Rogue felt herself picked up by strong arms and her head rolled back, landing against a heavily muscled chest. She couldn’t trust herself to look up, dizziness still threatening to win the battle so she snuggled against Logan, squeezing her eyes shut at the multiple grinning Nightcrawlers and the equal number of disapproving Gambits and laughing Jubilees. The jarring footsteps up the stairs did little to stop the nausea she felt, but the scrumptious aroma of the Wolverine helped.
Rogue smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing her cheek against him.
He smelled so good.
Rogue counted the steps in an effort to distract herself, relieved that by the time he was striding down the hallway towards her room, the nausea had gone away. She almost sighed when she caught sight of her bed. Sweet oblivion was almost at hand.
Except that Logan strode directly into her bathroom and dumped her into the tub.
Rogue gasped in shock as cold water sprayed on her from the shower head he wielded, sobriety rushing towards her. She scrambled to get up but Logan held her down easily with his free hand, wordlessly continuing his aquatic assault with a stony expression on his face. He ruthlessly soaked her, plastering her hair against her face, making her eye makeup run in rivers of black ooze down her face. Screaming, she kicked her leg upwards, trying to land it against the side of his head but he easily evaded it, deliberately spraying the water at her nose and mouth to effectively block her ability to breathe.
“Cut it out.’” His voice was calm but she knew better. Wolverine was absolutely furious.
Rogue fought him. He stopped her from pulling off her gloves, an already difficult task due to their wet condition, and held both her hands effortlessly in one of his while swatting away her kicks with the other. Frustrated at how easily he physically overpowered her, Rogue went with her only option.
She kissed him.
It was just a quick pressing of her bare lips to his, an instant long and meant to weaken his hold, but it was enough. The imagery that flew into her mind caused Rogue to recoil from him, aghast.
Logan’s hands slackened and she immediately broke free of him, jumping out of the bathtub and gasping. Memories of him – them – assailed her, and she clutched her throat from the sudden tightness there, staring at the man whose memories were now crashing into her mind. Seeing the look on her face, he weakly reached for her, falling to one knee when he tried to stand.
“Wait, darlin’. Let me explain.”
Rogue was shaking her head, her eyes looking straight through him as she retreated into her mind. She saw herself being made love to - kissed – touched - tasted – and overwhelmed, she backed further away from him, unable to accept what she was seeing. Images of her astride him, having him deep inside her, flashed across her consciousness like a slideshow on fast forward and she put her hands to her mouth, shocked.
“How?” she whispered as she backed even further away from him, staring at her hands, then at him. Logan growled, smelling her fear and disbelief and she flinched at the sound before spinning around and racing out of her bedroom. He swore, yelling at her to stay but she ran and ran, desperate to get away from him.
There’s something about you. It’s setting me on fire.
Her face had been so earnest, her eyes so hopeful. She threw the memory away, humiliated.
What are you not telling me? What are you holding back?
God, she had been a fool. She should have known. It was all there, all this time and she had been blind to it, caught up in her upside-down world. Her and the Wolverine. No. Not Rogue. Marie.
His precious Marie.
Rogue tried to shut his memories away as she ran out into the night, barely aware that it had begun to rain, lightning flashing across the cloud-filled sky. She hesitated as his psyche relentlessly poured through her, her heels digging into the soft grass of the sports-field as the wall she tried to shore up in her mind was destroyed by his powerful personality. He was demanding she go back to him, yelling at her to accept the truth but she grabbed at her head and screamed, sprinting towards the forest as more and more images of them together assaulted her.
His memories came at her hard and fast - the first time he laid eyes on her - trying to grab her hand in his truck – her asking if his claws hurt - her screams when he flew out the windshield of his truck – his anger when he woke up in the med bay without her there – his screams for help when he stabbed her…
Everything.
Rogue reached an open clearing and stopped in the centre of it, wavering slightly before falling to the muddy ground, overcome. Wolverine’s feelings for her were too intense; they rolled over her, obliterating her ability to cope, crippling her as they continued to claim her mind. She ripped off her ruined gloves and threw them away, needing to see if the hands she saw in his memories were truly hers, needing to confirm what her mind was forcing her to accept. Hard rain poured down on her as she stretched out her fingers, staring at them like they were absurd growths springing from the ends of her arms.
Rogue refused to believe she used to have control of her skin, that she was able to make love and be made love to, that she had known what it felt to feel bare, warm skin against her own. That she had known what it felt to be kissed. Truly, truly kissed.
She had been able to touch.
With a mournful howl, Rogue buried her hands into the wet clay beside her, wishing the muddy ground would open up so she could disappear under the earth forever.
I love you, Anna Marie D’Ancanto. I always have, darlin’. I always will. Forever.
Lightning flashed overhead and she saw him at the edge of the clearing, his face in shadows.
The sound of thunder rolled above them, drowning out the frantic beat of her heart. Rogue looked away from him, digging her hands even deeper into the mud as the rain began to taper off. Logan dropped down on his knees in front of her, his face a mask of misery.
“I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
The rain stopped completely. Rogue winced at his admission, the effort to breathe, to speak almost impossible from the pain that coated her throat.
“You love me.”
Rogue said this softly, accusingly. She looked at him, her eyes shining with anger and betrayal.
“I do.” He grabbed her thighs and slid her towards him. “So much that I can’t breathe right.”
Rogue tried to move away, but his grip tightened, preventing her escape. She averted her face and began to cry, telling him, “But Ah don’t remember. Ah don’t remember a thing. Ah don’t remembering being Marie, Ah don’t know who she is.”
She moaned from the ache that was growing inside her. Her muddied hands slapped his as she tried to scramble away, but Logan’s hand shot out and grabbed her ankle, making her fall onto the ground. He dragged her back to him, and his hands reached for her, drawing her close.
“She’s you.” His voice was hoarse and he took her face into his hands, her hair acting as a barrier. Logan forced her to look into his eyes. “Marie is you.”
Rogue shook her head and stood up abruptly, looking down at him, stricken. “Ah am NOT Marie. Ah’m...Ah’m …Rogue. That’s who Ah am. Ah don’t know you. Ah don’t remember seeing you in that bar, Ah don’t remember you promising to take care of me on that train, Ah don’t remember you saving my life!” She gasped, forcing air down her constricted throat. Rogue closed her eyes, unable to bear the heartbreak she saw growing in his.
“Ah don’t remember you,” she whispered. “Ah don’t remember loving you.”
Her words sliced into him, sharp and painful. Moments passed and Rogue could hear his ragged breathing, his anguish heavy around her. Her eyes shot open when she felt his fingers lace through hers and she stared at their hands, intertwined and protected by the thick mud between them. Startled, she looked into his eyes and was immediately lost in their darkened depths.
Pure fire raced through her entire body.
Tentatively, she reached out and touched his face, the mud from her fingers streaking across his stubbled cheek. “Ah don’t want to hurt you, Wolverine. Ah can’t touch you.” She held back nothing, allowing him to see in her eyes how desperately she wanted to touch him. For him to touch her.
Logan punched his fists powerfully into the ground, sinking his arms deep into the wet earth before pulling them out, coated with mud. He placed his hands on her bare stomach and fluttered his eyes closed at the feel of her and she ran her fingers carefully through his hair, holding back tears.
She could see how desperately he missed his Marie.
Rogue knelt down in front of him and took his other muddied hand into hers, placing it on her throat. She unhooked the back of the halter top, letting it fall away, and made his hand slide downwards, keeping her eyes on his. She could hear his breath catch as he cupped her bared breasts, coating them with mud, his fingers kneading and caressing the firm but soft globes. Rogue dropped her head back, enjoying the slick feel of his large hands, keeping her hands overtop his as she released a sigh of pleasure as they moved across her skin.
Logan covered her with the wet clay, his hands caressing every inch before taking off his shirt to press his bare chest against hers. He lay her gently onto the ground, his lips touching the wet hair by her ear, murmuring, “Marie. Marie.”
She shut the name out, wordlessly replacing it with another.
It’s Rogue. Rogue.
His hands continued to touch her, over top her shoulders and down her back, slipping around her waist and gliding up her stomach to re-fondle her breasts before pinching their tips. He placed himself between her legs and her hands grasped his jean-clad hips to keep him there as she lifted her hips to meet him, her hot softness molded against his steeled hardness.
But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, he wanted more. They needed more.
Lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a crash of thunder. Suddenly, the skies ripped open and water began to pour down on them in torrents, hitting them and ripping into the ground like machinegun fire. The mud began to wash away from their bodies and Rogue frantically pushed him away, frightened as his skin became more and more exposed to her. Logan dropped his hands into fists by his sides, his face a mask of torment as he watched the driving rain rinse away the clay from her beautiful body, making her skin untouchable once more.
With a ragged sob, Rogue slowly stood up and wrapped her arms around her trembling, naked torso, her shoulders hunched over in defeat.
“NO!”
The sound was torn from him and she instinctively reached out to him, stopping just short of caressing his face, his eyes staring at her extended hand. Swallowing hard, she curled her fingers into her palm, her nails digging into the flesh before dropping her hand away from him. Their eyes locked and neither could move, trapped in each other’s tortured gazes.
The rain came down even harder. Lightning cracked above them, bathing them briefly in its harsh glow and Logan saw her tears through the sheets of water. So sad, so alone. So broken.
His beautiful Marie.
With a roar, Logan stood up and took her in his arms, capturing her mouth in a ravenous kiss.
Rogue tried to push him away but he held her tightly, not caring as agonizing pain wracked through him, not caring that his healing factor couldn’t keep up because he was already dying. Dying without his Marie.
His emotions consumed her, his want, his need, his love and she stopped fighting him with a whimper, returning his kiss, taking him all and feeling as though his very soul was pouring into her.
Rogue caught him as he continued to weaken, both of them dropping to the ground from his deadening weight. She cried, clutching his body with desperate hands to hold him close as he slumped against her, never ending his kiss, still wanting to taste her. Rogue pushed his hair away from his face and realized, with stunning clarity, that she loved him.
She loved him.
The pull stopped.
Rogue broke free, startled, but Logan managed to grip the back of her neck with the little strength he had left and forced her to kiss him again, greedily taking what he could. She surrendered, sharing his anguish as she waited for her skin to turn on again, sure that it would.
It didn’t.
Swallowing back grateful sobs, Rogue slid her lips over his desperately, savoring the sweet flavor of him, holding his face tenderly in her hands. She felt one limp arm wrap itself around her waist, lightly at first, then stronger and Rogue could almost hear his muscles regain their strength, his other arm moving to support his weight against the ground. His entire body trembled powerfully from the effort, but he managed to raise himself up onto his knees, forcing her head up as he took back control of his kiss.
She heard his claws ring out and felt them slice along her hips and thighs, her legs stinging where he scratched her. The rain washed away the trickle of blood as the cuts immediately healed and grabbing both sides of the ruined leather with his hands, he pulled them sharply apart, tearing them from under her boots and from her body.
The cold rain was shocking against the heat of her naked skin and he reared back on his heels, pulling apart his jeans and pushing them past his hips with quick, impatient movements. Rogue gasped, seeing him engorged and large and she suddenly became afraid, confused because she knew they had been together before but still not knowing what to expect.
He immediately plunged himself deep inside her.
Rogue held back a cry as she stretched painfully to accommodate him, biting her lip from the pain, so buried he was in her that she felt lanced to the ground, unable to move. Rogue choked back her sorrow, and he looked sharply at her, concerned, but she shut her eyes and turned her face away. She fought away his memory of their first time together, rejecting it, hating it, wishing she had her own. Her own memory of being made love to.
I’m yours. I belong to you.
Tears streamed down her face, knowing that he didn’t belong to her, but to his precious Marie.
Pushing aside the confusing heartache she felt, Rogue lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist and digging her heels into the small of his back to take more of him into her, to push away the emotional pain. Growling in response, he began to slam into her, powerfully hammering his body into hers as his hands gripped her thighs to pull and push her body against him to meet each vigorous thrust.
Pressure began to build, concentrated at the centre of her, tightening and coiling within her. She opened her eyes and took in the sight of the ferocious feral fucking her, feverishly and fast as the rain poured over him, plastering his hair against his darkened face. His powerful muscles were taut from the exertion of stabbing into her, his back arching to pound harder and deeper and she screamed, her wet heat coating him, her body trembling and clutching him tightly as an incredible orgasm took ownership of her.
With a roar, Logan buried himself into her one last time before a powerful shudder ripped through his body, shoving his pelvis against hers as he let go, every tendon stretched to support the muscles that siphoned all their power into his final thrust. He dropped forward, his strength spent and landed hard on his elbows to prevent his weight from crushing her, the Wolverine in him howling with satisfaction as he poured himself thickly into his mate.
She lay shaking beneath him and when he looked into her eyes, his breath caught at what he saw in them. Gathering her up into his arms, Logan buried his face into her neck, devastated.
“I’m sorry, Rogue. I’m so sorry.”
Over the noise of the storm raging around them, she heard him. He called her Rogue. He knew.
Ah’m not his Marie.
She was barely aware of him pulling up his jeans and putting his shirt on her, effortlessly lifting her into his arms and holding her close as he made his way back to the mansion. She only saw the lightning, only heard the thunder as a deluge of pain drenched her heart, making her choke on bitter tears.
Logan held her tighter, hearing her weep softly into his shoulder.
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