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xp_logs Rogue missed Kane, and he missed her too.... and now she's back...for two weeks. Only two weeks.
“Wait, security didn’t delay you? I specifically told Customs that you’d be smuggling drugs. And cheese. Mostly cheese.”
Garrison said, arms crossed over his broad chest and leaning against the side of his car as he watched her leave the terminal. There was an advantage to the cherry that he’d slapped on his roof, making all the uniforms stay away from his potentially illegal parking job.
Rogue rolled her eyes, a smile on her face while she pulled her suitcase behind her....okay both her suitcases. It was a struggle to even downsize to two suitcases. Rogue had never been accused of travelling lightly. "I told Customs the cheese was up my ass, and wouldn't you know it, they seemed okay to let me go." She dropped her handles, and threw herself at her best friend, nuzzling right into his neck with her arms draped around him. "I used all the lube I brought you, so when I fuck you later, you'll have to pretend it doesn't hurt."
"That sounds like the Marie I was waiting for." Kane said, lifting her up in a hug. "Fuck, it is good to see you, babe. Thank you again for coming down,"
"Obviously," she responded back. "I heard the please in your message, and that scared me. I can't turn down that kind of plea, sugah, so here I am." She let go and looked at him. "Honestly, I was bored and you knew it. I also needed the vacay, and I guess New York is as good as any. Now, be a good boy and get my bags. I'm a helpless female, rememeber?"
"Ah, calculating and manipulative. I've missed knuckling under." He said wryly, collecting her bags and tossing them into the truck of his car as she got in. "So, I've even aired out your rooms and the wolf has inspected them. Oh yeah, the wolf is still here. No explanation yet."
"Is there even an explanation that would work?" Rogue got into the car and buckled up, automatically dialing the radio station to classic rock. "I'm glad wolf-bro approved, otherwise I'd have to kick you out of your rooms, and make you sleep on the couch and then everyone would realize who has the pants in this relationship."
"Yeah, despite years of my protests, everyone still thinks you wear the pants regardless, Beulah. Even the wolf, and he's never met you." Kane flipped the radio back to the ancient CD player as the first sounds of 'Poets' filled the car. "Also, I don't think I warned anyone that you're coming, so, you know, you got that going for you."
Rogue glared at the radio but she couldn't argue with the Hip. She'd never win anyways. He would pick Gord Downie over her any day of the week. "Okay, cool, I'm assuming it's because you don't want me to tell people you askedfor help, and that's fine. I'll tell everyone that." She leaned back in her chair and tugged off her toque, letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders. 'So what kind of shit show am I walking into by the way?"
"Well, let me see. Quentin got sucked into a cult, which oddly, turned out to be bad news to his immense surprise. A bunch of X-Men got caught up in an attack by them and then X-Factor took them apart but got dinged around doing it. So there's only a couple of us at full strength and one is Jean, doing double duty in the medlab. So if anything happens, well... I'm a lot more comfortable when my favourite super-strong and invulnerable hillbilly is ready to roll in support."
"Oh." Did any of that surprise her? Not really. "That's ...unfortunate on so many levels. So I guess I'm the only one here to save the day like always. I should start asking for a commission.or something. Like 5$ a punch, 10$ a kick, 25$ to pick them up and dump them in a ditch."
"So it's like your Onlyfans pricing." He said, "Seriously, this is mostly me worrying, but to be honest, and you can make fun of me all you want, but I feel a lot better with you being around."
"Acceptance is a vital part of mindfulness and recognizing something is beyond us." Rogue reached out and put her hand on his thigh. "So tell me how this makes you feel .... but honestly don't, I'm here, okay? You called and wanted me, and I'm here. I'm always here." She raised her eyebrow. "But only two weeks, got it? I have a life up there, merci beaucoup."
"I promise, you don't need to be here longer than you feel. But- I don't know, after the last five years, I'm always waiting for the ceiling to fall in." He gave her a slightly embarrassed smile, momentarily back to the young man she met years ago. "So yeah, if it does, I'm happy when you're here to deal with all the same shit I have to."
"ooooh, there we go," she exclaimed, sitting up in her seat. "This is a trauma bond. You don't want to be the one suffering the most, you want me to suffer too so we can both complain together and I'll understand. Awwwww, babe." Rogue laughed and reached into her pocket, pulling out a piece of gum and offering him one. "I'm here for you. It's been a shitty go again..."
"Ooh, Juicy Fruit." Kane grabbed a piece just as 'The Darkest Ones' came on. "You know what, we need you now. And I'm speaking in 'we' so I don't have to be honest. Ain't I great?"
"I love the general "we". It's so nice. The ROYAL we, in fact." Rogue grinned. "And you are aware I won't let you get away from proper emotions right? We'll debrief eventually on this, and I'll bring the notepad and glasses you love so much. You're more honest when you're horny anyways."
"Wait, the glasses? That is dirty pool, Beulah." Kane hurumphed. "You're going to need to fight off all the people who love that you're back first."
"
Rogue smiled widely. "I can't wait. It sounds so exciting to me. I have a solid friend group up there, but this is nice, being around again. I like it. I've missed it." She blew him a kiss. "And you too, I guess. You're like near the top 5 of reasons to come back to this land of terrible beer."
"I'm glad I can convince you to join us. Because, well, fuck- I mean. We need you."
"I need you guys too," she responded, her tone showing all joking was done. "I am glad I could do this. This is going to be good. But two weeks. Two weeks, Kane. You hear me?"
“Wait, security didn’t delay you? I specifically told Customs that you’d be smuggling drugs. And cheese. Mostly cheese.”
Garrison said, arms crossed over his broad chest and leaning against the side of his car as he watched her leave the terminal. There was an advantage to the cherry that he’d slapped on his roof, making all the uniforms stay away from his potentially illegal parking job.
Rogue rolled her eyes, a smile on her face while she pulled her suitcase behind her....okay both her suitcases. It was a struggle to even downsize to two suitcases. Rogue had never been accused of travelling lightly. "I told Customs the cheese was up my ass, and wouldn't you know it, they seemed okay to let me go." She dropped her handles, and threw herself at her best friend, nuzzling right into his neck with her arms draped around him. "I used all the lube I brought you, so when I fuck you later, you'll have to pretend it doesn't hurt."
"That sounds like the Marie I was waiting for." Kane said, lifting her up in a hug. "Fuck, it is good to see you, babe. Thank you again for coming down,"
"Obviously," she responded back. "I heard the please in your message, and that scared me. I can't turn down that kind of plea, sugah, so here I am." She let go and looked at him. "Honestly, I was bored and you knew it. I also needed the vacay, and I guess New York is as good as any. Now, be a good boy and get my bags. I'm a helpless female, rememeber?"
"Ah, calculating and manipulative. I've missed knuckling under." He said wryly, collecting her bags and tossing them into the truck of his car as she got in. "So, I've even aired out your rooms and the wolf has inspected them. Oh yeah, the wolf is still here. No explanation yet."
"Is there even an explanation that would work?" Rogue got into the car and buckled up, automatically dialing the radio station to classic rock. "I'm glad wolf-bro approved, otherwise I'd have to kick you out of your rooms, and make you sleep on the couch and then everyone would realize who has the pants in this relationship."
"Yeah, despite years of my protests, everyone still thinks you wear the pants regardless, Beulah. Even the wolf, and he's never met you." Kane flipped the radio back to the ancient CD player as the first sounds of 'Poets' filled the car. "Also, I don't think I warned anyone that you're coming, so, you know, you got that going for you."
Rogue glared at the radio but she couldn't argue with the Hip. She'd never win anyways. He would pick Gord Downie over her any day of the week. "Okay, cool, I'm assuming it's because you don't want me to tell people you askedfor help, and that's fine. I'll tell everyone that." She leaned back in her chair and tugged off her toque, letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders. 'So what kind of shit show am I walking into by the way?"
"Well, let me see. Quentin got sucked into a cult, which oddly, turned out to be bad news to his immense surprise. A bunch of X-Men got caught up in an attack by them and then X-Factor took them apart but got dinged around doing it. So there's only a couple of us at full strength and one is Jean, doing double duty in the medlab. So if anything happens, well... I'm a lot more comfortable when my favourite super-strong and invulnerable hillbilly is ready to roll in support."
"Oh." Did any of that surprise her? Not really. "That's ...unfortunate on so many levels. So I guess I'm the only one here to save the day like always. I should start asking for a commission.or something. Like 5$ a punch, 10$ a kick, 25$ to pick them up and dump them in a ditch."
"So it's like your Onlyfans pricing." He said, "Seriously, this is mostly me worrying, but to be honest, and you can make fun of me all you want, but I feel a lot better with you being around."
"Acceptance is a vital part of mindfulness and recognizing something is beyond us." Rogue reached out and put her hand on his thigh. "So tell me how this makes you feel .... but honestly don't, I'm here, okay? You called and wanted me, and I'm here. I'm always here." She raised her eyebrow. "But only two weeks, got it? I have a life up there, merci beaucoup."
"I promise, you don't need to be here longer than you feel. But- I don't know, after the last five years, I'm always waiting for the ceiling to fall in." He gave her a slightly embarrassed smile, momentarily back to the young man she met years ago. "So yeah, if it does, I'm happy when you're here to deal with all the same shit I have to."
"ooooh, there we go," she exclaimed, sitting up in her seat. "This is a trauma bond. You don't want to be the one suffering the most, you want me to suffer too so we can both complain together and I'll understand. Awwwww, babe." Rogue laughed and reached into her pocket, pulling out a piece of gum and offering him one. "I'm here for you. It's been a shitty go again..."
"Ooh, Juicy Fruit." Kane grabbed a piece just as 'The Darkest Ones' came on. "You know what, we need you now. And I'm speaking in 'we' so I don't have to be honest. Ain't I great?"
"I love the general "we". It's so nice. The ROYAL we, in fact." Rogue grinned. "And you are aware I won't let you get away from proper emotions right? We'll debrief eventually on this, and I'll bring the notepad and glasses you love so much. You're more honest when you're horny anyways."
"Wait, the glasses? That is dirty pool, Beulah." Kane hurumphed. "You're going to need to fight off all the people who love that you're back first."
"
Rogue smiled widely. "I can't wait. It sounds so exciting to me. I have a solid friend group up there, but this is nice, being around again. I like it. I've missed it." She blew him a kiss. "And you too, I guess. You're like near the top 5 of reasons to come back to this land of terrible beer."
"I'm glad I can convince you to join us. Because, well, fuck- I mean. We need you."
"I need you guys too," she responded, her tone showing all joking was done. "I am glad I could do this. This is going to be good. But two weeks. Two weeks, Kane. You hear me?"
