Touching Without Touching

It was a secret he guarded jealously, the only one he took pleasure in despite the shame that tainted the knowledge that he'd passed that particular trait on to her.

While he was only wary of having the other X-Men know sometimes it wasn't only sweat he washed off his body after a fight, he cradled to his heart the knowledge that the times Rogue sat in the jet, smelling sated and satisfied, he was touching her without touching her.

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