Intense Training

Deciding to do a thing is always easier than deciding how to do a thing. If they were to defeat a man who can see the future they would have to convince him that he would win, without actually losing themself. Thus, an intricate plan was laid out, but for it to work John and Sarah would have to become much stronger in his magiks. John and she began practicing, he do not know if Sarah felt it, but he… he found himself filled with a fire, a passion. Everyday John made great strides towards a mastery of his powers. Within a meager three days he was hurling balls of flames like baseballs. When they were not practicing the craft they were both hard at work learning marksmanship or swordplay, well in Sarah’s case it was “stick”-play. During their training time refused to stick to anything and so days passed like hours, and months like days, and their power grew.

In all this time, Rogue was restless. She had nothing she could do which would help in their collective goal. She was already highly trained, and nothing she could do now would aid against the eye. She was, however, the only thing, which reminded John of the passing time. With their weekly intimacies, the two of them grew close, and how could they not. Thus it came pass after many weeks that she asked John one singular watershed unexpected question.

The day had been full of work, and his body was sore and tired. He had forgot that this was the day when he would need to “help” Rogue. Sarah had already gone to bed. John, well really anyone, could see that something was bothering her. John looked at Rogue’s face, she wore a masque of nervous concern. It was most disconcerting, particularly since this was during your weekly recharging sessions. “Rogue is something troubling you?”

Her voice was unusually weak; she spoke as a summer’s breeze on a dove’s wing. Her eyes glistened in the light of the fire. “John, would you kiss me?” as she spoke she looked you directly in the eye. Her eyes begged for him. But fear struck across his heart, although they had spent many hours together John had both been well aware of her powers. In the spirit of caution, they had never allowed any part of their bodies to touch other than what was absolutely necessary.

“But Rogue…” John pled.

She interrupted, “Marie, please.” Her voice did not command, but begged.

He sighed as he spoke, “Marie, we can’t... you could… and then a part of me..." John swallowed hard.

She smiled meekly, “I am not afraid, please, I want to know if there is one person whose touch I may know.” With a quivering lower lip, she added, “Please.”