Ch: 230 [Camping with Rogue]
AN: I will release 1 more chapter late night. So, give those PS. Oh, by the way, Rogue's dialogues might seem weird. Back then I was reading an old comic and I decided to use that way of her speech.
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Peter sat cross-legged in the Kamar-Taj library, a stack of scrolls and books in front of him. He took a break from training and teaching, which he decided to use to plan sothing special for Rogue. It's been a while since he last saw her, so, he decided to take her out and do sothing new, together.
"A camping trip," Peter muttered to himself, jotting down ideas on a scrap of parchnt. "Secluded, peaceful, no phones... and definitely no supervillains."
Wong appeared from behind a stack of books, peering down at Peter. "You know, if you want advice, you could always ask."
Peter looked up with a grin. "Camping dates aren't exactly sothing I thought I'd need advice on, but sure. Got any tips?"
Wong raised an eyebrow. "Bring good food. Instant noodles don't exactly scream romance."
"Noted," Peter said with a chuckle. "What do you think about using magic for the fire? Too much?"
Wong sighed. "Do whatever keeps you from accidentally burning the forest down."
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[Day of the Trip]
Rogue stood on the steps of the Sanctum, arms crossed. Peter brought her here and he went to pick up the food. She only knows it's a surprise. Soon, he erged from the portal with a backpack slung over his shoulder.
"So, Ah heard you've been plannin' sothin'," she teased. "Care to share?"
Peter smirked. "You'll see soon enough. Hope you're ready for a little adventure."
With that, he opened another portal, revealing a lush forest bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon. The scent of pine and fresh earth filled the air as they stepped through.
"You weren't kiddin'," Rogue said, taking in the scenery. "This is sothin' else."
Peter adjusted his pack and offered his hand. "Co on. The best spot's just a short hike away."
They walked side by side, the sounds of the forest surrounding them. Birds chirped, leaves rustled in the breeze, and the occasional squirrel ran across their path. For so reason, Peter felt like soone was watching them. But couldn't sense anyone. Then he noticed that sa squirrel running and hiding behind them.
'Chat and Emma. Well, enjoy the show...' He shooked his head.
"Y'know," Rogue began, "Ah don't think Ah've done sothin' this normal in months."
"Then we're overdue," Peter said. "Sotis it's nice to just hit pause on all the craziness and… exist."
Rogue glanced at him with a soft smile. "You've got a knack for that. For makin' people feel... at ease."
Peter shrugged. "I try. Life's chaotic enough without adding extra stress."
When they reached the spot by the lake, Rogue imdiately dropped her bag and stretched.
"Okay, Ah'll admit, this is worth the hike," she said, gazing at the water's surface, which mirrored the sky's warm hues.
Peter grinned. "Told you. Now, let's get to work before it gets dark."
They pitched the tent together, Rogue laughing as Peter struggled with a stubborn pole.
"Maybe Ah should handle this part," she teased.
"Hey, I'm a quick learner," Peter shot back, finally securing the tent. "There. Perfect."
Once the fire was lit—using a tiny, controlled burst of magic—they sat down to roast marshmallows. Peter handed Rogue a perfectly golden one, earning an approving nod.
"So," Rogue began, "what inspired this? Not that Ah'm complainin'."
Peter leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. "I guess I just wanted to do sothing special for you. For us. You know... I kinda missed you."
Rogue looked at him, her green eyes softening. "That's sweet, sugar. Thank you."
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As night fell, the stars erged, glittering like diamonds. Peter unpacked a small pocket space cube and opened it, revealing an assortnt of food he'd prepared.
"Wow," Rogue said, impressed. "You weren't kiddin' about dinner."
"Wong's advice," Peter admitted. "Apparently, instant noodles don't count as romantic cuisine."
They shared a al of sandwiches, fruit, and so cookies Peter had baked the night before and he might have used a little magic after his fifth failure, just a tiny bit to balance the sweetness. Rogue chuckled as she bit into one.
"These are good. Didn't know you could bake."
"Hidden talent," Peter said with a grin. "Don't tell anyone, though. Can't have my reputation ruined."
Rogue laughed, the sound warm and genuine.
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After dinner, they lay side by side on a blanket, gazing up at the stars. The fire crackled softly in the background, its glow casting a warm light over them. The air was cool and comfy. Rogue snuggled closer to Peter. They held each other's hands without any barrier.
"You ever think about what's out there?" Rogue asked, her voice quiet.
"All the ti," Peter said. "I've seen so of it, actually. Other dinsions, other worlds… It's incredible, but also kind of overwhelming."
Rogue turned her head to look at him. "Overwhelming?"
"Yeah," Peter admitted. "It makes you realize how small we are. But also how much we can do, even in our little corner of the universe."
Rogue smiled. "Ah like that. Makes it feel... manageable."
They fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the world lifting as they simply enjoyed the mont.
Peter turned to her, his expression serious but gentle. "Thanks for coming out here with . I know it's not exactly your usual thing."
Rogue shook her head. "Ah wouldn't trade this for anythin'. You've got a way of makin' things special, Peter."
He reached out, his gently squeezed her hand. "That's the goal."
For the rest of the night, they talked, laughed, and shared stories, their connection deepening in the quiet beauty of the forest. After a while, they went inside the tent and closed it.
Rogue and Peter lay side by side. A little lamp illuminated the space between them. He gazed into her eyes, her expression soft and inviting. Without a word, he leaned forward and kissed her, their lips eting in a sweet, slow kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, his warmth radiating through her.
They broke apart after a mont, breathing heavily. Rogue grinned at him.
"Wow," she said, still breathless.
Peter smiled. "Yeah, wow."
They lay together in a comfortable silence, basking in the closeness they shared. Rogue rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his skin. Peter let out a content sigh.
"This is nice," he murmured.
Peter's hand gently brushed a strand of Rogue's hair out of her face, his fingers lingering for a mont before cupping her cheek. Her skin felt warm, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes half-closed and a soft smile gracing her lips.
"You're beautiful," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rogue chuckled lightly, her cheeks flushing. "You're not too bad yourself, sugar."
He leaned in slowly, giving her ti to pull away if she wanted. Instead, she tilted her head up, closing the space between them. Their lips t again, this ti deeper and more intense. Rogue's hands slid up to his shoulders, her touch firm yet tender, while Peter's other hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer.
The world outside the tent faded away—no villains, no cosmic responsibilities, just the two of them. Rogue's fingers tangled in Peter's hair as she deepened the kiss, a quiet hum escaping her lips. Peter responded in kind, his movents gentle but passionate, as though trying to morize every mont.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Peter rested his forehead against hers, their noses brushing.
"Not bad, huh?" he said, a teasing grin spreading across his face.
Rogue smirked, her eyes twinkling. "Not bad at all. But don't let it go to your head."
He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before lying back down. Rogue settled against him, her head on his chest again. Peter's arms wrapped around her protectively, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her back.
For a while, they simply lay there, the sound of their breathing mixing with the faint crackle of the fire outside. The warmth between them was undeniable, and both felt an unspoken understanding—this mont was theirs, untouched by the chaos of the world.
"I could get used to this," Rogue murmured, her voice soft and drowsy.
Peter smiled, his lips brushing the top of her head. " too."
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