“So I hear you’re going to be leaving us,” Cherie’s tone dripped with victory and a smug satisfaction.
Turning her head, Rogue eyed the woman for a moment, “I didn’t hear you knock; did you forget your polished manners?”
“Door was open,” Cherie replied sweetly, eying the gifts that were still stacked in Rogue’s room. Plucking at a bolt of bright sunny yellow she grimaced before dropping it and dusting her hands off. “Pity you can’t finish the cruise...”
“Can’t isn’t the word,” Rogue replied seriously as she rose and faced the other woman, “I won’t. As long as that creep you call a husband is on board I won’t be. Now I paid for my voyage, I didn’t pay to get groped or treated like a two bit whore. If you don’t mind, I still have some packing to do and you are in the way,” pushing the woman out of her room, Rogue slammed the door shut and sighed. She was glad to be rid of Cherie at least.
A soft knock a moment later had Rogue jerking the door open expecting Cherie to be still standing there, “Oh Mrs. Monroe, please come in,” stepping back she let the older woman in. “How are you today?”
“Well,” Mrs. Monroe said with a smile. Holding up a small box she handed to Rogue, “Just a little something from Frank and me, we’re going to miss you.”
Taking it Rogue opened the box and chuckled at the delicate chain inside that had a single sailboat charm on it, “Thank you.”
“You are very welcome,” Mrs. Monroe replied and hugged the girl, “Just remember something for me okay?”
“Sure,” Rogue smiled at her as the older woman started out of the room, “What is it?”
“Sometimes a man does things so out of character that you wouldn’t know him because he’s in love. Give him a chance to explain,” she said and slipped from the room closing the door softly, leaving Rogue with a stunned expression.
“What the heck does that mean?” Rogue frowned and sighed, determined to figure it out later…much later!
After making sure that everything was packed and her room was empty of all personal affects Rogue grabbed her purse and headed for shore. She would be spending the night here in Sydney before flying out the next morning and she wanted to be able to relax and not worry about Reginald the Creep!
Smirking at the sight of the hot tub in her room, Rogue shook her head before wondering why she couldn’t have that where Logan was. Thinking of him, she sighed. She’d managed to get everything she wanted done up to and including the clothes they’d need if her control slipped. Now all she had to do was think of a way to talk Professor X into finding him for her.
Stripping down, Rogue gave one last paranoid check of her hotel door, ensuring that all the locks including the deadbolt had been secured before flicking her skin on and retreating to the tub to do some hardcore relaxing.
Sinking into the rolling, twisting hot water, she sighed as the heat stung her skin then slowly eased the tension and worry from her body. Leaning her head back she sighed again. She loved the gown she’d bought, loved everything about the clothes, the suits, the shoes, the total lack of gloves, and she knew Logan would understand what she was saying when she gave him his.
~What do you think Chuck and the X-geeks are gonna say?~
“You have to spoil my groove, don’t you,” she muttered quickly. “It’s not up to them.”
~It is up to them. If you live with them, they have a right to gossip and voice their opinions… wanted or not.~
“What would they say, though?” Rogue pondered that, “I mean both Scott and Jean would be all upset. Scott would be his usual, ‘he’s too crass and untamed,’ Jean would be upset but I think it’s just because she’s still lusting after your ass, Logan,” Rogue paused at a familiar mental snicker.
~Lust all she wants, baby, you and I both know I wouldn’t do anything with her.~
“The only reason you’re still up there, baby, and relatively free.”
~Okay, what about Chuck, Storm, Hank, and the Popsicle?~
“Charles I think wouldn’t have too much of a problem with it. After all he knows more than he ever says anyway. I think he knew long before now that I didn’t just have a silly school girl crush on you. Besides, can you see him really complaining about something that doesn’t have a direct influence on the cause?”
~No, no, I can’t. Doesn’t mean much though, still have to deal with Storm, Hank, and Popsicle boy.~
Chuckling, Rogue shook her head, “Bobby wouldn’t say a thing. He’s too busy trying to get into Kitty’s pants.”
~Still stings, huh?~
“No,” Rogue sighed and rested one foot on the edge of the hot tub, “It’s more a matter of pride. I mean how desperate did he want to touch that he had to cheat? Sure my skin was a problem but still, if he really loved me…”
~He’s a dick. What about the others?~
“Storm’s too busy trying to be calm, cool, collected, the epitome of a goddess to worry about my sorry excuse of a love life. Besides that, she’s my friend as long as I’m happy why would she say something. Hank, he doesn’t care one way or the other. He’s got his experiments, his friends, his entire life to focus on – my sex life or lack thereof is of no concern to him.”
~If they don’t approve what are you going to do? Worse case scenario, baby.~
Rogue smiled, trailing her hands through the water over her curves enjoying the tingling, the hum of her body as her mutation flowed through her, “It’s my life, their disapproval would hurt for a bit, but I’ll get over it. After all I’m not planning on living and sleeping with them for a very long time…I want you.”
~Nice to know, ~ the soft snicker drew a grin from her as she slid deeper into the hot, frothy water.
No matter what anyone said she knew where her place was, knew whom she belonged to and she was content with that. The truth was that she’d heard every protest anyone in the mansion could come up with at least once, shortly after Logan had left when she was still a teenager, after the Lady Liberty incident.
She’d weathered that storm then, and she’d weather this one if there was one. Smirking to herself, she realized that she really had grown up. She wasn’t so desperate for approval and affection that she would allow another to make her choices for her, even Logan’s input had been considered, weighed, and she’d taken only what she wanted to from his words. Not that she had any illusions, she knew beyond a doubt that her and Logan would have a long, sometimes rocky road ahead of them, after all you couldn’t chain the wind and Logan needed to be on the move, needed to be free even if he was with her, just as she did.
Shifting, she leaned forward and rose to her feet, the water sluicing down her body in tiny little rivers, tracing over flesh she wanted Logan to touch. Grabbing a towel she wrapped it around herself before padding into the other room.
Picking up the phone, she ordered dinner and sat back on the bed to watch the sun fade away into the night. The darkness that so many feared called to her, soothed her and she shifted, rubbing her bare feet against the satin comforter as she thought of Logan being with her.
Scanning the room she giggled, the furniture in this room was beautiful but not made for an adamantium frame and she would have to be sure wherever they went on their honeymoon the furniture was reinforced to some degree – after all she didn’t want Logan to break the bed making love to her!
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