"Come on Rogue, just let go. Let me help you," Bobby's words were heated as they reached her ear, his breath fluttering on sensitised skin as her silk clad hand glided along his pulsing erection. Bobby was almost naked under her nylon-clad skin, the skin-tight suit
stretching as she bent over him struggling to ease his frustration and her own. Her body trying to use the memories she'd absorbed to reach the pinnacle she'd been after for nearly six months of frustration and near misses.
"Rogue!" Bobby's hands grasped her breasts, the fingers already cold turning into freezing points as he finally released between their bodies. The heat and smell of it a
total difference to Bobby's touch on her encased skin, it smelled of darkness, of warmth where as Bobby was about coldness, even now as he was pulsing in her palm she could feel the heat dripping out of her into his hands as his fingers swept across her goosing flesh. Keeping her own frustration quiet Rogue just slid down him, taking the only touch she could get from him without killing him. Her skin seemed to be more sensitive to cold, when she was cold she took more than usual from those who touched her, as if her body was trying to warm itself
by taking the minds of others.
Standing at the end of the bed looking at the pinked sculpted flesh under her gaze already falling asleep she knew it wasn't going to get any better than this. She didn't trust him enough to let go; she couldn't rely on him when he was lost in his own rush to get what he
wanted. He might have the responsibilities of an adult but in many ways, he was still a boy.
Moving quietly Rogue went to the bathroom, stripping the skin-tight bodysuit off her skin stepping under the shower washing away the frustration sweat that tickled her nose. Trying to ease the pressure herself and succeeding somewhat but the feeling was always empty,
half of what she could have and she knew it. The memories in her head told her so and it made her bitter against the efforts Bobby had made to make her comfortable, to let her relax with him.
She'd come a long way in the six months they'd been together, she let him touch her for one thing, his fingers would be covered with a thin layer of ice and he'd dance them across her bare skin. The danger of her touch would never fail to get him excited, he'd touch her until he couldn't wait any longer, the look in his blue eyes telling her it was time for her to dress and him to bare his skin. It was always the same; she'd end up covered his hands stroking her through the fabric
covering her, sometimes silk, but most times her nylon body suit. It gave her the most freedom, it gave them both the most opportunity to touch but as yet, she hadn't let Bobby explore her. She still held back, the confusion and fear of absorbing him riding high in her mind, she wanted to be relaxed with him but she couldn't. There was
something holding her back and until she could figure it out, she'd be stuck here doing the same thing. Stepping out of the shower she dressed back into her jeans, the familiar feel of the soft denim making her smile, throwing on her shirt she left her underwear behind
in Bobby's hamper along with the bodysuit. They'd get washed later tonight, she had some work to catch up on, shaking her hair out sweeping it up on top of her head with a practised twist. Pulling the small metal spike out of her jeans and skewering the knot in place, she left Bobby to dream the afternoon away.
The argument was in full swing when she arrived in the library, they didn't even notice she was there until it was too late. By then the damage had been done and she knew exactly what her boyfriend and teammates thought of her. Kitty spat out the truth tainting the air a deep crimson with it, making the world shift on its axis for a second before righting itself. "I'm telling you Jubilation Lee, Bobby told *me* he was coming. He's coming on Spring Break to Miami, sharing a room with Pete, Amanda, Stuart and me. Although I don't expect we'll be out of the room much, seeing as he's dumping her before we go." The silence that filled the air as she came out of her listening place made the tension between Scott and Logan look like a small disagreement between old friends. Slowly walking to her table, the books held in her hands as if it was nothing to do with her, that the
conversation she'd heard had been about someone else. Seating herself and flicking the text book open to the lesson she had to cover before the end of the week, she heard several people quietly slip away before raising her head to see Kitty giving her the evil eye. She didn't get upset she just smiled at her, it solved her problem when
she thought about it, just that it hurt like hell to learn about it this way. Her eyes watched Kitty walk away, her head held high and her steps light as she left the library by phasing through the wall.
Jubilee was still there, her eyes filled with unshed tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand she dropped herself into the seat opposite her own. Shutting Rogue's textbook with a quick snap making her look up into her red eyed gaze, "Come on we're going out, I can't
stand to be inside here with that bitch. Let's go max out a card."
Jubilee's answer to most of life's problems was shopping, to lose the emptiness you felt by filling it with stuff to occupy your mind while you felt like hell. Rogue never thought it worked but it kept Jubilee happy for a while until the next disaster. Giving up on the study Rogue looked at her friend, she dressed how she felt, colours that blinded the eye if you weren't careful but she really didn't feel like going shopping around a thousand other people. Shaking her head, she allowed herself one tear as the enormity of what had just occurred hit her, Bobby had been using her and in a way, she'd been using him too.
"Nah, you go do it for me. Ah'm not feelin upto seein' folks right now. Get me somethin colourful but not too much of a strain on the eye okay?" Jubilee nodded and gripped her covered wrist with her own small hands, the tears running again as she did it, the smile a
counterpoint to their traces down her skin.
"Hey at least now you'll be free to play the field, there's a couple of hot bods that've been asking about you. I'm sure we could find you a replacement in a couple of days, that is if you want one?" Rogue shook her head slowly, the smile slipping from her gaze but not from
her lips.
"Ah think ah'll keep to mahself for a while, ah have this to finish first," her hands brushed the college textbooks in front of her. "Ah was bein distracted anyway, not giving it all ah could. Now ah have the chance to get a better grade." Jubilee just nodded and squeezed her wrists with her own delicate fingers.
"I get it, you're not ready but Roguey babe, we both know the best way to get over a hurt is to get right back on the horse." Smiling at her friend Rogue shifted her arms away making Jubilee let go of her.
"Ah know, it was coming to an end anyway. Ah'd seen them together after missions, ah'm not stupid Jube's ah knew something like this was comin. He deserves better Jube's, just like ah do."
Jubilee sat back and saw the adult in her friend, she knew she'd be okay it was the loss of trust between her and Kitty that had hurt the most.
"Something bright but covering yeah?"
"Yeah you got it, go find me it, make me beautiful!" Rogue laughed as Jubilee sprang out of her seat, her hand saluting her friend in a military style. Putting on a serious face she saluted back, her voice deepening as she gave Jubilee her orders, "Go do recon, select the
perfect outfit, NOT yellow," Jubilee's face went to a smirk and pushed her tongue out quickly before Rogue continued. "An outfit to make the gods notice me again, something grown up but not slutty, something adult but not old." A dangerous thought drifted through her mind and Rogue smiled as she watched Jubilee react to it, "An if you can find it in leather, buy it."
"Leather?"
"Yup leather, suede as well if you can, its soft on mah skin."
Jubilee looked at her friend and quirked an eyebrow, a copy of Logan's own particular look crossed her small face as she questioned Rogue.
"You been near the Wolvester again? Absorbed him in training?"
"No why?"
"Just the leather thing Roguey that's all, it's something I'd expect from him. He never lets that old ratty leather out of his sight, I'm sure he's a bit too attached to it if you ask me." Her face made a suggestive wink and Rogue exploded with laughter, the sound ringing out in the quiet space of the library.
"No, you've got him ah'll wrong. It's just his oldest thing, holds memories Jubes, good ones." Seeing her understand she waved her closer until she was close enough to whisper to her. "Go to the store near that expensive jewellers, the one Scott got Jean's wedding ring
from. They had some nice suede stuff in there last time we were at the mall, something nice an `restrained' if you catch mah drift." She saw Jubilee running through the stores in her head and she locked
onto the one Rogue was talking about. They'd been in once and had run out just as quickly, they hadn't been ready for what had lain inside the doors but now Jubilee liked to have a rummage around for new ideas.
"You sure?" Rogue nodded a small flush coming to her face as she thought about what she could come back with.
"Remember though, nothing yellow or bright red, mah skin's too pale for those colours." Jubilee was bouncing away from her; her voice carrying over the shelves of books lined row upon row.
"Yeah, yeah, I know something autumn coloured I did do your colour chart if you remember." With that she was gone, going hunting in the world of the mall and Rogue settled back into her books. The world carried on even if you didn't want it to, being an adult meant you still did what you had to even when you don't want to.
Dinner came, there was a split in their usual table, Kitty and Bobby were doing a united front, while Jubilee was seated with the rest of them giving the pair of them daggers from across the table. When she'd joined them all she'd sat next to Bobby as usual, Jubilee almost spitting feathers as she ate her dinner until she'd just looked at Kitty and spoken to the entire table. "Kitty, you an Bobby
make a good pair. Almost as good as Scott an Jean, ah'm just sorry y'all didn't talk to me before today. Just because ah've got a temper don't mean ah'd hurt ya, just that it'd have been nice to be told before ah walked in on your plans for Spring Break." She then turned
to Bobby and fixed him with a hurt smile that turned everyone to her side in one simple movement. "Bobby ah know you didn't love me, hell all we had was a mad rush tryin' to beat the odds of mah skin. Ah'm dangerous an ah should've been thinkin instead of just lettin mah
hormones get the best of me. Ah could've killed you Bobby and people need you out there, Kitty needs you, she's always wanted you an now she has you. Ah wish you both well cos life's too short to hold a grudge." Jubilee snorted at that comment and a whisper was heard
going around the table, `you could if you were Logan'. Smiling at the comment Rogue just hung her head for a second before lifting her eyes to everyone sat around the table, "Yeah your right but ah'm not him an ah don't have the time." Finishing her speech she picked up her empty tray and walked away from the table, the heat of unshed tears prickling her eyes.
Not seeing the lounging figure seated in the corner, his gaze centred on the table she'd just come from and the looks of shame that filled the faces there. The figure watching her walking away back straight and head held high, even though she was falling apart inside, pride
keeping her up when she wanted to crumble. Smiling to himself as he looked over to the two new lovebirds holding hands, the closeness making his own thoughts run along different lines. Listening and watching the group quietly from his hidden corner, only moving when Jubilee left the table, he had some catching up to do.
The boxes were on her bed along with her underwear from earlier in the day, Bobby had dropped them off in her room. Taking the soiled things she threw them straight in the trash she wasn't going to wear them again, not ever. That part of her life was over, Bobby was over and she wasn't going to associate herself with that nylon bodysuit
any more, if someone wanted to touch her she'd be the bare one from now on. She deserved someone who'd understand the danger and still want to touch her because of who she was not because the touch itself was an aphrodisiac to them. Smiling she touched the smallest box laid on her bed, curious she lifted the lid, a deep burgundy silk shone out against the pale tissue of the box. Lifting the entire thing out a set of pyjama's revealed themselves to her gaze, perfect in shape and form, shedding her shirt she pulled the cool silk over her skin.
The colour matched her skin, making the deep colour seem darker and her skin more delicate, leaving the sides open walking to the mirror in her room and seeing herself revealed in it. Her breasts were surrounded by the dark material making her look older, stronger, more herself shifting the fabric over her body and watching her reaction flush across her skin. That something so simple could cause her frustration to peak again, the hunger never satisfied because she'd never have someone who'd dare to be with her in that way. Besides she could never live with the guilt if she hurt someone, she knew that
and quickly drew the sides shut looking at the top now as something to sleep in. It covered her arms down to her palms, neatly and shapely, Jubilee had outdone herself there was definitely something to be said about having your own personal shopper.
Turning to the other boxes, she lost herself in the exploration of the rest of them, leaving the largest for the last, knowing exactly where it had come from.
A rainbow of autumn colour was on the bed, from burnt oranges to vivid blue's, scarves, gloves, shirts in cotton, silk, lycra. A couple of pairs of sheer patterned leggings that would leave nothing to the imagination when she wore them under a skirt. Touching the box lid Rogue took a breath before opening the lid, inside was something
Jubilee had bought for her, for the Rogue she knew. Inside the tissue were three items, shaking a little she lifted the first one, A bustier made of a deep green coloured suede, the straps at the back were adjustable so it would grow as she did. It swept upward over the
shoulders lined with silk and boned it would make her look wonderful, dropping it on the bed her hands went to the next item. Bigger than the last the item unfolded, revealing them to be tooled leather, thin dark brown leather, again lined with silk. Thin but tough the pattern
on the legs a tribal design chasing down the sides of the legs, knowing when she put them on the pattern would shift and move with her. The pattern even went over the seat, there were no pockets in these trousers, everything about them was made to be `second skin' and Rogue smiled when she thought about Jubilee buying these for her.
The last item was under the rest and it took a while to uncover but when she did the sight of it made her wish Jubilee was here so she could hug her. The coat was perfect, deep brown leather, long, supple but feminine, the coat could be worn as a dress if you tied it right
or as a coat to cover other things. The back was boned like the bustier giving support and shape to the wearer, there was even some leather food packed inside the box and a care leaflet. Taking new hangers Rogue shook out the new additions to her wardrobe and fitted them inside, a new leaf had turned; she wouldn't hide what she was
anymore. She was dangerous, her skin could kill but it didn't mean she wasn't capable of feeling another's touch, when she'd packed everything away and tidied the boxes Rogue went to find Jubilee. She owed her a beer and she'd drive, hell she might even wear her new stuff tonight, the thought riding high in her mind she went to find her.
Jubilee was sat in the kitchen, her face down in a bucket of ice cream; she looked up at the sound of her footsteps and whooshed out a sigh of relief. "Glad it's you, I don't think I could go through another question and answer session like that one again." Rogue was about to ask when Jubilee just grabbed her arm as she got up from the table, "Come on we're blowing this popsicle stand for a while and you're buying." Realising her friend had the same idea as she had Rogue just let herself be led back upstairs, they'd be going out tonight and god help any man who came near.
They'd been at Rosie's for about an hour when Jubilee finally told her who'd she'd been talking to in the kitchen, "Rogue you'd better warn Bobby when we get back, he's in for a rough time of it."
"Why?"
"I've just had the pleasure of a conversation with our resident terror, Logan. He wanted the skinny on you and Bobby, he didn't look happy when I told him about this afternoon." Rogue didn't understand this; Logan had been her friend ever since he'd brought her here. He'd tried to be there for her but his own life had made their
friendship a little distant but she knew she could always talk to him if she needed to but him actually asking someone else about her? That didn't look good, usually he went straight to the horses mouth if he wanted to know something about her, she did about him.
"What did he ask you?" Jubilee picked the label on her beer, the almost distracted look on her face not fooling her friend who knew she'd told him something she shouldn't have. "JUBE'S! What did you tell him?" Her gaze shot back upto her friends face, the look of guilt running through her as she answered.
"He asked me if Bobby had taken you yet." The look of shock in her gaze must have spoken for her because Jubilee began to fill the silence building between them. "I didn't tell him anything, I avoided the question, you know side stepped it but he just kept badgering me. Asking me if Bobby hurt you, if that was the reason Bobby had split up with you because he hadn't yet." Seeing Rogues eyes fill with a kind of anger that she hadn't seen since someone had called Logan an
animal in front of her Jubilee tried to make things better. "He pulled his claws on me Rogue." The words snapped her back to the now, Logan her protector, her saviour had pulled his claws on her best friend, her face went serious as she realised how scared Jubilee had been.
"Did he threaten you?" Her tone was even but the implied threat was heavy in the air, if he had she'd be seeing him herself and he'd regret seeing her.
"Not really…"
"Did he or didn't he? Jube's tell me the truth!"
"He said if I didn't tell him he'd shred my wardrobe while I was wearing it." A coldness slid over Rogue, Logan had threatened her to find out something he could've asked her about if he'd wanted to. "Rogue he didn't mean to scare me he just wanted to know what was
going on with you." Rogues attention rested on her friend, even now Jubilee was trying to defend him, knowing that if she was there was more to this than she knew about. Grabbing her hand she pulled her arm over the table so her bare skin was visible, "Jube's you tell me
exactly what he asked you and what you told him right now or ah swear ah'll touch you." The threat was empty and they both knew it but it drove home her need to understand and know what the two people who meant the most to her were doing talking about her instead of asking
her what was wrong.
"Okay."
Jubes outlined what she'd spent nearly an hour trying to avoid saying to Logan that her relationship with Bobby hadn't been what she'd thought it would be. That he'd been selfish a boy instead of a man, putting his own needs first instead of hers. Using her as an aphrodisiac, he'd get his pleasure with her as much as he could then
he'd find Kitty and fuck her into the floor. Telling him of her frustration, the six months of trying to trust him, not knowing Bobby had stopped trying three months into their relationship. Rogue just sat there, Jubilee had told him everything she knew, even if she'd guessed Bobby was cheating on her, hearing it confirmed from her
friends mouth made it sting all the more. Squashing the hurt down she looked at Jubilee, her fear shining out of her gaze.
"Rogue I'm…." she held a hand up and Jubilee stopped. The silence filled the space and Jubilee shifted in her seat about to leave when Rogue grabbed her.
"Where you goin?" Jubilee looked at her friends gloved grip on her arm before looking at her face.
"Thought you might want me to leave." Rogue shook her head a sad smile on her face as she guided her back into her seat.
"Why would you think that, you were honest with me Jube's, it hurts but at least you didn't lie to me. You were cornered by the resident bad ass and if he was in a bad mood he'd have done what he'd said Jubes, ah know he would." Jubilee was about to say something in the
negative until Rogue tapped the side of her skull, "Where do you think ah get mah temper from, ah wasn't always such a bitch ya know."
Jubilee clutched her hands in her own and the moment passed, dressed in her new trousers and coat Rogue steeled her heart. Time she told someone to keep his nose out of her business; she did out of his life, never asking for more than she knew he was willing to give her.
Well she wasn't in need of rescuing anymore she'd do this on her own and he had no right to force someone else to tell him what he should have asked her in the first place.
"Come on Jube's lets go home,
ah've had enough today. Ah just want to go to bed and wake up to a different tomorrow." Smiling Jubes went to pay their tab leaving Rogue wondering how she'd tackle Logan when she saw him not realising he was waiting for her back home.
She was beat; Jubilee had left her to find her own way to bed the rest of the mansion was quiet and all she was hoping for was some downtime alone, unfortunately that wasn't going to happen. Opening her door she almost walked into Logan's chest, he'd been reaching for the door handle when she'd opened it on him. She nearly got out `What the hell…' before he shut the door on her and locked it; her anger peaked when she heard it ready to speak when Logan just pushed her against the closed door. He was flush against her so she could feel every piece of him, her hands had gone up toward his chest trying to
give herself some room but he gave her none. Her brain was all over the place, what was he doing, what did he want from her, he'd been distant for a while and now he was here in her room trying to fix something he had no idea about. "Logan, get…" she had no time to finish the sentence as something warm and soft met her lips.
She froze as her brain finally kicked in and told her what was happening Logan was kissing her. Logan, her friend, her protector, her once saviour was kissing her, the silk slide of his lips against hers made thought almost impossible as her body reacted to the stimulus. Grabbing hold of his shoulders and keeping him close to
her, feeling his hands slide down the coat she was wearing to her hips. Lifting her a little so he could slide himself against her, her thigh brushing against his groin, making him rumble with her touch.
His own weight and muscle grinding into the apex of her thighs making her slide against him with the feelings that were building in her, the frustration of months boiling over inside. She knew how Logan did things, he took what he wanted when he wanted and at the moment, he
wanted her. It wasn't perfect and it certainly wouldn't be permanent but it was all she had and she'd take it as far as she could without dropping the ball. Feeling her relax into him Logan pulled back from her, letting her see him in the light of her room, there was a sheen to his skin, reaching up a gloved hand she slid a finger along his cheek. An oily substance was adhered to the thin leather of her glove, unscented but definitely a barrier, catching the smile on his face Rogue shed her gloves. Reaching out a shaking finger she drew the bare skin along his stubbled cheek, the glide of the substance
didn't retard heat or feeling just her mutation, the wonder of it made her still in his embrace her gaze questioning. One heated word whispered into her ear solved the question, "Hank," the large blue doctor had a supply of barrier creams and oils he kept for emergencies, Rogue wasn't the only student here with skin issues.
Logan had raided Hank's supplies, a thought about how far Logan covered himself with it crossed her eyes, as if he'd heard her he moved back so her hand could drop down his skin. Knowing she was lost in the touch of her own skin on someone else's, keeping up the pressure on her hips with his own as she slid her fingers down his
neck. Watching him shift the corded muscle as he bent his head away so she could touch more of his sun darkened skin, the feeling of his blood racing under her pads exciting her more than the constant grinding at her sex. She could feel herself tightening inside, her breath coming in short deep gulps, her other hand still gripping his shoulder with covered fingers, her slight glance toward them enough of a message for Logan to react to. Snatching her hand with his own he tore the glove away, revealing her pale skin and bringing the pale digits to his mouth.
The feel of his tongue on her skin was enough to coalesce the nebulous twitching in her groin, making it spike as her naked fingers gripped the back of his thick neck, her mouth tripping over words she had no knowledge of as they fell from her lips. Her brain focussed entirely on the feelings Logan was creating with his mouth on her
fingers, just how he was able to do it eluded her but she knew Hank had once told her about the different types of skin, about how her internal passages were different. All that mattered right now was that they didn't stop what they were doing, tightening herself on the strong muscle lodged at her centre as the wave broke over her, seeing
Logan's nostrils widen as he caught her scent change. His eyes darken with something she'd seen before, only glimpsed in memory but here with her causing her a little frisson of fear to colour her scent.
Logan rumbling, as he smelled her fear mixed in with the release of her endorphins, her skin flushed pink as Logan shifted her again. Never letting her get far from his grip or his weight on her, the sound of metal unsheathing brought her home a little but not enough to figure out what he was doing until it was too late. The sudden
feeling of air on her sensitive core was replaced by oiled fingers as they widened the tear he'd made with his blades, slipping two fingers deep inside her, the muscle fighting to relax. The intrusion making her body spike with pleasure again as it hungered for the touch to
continue, to ease the ache that never left her.
Her own hands were locked around his neck and in his mouth, pulling the still warm fingers from his mouth he dragged them down his body slowly as he shifted his own fingers inside her. Letting her feel all the textures as her fingers passed them, rubbing them against his groin, letting her feel the pulse of him under her fingertips, the soft denim almost like silk to her. Releasing her hand as he began to unbutton the denim under her fingers, she was still stroking the hardness under them, each pulse of blood read by her. Unnerved she didn't want to touch him, what if she hurt him? What if he hadn't covered himself properly, the thoughts were lost as Logan took her soft hand and wrapped her around him. The heat from him almost burned her, the growl nearly deafening as he moved her hand along the slicked length, dropping her gaze she saw her hand wrapped around him. The possessive hunger it brought to the surface of her obvious to her subconscious as to where it had come from, it was Logan's.
The sight so completely different to the times she'd held Bobby like this, Logan's heat was burning her palm, even the tight dark curls at the base of him were glistening. He'd covered every inch of himself with this stuff, just so he could touch her, so he could do this. Her heart flared as she let the feelings flow through her, bringing her own store of Logan toward the surface of her mind.
Tightening her grip on him made Logan force her head to look at him, releasing her hand from his own he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him. Digging his own fingers deep inside her, pulling and pushing the sensitive flesh until the feelings were drowning her, his lips and tongue not giving her chance to speak or breathe. Finally, when Logan pulled his head away, she felt him grip her hips tight moving her as he slid into her shifting her hips wider as he began to move. Lifting her legs to wrap around him feeling him go deeper, her naked hands lost in his scalp, taking handfuls of hair and gripping tight
as he fucked her. The door rattling in the frame with each thrust into her body, breaking her open, breaking her in like a horse, the sides of her quivering vagina clenching and gripping the intrusion taking as much pleasure from him as she could. She was backed against
the solid door, the unrelenting force Logan was pushing into her wasn't like anything she'd imagined or experienced in memory. He was almost brutal with her, breath heavy and laboured, eyes almost black, teeth clenched, his hands digging deep into her hips knowing she'd have bruises tomorrow all over her back and hips, some with his fingerprints in them. Somewhere inside her mind, she knew who was in charge, it wasn't her and it wasn't Logan, it was Wolverine. The thought of him taking her made her resolve crumble a little but the sensations were drowning out her mind.
Yet, all the while the hunger screamed at her, the need overpowered her sense of thought, of propriety, her needs were being met and she could trust him. She didn't care if it lasted one night or for the rest of her life, all that mattered was the now, feeling his jaw clench a little harder as her body began to shudder. Her clit over
stimulated; the nerves began to pulse in unison with his thrusts into her body, the faster he went the higher she went until there was nowhere left to go but down. She ached with it, her nerves screaming out, there was nothing to focus on, nothing to release the pleasure
through. Her gaze met the darkness lodged in Logan's own, the bared teeth and hunger in him reflected in her own state, needing a release he gave her one. Diving at her covered shoulder, he bit her, hard.
The stimulus enough to break through the feedback in her body, gripping his body tight with her thighs until she thought she'd break him. Her fingers digging into his scalp keeping him there as he nailed her to the door, the joints beginning to creak as he finally came inside her, the deep pulsing setting her own aftershocks going.
She was too tired to care then; her body had had enough, the touch, the bite, the sheer force of him overpowering her mind and senses. Sensation was beginning to be painful to her and she tried to move away from his body but he held her still, pressing against her and holding her thighs with his hands. The deep rumble that left his
still clenched teeth, her flesh still held in his grip of his feral teeth recognisable as a word to her mind, `Mine', a smile dropping over her face before darkness and relief took over. Blotting out the world in a darkness where the quiet inside her body lulled her to
sleep, the hunger finally filled, the need sated.
When she passed out on him he'd wondered about leaving her alone, waking up by herself then he'd remembered the last time he'd left her when she'd needed him. No he'd wait for her to wake up and then he'd set things straight, settling back on his side of her bed he waited
for her to come back to herself. He'd expected her to do this, after having no touch for so long any touch would over stimulate her eventually, smiling to himself he waited for her.
Rogue ached, there was a sticky feeling that was oddly familiar but it wasn't the same as usual, the cramp wasn't the same. Her period ached where this was a faint pleasurable throb, then everything hit her at once, Logan, the door, her trousers. Sitting bolt upright she
reached over to her lamp for it to switch on by itself, Logan was sat there in her chair, half-naked his skin still glistening with whatever it was he'd put on himself. Just seeing him sat there made her body ache, reminding her of a predator just waiting for lunch to
walk by, his jeans were still open and he noticed her glance at the open buttons. Cocking his head to one side he smiled at her, the darkness in his gaze deepening a little as he spoke to her, "Still hungry?" Rogue didn't know how to answer, things had just taken a very odd turn for her in their relationship and she needed to know
what was going on. Logan got up so her head was now at his groin level taking her chin in his hand he lifted her head so she could see his face. Her own skin betraying her as she coloured pink at his suggestion, moving her backward onto the bed again, covering her with
his own bare skin. "I asked you a question," the tone filled with something like possession, expecting her to answer him. As she moved the muscles of her back protested, the pain becoming recognisable now, her shoulders hurt where he'd hammered her to the door, dropping back onto the soft surface of her bed she let him rest over her. His fingers traced over her face, the rough skin on his hands lighting up trails over her, closing her eyes for a second to concentrate on them, their thick strength as they traced over her soft lips. Her tongue flashing out to taste the skin that was touching her own, the tang of the oil burning her tongue a little, the pain worth the light she put in Logan's eye. His purr rumbling over her enough to make her
body quiver again, her voice found as he moved down to her lips again.
"Why now?" He didn't stop moving, he just licked the side of her mouth with his tongue, making her heart speed, the look in his gaze telling her why, she belonged to him, had done since he picked her up. She still needed to hear it and tried to push him back a little, the darkness grew in his gaze and he bared his teeth as he held her
flat to the bed, suddenly all business and seriousness.
"You're mine, that's all there is to it. No matter where you are or who you're with, You're Mine. Never forget that Marie."
The tone was all Logan, to prove his point he pressed her down into the bed with his groin, already hard and aching to enter her again, she couldn't help but react to him. Her hips moving with his, her breasts meeting his chest and a sigh out of her throat, a dark smile covering his
lips adding, "See you know it too." Kissing her hard and rubbing himself along her until she was covered by the mixture of the oil and his scent, her body humming with need again. Her hands on his back, clawing his skin as she fought for purchase on him as he shifted along her body.
Suddenly he was up and off her, pulling himself straight and leaving her room, the only thing marring his exit was the door that didn't close properly anymore. Leaving her flushed and gasping on the mess of her bed, the knock going unnoticed until Jubilee poked her head inside and saw her friend in a state, "I was just going to have a
raid on the fridge, do you …Jeez Rogue you okay?" Blinking at her friend Rogue just shook her head as the first tear dropped out of her, things had happened and she didn't know what to do about it.
Jubilee just ran over and hugged her as she protected herself against Rogues skin with a shirt she picked off the floor. Only when she'd been holding her for a while did Jubilee notice it wasn't one of Rogue's, the red check that was glaring at her could only be one person they both knew. Curling up behind Rogue as she laid down to sleep, Jubilee hoped tomorrow would be a better day for all of them.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
This one has some issues about sex and violence that may be unsuitable for some readers but I'm exploring a darker Logan here, hope you like him.