Fanfic: A Touch by Kate Elizabeth
May. 15th, 2011 12:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mutatismutandisSummary: Scott teaches Rogue to fence.
He walks through the gym in his white-soled sneakers, which he stopped to put on just outside the door. The equipment is stored in the second metal locker on the left. He gets out two masks, two jackets -- he knows her size -- a set of breastplates, a cup, and two foils. Both have French grips. He tried to start her on a pistol grip, but he made the mistake of telling her it would be easier. She just looked up into his face, close to hers because he was standing over her shoulder to adjust her fingers, and said softly, "Scott, I'm not handicapped, I'm just a freak. Teach me the hard way." So he did.
A simple idea perfectly expressed. Scott teaches Rogue more than fencing here, and it's beautiful to watch.
A Touch
He walks through the gym in his white-soled sneakers, which he stopped to put on just outside the door. The equipment is stored in the second metal locker on the left. He gets out two masks, two jackets -- he knows her size -- a set of breastplates, a cup, and two foils. Both have French grips. He tried to start her on a pistol grip, but he made the mistake of telling her it would be easier. She just looked up into his face, close to hers because he was standing over her shoulder to adjust her fingers, and said softly, "Scott, I'm not handicapped, I'm just a freak. Teach me the hard way." So he did.
A simple idea perfectly expressed. Scott teaches Rogue more than fencing here, and it's beautiful to watch.
A Touch
