her hips, a rush of indignation flashing through her. "I ain't hungry. I feel like working out."
His eyes narrowed dangerously and he floated towards her, magnetic energy crackling around him. "Then by all means."
She bared her teeth and launched herself towards him, intent on knocking him on his back. He merely sent a pulse of magnetism at her, knocking her over. She growled, moving back towards him and this time, dodged the pulse and continued to fly at him. A bar of metal crashed into her, twisting around her body and trapped her arms behind her back. She struggled futilely against the metal, surprised she couldn't break free. "It is not a metal from Earth," he informed her, slowly moving towards her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I have you quite at my mercy, Rogue. How do you intend to get yourself out of this?"
She didn't respond, glaring at him and waiting for him to move a few inches nearer. Once he did, she kicked out, wrapping her legs around him and twisted. This should have ended up with him on the ground and her hovering in the damn contraption above him. Unfortunately, he kept his grip on the metal wrapped around her body and stayed aloft. "Brute strength will not topple me down," he murmured, his expression intense as he watched her, waiting.
Her eyes narrowed, knowing what he wanted her to do and she shook her head defiantly. "I will not let you out of this," he informed her, and her glare intensified. "Use your gift, Rogue."
"No."
The metal tightened and he shifted closer, his face inches from hers. "Use your gift."
She pressed her lips to his, intent on sucking enough of his power from him to get out and fling the metal at his arrogant head. But she got lost, focusing on the feel of his lips against hers, the metal falling freely from her body as he flowed into her, his hands grasping harshly at her waist. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily as she stared at him, her hands braced against his shoulders, desire filling her. He was watching her intently and she watched the same possessiveness flash in his eyes that she'd noticed earlier, right before his lips crushed hers.
Hunger enveloped her, a deep need making her stomach churn as she clutched desperately to his shoulders. His tongue had edged its way into her mouth and she was drowning under the weight of him rushing into her and his skin on hers and an overwhelming feeling of completeness..."No," she gasped, pushing him away. "No."
She clasped a hand to her mouth and shook her head, trying to suppress the yearning to touch him again. "No." She took off past him and flew to her room, closing the door behind her and shrank back against it, sliding down, defeated. Raking a hand through her hair, she tried to push away her own traitorous thoughts, more confused than ever.
Author:
willowausCharacter/Pairing: Magneto, Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2651
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Trembling Hands
A/N: Many thanks to
sionnain for looking this over. :)Life settled into a simple routine and Rogue wasn't too sure how to take that. She had no intentions of getting used to living up here, to making this into her new home, and would remind herself of that fact every morning as she stared down at Earth from where she sat eating breakfast. It was a lot quieter up here and she found herself missing the constant hyginks of Bobby or smelling one of Logan's cigars as she passed by. All the little things...
"You seem troubled," Magneto stated, cutting into the pancake that had been artfully crafted by his little robot.
Rogue looked up, tilting her head to the side. "It’s very quiet up here."
He didn't respond to that, though his gaze never left hers as if he was waiting for her to continue. "Just an observation, that's all," she murmured, blowing on the mug of coffee in her hands.
"Is there something you wish to discuss?"
"No. It really was just an observation." She shrugged, settling the mug back onto the table. "I'm just use to all the noise. Meal times were never a quiet affair."
"Yes, I remember the antics of your teammates." His attention returned to his plate and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
"The silence can be nice," Rogue interjected after a few moments, causing him to look back up. "Allows for time to think. That why you like it?"
"I spent a great many years surrounded by throngs of people." She watched his eyes darken and wondered what he was remembering. He shook his head and looked back at her. "When you are finished, find me. We can continue our work," he stated and cleared his spot, exiting the room quickly.
She sighed and cut into the pancake. Now you've made him all moody. Good going. Slowly, she finished eating, wanting to give him as much time as possible to get out of this current state before she went to the study. It didn't take quite as long as she wanted so she busied herself with cleaning the dishes. Eventually, she went to his study but took the long way around before finding herself in front of the open door. He was sitting at the desk, perusing papers while three small balls circling him in tight, controlled circles. She hesitated; she didn't want to disturb him, but the door was open which was a sure sign she was to enter.
She settled for knocking on the door frame to alert him to her presence.
"You may enter, Rogue."
He hadn't even looked up and she rolled her eyes, hating herself for being hesitant. Stop acting like a scaredy cat and get in there, she badgered herself and flopped down onto the couch opposite him. She watched the balls continue their path, noting that they were becoming less erratic. "That help calm you down? Let you think better?"
"Hmm?"
He still hadn't looked at her and she sighed in frustration. "Moving the...um, spheres. That help with concentration? You always seem to do it when you're deep in thought."
The balls stopped, hovering briefly before depositing themselves back in the top drawer. "Perhaps." He swirled around, looking intently at her. His gaze moved quickly to her hands, eyes narrowing angrily.
She knew he was focusing on the fabric encasing her hands and she crossed her arms. "It's cold up here."
"You are making excuses." His gaze locked with hers and she stared back for a few moments before averting her gaze.
"I'm used to wearing them," she muttered, placing her hands in her lap.
"I was used to wearing a yellow star pinned to my clothes," he muttered, his voice barely audible as he approached her. He roughly grasped her hands and removed the gloves. "You will not wear these."
"I got five more pairs," she countered angrily, her cheeks turning crimson.
"And I will take each pair I see you in." He looked fearsome, magnetic energy crackling around him as his eyes narrowed more, mouth twisting in disgust.
She merely rolled her eyes again, crossing her arms defiantly as she stared back at him, chin raised slightly. "I could take you down in a heart beat."
He smiled at that. "You may certainly try, Rogue."
Sighing exasperatedly, she looked away. "I ain't here to fight you."
"Yet, that is all you seem to be doing," he stated, and sat in the chair across from her.
"That's what we Southern belles do, sugar." She grinned cheekily at him and placed her hands back in her lap. "So...what are we doing today? More trying to figure out where things are by touching you?"
"Something like that." He smiled back and offered a hand.
"You didn't tell me what you wanted me to find," she murmured, placing her smaller hand in his.
His fingers gripped her tightly. "No. I did not."
Her power started pulling and she gasped, feeling him drain into her. She wrenched her hand away. "What the hell was that?"
He leaned back in the chair, watching her carefully. "How did that feel?"
"Huh?"
"Using your power, what does it feel like?" He pursed his lips and waved his hand. She watched as his paperweight flew through the air to him. "I feel exhilarated when I use mine. I am sure if you asked Ororo or young Mr. Drake they would tell you the same thing. How do you feel when you use yours?"
"I could kill--"
"That is not what I asked you, Rogue," he interrupted, and she watched the paperweight change shape as it curled and elongated.
"It felt good," she muttered angrily, hating to admit that. "Happy?"
The paperweight slammed back down on the desk. "Hardly."
She shook her head. "Your power can't kill anyone when you use it."
"Oh, really?" He smiled bitterly at her, steepling his hands in his lap. "I'm sure your teammates would disagree vehemently with that statement."
She raked a hand through her hair, making a frustrated noise. "I mean you can't just...if you choose to you can kill someone with it. But I, without even meaning to..."
"I am hardly dead, Rogue," he murmured, gently grasping her hand again. He clasped his other hand over top, encasing hers beneath the two.
He was already seeping into her and she closed her eyes, feeling the metal in the room, sensing the objects as he must. "If I held on too long you would be," she reminded, tears sliding down her cheeks. It felt so good, so freeing, and she shook her head in disgust at herself.
He released her hand and she felt his fingers on her face, brushing tears away. "They have taught you to fear your gift."
"No...life did that." Her power was tugging slightly, drawing in fragments of him as his fingers skirted along her face. "I hurt Carol so badly."
"Therefore you should keep from using your gift, is that what you believe?" he asked, and she shook her head, overwhelmed by him inside of her and his fingers on her skin and the metal. God, she could hear the metal everywhere, like it was singing to her.
He dropped his hand and she whimpered, eyes widening in shock as she pressed a hand to her mouth. "I believe that is enough for today," he stated, his eyes darkening and moved back to his desk.
She flew out of the room, her emotions a jumbled mess and headed to the gym, intent on working out her frustration the only way she could.
xxx
Sleep continued to evade her and nothing she tried helped her grasp hold of the tendrils drifting by, teasing her. She rolled onto her side, curling her hands underneath the pillow and sighed. "Can't even count sheep," she muttered, reaching for the small bear that had tumbled to the floor.
She clutched the bear to her chest and slowly kneaded her bottom lip, trying to understand what had transpired between her and Magneto. His voice kept echoing in her mind, asking her how it felt to use her power, her answer resounding loudly. She bit down on her lip, hard, pleased when she tasted blood. She didn't want it to feel good, had no desire to revert back to the careless girl who used her power freely, who'd stalked Dazzler, who had allowed her emotions to run unchecked as jealousy ate away at her very core. Each time she had touched someone it had been exhilarating, the rush of their presence into her a high she'd never quite been able to match. But it hurts them, she reminded herself, tucking her chin to her chest.
They have taught you to fear your gift. She shook her head at Magneto's voice, gripping the bear tighter. "He's wrong."
Sighing, she shut her eyes tightly, wishing for sleep to claim her, to clear her head and let her start the next day fresh. She had no desire to face him with all of these doubts still plaguing her mind. Slowly, she drifted to a haunting slumber, images of her past transgressions assaulting her from all sides. She tossed on the bed, crying out in pain as her mind was assaulted.
In the room down the hall, Magneto listened to her cries, fighting back the urge to seek her out. There was nothing to do when one was being plagued by demons of the past.
xxx
"This is taking longer than you said, darlin'." Logan's accompanied that with a low growl and Rogue smiled at his image on the computer screen, amused by the cigar in his mouth.
"Control usually does," Magneto stated from his vantage point.
Rogue gave him a look to be quiet before turning back to the screen.
"You can't even call us without him there? Blink if you ain't okay."
She rolled her eyes at her friend’s theatrics. "I'm fine, Logan," she assured him. "How is everyone?"
He looked like he was ready to say something before shaking his head. "We're all fine. The Cajun's making moony eyes at anything with legs down here." He chewed on the end of the cigar, looking intently at her. "You sure you're okay? Just say the word, darlin', and we'll be there."
"I am hardly going to harm her, Wolverine." Rogue didn't like the hostility she heard in Magneto's voice and was surprised when she felt a hand on her shoulder, noting that he was right behind her now. "We are working on her acquiring control."
Wolverine growled and she just knew his focus was on the hand clasped on her shoulder. "Every thing's fine, Logan," she promised, smiling broadly, pleased she didn't have to force it as much as she'd thought she would. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Just remember this is your home, Rogue, not that tin can in space," Wolverine reminded, stubbing out his cigar. Magneto's hand tightened imperceptibly on her shoulder and she raised an eyebrow. "I'll let the others know you're still alive."
"Take care of yourself," she murmured, confused by Magneto's obvious ire.
"You too, darlin'," Wolverine stated, and the screen went black.
"Do you enjoy antagonizing him?" she asked, looking up at Magneto and shook her head.
He was staring intently down at her, his expression possessive before he shook his head. "Go," he stated, releasing his grip on her and moved back to his desk. "I will see you at dinner."
She shook her head and rose, confused and a little disturbed, wishing she understood what the hell had just happened. Sighing, she exited the room and walked quickly to the gym. My source of solitude, she thought bitterly, and began her rigorous workout, hoping it would clear her head.
xxx
She was still working out three hours later, forcing herself to keep moving, struggling to overpower the chaos in her head as she continued to pummel one of his robots. The thing just kept coming back and she couldn't seem to back down, taking her frustration out on it. She hated that she wasn't even working up a sweat. It wasn't the same as at the mansion. The robot might be able to take the damage she enacted but it wasn't like the Danger Room or her teammates.
"Dinner is ready," Magneto stated from the doorway, watching her intently.
She landed another hit against the robots jaw, sending it sprawling backwards. "Ain't hungry." She growled when it got back up, advancing towards her. She moved to block its path and was startled when it rose up into the air and was placed in its hibernation bunker beside the others she'd already fought. Whirling around, she glared at Magneto. "I was fighting that."
"Yes, you were and have been doing so since you left my study," he replied, smiling thinly. "Which was a little over three hours ago."
"You can tell time, good for you." She braced her hands on her hips, a rush of indignation flashing through her. "I ain't hungry. I feel like working out."
His eyes narrowed dangerously and he floated towards her, magnetic energy crackling around him. "Then by all means."
She bared her teeth and launched herself towards him, intent on knocking him on his back. He merely sent a pulse of magnetism at her, knocking her over. She growled, moving back towards him and this time, dodged the pulse and continued to fly at him. A bar of metal crashed into her, twisting around her body and trapped her arms behind her back. She struggled futilely against the metal, surprised she couldn't break free. "It is not a metal from Earth," he informed her, slowly moving towards her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I have you quite at my mercy, Rogue. How do you intend to get yourself out of this?"
She didn't respond, glaring at him and waiting for him to move a few inches nearer. Once he did, she kicked out, wrapping her legs around him and twisted. This should have ended up with him on the ground and her hovering in the damn contraption above him. Unfortunately, he kept his grip on the metal wrapped around her body and stayed aloft. "Brute strength will not topple me down," he murmured, his expression intense as he watched her, waiting.
Her eyes narrowed, knowing what he wanted her to do and she shook her head defiantly. "I will not let you out of this," he informed her, and her glare intensified. "Use your gift, Rogue."
"No."
The metal tightened and he shifted closer, his face inches from hers. "Use your gift."
She pressed her lips to his, intent on sucking enough of his power from him to get out and fling the metal at his arrogant head. But she got lost, focusing on the feel of his lips against hers, the metal falling freely from her body as he flowed into her, his hands grasping harshly at her waist. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily as she stared at him, her hands braced against his shoulders, desire filling her. He was watching her intently and she watched the same possessiveness flash in his eyes that she'd noticed earlier, right before his lips crushed hers.
Hunger enveloped her, a deep need making her stomach churn as she clutched desperately to his shoulders. His tongue had edged its way into her mouth and she was drowning under the weight of him rushing into her and his skin on hers and an overwhelming feeling of completeness..."No," she gasped, pushing him away. "No."
She clasped a hand to her mouth and shook her head, trying to suppress the yearning to touch him again. "No." She took off past him and flew to her room, closing the door behind her and shrank back against it, sliding down, defeated. Raking a hand through her hair, she tried to push away her own traitorous thoughts, more confused than ever.
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