Wolverine's Rogue
Chapter 3
by
Barbara Metzger
'Rise and shine, darlin'.' Rogue opened her eyes to find Logan standing beside the couch, clad only in jeans, with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
Her heart lurched at the sight. Memories of the night before assailed her, bringing with them a rush of emotion. Sleepily, she smiled at him. He sat on the edge of the couch. 'I brought you some coffee.' Holding out the mug he regarded her with concern. She cupped the warmth with both hands. 'Thanks,' she said giving a thoughtful sip.
Rogue felt a lump in her throat. He had so much to share and to give, yet he had condemned himself to living alone. He was strong, vulnerable, sensitive, and fascinating. He was more dangerous than she had ever imagined.
He wished he could read her better. He couldn't stop himself from asking a question, one that women usually asked him, one that he found annoying, 'What are you thinking about?' She dipped her head until a length of white hair fell across her cheek, and lightly lay upon her lips. 'You.' She looked at him through the feathery shadows. 'Am I ever in your head Logan?' Difficult words stuck in her throat for a moment. 'Do I ever enter your dreams?'
She met his eyes with such an open, gentle glance, he had to look away. Staring at his hands and rubbing the smooth skin across the back of his knuckles he turned back to pin point her eyes, lower his voice and whisper, 'Let me have some memories to take with me.' Through all of his cool strength something looked out---a need, a longing almost, and a wish to have the longing understood.
Their gazes locked. Her eyes shone with unshed tears. Her hair spilled in sensuous waves across her shoulders. The couch creaked softly and Rogue looked up. 'I haven't touched anyone for a long time,' he said almost to himself.
It had been so long since she'd touched anyone herself. She shivered at the memories of that day long ago. Innocence, young passion, a kiss
The barrier over his expression dropped. Loneliness didn't come close to describing what she saw in his eyes. Rogue understood the isolation he lived with only too well. 'You avoided it, didn't you...getting close to people,' her gaze burned, 'like me. There's a bond between us. No one can see it or touch it, but it's there.'
He shifted closer, so close she could feel his warm breath on her neck. 'You talk to much.' He caught her scent. It had teased him since she arrived. Warm, feminine, slightly musky, ready. Would her body warm, would her scent change, if he pulled her toward him? He took a hold of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the couch, spread apart her knees, and kneeled down between them.
He was beautiful. 'To the point, aren't you', she whispered with half-closed eyes and a smile. She was imprisoned by his strength and by his size. His face was all harsh planes and angles, giving fierceness to his expression.
'Rogue, there are things we can do,' he said roughly, a light sheen of sweat broke out across his body in anticipation. 'Even without joining our skin. There are ways.' 'Show me everything,' she said. He smiled. The lonely man, rejected and isolated, the defensive recluse faded away, leaving the soul he might have been had his life been different, normal
She was so close. Logan slyly smiled and suddenly came to a stand looking down at her cheek lying against his muscled thigh clad in blue denim. A single drop of sweat from his bare chest slid a wet trail down his stomach and soaked into the fabric of his jeans. She pulled the jeans away from his skin and brought it to her mouth, tasting the saltiness. He closed his eyes and held his breath as he took a handful of her hair and let it slide between his fingers. 'Ah, Rogue',' he drawled, 'you wouldn't believe the thoughts I have in my head.' There was warning in his tone.
His muscles rippled as he bent down to take her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Logan rested his knee against the edge of the mattress, and let her slowly slide down his body, unabashedly groaning as her curves rubbed over the front of his jeans. 'See what you do to me, darlin'.'
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