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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanx for the beta SkyblueRae aka commercial banking
(smutty) specialist lol (all mistakes left in are mine not hers).
Also, everyone else: thanx for the fb on the prev chapters =) (and
especially thanx to September for making those hilarious icons *g*)
... now guys, you did notice the R right? Well I had to give Rogue
some time to catch her breath.... so I guess you might consider this
chapter the calm before the storm.
...and one last thing... I'm not really sure how this happened but a
tiny humor/Hank bashing bunny decided to go rampant all over part 3,
and I TOTALLY blame you for this one September *tries not to repeat
a certain slash-y phrase* =)

I was in the kitchen when Logan returned from his errand. He put two
bags of groceries on the counter, along with another two containing
liquor.

"Where's Creed?" he said all of a sudden.

I bit my lip and tried not to look as guilty as I felt ... or was.

"He's ... umm ... I think he's in the bathroom ..."

This wasn't working; Logan eyed me suspiciously and closed the gap
between us. "Marie ... darlin' ... what have you been up to while I
was away?"

"Weeell ..."

He gave me the infamous eyebrow and grabbed me by the waist. I'd
expected him to growl and try and discipline me but all he did was
look smug and positively feral. Oh dear, I was staring into the eyes
of Wolverine. Not good. So not good.

"I think I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson tonight kid ... on
safety," he growled in warning and pressed his mouth to mine for a
ferocious kiss.

"Logan ... mmph ... you know ... mmm ... oh ..."

"What? That I'm your ...?"

He was making it really hard to focus, let alone respond, 'cause not
only was he a fabulous kisser, but his deep ones turned my knees to
jelly every time.

" ... my ... aah ....mmmphmm ... you ..."

" ... your man?" he suggested with a grin and slid his hands down to
cup my ass. "And don't you think you should pay your man a little
more attention sweetheart?"

" ... uh-huh ... and I ..."

Logan placed a kiss on my brow. "... you want me. Yeah I knew that
already. I'm the best there is ..."

I rubbed against him, trying to give him the pleading 'couldn't-help-
myself' look.

He sighed and pursed his lips. "Alright, just be careful."

"Logan?" There was still the passed out Sabretooth issue to deal
with...

"Yeah?"

"I think you'd better go check on Victor ... he's been in the
bathroom a very long time now," I said and tried not to sound as
nervous as I felt like.

What if he didn't come-to? It wasn't like I'd drained him, but he
was still injured...

Logan frowned. "What the hell happened while I was gone? Okay I know
what, but there's something else ..."

I sighed. "Yeah, I kinda ... touched him ... you know, with my
power ..."

***

"Is he gonna be alright?" I studied Victor who seemed to be out like
a light. My cheeks flushed as I noticed the gouges on his arms.

Logan had dragged the hairy mutant out to the rug in front of the
fireplace, and to my relief he was covered up – a towel safely
wrapped around his waist kept me from having more flashbacks of us
fucking.

Logan propped a pillow under Victor's head. He studied the hairy
mutant with a deep frown, obviously bothered by the whole situation.
I wasn't sure if he really cared whether Victor lived or not, well I
knew some part of Logan would miss having his archenemy around, but
the wound that refused to heal got to him.

"Yeah he'll live," Logan said and shrugged.

Victor grumbled and turned to lie flat on his stomach. Oh he was
every bit the cat alright, in more ways than one.

"How about you darlin'?" Logan continued and dug out a cigar from
one of his back pockets. He tried to make it sound casual, but I
could tell he was concerned.

"I'll be alright, I know how to block out the Logan and Wolvie in my
head, so I think I can manage to keep Sabretooth at a distance too,"
I murmured and snuggled up against Logan for some good old fashioned
comfort. He could be very skilled at that too, when he was in the
mood.

I was so not gonna share every detail of every image that I'd
received from Victor. I was pretty sure Logan knew about several of
them anyway; shared some in common too. Bondage only began to
describe Victor's fantasies. Not that I had anything against a
little spanking during sex or when used as foreplay, I just couldn't
imagine myself doing all those … things I knew he wanted to do, and
had done. But then again, I never planned on having sex with two of
the most dangerous and possessive men there were, much less at the
same time.

Oh I was in deep, deep shit alright...

***

"Twelve bottles of whisky?" I shook my head in disbelief.

Logan arched an eyebrow in his typical so-what response.

"Logan, come on ... is the whole freakin' neighborhood invited for
the evening? I mean it sure is a lot of booze ..." I said and tried
not to laugh as I looked at our ... well stash was the word that
came to mind.

"So?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. " ... and then there's three bottles of
rum, not to mention the beer ... geez we've got enough liquor to
entertain a fuckin' army!"

"Yeah ... your point being darlin'?" he said amusedly.

I scowled at him and folded my arms underneath my breasts. "Are you
gonna get me drunk tonight? Nice try sugar, I won't fall for that."

My cheeks threatened to turn rosy pink. I hadn't been in need of
alcohol to indulge myself with ... well; it had been an ... active
choice ... yeah. Active. Shit, now I was blushing anyway.

"But I thought your favorite drink was ... moji toes or whatever the
hell you call `em," Logan said as he put the groceries in the
fridge.

"It's Mojito, sugar, and yeah ... I do love that one," I said and
propped myself up on the counter.

"See, I do know what you like darlin'," he grunted and cracked his
neck sideways like he wanted to emphasize that he'd been right about
the drink and extra rum...and getting me drunk, though he'd never
admit it.

"You know what else I like?"

I got the eyebrow and an arrogant smirk again. "Maybe ..."

I hauled him in between my legs and seized two handfuls of his hair.

"Making out," I murmured and slid my tongue across his lips.

Logan smoothed his hands up my thighs, making my dress shorter and
shorter, until I knew my panties were showing. If he was trying to
be discrete about undressing me, he was failing miserably, not that
I gave a damn. He knew what he wanted and how to make things
happen.

"I thought that was something you did in high school," he said and
bit my lower lip.

"And what's wrong with making out?"

"Nothing ... unless that's all I'm gonna get darlin'," he said
hoarsely and slid his hands underneath my top. "Mmm, no bra ... I
like that."

I couldn't help but moan as he cupped my breasts. I was never going
to get enough of being able to touch freely, without hurting,
especially not with my man. However, it was a good thing I still had
access to my power…just in case.

"That's only 'cause I'm out of bras ... remember?"

Logan nuzzled my neck, but I knew he was grinning at the whole
thing, amused as hell that he'd shred every bra I owned, even my
favorite black lace one. Soon I'd be short on panties too.

"Oh yeah ... well I guess you're gonna have to punish me too. If I'd
known tom cat was gonna show up on our doorstep I'd have restrained
myself," he said and cleared his throat. "'Cause your tits can drive
a man insane, sweetheart, and don't think I haven't noticed the
effect you have on him walkin' around like that...your nipples
showing through your top."

"Speaking of Victor," I coyly changed the subject. "What are you
gonna do about this whole healing thing? Should we give Charles a
call? Hank?"

Logan's hands seemed to have a life of their own sometimes, like he
wasn't even conscious of what he was doing, trailing the curve of my
hips and then back to fondle my breasts again.

"I don't know ... but we have to do something," he said thoughtfully.

"I'm gonna give Hank a call," I said and reached for my cell phone
lying on the counter next to me.

"Just don't tell him anything about our ... guest ... just ask about
possible antidotes for non healing wounds ... you know ..."

I dialed the number to the med lab.

"Yes, this is Dr McCoy," Hanks deep velvety voice said over the line.

"Hey Hank, it's me Rogue."

"Rogue, what can I do for you?"

I was just about to open my mouth to tell him when I heard a very
familiar sound. Snikt! A let out a gasp instead. I glared at Logan
who shrugged, giving me a sly grin.

"Rogue, are you there?" Hank said and sounded slightly uncertain.

Logan stop it, I mouthed at him.

"Umm ... yes I'm still here ... sorry but I ... I think I broke a
nail ..."

"Oh ... so what's on your mind then?"

"Well I was gonna ask ya aaahhh-aabout ... um ... something," I
stammered as Logan got down on his knees and brushed the sensitive
inside of my thighs with his lips.

"Okay ... but are you sure you're alright? You didn't actually hurt
yourself?" Hank said.

"Mmm?" Oh, that. The broken nail. "Errm ... No I'm fine Hank ...
and ... ooh ..."

I leaned back on my elbows and tried to scowl at Logan for doing
what he did, but that only earned me the eyebrow and a smirk as he
spread my legs further apart.

"Okay listen, I wanted to ask you something - on Logan's behalf," I
said and sounded surprisingly clear headed. Okay think unsexy
thoughts! Think ... what's unsexy? ... Scott in a thong ... okay.
Yeah that's really unsexy ... or maybe not ... ah shit!
Nothing was working. Logan was actually going to get me off while I
was trying to have a serious conversation with Hank. It was
hopeless. I couldn't conjure a single, unsexy thought, not while
Logan was repeatedly flicking his smooth, velvety tongue over my
clit. Dammit.

"Yes, I'm listening Rouge. Rogue? Dear?" Hank said and he started to
sound awfully suspicious.

"Yeah ..."

"Alright Rogue, you seem to be distraught…and busy, so let's make
this a quick one shall we? What was it about Logan you wanted to ask
me?"

I bit my lower lip; I couldn't moan into Hank's ear. I just couldn't
do that to him, but damn Logan made it virtually impossible the more
time he spent buried between my thighs and the longer and faster he
kept licking at my sex like a man dying of thirst.

I tried clearing my throat in an attempt to come off less…less what?
Less horny? I thought to myself, okay self - just make it fast and
be done with it.

"Doyouknowofanypoisonthatwouldsortashutdownorslowdownhishealingabilit
ies?"

"Pardon?" Hank asked, obviously thoroughly confused. "I didn't
quite catch all of it ... Okay ... poison, I heard that, and
healing ... Rogue is something the matter?" He sounded bit anxious
and I could picture him taking off his glasses to rub his nose, a
habit when he gets nervous.

"Oh god!" Oh shit, that was me just now. Fuck.

Logan glanced momentarily at me and I caught a glimpse of his tongue
working its magic. He dipped two fingers inside then urged me to
suck then off. And I still had Hank on the line! Thank God his
hearing was nowhere near as sharp as Logan's…or Victor's…or was it?!
After all his other persona was called Beast. Oh shit, shit, shit.

"Rogue? Are you there?"

"Mmm ... oh yeah ... I mean - yes Hank, I'm here ..."

Hank sighed impatiently. "Okay tell you what, maybe we should
discuss this later ... whatever it was…or is you wanted to ask me?"

"Yeees ... mmm ... Hank ..."

"Yes Rogue?"

"Call you later," I managed to say as I hung up, seconds before I
was about to come.

I may be promiscuous, but I just couldn't let Hank overhear
everything. When Logan brought me over the edge though, I didn't
bother being quiet at all.

I lay there sprawled on the kitchen counter, panting, with Logan
rubbing his face against my thighs, marking me with his scent
alright. I glowered at him.

"That was mean sugar, and you know it," I said as sternly as I could.
He chuckled. "Couldn't help myself, I told you what you do to me
walkin' around bra-less."

"Yes but now I'm also panty-less."

Logan hauled me to my feet and straightened my clothes, suddenly
pleased and way too smug for my liking.

"Oh and don't think I've forgotten about tonight's lesson darlin'."
He lit a cigar and inhaled deeply, then cocked an eyebrow.

I couldn't help but laugh and slap him on his arm. "Ya know, you're
an arrogant son of a bitch."

It didn't really bother me, the idea of Logan's discipline. What
bothered me was that I'd have an audience watching as Logan issued
his punishment. Not good. So not good at all.
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