Rogue sat in the back of the Blackbird, her suit shredded, her hair falling out of her ponytail, and a broad smile on her face.

That mission, she thought, was fucking awesome!

The only problem now was that she was still pumping high levels of adrenaline and she had no way to work them out, at least not while they were in the air. If Gambit had still been around, she may have considered joining the mile high club, but he wasn’t. What she needed was the Danger Room and a high level sequence; maybe she’d even disengage the safety measures as well. She turned her head, noting that Wolverine’s eyes were narrowed as he looked at her. She gave him a crooked smile and a shrug. He probably just noticed that she was still hyped. She tapped her fingers on the armrest, and tried hard to stop her whole body from bouncing.

Rogue was the first off the X-Jet when they landed. She tore off the last shred of her left sleeve, throwing it carelessly aside as she walked towards the hangar bay doors.

“I’ll be in the Danger Room,” she said to no one in particular. The group were capable of coping without her for a couple hours, but she thought it best to just make sure they knew where to find her if the need arose.

She punched in her security code, then stepped through the doors of the Danger Room, telling the computer which sequence to run as she re-tied her ponytail. Her uniform was pretty much toast, so she may as well finish it off as she worked through her adrenaline rush. The right sleeve was intact, the middle of her suit had been ripped away, exposing her midriff, and the tight fitting pants were now tiny shorts, bordering on bikini briefs, the rest having been discarded somewhere in the South American jungle. She figured she probably looked quite the sight with her combat boots and very little in the way of clothing, but who cared? At least it allowed her freedom of movement, although probably meant that disengaging the safety protocol wasn’t such a hot idea. She twisted awkwardly to tear off the remains of her cape, throwing it over her shoulder as she walked down the darkened alley.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” She smiled when the figure of Sabretooth appeared, all matted fur and glistening teeth. “My my, what big teeth you have.”

The figure of Sabretooth laughed. “All the better to eat you with, my dear.”

Rogue returned his wicked grin. “Just try it, tiger.”

Sabretooth roared, and ran towards her. Rogue rotated her arms- loosening up, before her fist connected with his face and sent him right back to where he came from.

“God bless super strength.”

Rogue was unaware that another of the X-Men had followed her into the Danger Room, careful not to distract her. Logan had found the time to change out of his uniform, glad to get back into the comfort of his singlet and jeans. He sucked on his cigar, watching her as she fought Sabretooth. He couldn’t help but admire her physical form when there was very little covering it. He missed the days when she used to run around the mansion in little denim cut-offs and sleeveless shirts. Hell, he missed seeing her period. Right now though, he was content just to watch as she smacked Sabretooth around, enjoying the way her muscles moved beneath her skin, and the sheen of perspiration that broke out as the fight started to affect her. Still, he could tell by her expression that she wasn’t getting what she needed from the fight.

Rogue grunted as a punch thrown by Sabertooth connected with her abdomen. She frowned and bared her teeth as she lifted up into the air, holding onto the scruff of the other mutant’s neck. She whirled him around letting him go in time for him to smack against the alley wall and slide down it. If she weren’t so dissatisfied she probably would have laughed. She set back on the ground as Sabertooth’s image disappeared, rotating her shoulders, and then stretching her arms, trying to get the kinks worked out. This seriously hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface, as far as getting rid of her adrenaline went. That’s when she caught a whiff of cigar smoke, smiling as she turned to regard her audience.

“Hey Wolvie.”

Logan’s nostrils flared at the increase of her musk levels. It had been instantaneous with the moment she caught the scent of his cigar. Why had he never noticed her reaction to him before? Well, given the fact that in recent times he had only ever seen her around the Cajun, it wasn’t so surprising. Still, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at this new information.

“Hey darlin’.”

Rogue walked up to him, aware of the increasing heat that was spreading through her. Did he always used to do this to her? She gave a mental shrug, deciding that maybe it was time to test the waters, see if she did anything to him.

“S’pose you wouldn’t be up for a little sparring? I got a wicked adrenaline rush that needs working out.”

He gave her that predatory smile of his, tucking the cigar into the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t say no, darlin’.”

Rogue nodded, her fingertips unconsciously running up and down her sides. “Mind gettin’ rid of the stogie, sugar?”

Logan frowned. “Why?”

Rogue shrugged. “I could just take it from you, but I figure that if this is going to get as rough as I’d like it to be, I don’t need you pissy at me when you lose the precious thing.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, taking the cigar out of his mouth and extinguishing it before laying it carefully on the windowsill next to him. “Better?”

“Yep.” Rogue started walking backwards down the alley. “So is this good for you, or did you have another location in mind?”

Logan shook his head. “This is just fine, darlin’.”

Rogue mirrored his raised eyebrow. “Anytime you’re ready, sugar.”

Logan gave a curt nod, and then came down the alley, walking slowly, keeping his eyes on her as he watched her retreat further into the shadow. He noticed the way her musk had shot up even more when he started moving towards her, the scent making him feel heady. He took in her movements, noticing that she seemed to be swaying her hips more than usual. He stopped just at the edge of the shadow she had taken refuge in and popped his claws, the trademark SNIKT bouncing off the brick wall. Logan’s eyes had no trouble seeing in the dark, but what he doubted was what he’d just witnessed: Rogue shuddering with pleasure at the sight of his claws.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of dirty thoughts, and then launched himself at her. Rogue easily got his clawed fist away from her face, then twisted her body away as he bought up his other fist. His claws swiped at the brick behind her, three parallel gouges left in their wake. Rogue pushed out her hands, making contact with his chest and sending him back a little way, giving herself enough room to move forwards and dart around him.

For five minutes they each tried to get the upper hand, parries and attacks traded fairly equally. The walls of the alley way were getting increasingly beaten up, while the two combatants remained unscathed. The dumpster at the other end had been flattened into a pancake when Logan had thrown her into the air. Rogue had waited until they started finding their rhythm before introducing flying into the mix. She lifted off the ground easily as Logan tried to bear hug her to pin down her arms. She smiled at his look of frustration.

He stood waiting for her to land, his trademark frown in place. “You get what you need yet darlin’?”

Rogue shook her head, more hair falling from her ponytail. “Not even close.”

She grabbed his singlet, spinning him around and slamming him into a wall before pressing her lips against his, the movement shaking the wall and loosening the mortar between the bricks, a fine layer of dust settling around them. She felt Logan tense, and then relax as he took in the fact that her mutation hadn’t activated, wrapping his arms around her, one hand sliding down to cup her ass. Rogue tangled her hands in his hair, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She moaned at the taste of cigar still present, sweeping her tongue over his as she explored his depths. Logan managed to rotate them without breaking the kiss so that he was now pressing her into the wall. Rogue moaned as Logan slid his knee between her legs.

Oxygen was finally becoming an issue and Logan pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. “Something you’re not tellin’ me, Rogue?”

She smiled, her hands releasing their grip on his hair so she could slide them over his broad chest. “Oh, you mean the control?”

Logan nodded, his own hands wandering up and down her sides, making her shiver. “Yeah, that.”

Rogue shrugged, ripping the singlet off Logan. He raised his eyebrow at her, but she just gave him a sly smile. “Like you don’t have a whole wardrobe full.”

Logan chuckled, unsheathing a claw to get rid of what was left of the bottom half of Rogue’s uniform. He kissed her again, feeling her nimble fingers make short work of the belt buckle and buttons of his jeans. He grunted as she pushed them down over his hips a little too roughly.

“Careful there darlin’.”

Rogue looked at him. “I don’t want careful, Logan.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, lifting her up just a little more before thrusting into her, burying himself to the hilt. Rogue gasped, wrapping her powerful legs around him, holding him inside her. Logan’s hands shifted to hold her hips, and she was sure that she was going to have bruises there the way his fingers dug into her. He pulled out of her and thrust back in, grunting as Rogue clenched her inner muscles around him. Her back arched off the wall and Logan took the opportunity to capture her left nipple in his mouth, nipping and sucking through the material. Rogue tugged at his hair, getting him to pull back. He released her nipple and looked at her, eyebrow raised, eyes full of lust.

She shook her head, her hands tearing at the fabric of her uniform. “I’ve had enough of barriers thank you very much.”

He couldn’t help smirking at the sight of her breasts. Rogue pulled his head towards her chest, thrusting it forward into his face. Logan didn’t hesitate in latching onto a dusky pink nipple; nipping and sucking, making her moan and writhe in his grip. As he switched breasts, he pulled out and thrust in again, grunting when she clenched around him, smiling when she let out a strangled moan resembling his name. Rogue arched back off the wall almost painfully as Logan lathed the other nipple, trying with all her might to give him more access to her breasts. Her hands switched from gripping his hair, to pushing against his shoulders as he licked at the perspiration in the valley between her breasts, gasping when he thrust into her hard and fast, his hands pushing her hips back, then pulling them forwards, guiding her in matching his rhythm. Logan looked up at Rogue when he felt her tug on his hair meaningfully. He pushed his tongue into her mouth when she pressed her lips to his, feeling her begin to pulse and shudder around him. He pulled back wanting to hear her scream as she climaxed. The lady did not disappoint. Her head slammed back into the wall as he gave a powerful thrust and she clenched around him, holding him there as she came, his name tearing from her lips in a loud scream. He followed her, the look on her face pulling him over the edge. He grunted her name as he bit into her neck, bruising the flesh enough to leave a mark, but not draw blood.

He felt Rogue relax in his grip, her forehead coming to rest on his shoulder as her arms hung loosely around him, her legs no longer around his waist. He gently set her back on her feet, carefully pulling out of her, holding her steady with one hand while doing his jeans up with the other. Rogue clung to him, still not quite steady on her feet. She gave him a lazy smile when she saw his hair sticking out at crazy angles and the look in his eye as his gaze roamed over her body.

“Well, some of us still have some clothing.”

Logan smirked. “Darlin’ I am more than willing to let you walk around naked.”

Rogue slid her hands around his neck, pulling him close. “Same here, sugah. But you still got those pesky jeans on.”

“Just say the word, and the jeans are gone.”

Rogue grinned, kissing him. “Maybe in a little bit, I got to get some energy back here.”

Logan smiled, running a hand through her sweat-tangled locks. “Can I choose the place this time?”

Rogue closed her eyes, her head tilting back in pleasure as Logan’s hands ran up her sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. “Mm hmm…”

Logan sucked on the mark he had left, not quite satisfied that it was dark enough.

Rogue smiled. “Ah wish Ah’d known how good this was gonna be a long time ago. We could have been bonking like mad for years.”

Logan pulled back, looking at her. “You were too busy with that Cajun.”

Rogue chuckled at the sheer loathing he put into those two syllables. Her green eyes bore into his, and he took the signal that she was ready again. Logan spoke to the computer, and Rogue watched as a darkened alley became a Canadian forest.

Rogue pressed her forehead to his. “Ah like the way you think, Wolvie.”