She was sitting up in the bed when he entered the room; the blankets wrapped snuggly around her naked form. She watched intently as he removed his shirt while closing the door.
He wasn’t angry with her for keeping this from him he just wanted to know why. And he needed to know if she knew anything else. He crawled into the bed, wrapping one arm around her waist, and nuzzled her hair with his nose, taking in her scent. She smelled of her shampoo, rosemary and power, a mixture that would forever be a turn-on for him.
Rogue leaned into him, her hand tracing small circular patterns along his chest. “You spoke with Victor?” she inquired softly, noting the sadness in her mate’s eyes as he held her. It was easy to surmise where it came from.
Logan nodded once, slowly breathing in and out a few times. He needed to know why, but he didn’t want to give her any reason to doubt his love. He didn’t want her to run. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it wasn’t my story to tell,” she replied. She didn’t want him to hurt. “Because it was something he needed to do, for his own soul as much as yours. You can’t absolve the soul without a true confession.”
“I didn’t realize you were religious,” Logan told her with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Her posture loosened just a little and he could feel her relax against him. “Born and raised Baptist. Which reminds me, sugar, could you please get rid of that awful tombstone they put out there for me? I really don’t want any more reminders of how ready they were to let me go. Or how little they really knew me at all.”
Logan chuckled a little. “No one could ever get rid of you that easily, darlin’, but don’t worry about it.” He took a deep breath, his voice tightening again. “Did you get anything else from my memories?”
“I don’t have your memories, Logan. That’s not how my mutation works. I take the thoughts that are at the forefront of your mind when you touch me. I get more depending on how long you hang on. I have all of Carol’s memories, and Savannah’s. I don’t have any from Bobby, and very little from John. There are a lot of Magneto’s, not as many as yours, but enough. But when it comes to your memories, it’s like your healing factor was working overtime; I couldn’t get all of them because of you can’t get to them.
“If you had truly died on that statue, I might have seen everything. As it is, your memories - and the ones you’ve forgotten - are the same in my mind, whispers of ghosts that are just too soft to hear. I know they’re there, I can feel them, and my spine seems to shiver each time I’m almost close enough to know. But they always stay just outside of my reach, taunting me.
“I know what happened because of what Victor knows and what he did. Thoughts of you and Silverfox were on his mind when he gave me his healing factor. It was his way of fulfilling the promise he had made himself all those years ago after he killed her. He was a pawn, just like you.”
Logan allowed his mind to wrap around everything she had just revealed to him, all of the pain she must have from the lives she carried memories of, the knowledge that came with it… He paused for a moment, running the list of people she had named through his mind. His hand still rubbed softly along her back as she leaned further into him. She was beginning to wonder how long it would take him to grasp what she had just told him, when he finally spoke again.
“When did you touch Savannah?” Logan asked slowly, knowing that it could only have happened after his little indiscretion.
Rogue smiled, her face hidden by a curtain of snow-white hair. “Right after I returned to Vegas, just before I went after Creed. How else do you think I found out what she was up to and all that information on Creed?”
Logan shrugged, feigning ignorance. “Search engine?”
Rogue laughed, tossing her head back as she did so. She knew that he could be dense, but this was getting ridiculous.
“Does this mean…”
“Yup,” Rogue replied, not bothering to hide her amusement anymore. She was going to enjoy torturing him with this. “I saw all of it, Logan. Everything you two did together. Every little inch of skin.”
“Marie, baby…” Logan grasped for any chance to explain that it wasn’t what she thought, but she didn’t give him the chance.
She pressed her lips to his, slowly drawing out the kiss even as she deepened it. It soon became too intense for breathing, and she pulled away, quickly noting the dazed look in his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it, sugar,” Rogue told him, laying back and turning her back was to him. “Let’s get some sleep.”
He lay down next to her, molding himself to her back as he lazily slid a possessive arm around her waist. “So you aren’t upset?”
Rogue pressed her backside against his pelvis, smiling to herself as she felt him stir. “Why would I be upset, sugar? It’s not like I wasn’t fucking Havok at the time.”
Logan didn’t get any sleep that night, he just kept thinking of different ways to kill the boy.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
So happy!!!! I found my beta!!!! Yay!!!! :D Ok, this is a short chapter. Just wanted to tie up a loose thread or two. Enjoy! And please review! I only need 4 more to break the 200 mark. Thank you!
Chapter End Notes:
One more chapter left to go... Such a bitter sweet moment. It's already complete and is working it's way through the editing process. Will be up very soon. Maybe even tomorrow.