Rogue woke up the next morning surprised to find herself in Logan’s bed. She was still dressed in her clothes from last night; the sheets wrapped tight around her and her nose reddened from the crisp morning air coming in from the open window. Confused, her eyes darted around her. The smell of recently used glycerin and shaving foam wafted out from the bathroom, telling her that Logan had been there, but his fading scent also told her he was no longer in the room. His scent on the bed was even fainter, indicating he didn’t sleep in it last night and sitting up, she saw his leather jacket draped across the chair; his muddy boots lined up neatly beside it. Her duffel bag was resting on its seat and she realized Logan must have brought her things up from the sick bay. He had been able to move her to his bed, bring in her things, and take a shower, all without her being aware of his presence and an unpleasant buzz crept through her at how vulnerable that made her feel.
Rifling through her things, Rogue grabbed a change of clothes and entered the bathroom. She twisted the taps for the water and stepped into the shower, trying to push out visions of Logan naked and wet within the glass enclosure as she lathered up her body and hair. She scrubbed at her body vigorously, conflicted by equal amounts of relief and disappointment. The past few days had been emotionally and physically exhausting. Rogue was anxious to return to her new life at the Avenger Mansion but the thought of leaving Logan again - and not being with him everyday – felt all kinds of wrong.
After brushing out her hair and leaving it unbound, Rogue made the bed and repacked her things, dropping the duffle bag just inside the bedroom door to be brought down later. Standing at the doorway, Rogue flexed her fingers indecisively over the door handle, struggling with the curiosity that had plagued her over the past two days.
She had to know. She just had to.
Inhaling deeply, she abruptly spun on her heel and marched over to the open window. Concentrating, Rogue held her hand out towards the late morning sky and instantly, a gust of wind blew into the room, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. Slowly turning her palm upwards, she watched in amazement as the wind changed direction and rose, swirling around her. Exhilarated, she thrust her hands forcefully away from her body, her hair whipping forward as the wind raced out of the room in response to her movements. Breathing heavily, Rogue curled her fingers inwards and stared at the closed fist as the wind she summoned dissipated.
Holy. Shit.
Heart pounding in her ears, Rogue closed the window and leaned her forehead against the cool glass. She hadn’t meant to take Storm’s power; at least, she didn’t think she did. Rogue had been angry when Storm grabbed her arm during their argument and her first instinct was to take the other woman’s power to defend herself. But she had only thought of it, she didn’t mean to actually do it. Did she?
Rogue frowned, stretching her fingers. If she had the ability to retain any power she absorbed, and so easily, then just how much had she collected over the course of her life? How powerful had she been? Something close to terror snaked around her, drying her mouth. Was that why Professor Xavier wanted her detained? Rogue knew he had been very upset when she developed an immunity to his telepathic ability, despite his outward appearance of mild bemusement at the time. The fact that he could no longer read her thoughts must have disturbed him more than she realized.
Rogue shook her head, closing Logan’s bedroom door behind her before making her way downstairs. It didn't matter. Professor Xavier's behavior that day told her he was not her ally. He was willing to hurt his X-Men - hurt Logan - to keep her from leaving. And that was unforgiveable.
Students streamed past her through the main hallway, their loud and boisterous conversations assaulting her ears. Rogue half returned their shy smiles as she ran her hands self consciously through her wet hair, taking the stairs down to the sick bay to avoid moving through the crowd of excited teenagers. Every single day brought more of them into the school, their new scents adding to her discomfort.
She found Laura sitting up in her bed, pretending to pay attention to Hank who was going through a list of things the young girl could and couldn’t do once she was released later that day. Walking into the room, Rogue smiled and said, “Hey kiddo. Looking forward to re-entering the world of the super geeks?”
Laura’s eyes rolled so far back into her head, Rogue thought they were in danger of getting stuck in the young feral’s frontal lobe. “Ugh. If it wasn’t for getting to spend every weekend with you in the city, I would be long gone from here.”
Rogue laughed. “It’s not that bad, you brat. I hear Julian is excited, knowing that you’ll be upstairs soon.” Amused, she watched as color suffused the girl’s face, turning pale skin bright red. Aha. She suspected as much.
Beast in the meantime had turned to leave, knowing that Rogue preferred he not be around when she visited Laura but the hand she put on his forearm stopped him. At his look of surprise, Rogue told him quietly. “I want to thank you, Hank. For what you’ve done for Laura.”
Happy she was speaking directly to him, his blue eyes shined with affection. “You’re welcome,” he replied, placing a blue furry hand over hers. “But really, it’s you I should be thanking. I couldn’t have asked for a better assistant.”
“Says the man who let me tap into his vast reservoir of knowledge and skill.”
“Like I said. A perfect assistant.” He winked and Rogue grinned, squeezing his arm meaningfully at his look of relief. His apology - and hers - were left unsaid and understood between them. At that moment, Logan walked in with a tray laden with food for the young patient, who suddenly felt famished at the smell of bacon, sausage, hash browns and eggs.
“Give it here, Wolverine,” Laura demanded, slapping her lap. The three adults looked on approvingly as she ate, her ferocious appetite further proof that her healing factor had returned with a vengeance. Hank excused himself and Logan fixed his eyes on Rogue, who suddenly felt very nervous under his intense gaze.
“Sleep good?”
She nodded, his gruff voice sending a delicious shiver through her. Everything about him set her on fire. “Have you slept yet?” she asked him, seeing the shadows under his eyes.
“Nope.” He held out his hand like he always did when he wanted to talk and Rogue hesitated before taking it. It felt large and warm, adding a jolt of electricity to her already over alert body. He turned to lead her out into the hallway, but something about the way Logan looked at her made Rogue back up, drawing him up short. His hazel eyes bored into hers.
“Something wrong, Rogue?”
“Should there be?”
Yep, there was definitely something there. A look she couldn't quite place. His eyes were soft when he asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Her blood stilled in alarm.
His hand tightened around hers, preventing her from letting his go and after looking over his shoulder to tell Laura he’d see her later, he walked down the hallway to the room at its end. Seeing where he was headed, Rogue jarred to a halt.
“I don’t want to go in there.”
“He can’t hurt you, Rogue”
Looking away from his piercing gaze, Rogue felt her heart begin to race as she felt her flight impulse engage, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Recognizing the signs, Logan’s hand became a vise on hers. “Why are you so afraid of him?”
Rogue twisted her arm to get him to release her but knew it was futile. He wasn’t letting go. “You saw what he did.”
“He wouldn't have hurt you, Rogue,” Logan told her, her genuine fear of the professor surprising him. “He cares for you.”
Rogue looked at him in disbelief. “He threatened to have you decapitate yourself. Why aren’t you afraid of him?”
Logan stiffened, his muscles tensing as the Wolverine in him snarled at his mate’s lack of confidence in him. “I’m not afraid of anyone,” he told her, his voice hard. "Least of all, Chuck."
Rogue became angry. “You should be afraid of him, Logan. He could kill you, and everyone in this school, with a mere thought.”
A growl worked its way up his throat, and she matched it with a menacing glare, but he ignored it and dragged her into the room until they were both standing by the bed. Charles remained as still as always, eerily so, hands placed on his stomach, legs stretched out underneath the single bed sheet draped over him. Rogue looked away, hating the inexplicable guilt that splashed over her. He was her enemy, damn it. Her instincts were off. They had to be.
“Rogue.”
Her eyes flicked up to Logan’s and felt worse at the concern she saw in them. “You’re hurting me,” she told him coldly, and he was, his fingers crushing hers.
Logan released her, unaware he had been holding on to her hand so tightly. The deep contusions he caused faded but she still rubbed it, her eyes shooting nervously over to where Hank was sitting at his desk in the laboratory. Understanding, Logan made a motion with his arm for her to leave, trailing after her to the stairs and following her back to the main level. Rogue surprised him by walking past the front entrance, making her way back up to his room instead. As soon as they were both inside, she closed the door behind him and Logan immediately noticed the duffel bag on the floor next to it.
“Running away again?”
Rogue cocked her head and looked at him; the way he was standing with his legs apart, arms crossed over his massive chest. She saw his anger, his confusion. His love. “You knew I was only staying until Laura was okay,” she told him softly. “I don’t belong here.”
His jaw clenched. “You do, Rogue.”
“I don’t.” She walked up to him and placed her hand on his arm. “I’ve decided to take the Avengers up on their offer, Logan. I’m leaving for New York City today, and I’m not coming back.”
“So, that’s it? After all these years of being an X-Man, you’re just throwing it all away?”
“I’m not throwing away a thing if I can’t remember any of it. There’s nothing for me here.” At the flash of hurt that shot through his eyes, she pulled his arms down to take his hands into hers. “You're an Avenger, Logan. Come with me.”
“I’m an X-Man first, Rogue. I belong here and so do you.”
She closed her eyes briefly, frustrated. “I’m not an X-Man, Logan. Not anymore.”
“Stop it, Rogue. You’re forcin’ yourself to pretend that this place means nothing to you, that your friends here don’t matter. But they do and they want you here.” He pulled her into his arms, wrapping one arm around her waist and pressing her against him, his voice rumbling through her. “I want you here.”
Logan bent his head to slant his lips across hers and Rogue drew her head back, afraid. She didn’t want to take what wasn’t hers, didn’t want to take what belonged to the woman she used to be. But when Logan looked at her, confused, disappointed – hurt – she just didn’t care anymore. Suddenly, her mouth was on his.
Rogue kissed him with a desperate passion, her lips demanding access and he gave it, letting her tongue delve into the warm recesses of his mouth. Logan lifted her into his arms and with two long strides, placed her on his bed, moving his mouth down the side of her throat and returning to her mouth as he unbuttoned her jeans. He slid them over her hips and down her legs, impatiently pulling them off and throwing them over the side of the bed and Rogue did the same, pulling out his belt completely and pulling apart his jeans, gripping his tightly muscled backside once he was free of them. Breaking her kiss to lift her shirt over her head, he followed her lead, pulling off his, leaving her in her underwear and him, completely nude.
Blushing from the bright morning sun shining into the room, Rogue slipped her bra straps over her shoulders, her skin goose pimpling at the raw hunger burning in his eyes. As soon as her breasts spilled free, his mouth settled over them, holding them reverently in the palms of his hands to taste the creamy flesh, kneading them gently. His thumb flicked over their tips as his lips moved from one to the other, nipping at them with his teeth before sliding his mouth along her throat to kiss her swollen lips again.
Logan stared down at her. “Rogue, darlin’,” he told her, his voice rough with desire. “You’re too damn beautiful.”
He placed himself between her legs, and tangled his hands into her hair, lifting her mouth to meet his again to deepen his kiss. Her hands ran over his muscled back, her nails lightly scraping him and he sucked his breath in sharply, his skin electric where she touched him. He rubbed his body against hers, needing to feel every heated inch of her. Her heavy breathing turned shallow as his lips travelled back down her neck, his sideburns chafing the delicate skin as his hands cupped her breasts to hold them in place for his ravenous mouth.
Supporting his weight on one arm, he reached down between her legs and pinched the engorged nub he found there, watching her reaction. Her eyes bolted open and he swallowed her startled gasp with his mouth, continuing to breathe in her moans as he twirled his fingers around the swollen bud.
“You’re so wet. So hot,” he growled against her lips, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking each one with an appreciative moan. Her breasts quivered from her ragged breathing and he lowered his lips to their dusky tips again, his open mouthed kisses tasting their softness as he bit and grazed his teeth over them.
Rogue writhed beneath him; her lower lip caught between her teeth, running her nails along the sides of his chest and making him shiver. He bit her ribcage in retaliation and smiled at her sharply indrawn gasp, his tongue trailing wetly down her stomach as his fingers dug under her panties to slide them down her legs. He dropped them to the floor and spread her thighs apart, lowering himself down her trembling body.
Rogue caught her breath, curling her fingers into his hair as her muscles tensed in anticipation. Looking up at her, his heated gaze caught hers and held it as his tongue slid up her inner thigh, pulling away to slowly lick her other thigh before burying his nose into her moistened curls to inhale her ambrosial scent.
Rogue threw back her head and grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging painfully into them as he spread her legs further apart, his hands pinning her hips against the bed. He flattened his tongue against her fragrant folds and lapped upwards, his growl vibrating against her sensitive and glistening flesh. Logan twirled his tongue around her, purposefully moving slower, her body jerking with spasms each time he sucked her into his hot mouth.
Eyes darkening, she watched him devour her and he watched her, reveling in her shortness of breath, the quickening of her heart, her pleas for release. His hands reached up and lightly squeezed her breasts, his fingers spreading out to caress the rest of her body before fitting under her to press his mouth even more intimately against her. She tried to pull away, overwhelmed by his aggressive oral assault on her but he shook his head violently and snarled in warning.
Whimpering, Rogue fell back against the bed, gathering up the bed sheets in her grasping fingers as she surrendered to the man who was feasting on her like a beast starved.
Logan took his time, licking her, tasting her, biting her as her trembling intensified, her body becoming wild under him. He began a rhythm, sucking faster and harder, pulling back when she was about to go over the edge, causing her to cry out in despair before relenting and delving back into the hot core of her. The sounds of his ministrations filled the air, peppered with the cries that escaped her, and soon Rogue began to shake uncontrollably, convinced she was going to shatter.
Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he crawled over top her, capturing her mouth with his and sharing her taste with her. Moaning, she lifted her hips off the bed to rub against the thick, hard length of him pressing against her thigh, her hands reaching between their bodies to grab hold of him.
Hissing, he broke their kiss and brought his hand down on hers, stopping her from stroking him. “I heard you last night,” he rasped, his eyes trapping hers. “I heard you, darlin’.”
Confused, she blinked up at him. That look was on his face again, the one she couldn't place before.
He lifted his head further, his mouth and chin wet from her. Rogue never saw anything more erotic. “You called out to me last night. I can still hear you. In my head.” His eyes flared. “But I need you to tell me. I need you to say it.”
Apprehension raced through her, realizing what she must have done. Rogue tried to look away but he dug his hands into her still damp hair, keeping her in place. “Please, darlin’." His entire body was tense. "Tell me. Say it.”
Eyes filling with tears, she traced his jaw with her fingers, overwhelmed by the powerful emotion she felt for the gorgeous man who held her heart so completely.
“I love you, Logan,” she breathlessly complied, blood rushing through her veins as though freed by her confession. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Her declaration ended in a sob and he rewarded her by driving himself into her. Thick and large, he stretched and filled her, gently thrusting until she was able to accommodate him. Kissing away her tears, he began to rock halfway into her, gyrating his hips against hers as his hands gripped the thighs she tightened alongside his body.
“I love you, Rogue. I will always, always, love you,” he told her before burying himself deep inside her. His eyes poured over her face as Rogue arched off the bed, watching her as bliss took over. Logan smothered her scream with a kiss as she came, her orgasm washing over her violently. Still in its throes, Rogue growled and sat up, grabbing his hair and taking control of his kiss as sharp pleasure continued to roll powerfully through her.
“I love you so much, Logan.” She loosened the hold she had on his hair and brushed it tenderly away from his face. “I'm never letting you go.”
Sliding his hands up her back, he grinned. “I wouldn’t let you, darlin’.”
Kissing him again, Rogue slowly impaled herself on his still rock hard erection. “Hang on tight, sugar,” she whispered into his ear, shimmying her body to fit him deeper inside. “I have a lot to make up for.”
And she proceeded to drive all coherent thought from his mind.
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