Chapter Six: Date Night

Rogue was in such a rush she thought of just phasing through her bedroom door, but something went wrong and she slammed right into it. "Damn!" she yelled in frustration. Even though she was in pain she fished through her bag to find her key. She was able to find even it though it took a few minutes. By that time Kitty was walking down the hall.

"Something wrong, Rogue?" she asked as she stopped by the door.

"Only that ah tried to phase through the door, but it didn't work," she said and turned the key.

As they both walked inside Kitty said, "That used to happen to me a lot. It just takes practice."

"Well, ah got a date t'night and what if it happens if we..." Kitty laughed which made Rogue turn around to face her. "That's not funny."

"I'm sorry, but I was just thinking of you and Remy kissing and you phasing right through him. The same thing happened the first time me and Lance tried to kiss. I was so embarrassed."

"That's not what I wanted to hear," Rogue said as she rifled through her closet to find the right outfit. There was that little black dress that Kitty bought her for Christmas, but she never dared wear it. It was a mini that barely covered her ass and with string straps and good amount of cleavage. Tonight was as good a night as any to wear it. How long this power switch was going to last was anyone's guess.

"So, you're finally going to wear that?" Kitty squealed.

"Yeah, and ah always liked it, but it's was always too dangerous a dress."

"Still is," Kitty said and plopped down on her bed. "Don't know what I'm going to wear, or how to tell Lance about this."

"Come on Kitty, just be honest. If he loves you then he'll understand."

"But I was going to wear that wrap dress I just bought, but it has no sleeves, and..."

"Wait, ah got an idea." Rogue said and ran over to her dresser. In the top drawer she had a collection of gloves and pulled out a pair of shear long gloves with some flowered embroidery. "Ah think these will do."

"Those are so pretty," Kitty said coming up to inspect them. "When did you get these?"

"A present from Remy," Rogue said as Kitty hesitated taking them. "Ah only wore them once, but you can borrow them."

"They looked like they were special, so I don't want to get them all messed up or any. Are you sure?" Kitty asked, looking hopeful but not wanting to come off as pushy.

"Of course ah am," Rogue said. "Ah know my powers and these will help."

"Now, what about kissing? Lance always wants to kiss and if we do I'll drain him."

"Then use this, Rogue said and pulled out one of her special handkerchiefs. Kitty looked skeptical. "Don't worry. It's never been used."

"It's not that," Kitty said and took the dainty piece of cloth from Rogue, but how do I do it."

"Well, when you want to kiss just hold it up between you. That way there's no danger from touchin'"

"Okay, but is it going to feel the same?" she asked but Rogue just rolled her eyes and smirked.

"Don't knock it until you tried it," Rogue said and left for the bathroom to change. She carried the dress on one arm while strapping her makeup bag over her shoulder. She also had the things she needed to fix her hair in that bag, so she didn't have to go back in forth.

Just as she reached the bathroom she heard one of the younger kids yell out her name. It was Sam r shooting down the hallway until he reached the bathroom door. "Oh, Roguey, lover boy is here!"

She opened the bathroom door just a crack and saw that Sam was making kissing gestures which made her roll her eyes. "Tell him ah'll down in a minute."

"Better hurry. He's all alone with Logan."

Rogue's anxiety heightened at the thought of her boyfriend and her mentor in the same room. Logan still hadn't forgiven for kidnapping her and she did her best to keep them both at a distance. Logan somewhat accepted their dating being that her powers limited their contact, but now things were different so she cringed at the thought of what he might do to Remy.

She hurried and fixed her hair and ran back to her room to put her shoes on. She had some simple black pumps that matched perfectly with her dress and her black leather jacket. Tonight she would drop the gloves even though she had a pair of black lace ones that would complement her outfit. She saw them sitting on top of her dresser and thought for a moment about wearing them. She picked them up and stuffed them into her purse. She waited long enough and left her room to make her way downstairs.

To Be Continued....