[for that brief moment, it's an amazing kiss. It's enough to make her forget about what's going to happen, enough for her fear to fade away, enough for her just to get into the kissing. She makes a little noise of pleasure, gloved hands threading up into his hair and pulling him closer. For just a second she's just a girl kissing a boy that she likes.
Then his fingers curl tightly against her hips and his shoulders tense up and she's jerked right back to reality. This isn't an innocent kiss. It isn't hot or sexy. It's just scary. The tears are back and even when Peter goes rigid, she keeps kissing him.
Finally, moments after Peter goes limp, the confetti rains down on them and the bubble pops. Rogue is in tears, sobbing as she lays Peter back carefully on the floor, his head in her lap. Gloved fingers slide through his hair, along his cheek.]