She didn't want to be chased - not by Victor Creed! Okay, so maybe she did want someone to pursue her, but it was a particular someone...and maybe she did turn on the flirtation from time to time, but it was very carefully directed. She just couldn't bring herself to admit there was a part of her that did desire the basic animal lust, to have all that heated primal energy focused on her. Rogue wanted to be the object of desire - but she wanted to be *Logan's* object of desire.
When her friends had come to her last night, suggesting that they all go out and have a girls’ night only, she'd agreed enthusiastically. It was exactly what she needed. A night away from the household testosterone-fest so she could kick back and have a laugh, maybe even flirt with a harmless human boy at the club. Several of the girls from the team were going, so she'd conspired with Jubilee to find the appropriate outfit. Jubilee may be well known as the mansion's fashionista, but since Rogue was her best friend, she got special attention.
A knock on her door announced Jubes' arrival. She came in totting a pair of killer black boots. "Girlfriend - you gotta wear these too!"
"Don't you think they're a bit...much?" Rogue laughed.
"Much?!" she retorted in feigned offense. "They're kick ass! I wear them, don't I? Daaaaaaamn - you look like sin incarnate chica!"
Rogue looked down at the low slung black pants and her scarlet satin halter. It was a good bit bolder than what she normally wore, but when Jubilee suggested her clothes for the evening, Logan's 'parading around the mansion’ comment had itched inside her ear. Now this...this was parading.
"You think it's sin?"
"Oh please. These boots go perfect with that outfit. Sin sister - SIN! Any guy that sees you is goin' to hell just for looking at you! They’ll be beggin’ for mercy! Now shake a leg, we're leaving at eight."
Jubilee had such a way with words. The girl left with a wave and snap of gum as Rogue picked up the boots. They were definitely 'kick ass' or perhaps ass kickers, depending on one's mood. She slid them on and stood in front of her full length mirror. The deep red of the top matched her lips and it was all set off with her fair skin framed by dark hair and streamers of white. She did kind of look like sin, Rogue thought with a smile. Logan always had her thinking sinful thoughts, even when he was just hanging around, being – Logan. It would be nice to turn the tables once in awhile. Her smile morphed into a smirk when she thought of what she had on underneath her outfit.
Shopping online, she'd treated herself to a pair of outrageously expensive panties. 'Black widow' was the name of the collection, and every single piece was made out of the same sheer black lace complete with red ribbons and bows in various places. She blushed just thinking about them. Underwear like that had never graced her body. Nothing more than a scrap of see-through lace that left her ass bare, the panties were both baby doll cute and raunchy at the same time. Wearing those panties wasn't for her benefit only. When she'd seen them on the computer screen, she'd imagined Logan seeing her in them and she was willing to admit as much. The red bow in the back made her feel like she was some saucy, dirty gift just waiting to be unwrapped. And she wanted Logan to be the one to take care of that. When she bent down to check the boots she noticed the bow was actually peaking out over the edge of her pants. Like a sexy peek a boo stop sign. A satisfied grin spread on her face. Perfect. Logan may be a stubborn oaf sometimes but he'd notice her and remember that crimson bow alright. Another thought struck her then, widening her grin.
Rogue closed the door and went downstairs, her boots making high clicking sounds with each confident yet giddy step. She was determined, intent on finding the object of her desire - Logan – and showing off her outfit, hopefully giving him a visual he wouldn’t soon forget. She found him in the team’s lounge drinking whiskey and smoking. There was no need to call his name because he immediately turned his head to look at her. His eyes widened at her appearance as he looked up and down then stopped at her mouth. Her inner Rogue broke out the party streamers as he studied her, hungrily eyeing her lips and the lollipop she enjoyed with fake casualness.
"Hey sugar," she said and swayed her way over to stand in front of him.
Logan cleared his throat before he managed his usual 'hey darlin''. Rogue felt a rush of satisfaction at his reaction to her appearance - his eyes traveled up and down her body once more while he took a deep drag on the cigar. It was obvious that he liked what he saw so she gave a little twirl showing her bare back, but knew he'd probably pay a lot more attention to her bottom. The pants looked like they'd been poured onto her legs; they were as skintight as was humanly possible and still remain a pair of pants.
"So how do I look?" she said and rolled the lollipop between her lips. Oh, she was going to enjoy making *him* sweat for a change.
Try as he might, Logan couldn’t come up with one reprimand about her outfit being too ‘flaunty’ because it would make him – and his dick - a big damn hypocrite. His issue with her ‘prowling’ was suddenly forgotten. She may have been dressed up in naughty clothing, but to him she still looked like a pure, sweet little treat and he had the sudden urge to lick her like she was the lollipop.
Logan slowly got to his feet but closed the gap between himself and Rogue before she had the chance to react. Suddenly he was there, looming in front of her. He took another drag on the cigar then gave her the infamous eyebrow.
"Y'know darlin'," he said in a voice husky from drinking too much whiskey and smoking fat Cuban cigars. "I think I'm gonna have to confiscate what you're wearin' - you're a threat to every man's sanity, walkin' around the mansion dressed like that. Hell, even Hank would lose his mind."
Rogue felt her heart skip a beat, not only because of what Logan was saying but how he said it; like he wanted her. He was stubborn most of the time but apparently the whiskey and the painted on pants had lowered his defenses. Now his eyes were glazed with lust.
She took out the lollipop and pursed her lips. "A threat to your sanity, even?"
Logan reached out to finger the satin hem of her top and then slid his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He smelled of liquor and smoke and all Rogue could think about at the moment was how badly she wanted him to kiss her.
"Especially mine," he said softly and leaned into her, his voice getting low and heated, "You think I don't notice you..."
Rogue couldn't help but move herself against him. He was saying all the right things to her, confirming what she'd been thinking while walking into the lounge. Right now, he wanted her and being this close to him, she felt it. The notion of his reaction to her appearance made heat creep up her cheeks again. Logan's eyes went a couple of shades darker and a deep rich velvety sound rose from somewhere inside his chest; that she noticed and was excited by it seemed to affect him too.
"What are you doin'?" his voice sounded almost pleading. "You make me want -"
"What?" Rogue leaned forward, her lips a breath away from his mouth.
"Rooo-oooogue!"
The tension was broken by the sound of Kitty's cheery voice.
"Oh for Christ’s sake, rent a room or something!" she called over her shoulder, "I'm gonna go see if Jubes is ready okay? We'll meet you outside in ten!"
Rogue nodded at her friend as she hurried away. The next moment all her attention was set on Logan again and he still had his arms around her. He grinned at her and murmured, "Rent a room huh?"
Her cheeks flushed pink again. Not that she'd mind sharing a room with him. She wouldn't mind that at all. Her thoughts were soon interrupted again by someone else's presence. She felt Logan's body go instantly tense.
"Awwh ... isn't this cute?"
"Fuck off Creed," Logan sneered which earned him an arrogant laugh in return.
"This ain't your room, is it runt?" Victor's voice resounded in the room.
Logan's arm left her waist and Rogue took a couple of steps backwards and straightened her clothes. It was more out of nervous habit; there was no real need since they were practically plastered to her body. She was getting used to Logan and Victor walking in on each other and her when least expected - or maybe most expected, but this was particularly bad timing. Creed was ruining her moment!
The air was suddenly heavy with anger and testosterone, thick enough to cut through. She turned to glare at the interrupting Victor. He was dressed in leather pants and a white wife beater, leaving his huge arms exposed down to the wrist straps around his forearms; there were straps encircling his muscled thighs and to top it off he wore a belt with the buckle in the shape of a skull, complete with sharp teeth. She glanced back at Logan in the fitted, rugged denim that she knew clung to his ass in a way that made her feel dizzy. The shiny belt buckle gleamed at her proudly, mocking her with the promise of what lay beneath it. That man was custom made to wear blue jeans and he had on a tight white t-shirt that showcased a chest and a set of sculpted arms to die for. Rogue flushed and fought not to whimper out loud. It ought to be illegal for two men, that looked like that, to live under the same roof...and it was definitely not good for her sanity to be in the same room with them and the current swell of male aggression. But neither of them were looking at her now, they were too busy shooting daggers at each other with their eyes.
She'd come here to make sure Logan noticed her and spent the rest of the evening thinking about her; Victor's presence was *not* going to ruin that. Loudly, she cleared her throat but Logan seemed determined to give Victor a taste of his own medicine.
He pointed at Victor with the cigar and growled, "This may not be my room, kitty cat, but don't you have anything better to do than being a goddamn pain in the ass all the time?"
Victor chuckled at the remark. "I love being a pain in the ass, which is more than can be said about you, runt. You're not far from knockin' the mansion's biggest pansy off his throne if you keep it up."
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that, you son of a bitch. But you’re gonna want to stay the fuck away from me right now, you got that?" Logan retorted, clenching his fists.
Rogue knew she had to do something to break the tension, anything to keep Logan and Victor from getting at each other's throats.
Oopsy, there goes one of my earrings, she thought and hoped her little scheme would be enough. She bent down to pick up the earring and literally felt the two men snap out of the aggressive haze and focus intently on her and what she was doing instead. They were staring her down, and without looking Rogue knew what they saw - naughty black undies complete with a little red bow peaking out over the edge of her pants.
"Found it!" she declared with a slightly nervous giggle.
Logan was trying to make himself look away to scowl at Victor, who was burning her alive with his pitch black, feral gaze. He flashed his teeth at her in a smug and knowing grin.
"Peek-a-boo," he taunted with that low raspy voice he used when he wanted to get on her case - when he was talking dirty.
Rogue didn't dare look at him but she felt his gaze weighing her down. Instead she put on a bright smile, brushed her hand across Logan’s arm and hurried towards the nearest exit.
"Don't wait up sugar," she said on her way to someplace safer.
"Can't promise I won't, darlin'!" Logan called behind her.
Well out of sight, Rogue managed to breathe again and allowed herself congratulations. She couldn't believe she had the guts to go through with it! Actually, she thought she'd made a successful seductress, but she was stunned by her last stunt. Originally, the plan was for Logan only, but no way was Creed going to stop her...and admittedly it added a little extra thrill to the moment. Rogue couldn't stop the giddy grin that was plastered on her face. Logan had been drooling all over her, and Victor's reaction was basically the same. She could be sin incarnate! She could be sexy! Life was good.
While waiting for Jubes and Kitty in the foyer, she searched her purse for her make- up mirror. Victor and Logan were probably still glaring at each other, not that she should give a damn - at least not for right now. There would be plenty of time for worrying about that tomorrow, but for tonight she deserved a little fun. She opened the front door to let in some fresh air when she heard the sound of boots approaching.
"What took y’all so lo -" Rogue began. The rest of what she intended to say froze on her tongue as she reflexively backed up against the door.
Victor placed his hands on either side of her. He had her trapped, and was already loving every minute of it. In what felt like slow motion she raised her hand to take the lollipop from her mouth. Sucking and licking a piece of candy was only going to fuel Victor's lecherous fire and he didn't need any help.
"Angel ... what are you doin'?" he murmured, his voice a touch amused and pleased - it was impossible to tell which he felt more.
"Nothing."
"Mmm-hmm and I'm a saint. You know I'm not tamed like your precious runt."
Rogue hid the lollipop behind her back and tried to give Victor a firm steady glare.
"Meaning what?" she said.
"Meaning you parading around in front of me flashing your panties ... well there's only so much a man can take," he continued in that same low suggestive tone.
"You are unbelievable Creed," she bit off through clenched teeth. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of making her squirm in his arms again.
"But you knew what you were doin'. You did it all on purpose didn't you, kitten?"
That was it! "And what if I did? It's nothing to you. It wasn't for your benefit."
Victor leaned in close to whisper against her ear. "You. Dirty. Temptress. You’re just makin' excuses ... and what's with the lollipop?"
"I happen to like candy, something wrong with that?" she asked tartly.
Rogue felt him smirk at what she'd just said, and thought she should probably just stop talking all together whenever he was around.
"I'll give you something else to suck on angel," Victor purred and seized one of Rogue's hands. "Somethin' real," he continued and put it against his crotch, "and somethin' that'll last a lot longer."
Rogue's breath caught in shock. This was too much! It wasn't that she'd correctly assumed, and, perhaps imagined, him being well endowed; it was that he didn't seem to have any morals or shame. None whatsoever. There was obviously no end to how lewd he could be. She was beyond stunned and her cheeks were on fire. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little triumphant at how she made *him* feel.
She reassessed her current situation; one word came to mind. Fuck. But not like that. Tonight, not only did Logan want her, but it was painfully obvious that Victor did as well. With one small difference; she knew without a doubt that he didn’t practice Logan’s restraint. He would rip off all her clothes right then and there and take her against the door if she told him he could. He would do it without so much as a thought about anyone else, her reputation, or that she was too precious or pure.
"Stop it," she said and jerked her hand back. Her protest sounded weak, even to her own ears, but she’d been thrown off balance. Rogue told herself she had to get a grip on the situation – regain some level of control.
Victor eyed her smugly. "Mmm, if you say so my sweet little angel, but just so you know ... all you have to do is give me a call. You'll have me before you know it."
"You know I could report this to the Professor," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
"But you won't, 'cause deep down you're not angry with me at all; isn't that right?" he taunted. "You're just angry 'cause you wish it was the runt cornering you."
Rogue sighed and rolled her eyes even though he was right.
“You two need to behave around each other,” she said, desperate to change the subject. “And stop trying to provoke him and stop glaring too. You’re on a team…so…deal with it. That’s all I'm saying. No. Wait. It's a fucking order."
Victor's eyes sparkled. "Oh, I love it when you get like that."
"Like what? No wait, I don't wanna know."
"Like a bossy hellcat ready to bite my head off, just make sure it's the right h-"
Rogue punched him in the chest. "I said I don't wanna know. God - Just keep your thoughts to yourself."
Victor only grunted slightly then served her up an even more satiated grin.
Luckily, Kitty and Jubes picked that moment to come to her rescue. A little too late, but better late than never when it came to men like Victor. He was incorrigible. Jubes shot him a suspicious glare while Kitty did her best to ignore his presence.
"You okay Roguey?" Jubes said and offered Rogue her arm.
"Yeah, I'm alright," she said and shot Victor a stern look she hoped he interpreted as a warning.
"Alright, let's go. I think our cab's here."
As they were about to leave, Victor called out, his voice as close to laughter as she'd ever heard it.
"That's it? Not even a goodbye kiss?"
"Dream on!" she replied over her shoulder.
"What's up with creepy Creed trying to mack on you?" Jubes whispered as Kitty squeezed in to listen.
Rogue shook her head. "Nothing, he's just being his typical self. He thinks he’s God’s gift. You know how he messes with any female within 10 feet radius."
Jubilee and Kitty both looked at her blankly and then a little bit confused.
"Uh… No, chica...can't say that I do know. Luckily he leaves me the hell alone, but he was definitely trying to get all up on you. Told ya that outfit would have 'em begging for mercy!” Jubilee exclaimed proudly.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
“She did kind of look like sin, Rogue thought with a smile. Logan always had her thinking sinful thoughts, even when he was just hanging around, being – Logan. It would be nice to turn the tables once in awhile.”