Title: Dall'Acqua (From The Water)
Author: Princess Twilite (princesstwilite2@...
Rating: NC-17 -for sexual situations-
Summary: In the space of two days, Rogue had fallen in love with her
Spoilers: X-Men 2 (movie-verse)
Genre: Romance, Angst, Humor, Future Fic
Disclaimer: Not mine
Distribution: List archives, yes. Otherwise, you only have to ask.
Cover Art: http://www.shippersunited.com/dallacqua2.gif
Beta Reader: A.J., who puts up with me and my slow work on TRAFH,
and lets me hound her with far too much beta work.
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"This is my invitation, but how do I begin?" - My
Invitation, Sarah Slean.
* * * *
Dall'Acqua (From The Water) 1/3
by Princess Twilite
Scott stood with his back to the water, watching Rogue climb
down the steps toward the beach. The wind whipped her skirt against
her legs, twisting the blue cloth around her ankles. She stumbled a
little, but caught herself with the railing, cursing like a sailor.
He covered his mouth, hiding a grin. She stopped at the bottom step,
lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. He assumed she was
searching for his familiar figure somewhere on the beach and started
toward her across the sand.
She smiled when she caught sight of him. "There you are."
Scott nodded and gestured around them in explanation. "I
thought I'd check out the scenery while you were taking a shower.
Make sure the ocean was still there."
Rogue shook her head at his bad joke, not laughing. His
humor was horrible as it was; he didn't need encouragement.
is where you blackmailed me into coming?" She stepped past him,
walking sandal-footed across the stretch of sand between her and the
water. "It's really... big. And nice."
"I like the smell of saltwater," Scott replied, coming up
behind her and placing a warm hand on the bare skin of her shoulder.
Rogue flinched slightly, still far from used to being touched. It
had only been a few months since she'd gained controls over her
powers, but only Scott, Logan, and once, Ororo, had dared to touch
"That's what that smell is?" Rogue asked, wrinkling her
and tossing him a look. Clearly, she wasn't as charmed as he was
the surrounding scenery. "Is there a way to make it go away?"
Scott looked at her sharply. "You don't like it?"
She blinked, smiling blandly. "I love it."
"Right." He smiled unevenly. "Well, breathe through your
mouth if it's going to be a bother." When she did as
touched her chin with his fingertips and guided her face toward the
water. "Now, look at that view."
A sweet burst of surprise moved through her as she finally
let herself fully take in the vastness of the ocean. "God,
"Isn't it?" He paused, looking at her profile, before
forcing his eyes to return to the view. "I've always loved
water. It's like outer-space, but right here in front of us."
"I never thought of it like that," Rogue replied, a line
between her eyebrows. And then she shrugged carelessly, looping her
arm through his and squeezing briefly. "It's lovely. Thanks
bringing me here."
"Anytime," he said, smiling down at her.
The pale line of her neck winked at him as she glanced up,
smiling in return.
* * * *
Rogue stumbled her way into high heels while slipping an
earring into her earlobe at the same time, scowling in frustration
when she couldn't perform the miraculous feat. Scott leaned
the kitchen counter in his suit jacket, watching her in amusement.
Her scowl turned on him full force, eyes glinting behind a slash of
"If you laugh, I'll make you cry."
It was said with enough venom that Scott raised an amused
eyebrow, mouth trembling with repressed humor. "And how will you
this, pray tell?"
"Very, very slowly." She strode toward him so quickly that
he had to quell the urge to back up, even though it was impossible.
A soundless sigh moved through him when she turned her back to him
and gestured vaguely. "Zip."
Scott blinked, looking down at the slit in the fabric of the
dress, at the flesh hinted at between the folds of cloth. He wet his
lips and then carefully slid the zipper up until it caught at the
top, and he realized it was fully closed. His fingertips brushed her
skin very lightly, in the most ghostly of touches. "There,"
quietly, and she stepped away from him. His hands hung suspended for
a single second, reaching, before he could pull them down and tuck
them into the pockets of his slacks.
"Thanks," she replied, distracted, still trying to put the
"Do you need help with that too?" He asked, dryly. "I
say that I've ever done it before. Once, when I was a teenager,
contemplated piercing my ear, but I saw my friend get it done and he
bled all over the place.
She curled her nose and dropped her hand, done. "I've got
it, but thanks." When she would have turned toward the mirror
hanging on the wall, Scott cleared his throat quietly and she
glanced at him over her shoulder.
"You look... beautiful," he said, voice tight. A strange
expression blunted his features, making him appear tense.
Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Thank you."
He nodded, straightening away from the counter. "Are you
ready to go?"
Rogue met his eyes, and then looked around her. "Well, even
though it's a bit irresponsible in a way that's not like you,
suppose the unpacking can wait until we come back from dinner."
"That's the spirit of vacation," Scott reminded her. He
walked over to the door and pulled it open, gesturing grandly for
her to exit. She gave a mocking curtsy and did so, sashaying through
the doorway. He shot one last sweeping look around the beach house,
gleaming with the afternoon sunlight, and left with her.
The next week was going to be interesting, one way or another.
* * * *
Scott remained quiet on the ride to the restaurant, and
Rogue found herself engrossed in watching the scenery. Even with the
windows rolled all the way up, she swore she could smell the ocean
as they drove past the rolling, sandy hills that Cape Cod called its
own. Light Towers shone in the distance, only just turned on, a dull
flashing yellow in the still light evening. In the distance, a
seagull flew serenely through the cloudless sky, floating down to
the earth with ease.
"It's so beautiful," she sighed.
"Mmm," was his only reply. She looked at him in reaction,
and startled a little upon seeing him looking at her and not the
road. He immediately focused on the road again.
"Scott," she began, quietly. "I only let you talk me
coming here, away from our work, under the impression that you would
eventually tell me what's been on your mind lately."
He only shrugged his shoulders.
Frustrated, she blew out a breath. "Why did you really take
me here? I know you're worried about me, but I can't figure
"You work too hard," he said flatly. "When you're
teaching, you're training. When you're not doing that,
you're on a
mission with us. It's been a long time since you've even sat
with me, had a drink, and played a game of cards."
"I've never really liked cards," Rogue replied absently.
"Me either, but we've still always played them." He
his lips together, in the way he did when he was fighting
annoyance. "I didn't think I needed a motivation to want to
best friend on a vacation."
"I'm not saying you have to. I'm just saying that you
have to worry about me." Rogue reached over and laid her hand
his forearm in a rare display of physical affection. "I've
big girl for a long time, Scott. I can take care of myself."
"I know it," Scott said. He remained a strange type of still
beneath her touch. "I've known it for a long time, but that
make me any less interested in your welfare. You're important to
Marie. You always have been."
Rogue blinked. He only used her real name when he was very
serious and sometimes sad. Casually, she pulled her hand from his
arm, smiling widely. "I bet you say that to all the mutant girls
with brain-sucking powers."
"Nah," he replied, softly. "Just one. Just you."
Rogue looked at him sharply, but his sunglasses only
reflected her own face and she couldn't read anything in the set
his jaw. Complicated, she thought grouchily and turned back to the
scenery. Things were complicated between them lately, and she
couldn't pin point why it had become so.
However, she was entirely sure the blame lay solely on him.
On the horizon, a small, crowded town appeared. She perked
up, studying it with interest. Beside her, Scott smiled at her
pleasure. She rarely got the glowing look of new discovery on her
face these days. She'd become more jaded, hardened, and it
him to see the shadows beneath her eyes.
"It's... cute," she said, a line between her eyebrows as
she was displeased with her own description of the town.
"I know what you mean." Scott nodded, and then pointed
a building at their left. "That's the restaurant. We're
have to park about a block away though, because these streets are
too crowded and we're never going to find a space."
She nodded, still eyeing the buildings surrounding them.
"I knew you'd like it here," he said, with satisfaction.
Rogue shot him a look. "Wow there, Captain. Just because I
like the look of it, that doesn't mean it's going to be the
pleasant experience of my life."
Scott frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
Rogue looked at him oddly, tucking a strand of hair behind
her ear. "Stop being so defensive. I was only kidding."
"Right." He shook his head. "Sorry. I'm just...
hungry. I'll stop being so grumpy, I promise."
She shrugged. "I don't care. It's not like you
grumpy with me a million times before. In fact, I might one day get
veteran privileges for going to war with you on a daily basis."
"Yes, but this is different." Before she could ask him how,
he had slowed the car down and pulled into a parking space. "It
be about a half-mile walk. Your feet..."
"Will be perfectly fine," she insisted, and opened the door.
A gust of air blew her perfume toward him, a tantalizing scent that
teased his nostrils. She glanced at him over her shoulder before
slamming the door shut "My stomach, however, is just as grumpy as
yours. Let's go eat. Like now."
He got out of the car and locked it behind him, before
walking to where she waited impatiently on the sidewalk, holding her
hair with her palms so that the wind wouldn't mess it up. The
darkening day cast her in deeper reds, and there was a single hitch
in his belly that he dutifully ignored.
"The wind's picked up," he said, unnecessarily. She
and rolled her eyes as if to say `duh.' Scott ignored her
out his arm for her to take. Used to his odd acts of chivalry, Rogue
slipped her arm through his, patting the muscle beneath her
fingertips. The wind played with a few strands of his hair, pulling
it messily across his forehead.
She'd never understand why he remained single for such long
stretches. Once, she'd assumed it was because of Jean, but her
had been nearly ten years ago. A month ago, when curiosity got the
best of her, Rogue had asked him why he didn't date more.
"Well," he had begun thoughtfully, leaning back against the
couch. There had been a strange quality to his voice, like he
sure of his words. "I guess I'm just waiting for something
"Penny for your thoughts," the Now-Scott said into her ear.
Rogue blinked, pulled back to the present. She only looked at him
and shook her head. Some things were better left unspoken.
Surprisingly, he let her off the hook.
It took only a few minutes to walk to the restaurant. They
passed more than one person on the street that looked at Scott with
visible wariness, but he seemed unfazed by it, as if he was used to
being eyed with such trepidation. She couldn't imagine it. They
both worn visible reminders of their mutation, but hers was often
considered just a gothic fashion statement by most of the people she
had met during her life. Only other mutants guessed that she was one
He opened the door for her, touching the curve of her back
gently as he ushered her inside. But it seemed, for just a second,
that his hand lingered before it dropped away. They remained silent
as they waited for the Hostess to seat them.
"Welcome to the Charlotte Belle," a woman dressed in a sharp
black suit said, walking toward them with her fingers threaded
together. "We serve the best in Southern Cuisine this side of the
country. Two for tonight?"
Rogue shot him an amused glance. Southern?
He smiled smugly, showing his incisors wolfishly. "Yes. Two."
"If you have extra room for an ego, that'd be nice,"
drawled. "You know how you get, sweetie," she teased,
arm. "If your ego doesn't have a place to sit down, your
complex kicks in."
Scott's lips thinned, and he laughed dryly. "Funny, darling.
"Married long?" The Hostess asked kindly as she led them
toward a table in the back. The lighting was lower there, like it
had to go through a filter just to touch the air.
Scott disengaged himself from her and then looped a long arm
around her shoulders, tugging her into the crook of his arm. Rogue
looked up at him in shock as his face descended toward hers.
Quickly, she looked forward, feeling awkward and embarrassed while
he rubbed his nose lovingly across her cheekbone.
"Newlyweds," he whispered, hot air teasing her skin.
Rogue felt curiously short of breath.
"Ah, that explains it," the Hostess said, and gestured
toward their table. Rogue scurried from beneath his arm and into a
chair before he could pull it out. Scott, amused, casually took a
"Public displays of affection," Scott explained ruefully,
looking up at the Hostess. "She hates them."
"Aw, a few years and she'll get over it." She wiggled
ring finger. On it was a sturdy gold wedding band. "Trust me.
here are your menus." She set them down on the table, politely
ignoring Rogue's furious blush. "The waitress will be here
minute to take your orders. I hope your dinner is as lovely as your
marriage is bound to be."
"Thanks," Rogue said, through clenched teeth. "I
The Hostess nodded and walked away. Rogue immediately kicked
Scott beneath the table. He winced, banging his knee off the table
as he pulled it away from her.
"Ow! Damn it, what was that about?"
"Newlyweds!" She hissed, seething. "Drop dead."
"You teased me first," he complained, bending until his chin
was nearly touching the pristine tablecloth to rub his sore
shin. "It was a joke."
"I don't appreciate being manhandled," she said, lifting
chin. She eyed him haughtily down her nose, in the way only truly
southern-blooded women could pull off. "Joke or no joke. I'm
you remember what I did to you that time you tossed me into the
Scott swallowed, paling slightly . "In detail."
She bared her teeth at him, leaning forward to rest her
elbows on the table and look him hard in the face. It was he who had
taught her intimidation. "Get my point?"
He nodded, straightening in his chair. There was something
in his eyes, something that made Rogue pause and lean back a little
as he opened his mouth to speak. A young girl with a bouncy ponytail
and a perky smile stopped at their table. Scott's gaze went to
and he blew out a frustrated breath.
"My name is Samantha," she said, smiling brightly. In her
hands, she clutched a basket of rolls. "I'm here to take your
Scott looked over at Rogue, who was biting her bottom lip,
and then back up at Samantha. "I think we're going to need
She nodded. "That's fine. I'll be back in about five to
your order." Before she left, she set a basket of fluffy rolls
onto the table. Rogue's hand snatched out immediately, grabbing a
roll from the top. Samantha eyed her warily, shocked by the display.
She began to slowly back away.
"I think you frightened her," Scott pointed out, amused. He
glanced at Samantha's quickly retreating form, and then back at
friend, who was getting into the roll the way some people got into
"I'm terrifying," Rogue agreed wryly, mumbling around
food. She was far too engrossed to see the way his smile weakened
and his throat worked like he'd gotten something stuck there.
Scott nearly said that yes, she really was, but he kept his
mouth shut, swallowing the words back. Instead, he took a roll
himself, buttering it carefully and avoiding her oblivious eyes.
She'd never know, it seemed. She'd never understand exactly
kept him at her side, year after year. And he found he was too much
of a coward to tell her.
Rogue swallowed and licked her fingers to clear them of
butter. Her eyes landed on Scott, narrowing. "Are you going to
* * * *
"God, that was good," Rogue groaned happily as Scott
unlocked the house doors. She rubbed her stomach on a happy hum,
standing behind him. "I haven't eaten like that in a
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Scott said, gesturing for her
enter before him. As she passed, he caught another whiff of her
perfume. Familiar. Rich. Sexy. Much like the woman herself.
been a while since I had a meal like that myself."
"Better than sex," she said, in her offhand way.
Scott nearly tripped on the rug, dropping the keys. Their
sharp jingle sounded embarrassingly loud, and he laughed nervously
as he bent to retrieve them.
"Clutz," Rogue murmured, as she took her earrings out and
set them on the counter. Scott remained in his crouched position,
watching her intensely. The moonlight fell across her hair in thick
waves, highlighting the light streaks around her face. The removal
of her earrings had been such an intimate thing to witness that it
made his stomach ache, and it throbbed in accompaniment to his heart.
Pain. Lust. Heat.
Scott turned his face down, clutching the keys in his hand,
afraid that she would notice his expression and have a reason to be
afraid of him. Hell, she *should* be. Swallowing hard, acutely aware
of the blood rushing between his thighs, he stood awkwardly.
"I think I'm just going to go to bed," he told her,
the inside of his cheek to keep himself from groaning. He turned
his shoulder to her and ate up the space between him and the
curving staircase. "I'm beat. Today's been a long
"But fun," he heard her call softly. "Sleep well."
Scott paused at the drawling sadness in her voice, and even
though he told himself not to, turned to look down at her. She stood
next to the window, rubbing a hand over the back of her neck. Desire
warmed his face, even as emotion cooled his heart. She looked so
"You're not going to bed?" He asked, palming the smooth
banister and leaning forward as if he could get a better look at her
She didn't turn, but her hand stilled. "In a little while. I
think I might call home and see if everyone is doing okay without
Scott pursed his lips. "Is everything all right?"
Finally, she tossed him a careful look, eyes glittering up
at him through the moon-wet shadows. "Of course. But I think you
have me pegged, Scott. The work is hard to let go. This will be good
"Don't stay up long," he told her.
"Don't nag." Then her back was to him again, and Scott
left with the feeling that he'd had for months. She was the most
beautiful creature in his life. And she was also the unhappiest.
Three hours later, Scott tossed in uneasy consciousness. It
was brutally apparent that he wouldn't sleep well tonight. There
no way to get comfortable in his present state. He was used to
sleeping a room away from her, but he wasn't used to doing so
they were all alone. Occasionally, after her infamous break up with
Bobby the day before their wedding, she had crawled into bed with
him and slept on top of the covers with her head buried in her own
arm, but that had been rare and things were different then. He
hadn't been in love with her.
Blood burning hot, he stared up at the naked ceiling,
wondering at the shadows dancing along its surface. The ray from the
Light House spun, flashing directly through his bare, open window
every few seconds. It should have helped him to sleep with its
lulling monotony, but it only made him more aware of how very close
she was, and how if they made love tonight, they wouldn't have
worry about anyone else hearing.
The back of his throat closed up in need.
Damn it, Rogue.
Giving in, Scott rubbed a hand along the muscles of his
stomach, letting out a broken groan as his hand slipped lower,
Later, much later, with guilt twitching inside his belly,
Scott slipped inside her bedroom to check on her. It wasn't
something he normally did. Only on nights like these, when he gave
into his baser impulses. He always felt like he had somehow wronged
her and violated their friendship by thinking of her while he
brought himself to a lonely, cold orgasm. He had to make it okay
Rogue lay sprawled on her front across the bed, taking up
all the space in the way single people used to having the bed
completely to themselves did. The blanket had been kicked to the
floor, sheets to the bottom of the bed, and he had no idea where her
With a sigh, he let his gaze travel over the bare skin of
her calves, where they were revealed by her riding nightgown. Her
flesh, always looking so soft, fairly glowed in the spinning beam
from the Light House. Gently, he gripped the sheets she'd
and lifted them over her body. She shivered a little as the cool air
generated from the motion brushed over her sleeping form.
"Scott," she murmured huskily, and he stilled, shaken.
She was still asleep. She didn't know she had spoken his name.
Scott took a deep breath and leaned forward, brushing a
whisper-soft kiss across the bare flesh of her right shoulder,
pulling back before he could give into the temptation of her slack
"Sleep," he said, smiling weakly at her as he forced himself
from her side and from her bed. Temptation was one thing. Masochism
was entirely something else.
* * * *