⋆˚꩜｡ Anna Marie[minus the LeBeau]/Rogue x reader (fluff)
Rogue can’t touch anyone without draining their energy, so you came up with an alternative!
Cw: Rogue being upset about her power in like the first three lines, short, not proofread, reader is also an X-men, reader is slightly pathetic, possibly OOC, I had a WLW scenario in mind while writing this but I tried to keep it gender neutral
this was requested by Anon
“Sugar, you know I can’t touch you!” Rogue chides, her brows knitted together in solemn annoyance.
You had suggested cuddling with Rogue, however you had been unintentionally…insensitive to her situation. You knew about her powers—of course you did, you guys worked together—but this is completely new.
after dating a couple months you started to understand her insecurity with her powers more. You can’t allow that! She’s your girlfriend after all.
So while she was sitting in her room and you were particular needy, you didn't know what to do to approach the situation. Nonetheless, you realised that this isn’t a normal situation—therefore it didn’t require a normal solution at this dire moment, right?
Anna Marie looked down at her magazine, idly flipping through the clothes on the women, purely radiating boredom. When the door rings with three raps, she simply speaks up “Come in.”
You rapidly swing the door open, so hard it made her jump with a yelp, you grin from ear to ear, holding a big, ominous green pouch with a joyous look. “Sweetie look what I got!” The exclamation came as the most excitable announcement which you unravel the sack as it rolls out, unfolding by gravity.
“A…sleeping bag?”
“Yes! If we can’t cuddle normally, we can cuddle with this,” you hold up the bundle of green with triumph, “I’ll hop in this and then you wrap your arms around me and then you gotta hold me all night long.” Your voice was demanding but your expression was sickeningly lighthearted.
Your girlfriend couldn’t help but laugh in mild shock, standing and walking over to you as she wore her pyjamas comprising of shorts and an off the shoulder shirt. She stands in front of you with a smug smirk and her hands planted on her hips, “That needy, huh sugar?” And you could only respond with an eager nod. If you had a tail, it’d be wagging hard enough to smack and punt holes into any close by walls.
Anna Marie simply lets out an amused chuckle, “Dunno if it’s gonna be that good o’ an idea, hon.” She muses skeptically.
“You’re so warm, honeybun..” she hugs the slightly thin—or at least the thinnest you could find—sleeping bag that encased you within it. You held a contented smirk as she cuddles you firmly like a plush toy.
With a quiet laugh, you pipe up, "Honeybun?"
"Mhm, sweet and warm," she nuzzled her head against the fabric a top your head and for the first time you hear her sigh, not out of frustration or resignation but in actual tranquility.
“You’re alright with this for now then? Just until the professor can find a solution?” You ask with a hopeful smile, leaning against her body, while sheathed snuggly in the little bedroll.
Anna Marie smiled at you, “This works real well…thank you for even caring, sugar.” She lifts the upper hem of her shirt to cover her lips, before pecking kisses over the lower half of your face, rousing laughs from you.
And she said it wouldn’t work! As if you don’t know your own girlfriend—however can you be that smug when you’re being cuddled like her personal stuffed animal? Perhaps, but quietly.
hiii friendly reminder that being a lana girly ≠ wanting an older man. im one inconvenience from going lesbian ok the last thing i need is some wrinkly old pedophile
