It was a good thing Todd had decided to make the first move, there was no telling how long it might taken Rogue to work up the nerve to do it herself.

The kiss was perfect. It was everything she'd hoped a real kiss would be - not a stolen, desperate moment of pressure between lips like she'd experienced in the past, but a real kiss that wasn't rushed or laced with the fear of her mutation. Her own hands lifted, one grasping the front of his coat while the other slid up into his hair, fingers winding through the strands as she pressed closer to him.

She had no idea what she preferred, not in instances where she was actually able to touch someone. That one small difference changed everything about what they could do and how, and so it changed almost everything she knew about what she liked. Almost.