The Cajun wasn't foolish, or deluded. He -knew- what would happen if he handed over that ring with a smile and a sly "happy birthday, cherie."
Something about the Johnny Mercer playing in the background, she figured. Sure, the crooner was an Atlantian and Remy LeBeau was a New Orleans Thief, but the difference didn't seem to matter when he leaned back in the chair and oh-so-casually handed over the wedding ring Bella Donna had once slapped on his finger to her.
"Figure it's got better use with you, biche."
"Remy..."
"Hush, cherie. It'll fit you good, dat ring, so go and borrow it for a night. Jus' bring it back so in case dat assassin wench ever gets her senses and visits, I can wrap it 'round her petite neck."
This was the moment that she could have said no, but she also wasn't stupid enough to indulge that guilty little voice in her head. Remy was sweet on her for a lot of reasons, but he knew that keeping her and the short tempered Wolverine apart was bad for everyone's health, so his gift, the shiny little gold ring that could negate mutant powers when worn, was an attempt to be nice to the odd couple.
"Thanks, sugah."
"T'ank me later."
"I'm sure I will."
A lil bit later...
If there was one time she was a bit nervous, it was now. After all this time, from her first run-ins with fellow mutants to the more recent missions she had been dragged on, she never quite thought that she would have the opportunity to walk into his quarters and pounce him for the sake of sex.
Somehow, saving his life by leaping on his black leather clad body in the heat of battle just wasn't the same.
But her first, daring move in his room would sure prove to scare him, that was certain. He didn't know about the gift of the ring, and she intended to not warn him. Hell, midway to the floor, he'd think she was on a kamikaze mission to kill them both... not that either hadn't considered it before.
So the nervousness remained, making her fiddle with the little ring. Wearing it on her index finger, the Cajun's hands larger (and a bit hotter, arguably), she had been spinning it around since she first slipped it on.
It worked: that was the important thing.
Unfortunately, Jubilee probably wouldn't talk to her for a few days. Somehow, running up and hugging the other girl without gloves may have been an excellent test for the ring, but it didn't go over well with her friends.
Next time she'd test it on Johnny. That little pyromaniac needed a swift kick.
"Come on, girl, you got what he wants, just dress it up an' stroll yourself into his room."
"Rogue, who ya talking to?"
Jumping back from the mirror, the little shriek betraying her utter ignorance of her surroundings, Rogue tried to smile at the man who was standing behind her.
As if she didn't realise who it was within the first word he uttered, she took a moment to let the moment sink in. Logan. In her room.
And she could -touch- him.
"Did I miss something? You're awfully dressed considering the other girls just blew out of here in a giggle storm."
Her throat dried up in seconds. "Uh, hi Logan."
His brow furrowed a little, his original idea of springing a movie and coffee on her suddenly tossed out the door for her sudden shyness. This wasn't like her recently. "What's up? You're a little tense. Bad grade for the birthday gift from Geek Eye?"
Her mouth curled into a grin. Scott, in full It's-Mister-Summers mode, had given her an extra day to turn in a paper she had accidentally put in a "safe" place instead of the bad grade he was doling out to the other procrastinators. "No, he-- tha's not it... I just... What are you doin' here, Logan? Wasn't I supposed to meet you in your room?"
He shrugged. "I got bored."
So much for the pouncing idea. "Oh. Well, uh, why don' you sit down on my bed, and I'll go, um..."
Backing up, trying his best to ignore the sleek green dress that clung to her body, Logan pointed a finger towards the only made bed. "I'll just sit there, okay?"
Making a dash for the bathroom, nearly knocking Kitty's hairdryer off the counter, Rogue slammed the door behind her, turned on the faucet and leaned against the door. Maybe it was the ring. Maybe it was turning off all those dirty little ideas she had read about in the romance novels. Maybe it was actually weakening her, and this was a defensive reaction: run from the guy that could take a beating from the entire NHL and still be up for more.
Or maybe it was the fact that she could strip him naked and do all those neat things she had read about was making her nervous.
The latter seemed the most likely option as she stared at the gold ring.
"Get your southern ass out there, girlie, if you know wha's good for you." Tugging at the dress, she took a deep breath and stared at herself in the mirror. "He's sin on wheels, and you -know- you want him. Just go on -out-and prove it..."
"Hey, are you alri--"
Picking the worst moment to finally step out, Rogue heard the telltale slam of the door hitting Logan in the head and shoulder, the compactly muscled mutant flying back in a string of curses.
Trying not to laugh, she ran over, noticing the little scratch mending on his forehead. It was knitting up so fast, hardly any blood slipping out of the closing wound, the skin working back together like a seamless quilt.
She touched where the cut had been.
Logan froze, waiting for the agony of her power ripping through his nerves, but it never happened. His eyes were locked on her hand, his gaze cross-eyed as he tried to visually confirm that yes, she actually had her hand on him, and no, he wasn't having the life sucked out of him again.
"Whoah, kid, shouldn't you be draining me out?"
She couldn't help but smile. She'd be thanking Remy for this moment for a long time. "Nope. Le's just say that this Belle's got her birthday gift all picked out for herself."
The eyebrow below her finger arched sharply. "And what is that, exactly?"
Taking away her finger, savouring the warmth lingering on her bare skin, the first comforting warmth she had felt in many years, she bent over, lingering above him, and smiled. "You."
And then she kissed him.
Her first kiss was not David. It was in the second grade, when boys were just little kids that used a different potty and played with different toys. It had no real meaning.
The first kiss that meant something, however, was David. She liked him, would have loved to have had a teenage relationship with him, but it was probably more memorable because she tossed him into a coma for three weeks.
But now. She wasn't a child. She wasn't hurting anyone. She was kissing someone. Kissing Logan, and it felt -right.- Warm. Heady.
It made her want more.
One of his hands, rough skinned and a little hairy, slipped around her neck, pulling her further against him. Losing her balance, her hands flying out to balance herself, she instinctively jumped when her palms impacted his chest.
Using the jolt to pull her face just a little away, her long hair slipping down around her ears and cheeks, Logan shook his head. "What did you do, girl?"
"I think Remy's jus' a little sick of us lookin' at each other like we've got a pane of glass restin' between us."
"Smart Cajun," Logan murmured. "So what else can ya do, or do I lose a hand the closer I get to ya?"
"Get as close as you like."
This was the chance he had been--almost literally-- dying for. Tightening his grip on her neck, pulling her down so fast that the little gasp escaped her, he took her lips against his, tasting her for the first time, savouring the tang of her saliva.
And when she finally laid across his body, soaking in his warmth though her pores like a thirsty sponge, she began to understand a little of what those dime-store smut books always talked about.
Gasping when one of his hands slipped across her back, fingers skirting at the edges of her breast, she caught the look she had so wanted to see from him.
He wanted her.
"Logan-- please-- no clothes, no protective layers of fabric, not now."
Nodding shortly, sitting up a little, he pushed her upright into his lap, skimming his fingers across the silky green dress, using the bunched hem at her milky thighs to get a firm grip. With a quick move upward, peeling it away from her freshly matured body, he tossed the dress aside and settled strong, clawless hands at her waist, just holding her.
"What do you want?"
She bit a lip and wiggled on his lap, catching the growl when she pressed the jeans further against sensitive areas. This was so surreal. She was wearing a bra, panties and the ring, Logan's hands sitting on her. They were flesh to flesh. Truly.
"Everything we couldn' do before."
The snort he gave was an amused one. "No matter what that card tossing thief gave you, I'm not doing -everything.-"
"Then maybe just a lil more than before."
Feeling her trim waist under his hands, letting his thumbs wander along the edge of the pale blue cotton underwear, Logan blew a breath between his lips. This was going to be tough, holding back, not letting himself lose control. He wouldn't want to hurt her. He couldn't let himself.
But that damn nagging voice in the back of his head was screaming that maybe a little loss of control was exactly what they both needed.
With a grunt, he let his hand wander up her waist, touching the bottom of her bra, running fingerpads over the fabric and watching her face. Working around to her back, finding the clasp with a thumb, he waited for her little gasp to unhook the undergarment effortlessly, removing his other hand from her waist to pull the fabric free from her body.
Sliding back, feeling suddenly exposed to the air, Rogue licked her lips and swallowed. Flexing her hands nervously, she opened her mouth, at which point Logan silenced her with a finger to the lips.
"Hush, girl. Stuttering and bashful comments ain't the venue tonight." Throwing aside the bra and sliding his palms up her ribcage, rubbing gently along her pale, warm skin, he drew her down. The feel of her breasts pressing into his chest made the thin cotton t-shirt crawl, but he resisted, instead grazing his lips and rough chin along her collarbone and neck.
"Aahn, Logan..."
He chuckled against her throat. "No one else here." Sitting up suddenly, throwing her forward as his legs bent to cradle her back, he raised an eyebrow and released his arms from her, yanking his shirt off and throwing it towards the growing pile of clothing. Pausing to take a moment and look at her half-naked form, the grin curled up his mouth. Using a tender grip under her shoulders to bring her forward, he kissed along her sternum when it brushed the tip of his nose. Trailing down her ribcage as low as he could, he felt the tension in her muscles, her eyes locked on his head. Looking up into her brown eyes, lowering his knees to the floor, he caught the apprehension in her gaze.
"Stand up, Marie, and relax. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Nodding absently, she stood and watched as Logan rose easily off the floor, quirking a grin at her before sauntering over to her bed to unlace his boots. Dropping the steel toed shitkickers and stripping off the socks right after, he looked up to notice her standing right where she had been before.
"Problem?"
"Ahm, no."
Standing back up, the shadows dancing across his chest as his hands moved towards the fly of his jeans, he made lazy strides across the room, approaching her stiff form. Undoing the button and easing the zipper down, he eased the denim slowly off his lower torso, dropping the fabric and stepping out of them, exposing the dark green jockeys that clung to him like a second skin.
Rogue inhaled sharply. If she just crawled into an air duct she could avoid the panic attack daring to take over her...
Setting a hand on her cheek, pulling her close, he kissed her again, parting her mouth with his lower lip, using the advantage to work his tongue in. Her little moan betraying her enjoyment, he let his hands slip down over her neck and shoulders, trailing down her bare arms as he broke away from her mouth and worked down her front once more. Catching her hands and twining their fingers together as he inhaled the scent of her skin at the curve of her breasts, the gold ring brushed against his left hand, her heat radiating off the gold.
Damn that Cajun for not lending out the magic trinket sooner.
Squeezing his hands, still disbelieving that she was -touching- him and all she felt was the sweet sticky warmth of his living breathing skin, she smiled nervously. "Logan?"
"No passing out on me, Marie," he murmured against her skin, burying his nose just about the rise of her abdomen.
"Uuuhm."
His right hand worked free from hers and slid up a leg, curling around her thigh to land, thumb pressing up between her legs, on the blue cotton. Her little sigh made him shudder, inclining him to shift against the rising reaction in his own body. Pressing a kiss against her abdomen, teasing the panties away from her flesh, her wriggles accompanied by the lower wandering of his fingers and mouth.
When his hand played at the curve of her now bare buttocks, his nose heady with her scent, her free hand death wrapped around his neck, fingernails curling into his nape.
He growled, the rumbling echoing in his chest. "Careful now."
The combination of his beard against her all too sensitive parts and the tickle of his hot breath was nearly overwhelming. "Ah, oh, that tickles, Logan, hey-- oooh..."
A little grin curled up his cheek as he ripped her voice away.
Resting on his knees, picking up one of her legs and raising it just right so he could slip the panties off, he caught himself treating Rogue gentler than any other woman, cradling her calf in a strong hand while stripping her of her final shred of clothing. He had pictured this moment a million times in his head, imagining her smell, how she would look clad in nothing but light and air, wondering what the sweet young woman would taste like, feel like.
What he would do when the point of no return arrived and he was left with only her body and his urges.
Lifting her other leg a little, just high enough to remove the panties and then kiss the top of her foot, he used his free hands and ran fingers down the length of her body as he nuzzled against her mound.
Her moan was palpable.
Growling a little, mostly to himself, Logan trailed his fingers at the edge of her labia, the soft flesh warm and moist to his touch, her body jerking when he kissed her, gently at first, and then harder, parting his lips against her sex to taste her. Balancing her suddenly unstable form with one hand, he used the other free one to drop the underwear to her ankle, the fabric pooling carelessly on the ground. Suckling lightly at her clit, hearing the gasp as she discovered the new sensations in lightning blurs, he suppressed the murmuring growl in his throat, her arousal hardening his member the rest of the way.
Tracing fingers along the edges of her buttocks and down to between her legs, he chuckled when she bucked in his grip, drawing back a little, replacing tongue with thumb. "Marie?"
Half-slitting eyes open, she couldn't really make herself stop moving. "Huh?"
"All you have do is tell me to 'stop' and I will."
She shook her head sharply, gasping when his index finger slipped inside her, rubbing gently against inner walls. "Ya do and Ah'll hurt ya."
He swallowed. He had offered to leave despite the ache in his groin begging him to pull her to the floor and take care of his own long repressed need. Licking his lips, tasting her juices again, he placed his free hand on her waist. "Kneel down, Marie."
Nodding, she set her hands on his shoulders and bent down, whimpering when the hand at her sex pulled away. Balancing on wobbly knees, she looked Logan right in the eyes and blinked. "Wow."
"What?"
"Nuthin', Ah'm just... I can' believe this is happenin'."
Flashing a rare, genuine smile, Logan pushed her hair behind her shoulders and slid a hand behind her neck, exploring her mouth in a kiss. Pulling back, he cocked his head to the side. "Gimme a sec, okay?"
"Where?"
"Get on the bed, Marie, I'll be there in a sec."
She nodded numbly and tried to stand up without feeling a little lightheaded. Absently touching the ring, she blinked. It was a miracle she could walk with the way her legs felt, little coils of tension she wasn't entirely used to tightening her abdomen. Settling on the comforter, adjusting so a pillow was under her head, she crossed her arms over her chest and repressed the shiver. Drawing her eyes to Logan, who had walked to where his jeans were, she watched as he withdrew a billfold, and then a small package. With a quick curl of strong fingers, he slid the jockeys off, exposing an ass of carved muscle, his hip slightly turned so she could see...
Her breath catching, she couldn't stop staring at Logan as he freed the condom from its package and slid it on the thick length of his cock, the little jerk of his hips only making the scene more tempting to her. Her entire body gave into a shiver, the slick wetness between her legs increasing. Swallowing, suddenly realising that he had turned and was now looking at her, observing the way one of her knees was half crossed over the other, her arms hugged under her breasts, she forced a smile.
Taking the few steps, quickly casting a glance back to the door, the bolt unlocked, he met her eyes.
"They promised to not be back for a while."
Grunting, the throbbing in his groin painful after accidentally brushing fingers across the tip, he crawled across the bed, pausing as he loomed just above her. Using a knee to gently push her legs apart, a rough hand stroking her cheek and throat, he lowered himself carefully down. His mouth next to her ear, his voice was a whisper. "Don't let me hurt ya, Marie. Just relax," he trailed off for a moment as he shifted, his other hand trailed down between her legs again to circle her clit, sliding a finger past her opening.
Arching a little, her thigh rubbing against his hard length, she heard him groan and press her finger harder inside her, pumping in and out. When he paused, cutting off her question with a probing kiss, he inserted another finger. Muffling her cry with his mouth, he could feel her virgin inner muscles starting to tighten around his fingers.
Shifting down her neck, he angled his hand and worked at her a little longer until she gasped, the hand she had at his shoulder tightened. Squeezing her eyes shut as her entire body went rigid, the orgasm snapping over her with a new ferocity, she panted as the waves ebbed.
Nuzzling her neck, Logan waited 'til her heart slowed a bit. "Marie?"
"Unnh... Logan?"
"Are ya okay?"
"Please Logan? Lemme feel you? For real?"
Inhaling, taking his hand from her and shifting just a little so his hips settled just at hers, he drank in her gaze, heavy and wanton. Arching back a little, guiding himself, he felt the shudder of control grip him and set his jaw. Even here, it was enough to make him climax, but he had to feel her, be inside her. Even if it could be only once.
"God, Marie..." His covered tip pushed passed the outer ring of muscles, the agonising bolt ripping up his spine. Pressing further in, the tightness of her walls around him almost too much. Feeling the sudden stiffness of her body under him, he made a soft sound. "Sssh, just let it go. It'll hurt, but not as bad if you relax..."
Biting her lip, she nodded. The pain was there, but was tolerable. Every inch of him sunk deeper and deeper inside, and she wondered where the breaking point was... "Oooh."
His eyes were locked on her. "Marie?"
"Ah'm fi--" Her words were cut off by a hard inhalation. "Fine," she squeaked.
Easing down on top of her lean form, her breasts pressing to his chest, Logan shivered and took a moment to savour the warmth around him. Kissing up her neck to her chin, when he reached her mouth, he drew back and pressed back in, the arch of her back impaling his member further in. The hand at his shoulder tightened and slid down his back, fingers digging in as he slowly began to move. When she started to arch underneath him, shifting with the motion of his hips, his control faded, causing him to angle back, nearly withdrawing completely before burying himself fully.
Sounds that could be construed as pleasure tinged with discomfort changed in his ears to heady whimpers and he drew close to his release, the shuddering of inner walls against his covered length, driving him to move as hard as he thought he could in and out of her. The tension of climax sat at the base of his shaft, and with one final, deep stroke that elicited a cry from Marie, he came, white heat filling the sheath's reservoir.
With a harsh pant he kissed her face, watching her writhe. Still moving inside her, working free the last bit of moisture, her body arched and rocked against his as her fingernails raked over his skin. Her mouth fell open as she stopped breathing for a second, then exhaled long and vocally.
Pulling out, backing up and laving a kiss on each of her nipples, Logan swallowed a few times and stood up, crossing to the bathroom. Carefully removing the latex from his softened member, wrapping it in toilet paper and tossing it into the trash can, he returned to the bed and curled around Marie, stroking her flat stomach. "Marie?"
"Logan, I think I shoul'... no, it's silly."
He cocked his head. "What is it?"
Rolling onto her side and snuggling against his chest, she sighed. "I love y-- I love my birthday gift."
He nodded slowly, catching the glint of the gold ring on her finger. He had caught the meaning of her words well. "Same here, Marie. Same here."
The End
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Story Notes:
I can't tell y'all how long this has been waiting to be finished. too long as my fellow L/R 'shipper/AngstGrrls would say. And, if you don't know what our friendly Cajun is talking about, don't worry about it. I was requested to do L/R smut, I did it, but instead of getting creative and inventing a way to make it possible, I did a spin on one of Stan's ideas. go me. :)