...e knew Jean wouldn’t wake up, so she lifted her gloved hand to her soft, pink lips and gripped the tip of one finger with her strong, white teeth. She carefully tugged the black leather glove off of her hand and laid it on the floor beside her.
A sudden sound outside sent her scrambling under the bed. She was lucky this time. She got her foot under the bed just seconds before Jean woke with a start and looked slowly around her room. As Rogue listened, the door opened and Kitty told Jean that she had fallen on the stairs. She whispered a quick apology as she had obviously heard Jean cry out in surprise when she had awoken. Jean told her it was okay and to go on to bed since she would be doing the same.
When the door had closed and Jean had fallen back asleep, she crawled out from under the bed and resumed her kneeling position. She was sure that her friend was in a deep sleep from the sound of her rhythmic breathing. So she stretched out a single finger and touched her cheek as lightly as she dared.
She immediately felt the rush that accompanied the use of her powers. It was the exhilarating feeling that she always got when she siphoned off another person’s life-force. She didn’t want to hurt her, so she pulled her hand back when she felt she had enough of Jean’s memori...