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Logan woke up screaming.
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His lungs felt like they were on fire.
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And his entire body ached.
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He looked at the clock.
Four fifty seven in the morning.
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“Well never too early to start the day”
Logan murmured to the still air of the room.
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He stretched as he got up.
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He wondered if Rogue stretched when she got up.
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She used to.
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And he cursed himself.
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He hated that all he could think of was her.
She consumed all his waking thoughts.
And most of his dreams too.
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With a deep breath he started his new morning routine.
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First he checked his phone.
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Then he brushed his teeth.
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Then he checked his phone again.
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Then he got dressed.
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Then he checked his phone for the third and final time.
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Then he went to check rogues room.
He knew she wouldn’t be there.
But he still checked several times a day.
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He could see through the window in the hall.
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It was storming outside.
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His chest ached again.
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He couldn’t comfort rogue from the storm if she wasent here.
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His footsteps were silent as he made his way to her room.
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He opened her door and stepped inside.
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Her scent assaulted him.
And he blinked to make sure he wasent seeing things.
But damnit there she was!
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His very own angel in the flesh.
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Curled up in her bed.
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“Sugah’ its storming, you better grab that sheet and climb on in.”
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Her voice was like music to his ears.
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When he grabbed the sheet his heart soared.
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He was used to this.
They used a sheet as a barrier between their bodies.
Just in case rogue couldn’t control her powers while she slept.
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As he adjusted the covers rogue rolled over.
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She watched him.
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And suddenly he felt odd.
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His palms were sweating.
He was more nervous then he had ever imagined.
And his stomach hurt.
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Untill she smiled.
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She lay there on her back.
Looking up at him.
Her hair framing her face.
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She did look like an angel.
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Like his angel.
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He wished he had known she was here.
He could have showered before coming in.
At least put on a clean shirt.
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So for now he slipped off his shirt.
Climbing into her bed in just his pajama pants.
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Her body moved for his.
She slipped her arm around his sholders.
And she tilted so he could lay his head on her chest.
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He longed to caress every inch of her skin.
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But he knew he had to play by her rules.
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It had been a long time that they lay like that.
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Rogue just holding logan.
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His eyelids were already heavy with sleep before he spoke.
“anna what does it feel like when I leave? When im gone?”
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Her voice was so soft that hardly heard her.
But he strained to catch everything she said.
And some things that she never said.
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“like ah am starving Logan, ah feel like something of me is missing, but ah always feel like it’s the best part. Like ah got nothing left when you’re gone.”
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Logans arms tightened around her instinctively.
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“Im sorry anna, for all the times I left. It will never happen again. Not like that.”
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The sound of rouges laughter was like pouring lemon juice into a cut.
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His heart ached and his chest burned.
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And he wanted nothing more then to curl up into a ball and just die at that very moment.
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“logan, do you know how many times ah have wished for you to say that?”
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His stomach lurched.
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He couldn’t take this anymore.
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His arms loosened around her waist.
His body began to slip from the covers.
And he stood in the moonlight streaming in the window.
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“I said I was sorry, I cant give you any more Rogue.”
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He took a deep breath and bent down to retrive his shirt.
His fingers coiling around the worn cotton.
His eyes shutting as he braced himself to leave.
To leave this room and leave his angel.
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It was clear that he was not wanted here.
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A bare palm caught his sholder.
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He tensed.
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He was ready for battle.
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Soon another bare palm joined the first.
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His breathing sped up.
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He wanted her.
And he wanted her now.
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Her tiny delicate hands begain to knead at his sholders.
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And now he knew how she had felt.
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His body sang for her.
His flesh seeming to come alive with her touch.
Goosebumps raising on his arms as she ran her nails down his back.
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He was completely at her mercy.
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His breath caught in his throat as she begain to trace a scar upon his back.
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“lift up your arms.”
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He didn’t even have to think about it.
He lifted his arms resting his palms upon his head.
And if he could have purred he would.
He would have purred as her hands gently ran up his ribs.
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He realized something.
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He knew exactly how she felt.
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He longed for touch.
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Never before had a woman taken the time to explore his flesh.
Never before had a woman cared to know every inch of his skin.
Never before had he been so content, with so little.
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And he wanted her.
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He wanted her more then ever.
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He wanted her right now.
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He wanted to just take her.
To have her.
To watch her squirm and writhe underneath him.
He wanted to memorize every inch of her pale flesh.
To kiss every scar.
And worship every beauty mark.
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He had to control himself.
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He could feel him loosing control.
He wanted her and he had to have her.
It was killing him.
He needed her.
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But he knew if he let himself get out of control.
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Well he could hurt her.
Knew he would take her and have her.
If she were willing or not.
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And he couldn’t do that to his angel.
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She was his.
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But only if she wanted to be.
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Both of her arms were wrapped around him now.
He could feel the cool silk of her night gown trapped against his back.
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Her hands were playing over the muscles of his chest and stomach.
Causing his body to react to her in ways he couldn’t control.
He tried to calm his breathing.
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It wasent working.
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A shiver ran through him as her lips found his neck.
Her lips leaving a trail of soft wet kisses down to his sholder.
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His body stirred.
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It was like she lit him on fire.
And the shaky breath he let out did nothing but encourage her.
Her lips moved to the other side of his neck.
Trailing another path to his sholder.
His body had been set ablaze.
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It was now or never.
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“Rogue, you gotta stop, I wont be able to control myself if you don’t.”
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He felt her body stiffen against his.
And he closed his eyes.
He had hurt her.
He knew it.
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In only a second she had pulled away from him.
He heard her settle heavily back into her mattress.
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He felt cold.
He missed the warmth of her body pressed against his.
And the longer she was away the more he ached for her.
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“you should just go logan.”
Her voice was soft and almost sad sounding.
“Ah shouldn’t have invited you in, ah knew this would happen. Hell ah shoulda never came back.”
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He bit his lip.
And he stayed just standing there.
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“Ah knew it cause ah know how you are, but Ah kept telling myself that you would show me wrong. Ah kept wishing that you would take me, you would have me.”
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His chest ached again.
He felt like he was dying.
Felt like he was empty.
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“ah don’t blame you Logan, ah know you love me, ah know you want me to be safe, and you don’t wanna ever hurt me. So now you wont have to.”
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His voice was shallow and cracked.
It sounded so far away when he finally spoke.
“what do you mean Anna?”
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“Logan, Ah wont be here in the morning. don’t bother looking for me, ah ain’t commin’ back.”
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