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[Rogue's a resilient sort. She's gone through a lot of bad times piled on bad times. But she's been through a lot of very rough experiences lately. And when she comes back to her room to find the door slightly ajar, it's just the final straw.

She turns on her heel and walks away from her cabin, not even bothering to look back. She walks fast, gets into the elevator, presses a button. She's trying not to freak out, not to panic. She can take a lot, but after what happened at port, and then the flood, she absolutely cannot bring herself to go into her room tonight.

She ends up in front of Erik's door and knocks, softly with an outward calm she did not feel.]

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[There are only a handful of people who would drop by his room unannounced, and half of those people wouldn't knock. So he looks up from his book - something from several decades beyond the 60s about genetic manipulation - and frowns at the door lightly, making his guesses as he rises.

He wouldn't have guessed her.]

Rogue. What can I do for you?

[She hadn't really been thinking about where she was going. But honestly, if anyone had asked her who she'd run to if she felt she needed safety, he'd have topped the list. Which would be why she was standing there now.

She tries to smile, but it looks as forced as it is. She doesn't get shaken often, but when she does, she really does.]

Hey, darlin'. Sorry for droppin' in on ya like this. [She pushes her hair behind her ear; a nervous gesture.] Would ya mind if Ah came in?

[He steps aside immediately to gesture her in; the smile is a red flag, and he glances up and down the hall briefly before waving the door shut and locked.]

Is it Creed?

[He doesn't blurt so much as calculatedly state; his eyes are on her, and the frown is deepening. He doesn't know who else might make her look like this.]

[She came in gratefully, but once inside, just ends up standing in the middle of the floor awkwardly, hugging herself.]

Gawd, am Ah that transparent? [He was always reminding her, in little ways, of Magnus. He could always read her like a book too.]

[There are arm chairs surrounding a chessboard, and it's to those he gestures, walking slowly and keeping his eyes on her.]

He just seemed the most likely possibility. What happened?

[She walked because he was walking. It was something to do with herself other than stand there. ]

He didn't hurt me. [Obviously. But she felt the needs to clarify. ] He broke inta mah room. Again. Ah thought he'd quit after port, but...

Again. [That gives him pause, and something in his face closes off. He doesn't sit, just stops beside the chair, beating down his anger into something quiet, furious, and controlled. Useable.]

How often has he done it?

A handful of times. He started doin' it t'annoy me.

[But now it wasn't annoying. Thinking of him breaking into her space just scared her.]

[To annoy her. His hands clench at his sides.] You haven't spoken to him about it, have you? [Or his warden, he supposes - but Erik doesn't much care for going to someone's caretaker to deal with an issue. Better to strike head on.]

He'd probably take talkin' ta him about it as a sign of encouragement. [She rakes a hand through her hair.] Ah'll have ta tell Iris. She made me promise not ta do anythin' that might undermine her efforts with him.

Clearly her efforts haven't done much. [He doesn't think much of talking to Iris. But he doesn't want Rogue talking to Creed, either.

Of course, Erik has no problem talking to the man himself.]

He's an uphill battle, that one. [She was feeling antsy again, starting to rub her hands over her arms.] Ah'm gonna talk ta Iris, but Ah just... Ah didn't feel safe stayin' there.

More like mountain climbing. [He's dry, and still feels less inclined to go to Iris than to confront Creed himself, but - he nods.]

My room's open to you. [He's smile is wry.] Obviously.

[He's slept worse places than the couch, after all.]

[That gets a small smile out of her, and because she can't stand still and wants to do it very much too, she crosses the short distance to him, and kisses his cheek.]

You're an angel, Erik. 'Least t'me.

[He lets her, he even smiles a little wryly when he looks down at her.]

You'd be the first one to say so.

[And maybe that's the push that makes him lean down and kiss her, not on the cheek but properly, lips pressing solidly against hers.]

[She honestly didn't think this would happen, but she wasn't complaining either. A pleasant surprise is really just what she needed.

His lips press against hers and she doesn't pull away. Her lips are soft, pliant, responsive. She makes a soft hum in her throat of pleasure and approval, then pulls back just fractionally to smile at him flirtatiously.]

Ah'll say it again if ya liked it that much.

I'd be the last to stop you. [He settles his hand lightly on her elbow, mouth curving in a small smirk. He appreciates her humor, now especially.]

[With the kind of life she lives, it's either get a sense of humor or go insane. She's not crazy yet, despite the odds.]

You're an angel, Erik Lensherr. Fierce, powerful, driven, and as much as y'are those things, ya've still got one of the most carin' hearts a man ever could possess.

[She leans in fractionally, resting her hands on his chest, and she's utterly sincere. She's only know him, this Erik, for a short time, but he's easily shown all of what she said to be true.]

[Despite the teasing, Erik is not good at this. He's gotten better, to be sure, which is abundantly clear in the absence of him snapping that she hardly knows him. As proud a man as he is, he's not very used to praise. At least he no longer brushes it off.

Lifting one hand to settle over hers on his chest, he smiles at her. It's a touch crooked.]

Are you certain? Maybe I'm a devil in disguise. [There is the faintest sour note in the word devil. Those were accusations he grew up with, after all: some things are hard to achieve appropriate distance from.]

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