Whispers

 
 

wonders

He wonders at the way she fits against him, at how she only draws even closer where others walk away. He wonders at how she can get so angry at him, green eyes flashing, slender hands on the curves of her hips, her accent thick as she lets him have it, and then minutes later, she's all his again, tucked into his arms, and murmuring pleasantly in his ear.

He wonders at her welcoming smiles, her comforting arms, her easily riled temper. What lies behind those sparkling eyes?

She is his Rogue, his fire, his love.

Sometimes he just wonders.

 


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