"This is a bad idea." Rogue yelled over the noise. Logan ignored her protest and tugged the zipper of her uniform down further. She moaned when his mouth found that spot at the base of her neck.
The middle of a battlefield was not the place for this kind of action. She knew she should object more forcefully, but Logan was nibbling his was across her collarbone. In no time at all he would…oh yes.
His hand was creeping toward her hip, peeling away her uniform as he went. In a brief moment of clarity, Rogue batted at his free hand. "Sugar, we shouldn't be doing this." He flashed her a wolfish grin that said he wanted to devour her and put an end to any further protests.
Later Rogue lay limp on the ground taking in the stilled scene around them. She looked over at Logan, who was drawing lazy circles on the small of her back. "I doubt this was the type of training scenario the Professor and in mind when he built the Danger Room."
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