FIC: "Thoughts on Gloves and Scarves and Other Miscellaneous Things" (PG-13) Rogue POV
- Title: Thoughts on Gloves and Scarves and Other
Rated: PG-13 for suggestive sex-ish things.
Summary: Rogue has something to say to everyone.
Category: Rogue POV, some L/Rishness, otherwise not
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, but if you wanted to
hand over the rights, don't think I'd object. And
money isn't even the issue here.
Archive: WRFA, XMFFA, others ask.
A/N: Okay, I've been wearing my gloves and my new
black filmy scarf for the past two hours, and during
this time I've had these thoughts running through my
head that I'm SURE Rogue has had to have had. They're
pretty inevitable, if you ask me. This is short and
meant for amusement and a bit of serious thought.
If you wear gloves and scarves and are as covered from
head to toe as you possibly can be, certain thoughts
pop into your head a lot. It's one of those things
I've become used to. Some of the thoughts are even
kind of funny.
For instance, typing and gloves do not mix. Not
unless you're a really great typist and you know the
keyboard so well you don't have to look at it. Which
isn't me. Or if you use the hunt and peck method.
Yeah, that's more my style. If you want to be a
moderate typist and stay that way, I suggest that you
don't wear gloves.
Buttoning, zipping, and various other ways to fasten
clothing on one's body are incredibly difficult
undertakings. Unbuttoning, unzipping and unfastening
clothing is just about as bad--no, not just because
Logan and I like to get it on with just a thin sheet
between us which means that we have to get *out* of
our clothes first. I'm talking practicality here.
I've really taken to clothes I can just slide into
these days--warm-up pants and shorts, plain tops and
tee-shirts, sandals, all of these have become a large
part of my wardrobe. Yes, I have cute clothes, but
they're really not worth the effort of every day life.
Do you have any idea how strange it is to have little
balls of material resting on the tips of your fingers?
Just think about it. Gloves require two pieces of
cloth shaped like a hand to be sewn together, which
means that there are seams. There are places where
seams just are not comfortable, and the tips of my
fingers are one of them for several reasons. See
typing reason above.
Summer is hot. Summer is a very hot season, even here
in what is known as the New England area. I don't
care how cool you think 70 is. You might come from
Texas where it's 80 degrees in the winter. That
doesn't matter a bit. 70 degrees is pretty hot when
you're wearing gloves, a long sleeved shirt, pants,
socks and a thin scarf that really does keep in more
heat than you'd think sheer material could.
Speaking of scarves, they get caught on everything,
and I do mean *everything*. Going through doorways is
a hazard 'cause your scarf can get caught on a
splinter of wood and nearly choke you to death.
Zippers are things to stay away from when we're
talking scarves, so that just makes me loathe and
despise jeans even more. And when I do wear the
occasional pair of jeans, I'm very careful when using
the restroom. Oh, and you always have to make sure
your scarf is *not* long enough in the back to
actually touch the toilet water. I cannot begin to
tell you the squickiness that feeling brings up in my
stomach. No, it only happened once, but still...
Scarves can be a pain when it comes to other things as
well. I'll cut it short and go to what pops into my
mind the most. That'd be making out with Logan. I
mean, it's all good that they help us get past the
thing. Sheer, filmy ones aren't even that bad. But,
really, I'd just love to feel his lips on my skin once
without my instant mutant whammy kicking in, you know?
Plus when we kiss I want to be able to look into his
eyes without a layer of black or white or red or
purple with white polka dots between us.
It's really hard to cook without getting the gloves
dirty. And a cheap pair is about $15 here. I might
not mind spending the Prof's money--which he's so
generously offered over the past five or six years--on
my gloves and scarves and certain other items which
Logan insists we need to have a fulfilling sex life,
but I draw the line at going through fourteen pairs of
gloves just because I want to bake a fucking batch of
cookies or mix a little stir fry every once in a
while. Washing these gloves is not an easy process,
and in many cases its not even an option anyway.
Another messy part of wearing the gloves and scarves
is having a pet. Sass is the best cat in the world,
but she's gray. She sheds. She tends to like sitting
in my lap and then standing and rubbing all against
me. I can't stop myself from petting her. This all
adds up to much fur-coverage for my gloves and
scarves, and a lint brush doesn't always pick up all
the hair. I know everyone here who has a cat will be
saying, "So what? My cat does that so often I'm
thinking of just telling everyone I've decided to wear
faux fur over every inch of my body." But didn't I
just mention the washing issue? I can't afford dry
cleaning for gloves and scarves every day. No, I
don't want to get rid of my darling little Sassyums.
Just making a point here.
Gloves and scarves and general coverage also have the
distinct disadvantage of reminding everyone around me
who knows me exactly what my mutation can do. There
are times when, yes, I'm sure everyone would be safe
with me removing one or both of my gloves. Like when
I'm playing cards and wearing long sleeves so the only
thing bare would really be my hands. Or when I'm
cooking with Jean, 'Ro, Jubes and Kitty and it's so
very tempting to not use the latex gloves Jean has
always held out to me since the time I threw a
stainless steel mixing bowl out one of the
windows--one of the *closed* windows.
Of course, when I get thoughts like these, it's always
easy to remember those first days after I came back
from my little excursion to the Statue of Liberty.
When I stripped one of my gloves to eat an apple
without getting the juice all over it and Jubes,
Kitty, Bobby and St. John all sort of inched away
until I was done. When I was washing dishes
barehanded one night and Jean walked up behind me and
laid a pair of latex gloves on my shoulder. When I
wore a tank top the first day that I was at the
mansion and it was over 75 degrees outisde and no one
came near me until I went back inside and put on a
sheer long-sleeved shirt.
But there are short moments in time when those days
don't bother me at all. Like when Logan looks at me
and brushes a piece of hair out of my eyes with his
bare hand while we're watching TV. When I wear my
little white tank top and matching thong to bed and
his eyes light up, and I know he's not thinking about
how deadly my skin is but how much he wants me. When
Jubes, who's now my best friend, suggests that I model
a bikini while we're out shopping.
You asked me what I thought about wearing all this
shit. I've given you my thoughts. Now I'll sum it
all up in a few sentences. Wearing gloves and scarves
and being covered almost all the time can really suck,
especially when people first meet me. But I can
tolerate it because the people who love and support me
are all around, making sure that I can take off the
gloves once in a while, shed the scarves and the
suffocating layers, and just be me.
You know what they say. Big claws, big....
~Sarah says from the Wolverine X-Fiction Site
It's the people who claim they're perfectly sane who really scare me.
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