Logan stayed away from Rogue, but she knew he was watching over her.
Everywhere she went, she found little things he left for her, plated breakfasts waiting for her at her favorite table in the cafeteria in the morning, new Danger Room programs specially designed to help her work on her new feral mutation.
Logan’s lingering scent was everywhere.
It’s been four days since last they spoke outside in the garden, before her father appeared, and she missed him. She wasn’t proud of how she treated him the last time they spoke. Provoking him was unfair, throwing their friends into it made her ashamed. She needed to apologize, and as she put away the skates in the sports room, she decided to seek him out before he left on a scheduled recon mission later that night. He was easily found, in the garage, tinkering away on his motorbike. She could tell that he knew she was coming because he was already wiping the grease from his hands with a rag when she entered the large building.
“Hey, kid.”
He gave her a lopsided grin, throwing the dirty rag onto a nearby work table. She took in the delicious sight of him, dressed in his tight jeans and white undershirt, the blue flannel shirt unbuttoned. His hazel eyes reflected the same appreciation as he looked at her.
“Hey back.”
It was as though an invisible band was pulled taut between them, and she felt herself move towards him. His watched her approach, one eyebrow raised questioningly. She stopped a few feet away from him, running her hands along his motorbike nervously.
“The bike looks great,” she told him, enjoying the smoothness of the chrome through her gloves.
If it was anyone else Logan would have bit their heads off for touching his motorcycle, but this was Marie. Putting away his tools, he offered, “When the weather turns warmer I’ll take ya for a ride.”
She laughed, correcting him, “When the weather turns warmer, Ah’ll be riding this beauty myself.”
Both his eyebrows raised in response. He pictured Marie straddling his motorbike between her thighs, and his jeans became uncomfortably tight. He intentionally made a loud ruckus with the tools he was putting away to distract her. “Maybe we’ll get a bike for you. My girl here might be too hard for a beginner to handle.”
“Ah’m a quick learner. Powerful things are kinda my thing.” Her eyes caught his and he saw the flare in the deep green pools. His nostrils flared. Noticing, she heated right up. They both swallowed hard.
She tore her eyes from his first. Rubbing her arms, she said in a quick voice, “Ah wanted to thank you for all you’ve done for me these past few days.”
Face neutral, he replied, “You’ve had it rough there for a bit.” He moved closer to her. She kept her eyes downward, focusing on tire mark nearest to her on the cement floor.
“Yeah, Ah have.”
He was directly behind her now. “Want to talk about it?”
She closed her eyes, his deep, raspy voice close to her ear. She shook her head. She could hear his heart beating faster, feel his heat. She wanted to lean against him, feel his hard body pressed close to hers again. She easily recalled his touch, the feel of his mouth and tongue swirling over her breasts, his teeth grazing her nipples…
“Marie.” Her name ripped from his throat, his aroused scent thick around her.
She pulled off her jacket slowly. “Ah want you, Logan.” She kept her back to him, afraid to turn around, afraid she’d lose her nerve.
He growled, the sound originating from deep inside him as he took in the sight of her. The curve of her hips, the indent of her small waist, the gentle roll of her shoulders. The purple turtleneck top she was wearing clung to her, the swell of her breasts straining against the fabric. He stepped closer, directly behind her, and waited. She needed to make next move.
Rogue did. She took hold of his arms and wrapped them around her waist, pulling his hands upwards to cup her breasts. She rested her head against his shoulder and he buried his face into her hair as his hands caressed her, his thumbs rubbing the hardened peaks of her nipples. She collapsed against him then, her body soft against him and he spun her around, catching his breath at the look of need on her face.
He lifted her leg, and pressed himself against her. She moaned at the feel of him, hard and thick, and her eyes darkened. “Ah need more.”
Hearing the desperation in her voice, he ran his hand along the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down to her upper thighs, exposing her panties. Shivering, she looked at him in fear, so much of her skin exposed, but Logan didn’t stop to reassure her. He slid his hand between her legs; overtop her cotton underwear already wet from her want of him.
“Hold on,” he ordered her. Taking her with him, he walked over to the work bench and knocked everything out of the way, tools and bike parts crashing to the floor, until he found a box of satin latex gloves that was sometimes used by the students for mechanics class. Placing her on top of the cleared counter, he quickly snapped a pair on. She was about to ask him what he was planning when he quickly pulled her boots off, and with one hard tug, took off her jeans completely.
Her long, pale legs were exposed to his hungry gaze. With both hands now covered, he grabbed her thighs forcefully and spread them apart. He locked his eyes with hers and ripped her panties off, causing her to gasp. He lifted the torn strip of material to his face and, still looking at her, inhaled deeply, pressing it against his nose and lips. His eyes got even darker, his look feral.
Rogue was sure she was going to go up in flames. Terror mixed with desire was playing havoc with her senses. Her hips lifted instinctively off the counter, and he held her down easily. He kept his eyes trained on hers, fascinated by the play of emotions across her face.
“Please,” she begged, grabbing at his shirt, her entire being quivering with desire, “Help me.”
His free hand grabbed her left foot and slowly made its way up her leg, fingers sliding along her calf, under her knee and pressing into her thigh. He cupped her bottom again, caressing it, reveling in the feel of her, and then slid both of his hands along the back of her thighs. She licked her lips in anticipation, leaving them glistening and wet, and he found himself staring at her mouth. He pressed a thumb lightly against the core of her, finding its swollen nub. Rogue bucked, letting out a strangled gasp, and he held her down again. He squeezed her between his forefinger and thumb and she shuddered, her entire body tensing up.
“It’s alright darlin’, relax,” he whispered, pressing his thumb against her again. She whimpered, aware only of what he was doing, instinctively opening her legs more, wanting to give him more access. Her wet, slick folds allowed him to glide his fingers easily, stroking her from top to bottom, pinching her gently with every pass. Her face was flushed with pleasure, and he never saw a more beautiful sight.
“You like this?” he asked her, rubbing her now in slow, deliberate circles, “Do you Marie?”
She nodded her head, biting her lower lip to prevent her from screaming. The building tension was all that mattered, all that she wanted to be aware of. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, and she wiped it away tenderly with her gloved hands. He turned his head to kiss her palms, face intense and eyes blazing. “Tell me then, Marie. Tell me you like this.”
Mouth dry, she whispered, “Ah love it, Logan. Ah love what you are doing to me.”
Her voice seemed to do something to him because his jaw clenched and he almost angrily demanded, “You want only my touch.”
She looked deep into his eyes and clarified, “Ah crave it, Logan.”
With a groan, he slipped a finger inside of her, reaching as deeply as he could, followed by another. He catalogued in his mind everything that displayed on her face, like a starving man. She was so tight, so hot and smelled so damn good.
He brought his hand to his mouth and licked his dampened fingers, moaning in pleasure from the sweet taste of her. Rogue’s eyes widened, watching him. She became impossibly hotter. He kept a finger inside her, curled forward as he pressed the thumb of his other hand in small, tight circles on her swollen centre. The pressure continued to build, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure pleasure. He looked down at her, watching what he was doing to her, feeling her getting slicker and slicker, her entire body quivering.
Her moans were getting more desperate, indicating her impending release. “Say my name darlin’,” he demanded fiercely, “I want you to say my name.”
Her gasps turned to whimpers, and then back to moans, scared but exhilarated by what was happening to her. And then she felt it, the first, wonderful, intense wave of ecstasy that crashed over her, wiping away all coherent thought. Logan shuddered as she screamed his name, digging her fingers into his hair, clinging to him helplessly, sobbing, as she surrendered to a pleasure she never knew existed. He guided her back slowly, her lush frame convulsing and sensitive to his slightest touch. His eyes devoured the beautiful sight of her. Gathering her limp form into his arms, he held her close, bathing in the scent of her, whispering her name against the silky curtain of her hair.
Logan felt like velvet rock and she clung to him. She was lost. Completely and utterly lost.
“You okay, darlin’?”
She nodded, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. She looked into his concerned eyes, and gave him the most brilliant smile he ever saw. “Ah’m perfect, sugah.”
Basking in the glow of that smile, Logan told her honestly, “Yes. You are.”
She blushed, a bright red and he laughed softly. Reaching down, he retrieved her jeans, putting them back on her slowly and lingeringly, before pulling the latex gloves off and stuffing them in the back pocket of his own jeans.
Rogue hopped off the counter, standing a little unsteadily, suddenly very self conscious. She pushed her feet back into her boots, keeping her eyes averted. Logan watched her every move. “Hey.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “We’re good, right?”
Rogue looked at his lips and felt tears prick her eyes. Heartbeats passed. He held her tighter. “Let me kiss you Marie,” he told her roughly.
Her voice was filled with longing. “You can’t, Logan.”
“I can,” he insisted, trying to catch her eyes with his own. “I want to.”
She shook her head. “No, Logan. Ah won’t hurt you.” She traced his lips with her gloved fingers. “Ah can’t.” Her voice mirrored the sadness in her eyes as she pulled away from him.
“Thank you for tonight,” she told him softly, and she walked away, back into the mansion.
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