After he saw them talking, he watched the other mutant disappear into the woods. To anyone who didn’t know the two, the scene would have resembled a normal conversation, but he knew better. Even from this distance, he could practically feel the tension coming off both of them.
It was obvious to him, even without his secondary mutation, that the two were attracted to each other. As much as it hurt to admit, they were practically a match made in heaven. Or hell, if you knew them well. But they weren’t together yet, and judging by the way she had stormed off into the woods, it would be some time before they were. He still had a chance to have some fun… if he could just talk her into it.
He had been attracted to her from the beginning, and he hadn’t bothered to keep his attraction a secret. She was strong, smart, beautiful; the kind of woman who wouldn’t object to a little rough foreplay against the back brick wall of a bar, and then turn around and be a lady in front of his mama, if he had one. And then there was the deadly skin thing. He was known for taking risks, and this would rank up there with everything else. He figured that the chance of death would make it that much more exciting.
But she had been too caught up in everything else to really take notice, and then she fell into bed with Havok, of all people. That put a damper on things. He had always assumed that she would be more interested in the bad boy type, the ones who seemed unattainable and protective. It wasn’t that he had anything against the younger man, of course; it was just that Havok was too laid back to be able to take a woman like her seriously. Of course, maybe she was looking for something casual.
He wouldn’t be able to give her anything more than casual, either. “’Cause Remy don’t be needing nothing but casual these days,” he whispered as he lit a thin cigarette, the red of his eyes glowing. He had a plan, but it would have to wait until the pair returned. If they didn’t hook up now, he would have a chance, himself. Hell, maybe they could both use the situation to their advantage.
He smiled slowly, the cigarette clamped between his teeth as he opened the window. After he enjoyed this, he would go find something, or maybe even someone, to pass the time between now and dinner. He wondered if the girl with the green hair he saw at breakfast was eighteen yet or not. Wouldn’t hurt to ask.
And he would make sure to check her ID, too. He really didn’t want to make that mistake twice.
“Have you seen Rogue and Logan?” Storm asked suspiciously when she found Victor lounging in one of the library’s chairs, reading a paperback. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had found the extended version of Cat In The Hat.
“Breakfast of Champions. Kurt Vonnegut. One of the greatest,” Victor told her quickly, a twisted smile forming on his lips as if he knew what she had been thinking. “Haven’t seen them since they left the danger room, either. How’s the boy?”
“Stable. Nothing a little surgery can’t fix. Do you want to tell me exactly what happened in there and why no one stopped it?” she asked, quickly recovering from the shock that Sabertooth might just have an IQ high enough to read and understand Vonnegut. “Your teammates won’t say anything, insisting that they are under strict orders to keep their mouths shut, and the X-Men aren’t cooperating at all.”
“They won’t either. Face it, Storm,” he replied snidely, adding a slow drawl to her name, “they’re just a little more afraid of Logan than they are of you.”
“Then you tell me what happened. I already know you’re not afraid of anyone,” Storm persisted, taking a seat in the chair across from him.
Victor made a production of sighing as he put down his book on the table between them, obviously put out by the interruption. “Your leader made an ass of himself and got what was coming to him. It’s that simple. He thought he could take Rogue on, and lost. And then he made a spectacle of himself to the point where his own team got disgusted with him. What happened in there was of his own doing. And, if you don’t mind my bluntness, you really should be more careful about who you want in charge of your team. He’s a lot less… In control of himself than you think. He’s just really good at hiding it.”
“Robert Drake was hand chosen to take over leadership of this team by Scott Summers, himself,” Storm replied quickly, ready to defend her team. “He has done an excellent job of leading his teammates, and he has excelled beyond all expectations.”
“Yeah, well, what he did in that room was deceptively short of excellence. He’s reckless and out of control,” Victor growled, wanting to get his point across. He had spent more time with the other members of the new X-Men, and found that they were less irritating than he had thought they would be. “I don’t want to see anything happen to those kids because he loses control on the streets.”
“And you’re the picture of control, right?” Storm shot back, working hard to keep her emotions in check. Through the window behind Victor, she could see the few clouds in the sky begin to grow and darken. If she allowed herself to get any more angry, it would surely cause a downpour over the woods. “I haven’t forgotten the last time we met.”
“We weren’t on opposite sides because of my lack of control, Storm,” Victor replied, flashing a smile that showed his canines. “The other team just paid better. It was more a lack of morals, if you will.”
“I remember you telling me to scream for you,” Storm said bitterly, reminding him of the train station. “That didn’t have anything to do with the job.”
“You’re right about that,” Victor laughed quickly, leaning back in his chair. He was beginning to enjoy this conversation. “I thought the job was just about done; grab the girl, bring her back and keep her safe until Magneto was ready for her. I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a little.”
“Bashing my head against a glass booth and growling in my face while choking me is not flirting, Victor.” Thunder sounded outside as the clouds burst open, showering the woods. At this point, Storm was too upset to care. Absently, she hoped no one was out there.
“It is when you’re with me,” Victor replied with a laugh. “What’s wrong with a little… rough foreplay? Besides, you don’t see me getting all… huffy about you hitting me with a bolt of lightening, now do you? I remember that, too. It’s just a part of the job description.”
Storm silently decided that the conversation had become too much for her. Standing before her anger increased any further, she quickly retreated from the library, the feral mutant’s laugh following her. She would find her friends on her own.
He followed her scent slowly, giving her some space. She would stop walking away when she was ready, and he would tell her then. He could feel her in his arms again, but he wanted it to be different from the last time he kissed her. He wanted her to be comfortable and willing. He wanted to feel her ease into the kiss, and he wanted her to want it as much as he did.
Her scent slowly began to grow stronger, and he knew that he was getting closer. But there was something else in the air, the sweet smell of a powerful storm coming in. The forecast this morning had called for clear skies and a gentle breeze, meaning that Storm was probably irritated over the mess Rogue had made of Bobby.
He became lost in his thoughts then, even as he continued to follow her scent. He wondered if the rain would make things more difficult for them to talk, and whether he should get her indoors.
“What more do you want from me?” The southern drawl came from just a few feet in front of him, and he realized that this was the spot her scent had led him to.
She was sitting on a log, this time facing him. He wondered for a brief second if she had known he would follow her, but of course she had. If she hadn’t wanted him to, then she would have flown away.
“I have a couple of things to say, too,” Logan replied bluntly, walking towards her. He moved slowly, unsure of her motives. Her scent wasn’t hostile, more tired. She was emotionally exhausted, but he wasn’t cocky enough to believe that she wouldn’t or couldn’t hurt him. He had learned otherwise enough times to know that it would only take a flick of her wrist and he would be down for the count.
He straddled the log next to her, getting as close as he could. He could feel her scent envelop him, and he felt himself relax for the first time in too long. She was what he needed, he was sure of it. She was the only thing that mattered, that had ever mattered.
“I want you, Marie,” he began slowly, bluntly, purposely using her real name. Her shoulders stiffened at that, but he wasn’t going to take it back now. It was too late. “I have for a long time now. More than anything else in the world.”
“Since when?” Rogue asked, still not looking at him.
He ran a tentative had through his hair, noticing that the smell of rain was growing stronger. He wondered if she had caught it, too. Soon, small droplets of water would be falling. “I guess, since the beginning. Laughlin City.”
She looked at him then, her eyes full of questions and doubts. “Then why did it take you so long to say anything?”
He shrugged, unsure of what to tell her. Even he hadn’t quite figured that one out yet. “You were a kid back then. You weren’t even old enough to be in that bar I found you in. Hell, you were drinking WATER in the bar. Who the hell drinks water in a bar?”
“A broke person stranded in the middle of nowhere,” she retorted angrily, remembering the moment all too well. “And if you wanted me so damn bad, then why did you constantly flirt with Jean?”
Again, he wasn’t sure what to tell her. “She was an adult. She was there and willing. She was available.”
Her expression changed quickly, anger simmering through her. “She was engaged. She was going to be married. That’s not available.”
“I know that,” Logan growled quickly. “But she wasn’t really fighting it either. You have to remember, it went both ways.”
She stood to walk away again, not wanting to deal with his temper right now. But she felt his hand grab her wrist and pull her back to him, flush against his now standing form.
He waited for her to look up at him, and when she did, he devoured her. His tongue coaxed her lips open, wanting to explore her mouth. The kiss was full of passion as he pressed his body against hers. It was hot and angry, and she couldn’t help but moan as his fingers dug into her flesh.
She had stopped thinking the second his lips had met hers, and now that she had gotten her hands loose, she let them do what they would. Her fingers became entangled in his hair as she met his passion with her own. She scraped her long nails along the back of his neck as his fingers continued to bite into her skin. He moaned loudly as his hands wandered over her body, kneading her stomach and then her breasts. She had never felt this alive before, never felt this wanted.
He pulled them back down, this time him sitting on the log and her straddling his thighs. They hadn’t broken the kiss once yet, and neither was willing to do it.
Rogue finally untangled her hands from his hair, letting her fingers follow his form down his shirt, to his jeans. Eagerly, she pulled the black shirt up, untucking it. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin under her bare hands.
She moaned again when she felt his muscles ripple under her fingers, and his kiss became even greedier. He wanted to see her lips swollen and hungry for him. Each moan she loosed only urged him on further.
He continued to knead her right breast with his left hand as his right hand moved to find the zipper to her uniform. She hadn’t changed after she had taken off, and he was more grateful for that little gift than anything else that had happened that day.
Eagerly pulling the leather off her shoulders, he also pulled up the black sports bra she wore underneath. As soon as she was exposed, he tore his lips from hers and began a rough trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck to her breasts. Taking her right nipple into his mouth, he felt her moan again before throwing her head back and enjoying the experience he was giving her.
Her fingers found his hair again. He growled softly into her flesh as she began to pull, the vibration only making her pull harder in her ecstasy.
“Oh God, Logan,” she whimpered as he moved his attention to her other breast, giving it the same affection as its twin.
He had known that she would taste good, but this was beyond his expectations; she tasted clean and fresh. Her skin was hot, but he had never tasted anything so thirst-quenching before.
His right hand moved from her left breast, unzipping the leather uniform completely in its quest to find her most private area.
He sighed with pleasure when he found her moist beneath the underwear she wore. He absently wondered what color they were, but forgot the thought as soon as it had popped into his mind. It wasn’t important to him.
She gasped as he moved his thumb over her sensitive spot, the pleasure almost too much to bear. And then she moaned as he slipped a finger deep inside her.
“Logan,” she moaned gratefully as he began to move the finger back and forth. “I want to taste you.”
He couldn’t help releasing his own moan as she stood up over him, falling to her knees between his legs. He groaned in anticipation as her hands worked feverishly to unbutton the blue jeans he had quickly changed into after she had left the danger room.
She worked quickly, releasing his stiff member from its confinement. She kept her eyes locked with his as she leaned forward and planted a soft, promising kiss on the tip, before pressing her mouth against it to take him in.
He couldn’t help but close his eyes as she began to bob her head up and down. His fingers became entangled in her hair as she dug her nails into his exposed side, using his legs for leverage as she continued. He couldn’t get over the velvet of her mouth each time she took him a bit deeper, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more.
It was at that moment that a loud crack came from above and the skies opened over them.
As water splashed his face, Logan growled and lifted Rogue from her knees. He quickly threw her on a bed of leaves, diving into her and using his knees to open her willing legs wide enough to give him access.
He leaned in just far enough for the tip of his member to touch her opening. Bending a little more to kiss her as he moved, he plunged into her deeply, roughly. She moaned and shuddered under him as he brought her over the edge again and again, willing him to continue. As her back arched one final time, he came with her, deep inside her womb.
He collapsed on top of her, holding her tightly as she lightly kissed his check with soft, open-mouthed kisses.
As her lips met his, she could feel him growing hard again within her. Using her strength, she gently turned them over, careful not to let him slip out. As soon as she was comfortable enough, she rode him in the rain, taking her time even as his hands explored her body. She relished the feeling of his hardness inside of her, slowly moving along with her as her hips rolled over him. The heat of their bodies overshadowed the cold of the rain that poured over them.
Swiftly moving her hands, she tore open his shirt, caressing the muscles of his chest and abdomen as she reached new heights of pleasure. But she wouldn’t be foolish enough to believe that there would be more than this.
She would give herself these few moments of her dream, but when it was over, she wouldn’t allow herself to get attached to him again. It would be too painful to watch him walk away again.
He watched her slowly zip up the leather suit, her fingers still trembling from the orgasms she had just experienced. He would have liked to wrap his arms around her, but it was obvious that she wouldn’t accept him. As soon as they had finished making love a second time, she had crawled off of him, retrieving her uniform and dressing deftly. Not a word was said.
“Rogue,” he began, wanting to make sure that things were now clear between them.
She shook her head, her hair soaked from the downpour that was now trickling off. The leather of her uniform was now too tight to zip up any further than just past her navel. She hadn’t bothered putting her sports bra back on, worried that the extra moisture would make it impossible.
“There’s nothing left to say, Logan. It was something we both needed to get out of our systems, that’s all,” she replied with a quick shrug of her shoulders. “I’ll see you later.”
She pushed into the air, flying away before he had a chance to say anything. He had known better than to believe that she had been so unmoved. He had caught the scent of her tears as she had dressed.
He growled into the twilight, howling his rage. He might have stopped running from what she meant to him, but she hadn’t.
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