Rogue had never gotten to have the normal first kiss scenario with anyone until Steve. She'd tried back when she was seventeen, but the guy had ended up in a coma. Every kiss after that point had been careful, measured, and restrained for fear of hurting her partner. Not that Remy had ever really heeded her warnings, of course - the silly Cajun had ended up passed out on the floor more times than she cared to remember, and he still didn't regret a single one of them. He'd called her mutation a 'challenge', and no one had ever said that Remy LeBeau didn't love a challenge.
If she hadn't been in a moment of very good headspace, Steve's comment about killing him would have had her right back to crying all over him, and quite possibly running the other direction entirely. She hadn't tested her control over her powers in this world, not to their full extent at least, but that didn't mean that she didn't worry about it. The very idea of hurting Steve by being close to him terrified her, but that was why she didn't think on it too much. The more she thought about it, the more she would just get in the way of her own happiness, and she refused to let herself do that in this life.
That pointed look that he gave had her trying to look innocent and failing rather miserably. He did have a point about getting to know each other. She was so used to having everyone in her head that not having him there was actually a bit of an obstacle - she didn't have that automatic sense of who he was and how his thoughts worked; she'd have to figure that out on her own.
Names. Right, starting with the basics. It was a good place, really. "My maiden name is D'Ancanto, from the family that adopted me when I was eight," she explained, straightening his open button-down shirt just to give her an excuse to keep touching him. "My husband was Remy LeBeau, and both of those names are on all legal documentation in this world. As for what I'd like to be called..." She sighed heavily and shook her head. "I don't want to forget who I am. It would be nice to have someone call me Rogue, it's who I've been for the past fifteen years, but even if I said it was a nickname it might be hard to explain to people. And I know it's not easy to keep things like that straight, that sometimes the wrong one slips out, and I don't want to put that pressure on you. So... call me Marie." The decision made her ache inside, her breath hitching slightly as she had the completely irrational sense that she was losing a part of herself this way. But it was the only option she could see, and as desperately as she wanted to hear him call her by the name she most identified with now, it had to be better this way.
She forced a nonchalant shrug and a flimsy smile as she continued, "Besides, without my gloves, I don't really feel like Rogue anymore. I still carry them around just in case, but it's not the same." In the moment, she didn't realize that he had no content for her explanation or that any of it might be confusion for him.
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If she hadn't been in a moment of very good headspace, Steve's comment about killing him would have had her right back to crying all over him, and quite possibly running the other direction entirely. She hadn't tested her control over her powers in this world, not to their full extent at least, but that didn't mean that she didn't worry about it. The very idea of hurting Steve by being close to him terrified her, but that was why she didn't think on it too much. The more she thought about it, the more she would just get in the way of her own happiness, and she refused to let herself do that in this life.
That pointed look that he gave had her trying to look innocent and failing rather miserably. He did have a point about getting to know each other. She was so used to having everyone in her head that not having him there was actually a bit of an obstacle - she didn't have that automatic sense of who he was and how his thoughts worked; she'd have to figure that out on her own.
Names. Right, starting with the basics. It was a good place, really. "My maiden name is D'Ancanto, from the family that adopted me when I was eight," she explained, straightening his open button-down shirt just to give her an excuse to keep touching him. "My husband was Remy LeBeau, and both of those names are on all legal documentation in this world. As for what I'd like to be called..." She sighed heavily and shook her head. "I don't want to forget who I am. It would be nice to have someone call me Rogue, it's who I've been for the past fifteen years, but even if I said it was a nickname it might be hard to explain to people. And I know it's not easy to keep things like that straight, that sometimes the wrong one slips out, and I don't want to put that pressure on you. So... call me Marie." The decision made her ache inside, her breath hitching slightly as she had the completely irrational sense that she was losing a part of herself this way. But it was the only option she could see, and as desperately as she wanted to hear him call her by the name she most identified with now, it had to be better this way.
She forced a nonchalant shrug and a flimsy smile as she continued, "Besides, without my gloves, I don't really feel like Rogue anymore. I still carry them around just in case, but it's not the same." In the moment, she didn't realize that he had no content for her explanation or that any of it might be confusion for him.