Cabin For Rogue And Logan
by
Ginger


"Do you really like this stuff?" Bobby questioned Rogue as he put down his copy of "Romeo and Juliet" Rogue looked into her classmate's bewildered eyes and said quietly, "Well...yes. It's kinda romantic. Why, you don't?" Bobby wriggled his nose and picked the Shakespearean romance back up, "Naw, this is female stuff." Rogue smiled in her little way, "I suppose."

She looked down at the pages and secretly wished she had a love like Romeo Montague. A boy so loving and tender. She then looked at Bobby. Could Bobby and her...? No, she couldn't imagine him as a 'suitor' as Juliet would say. Besides, a young boy like Bobby was not as captivating as a real man. An older man.

"Logan," she whispered to herself. "Hmm?" Bobby raised his head. Rogue then realized what she had said, "Oh...um, I was just saying Verona." "Oh yeah, the town Romeo and Juliet are from," Bobby said, "I wonder if it really exists." He furrowed his brow and looked back into the book. Rogue then wondered if he had heard her true words. Probably not.

The class had been asked to read "Romeo and Juliet" for Dr. Grey's English Lit class. While the girls in the class were thrilled, boys like Bobby and his friend John were less than appreciative. Kitty and Jubilation Lee were going to do a project called, "Love letters from Juliet" and were sure to get an A+. But Rogue, try as she might, could not find a good idea to suit Dr. Grey's stipulations. By the time they were to be done reading the play, the students were to have some kind of project to display to the class. And since Rogue had decided to go it alone without a partner, she had more responsibilties. She could not brainstorm effectively enough. She had too much on her mind since he went away. What if he never comes back? What if he gets killed?

"Class," Dr. Grey got their attention, "Since we only have 10 minutes left I decided it would be best to end the day early and let you retire for the weekend." "Yes!" a boy in the back quickly said. The class laughed and Jean Grey smirked at the boy. The kids, who were all the same age as Rogue, new to 18, filed out of the room. Rogue told Bobby to go on since she wanted to talk to Dr. Grey. Jean was busy putting away the maps of Italy and the United Kingdom that she had out when Rogue quietly approached her.

"Dr. Grey?" the teen softly said, her childlike eyes steady and careful. "Yes Rogue," Jean smiled. "Um..." Rogue did not know what Jean's reaction to what she was about to ask would be, "Umm, have you heard anything from Logan?" Jean dropped a map, "Uh, Rogue, no I haven't," She looked down and noticed the young girl's hands were trembling, "I'm sure he's fine, Rogue...wherever he's at." Jean put her hand on Rogue's shoulder. Rogue looked down at her shoes, "You think so?" Jean smiled as she lifted Rogue's tiny chin, "I have a good feeling."

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Rogue chatted up the night with her two roomates, Kitty and Anita. They talked into the night about the usual, non-mutant-related teen stuff: boys, clothes, movies, and "Romeo and Juliet". "I heard that in the movie you see Romeo's butt!" Anita laughed, covering her mouth and her giggles. "Really?" Rogue asked, her naive eyes wide open. "Yep! And Bobby said he heard you see Juliet's breasts!" Anita laughed some more. "Bobby said Romeo 'fondles' them," Kitty laughed, embarrassed at her guy-like expression. "Oh my God," Rogue laughed, her face as red as theirs. "Bobby said he was going to get a friend to get it for us to preview before the test," Kitty offered. "That'll be cheatin'," Rogue said, perplexed. "We know, but it will be fun," Anita chimed in.

The girls laughed at their little ruse and finished the rest of the pizza Scott Summers had ordered for the school. Fifty pizzas. About half of them were eaten by Bobby and his friends alone. At 1:30 am Kitty and Anita finally fell asleep. Anita slept with her Walkman on: this was a bedtime trait that bothered Rogue, who was becoming something of an insomniac. She got up and turned it off. The CD inside the Walkman was by a group called Tonic. Rogue slyly put the headsets on to check out the CD.

The girls shared everything and she hoped that maybe Anita's method would coax her to bed. Rogue laid down on her own bed and tried to sleep... "If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand...why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do....." the male voice sang into Rogue's ears. It was a pleasant male voice. A male's voice. Eventually the voice then became deeper as she imagined Logan speaking to her before he left...

"I'll be back for this," he said to her after he put his dog tag into her little gloved hand. She could still feel the warmth of his large hand hand covering hers as he closed her delicate fingers around the tag. "Logan," she said quietly to herself. And then she began to dream.

The dream was hazy. She first found herself in a mist outside of a cabin in the Canadian wilderness. A hawk screeched overhead and then dove into the woods after some little stirring below. Rogue looked down at her clothes and found herself in her usual wardrobe. Her purple blouse hugged her bosom tightly and her navel peeked out from the bottom of her clothing. Strange, she was wearing Anita's black hiphuggers. To control her powers, her favorite brown gloves covered her arms and hands. She felt a chill when she realized that was all she was wearing.

Her little black boots were covered in dingy snow and so she decided to go into the cabin. Once inside she could see that the cabin was warmly lit by kerosene lanterns. Navajo rugs were on the floor and the relaxing odor of cedar filled the one room dwelling. A little black stove sat in the corner and a pot of coffee was perched on the front burner. The stove was off but she could tell she was not alone. The cabin's lanterns dimly covered the room. As she turned to look at the big wooden bed that was up against the wall she was startled by Logan's voice.

"Hey kid," he said under his breath. She quickly turned and saw him sitting in the corner by the fireplace. He was sitting in a rickety wooden chair, which was balanced on it's back two legs. His brown booted feet were perched on the side of the fireplace and he appeared to be wearing the same clothes he had when they first met. His jacket was gone, and he was wearing the same flannel long sleeved shirt and dark jeans that he had worn the she had first laid eyes upon him. He was smoking a cigar and the aroma filled the air as soon as he caught her attention. She could only see his eyes but she could tell he was grinning at her.

"Logan?!" she exclaimed, her limbs growing weak. "Sure enough, kid," he answered. "Oh Logan!" she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. She instantly became weaker as her gloved hands caressed his hairy sideburned face. And the smell of him. The smell of him was something so wonderful and male and feral. She found herself kissing the black locks of hair atop his head. "Well, I didn't know I'd get a reception like this," he remarked.

"Oh my, I---," she backed up, embarrassed. She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Now, sweetheart, don't feel ashamed...I suppose bein' cooped up with the Professor will make you a little more like a school marm after long," he smiled and arose out of the darkness. "I know," she blushed as she looked down at her feet. She slowly rose her head after a few seconds in order to look up at him. She wanted to take him in.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, moving towards the shelf above the stove. "No, I'm fine," she gushed, embarrassed. "Rogue, you've got to stop bein' so skiddish...it's me Logan," he winked at her and then poured himself some bourbon. Rogue had seen him drink before. She wondered how many shots or rounds of alcohol it would take to make him drunk. Probably a lot. "Sit down and tell me how Xavier and the gang are doin'? Cyclops hasn't married Jean yet, I hope," he smiled. "Nope, but they are still together," Rogue assumed. "That's too bad," he mused as he threw back his drink. Rogue wished it was her that Logan desired. What does Dr. Grey have that she doesn't? Bigger breasts? A prettier face? A PhD? Maybe it was because Jean could read Logan's mind. Did that 'turn him on'? Rogue's experience with the opposite sex was almost zero. And a man like Logan would be far too complex to understand.

"Oh, and Xavier and everybody else is fine," Rogue remembered the other question he had. She bit her lower lip. "That's good," he simply said. Then he looked straight into her brown eyes, "And you?" "I...I'm fine," she answered, her southern accent coming through more than she liked. Logan smiled. He liked her accent. They sat there, awkwardly looking at one another. The top two buttons of his flannel shirt were undone and she could see the hair on his chest, which rose steadily up and down with his breathing. Her eyes then glanced at his, and she smiled at him. He smiled back, his dark eyes looking right through her. Could he tell she had a crush on him, she wondered.

"Listen," he suddenly said, "it's getting late...if you're not hungry, are you tired?" "Yeah, kinda," she replied. She nervously removed her gloves. She wondered why he never asked her how she got up to his cabin. The deep dreamstate Rogue was really in did not provide these answers. "Okay, well then you get the bed and I'll sleep on the floor," he said as he got up and put his liquor back on the shelf.

"The floor?" she asked. She looked down and it was only a dusty earthen covering. "Yeah, what's wrong?" he raised his left eyebrow like he always does. "I just feel sorry for you," she admitted. "Well, I can't have you sleeping on the floor on one of these itchy rugs now can I?" he told her.

"You can sleep with me in the bed," she could not believe what she had just said. He just looked at her. Then he looked at the bed. He rubbed his right arm and looked at her again, nervously. "What?" she said, she felt her heart race. "I don't know...I'd have to sleep on top of the sheets," he said, uneasily. "Okay," she quietly said, "I just can't see you sleeping on the floor, that's all." Her face felt flush.

"Darlin', it ain't the worst I've been through, really," he remarked. Rogue quickly imagined all the 'things' he's probably been through and it sent a chill through her body. "It's okay, really," she said, "Anyway, I'm kinda scared." "Of what?" he asked. "I heard wolves howling earlier on," she admitted. "And that frightened you?" he smiled, a look of understanding spread across his face. "Yeah," she felt like a baby, "when I used to go camping with my family, I had to have my hand on someone's sleeve so I knew that if they got up I wouldn't be left alone....kinda dumb, huh?"

"No," he grinned, endeared by her youthful sweetness, "I can understand that."

She immediately felt better. She knew Logan would never laugh at her. "We'll share the same bed," he finally agreed. This sent a small flutter across Rogue's heart, "Thank you," she said. "Don't mention it," he smiled, "but look...if you want me to get out just tell me, you hear?" "Yes," she answered. "Good, now go get changed and get ready for bed," he instructed, "The washroom's over there, you can pull a curtain across the basin for privacy."

"Okay," she said as she made her way over to the pantry-like area that was in the corner of the room.

As she changed Logan began to worry. "Why am I agreeing to this? She is just a kid," he thought to himself, "already 18, but still a child. Oh God, I hope she doesn't still have a hankerin' on me." He could see her backlit silhouette through the curtains. He noticed that she had 'grown' since he last saw her. "Oh God," he thought.

When she returned from the basin area she looked like a child bride in her flowing pink nightgown. Logan immediately turned and looked the other way. "Okay Rogue, I'm going to go change now. Make sure you've got socks on...it gets pretty cold, kiddo," he advised. "'Kay," she answered. She was beginning to not like being called 'kid' or 'kiddo'. She was a young woman now.

She crawled beneath the two sheets, the quilt and the thick blanket that Logan had covering the bed. It was a queen-sized type bed with simple wooden legs and head and foot boards. There were two pillows. She situated them so she could have one and Logan could have the other. She made sure he was still behind the curtain before she smelled his pillow. It smelled like him. She immediately thought of sex. Her face felt hot and she threw off the top blanket. And then he emerged. He was wearing blue and gray flanneled pajama pants and a matching long sleeved top that was completely unbuttoned.

Just looking at his muscular torso made her feel swoony all over again and she tried to hide how she felt. But the dark hair covering his powerful chest was making her lightheaded. As he turned out the kerosene lanterns she imagined running her fingers across the trail of hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared into his pants. She then felt slightly ashamed of her thoughts.

"I usually sleep in pitch black but I can leave a candle on if you prefer," he offered. "Okay, keep the candle on," she told him. He smirked, "A little afraid of the dark?" "Yeah," she murmured. She was now sitting up, her pretty little face resting on her knees. She squeezed her feet, hoping that 'pinching' herself would calm her down. "I'm sorry if I sound like I'm picking on you," he apologized. "That's okay, Logan," she said, remembering that he has the gift of cat-like night vision. He lit a candle and turned out all the lanterns, and then finally made his way to the bed.

By the time he was there she had crawled back under the covers and had them all pulled up to her chin. She had quickly registered that it was only 10 degrees outside. By the light of the single candle that he had on the kitchen table she could see him take off his shirt. He then sat down on the bed. "'Night Rogue, don't worry about any wolves," he said. "Okay Logan, I won't," she answered, "Goodnight." He then laid down atop the sheets.

She could tell that he had his own blanket so as to make sure he didn't touch her. If he did, he could die, even though she kept the arm nearest to him gloved. He was a gentleman to use another blanket, even though Rogue wished she could somehow be closed to him. As the night wore on Rogue could hear all sorts of sounds outside the cabin. Wolves howled from somewhere in the darkness and racoons scampered about in the bushes just outside the front door. The melodic breathing coming from Logan was somewhat comforting, however, and she did not worry about the bumps in the night.

It was about midnight in dreamtime when Rogue realized her dream was more fascinating then ever. She awoke with her ungloved hand across Logan's torso, and found he was completely fine! Were her powers suspended? Could she finally touch another? What about him, did he still have claws? What was all this? She sat up and tried to take it all in. Was she finally free of the gift she had? (In normal time, Rogue slept peacefully, and the CD player had gently fallen out of her hands and onto the carpet.) Still Logan slept on. She laid back down and pulled the single glove off her other arm. She then thought about Logan and the women he must've been with. Who were they? Could she be one? She then realized she was kidding herself. He thought of her as a little sister, if anything. Still, she propped her head up on one hand and gently touched his chest.

Nothing happened. He didn't stir in pain, his face did not stiffen and become veiny. He just slept peacefully. She then wondered if he'd awake if she kissed him. The idea of this thrilled her. And she did not hesitate or think herself dirty. She leaned over and gently put her lips to his. The hair on her body stood up as she did this. She was really kissing Logan. Logan, Logan, Logan. When she leaned over again to taste the sweetness of his lips he arose and grabbed her face and kissed her.

"Oh Mariko," he whispered, and then his head rested back on the pillow. Rogue sat there stunned. "Mariko?" she said to herself. "Who's that?" she thought. She then thought it was wise to stop messing with her bed mate and she rolled over and tried to sleep. But he did not stop. He was dreaming himself, and he thought he was in bed with his long lost love.

He rolled over to Rogue, his eyes still closed, and put his powerful arm around her, "I loved you from the moment I saw you," he whispered into Rogue's ear. A rigidness set in and she thought about waking him...but she decided to see where his dreams went. Rogue then grew nervous when she realized his hand was resting on her shoulder. If he suddenly decided to have a bad dream, she'd have a serving of adamantium claw in her body again.

She rolled his arm off of her. She then wondered again if his claws were really there or not. As she began to sleep again he resumed talking, "Mariko, show me love," he moaned. Rogue thought for a moment. She then started talking as Mariko: afterall, this was her dream, too. "Logan, what do you want me to do?" Rogue searched. He moaned and stretched his powerful body, "I just want you," he murmured.

Rogue was not sure of what she was doing but she snuggled up close to him and put her head on his chest. She could hear his magnificent heartbeat, and the rise and fall of his chest was enough to put her to sleep. "Love me," he tiredly said, "Our first night together...remember that, Mariko?" "Yeah," Rogue said. "How can I..." he yawned,"...for---get."

"I dunno," Rogue nervously answered.

"You were always my lotus blossom," he said. Rogue thought to herself, "Huh? Mariko must've been a Japanese or Chinese woman...."

"Hmmm," he cooed as he suddenly turned to the side and hugged her to him. Rogue was nearly suffocated until she scooched out from under him. He then fell quiet.

Was he finally done dreaming? The tingly feel Rogue had started to feel in her privates was slowly creeping away. (Rogue shifts in her own real bed, her dream stage goes on, and deeper thoughts begin to take over) "Logan," Rogue tried to awake him, "Logan, it's me, er---Rogue." He only shifted a little. Her thoughts ran wild as she listened to him breathe. She was sitting straight up in bed just looking at him. "Take me," she said under her breath.

"Hmmm," he suddenly murmured, still very much asleep. Rogue took a deep breath and then she said, "Take me." Logan then awoke for real and sat up in bed, "Rogue? Are you gaving a bad dream?"

She just sat there, the cold now chilling her, "No Logan, nevermind." She laid back down. "You said something, do you need something?" he asked, concerned. "No," she answered. She could tell his eyes were looking down at her. And she knew that if his powers were still there he could see her unhappy face perfectly.

Logan's mind was racing a mile a minute, as well. He thought he had heard her say "Take me." Rogue? Little Rogue. As much as he would love to make love to a woman, he held back because he remembered she was a baby. How could he live with himself. She was probably a virgin, he mused, and he could not do that to her. He did not want to hurt her. Besides, she was still not yet grown. How could he do that to her? He then remembered she was 18. She was a woman now. He laid back down, trying to forget what he heard. He drew his blanket over his body and tried to sleep. The next morning would not give him relief from his young partner's yearnings.

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It was morning in Rogue's dream and she found Logan chopping wood outside. He was shirtless, wearing those same dark jeans and dusty boots. The sweat that run down his neck towards his stomach reminded her that the days were a little warmer than the bitterly cold nights.

"Mornin' I---" Logan stopped after he threw his ax down and looked at Rogue. Unbeknownst to her was the fact that her nightclothes were sheer enough in the sunlight for Logan to almost completely see through them. The 8 am sunlight shown through her gown and revealed that she had absolutely no underwear on.

"Umm," he stammered as he wiped his brow. Rogue then looked at him funny, wondering what his problem was. It wasn't until she glanced down that she could see her body was begging to be seen through the pajamas. "Oops," she blushed and ran back inside. She had come out to relieve herself, but instead she held it in. After a few painful minutes she realized she had to go.

She did not want to get back into her smelly clothes until they were clean so she forced herself to go back outside. She scampered around the cabin and relieved herself in the woods. By the time she had made it back into the cabin, Logan was inside, shaving his face.

"I didn't know you shave," Rogue greeted him. He turned around from the dingy mirror he was using and smiled, "You need you clothes washed, don't you." "Yeah, I think so...I'm so sorry," she said to him. He put the knife he was shaving with into the basin and smiled at Rogue. A little bit of shaving foam had ran down his chest. Rogue laughed.

"What?" he grinned. As he stood there looking into her eyes, she noticed his scruffy sideburns and stubble had almost completely grown back. "How did you---," she muttered, dumbfounded. "How did I what?" he asked. "Nevermind," she said, "But I am sorry about coming outside dressed like that." "It's okay kid...not like I haven't seen a gal before," he amused himself as he rinsed off his hands.

Rogue was slightly miffed by his use of 'kid', "Why do you call me kid?" He turned and looked at her, brow cocked, "'Cause you're a kid." She then walked up closer to him and looked straight into his eyes, which were very daunting when stared down, "I am a woman now, Logan."

He dropped the towel he was using onto a chair and then held her at arms length. He looked back into her eyes and answered, "I know that you are a woman now. It is just hard to get used to." He then walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, "There's bacon and eggs up there on the stove---" "Don't change the subject," she quietly said. He was looking down when she said this. Rogue immediately became nervous. He slowly lifted his head up and looked at her. She swallowed hard and realized she just might have pissed him off. "Darlin'," he finally spoke, "I didn't sleep well last night, so leave me be right now, okay?" "No," she stood her ground, "I will not."

He just looked at her, half perplexed and half starting to get mad, "Okay then, what is it that's got you so miffed, 'cause I sure as hell want to know." Rogue stiffened when he slightly rose his voice to her. She then sat down across the table from him. She looked at his hands and then up at his face. Both were strong and revealed a lot about him and what he's gone through. The she spoke, "Logan...have you ever wanted me?"

His eyes grew narrow and then fixed directly onto hers, "I don't know." He then looked back down at the coffee cup he had sitting on the table. He took it into his hands, and for a moment Rogue thought he was going to crush it in a fit of anger. "Logan, I...I love you more than as a friend," she sputtered.

He didn't look right at her. "Logan?" He then shot his eyes up and looked her square in the face. He could not believe she was doing this to him, "Rogue, why?" She sat there and pondered the question. There were only two words she could think of, "Why not?" He rubbed his hands over his rough face and through his black hair and then calmly set them down on the table in front of him, "I admit, you have blossomed into a beautiful young woman, but I could not live with myself if I ever hurt you."

"How could you hurt me, Logan?" "You've never been with someone have you?" he asked. She sat there, knowing what the answer was, but afraid to admit it. She knew that by saying no he would immediately refuse to take her, but by saying yes he would only find out later that she had lied. "No I haven't," she finally answered.

"You need to wait until you're ready, darlin'," he explained, "and I don't think you need to loose it to a sunnova bitch like me." (Rogue tosses and turns in the bed, still not awakened by her dream) "But Lo---" "You probably only know the facts of life, but you don't know Logan's facts of life," he said, arising and going towards the bed. He sat down on it and began to remove his boots.

"There's that rock," he said as he dumped out the contents of his boot onto the floor. He was attempting to change the subject again, but Rogue would not see it that way. Rogue saw this as her chance and she walked up to him.

For some reason Logan never brought up the fact that her powers could kill him in bed. The dream was about to come even more complicated. She began to kiss his lips. On reflex he kissed back. He then stopped and laughed, "I can't believe I'm doing this." "Please don't push me away, Logan," she pleaded.

He looked into her eyes and immediately began to understand her needs. He pulled her closer and put his hand on the middle of her back. She was between his legs and the heat rising off his body was so intense that she became even more aroused. "We shouldn't do this," he said as he put his forehead to hers. He held her face to his hoping that she would grow tired of his stalling and move on.

"Yes we should," she argued, "I want you to be my teacher." She then pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his waist. She could feel his hardness through his pants and this made her extremely excited. The dream was making her a little more bold, and she realized that Logan would never go for this in real life. He would never love her like this. "Okay, you're movin' way too fast," he tried to say, but she cupped her hand over his stubbled mouth.

"Shhh," she said, looking into his deep eyes. Once again they mesmerized her, took her in, and locked her onto his soul. Oh it was so wonderful to not have her powers! It was so wonderful to succumb to his. His body, his gifts. She could feel him slightly moving under her and so she began to rock back and forth, too.

He closed his eyes and she wondered if he was trying to block all of this out. Ordinarily this would have bothered her, but it didn't. His body was so hard and strong to the touch, and his arms and chest and stomach looked like they had been taken from a fitness magazine. He was beautiful. And she was finally having her way with him. He then opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on her, "Aren't I supposed to be taking you?" She smiled down at him and said softly, "Yes." "Do you still want be to do this?" "Yes, Logan." "If I hurt you I don't know what I'd---" "Just take me Logan. Right here, right now, on this very bed."

With that he rolled her over with great ease and laid very close to her. He looked into her eyes and caressed her round face. He hadn't touched skin this soft since he was a child. His first kiss, he suddenly remembered. A lot of things were coming back to him. His breathing became harder and gave away his sexual excitement. She put her delicate fingers to his chest and through the hair she could feel his heartbeat growing steadily. He could tell her heart was beating harder, too, as he slowly touched her breasts. Rogue then thought of Romeo touching Juliet. Were she and Logan to be star-crossed lovers, too?

Logan turned her thoughts away when he began kissing her neck, which smelled like some kind of fruity lotion to him. A grin curved his lips because he had forgotten just how sweet women her age smelled. "You smell good," he softly growled into her ear. She laughed. (Rogue was awakened by a tree branch outside, but fell back asleep...only 45 minutes had actually passed in real time)

"You smell even better," she purred. He did. He smelled like cedar and leather and the shaving cream he had used earlier on. He smiled into her ear, "Are you still sure?" Rogue answered, "I'm sure." And with that he unbuckled his jeans and slid them off. She knew he was then naked, but she was still afraid to look down and gaze upon his male body. She then figured she'd do the next best thing: feel him down there.

As he unbuttoned the front of her nightgown, she could feel the heat from his wonderful hands on her skin. She slowly and carefully slid her hand down his tummy and towards his groin. He was absolutely hot there, and the rigidness that she felt excited her. He was indeed big enough to please any woman, and the hair surrounding him down there was soft and covered his 'body' well. She then began to worry about her own privates.

They had never been disrupted and she heard that it was quite painful when the hymen was broken. She remembered all the sex ed classes she had taken: they had all said that sex was not it's best for a woman's first time. She knew Logan would probably rip her open. But she try her best to not cry out, not cry, and not become a baby to him again. He helped her shimmy out of her gown so effortlessly, she had wondered how easily it would be for him to take her. Once again he closed his eyes as he ran his hand over her breasts. Her tummy was flat and her breasts were definitely bigger than when he first met her. He tried to block out thoughts of him being the animal that took little Rogue: he began to dream of Mariko to put him at ease. Rogue felt her vagina become moist and she knew that this meant her body was readying itself for him to join her.

She was very aroused now and the tingly feeling took over her loins. She began to wildly kiss him. He kissed back more hungrily, and she knew then that this was indeed the Logan she had always wanted. he started breathing harder and more erratically as he spread her legs. Grinding his teeth, his nostrils seemed to flare as his fingers found their way into her. She gasped.

His eyes burned brightly and a look came over his face that she hadn't seen since he was fighting those terrible men in the cage at the bar. It was like his adrenaline was pumping extra hard and he was becoming the primal Wolverine that he was. She could have sworn that his eyes were now glowing red. Oh, she prayed that his claws would remain sheathed. "Ready?" he growled into her ear. "Yesss," she nervously said.

The look on his face was truly frightening, and she wondered if he was still Logan. He laid atop her, and supported his weight with his elbows. And then slowly he dove into her, inch by inch. Rogue gasped when she felt his hard manhood go into her. He was hot and so was she. And then their bodies undulated together.

His mind was going crazy, and the intensity of what he was feeling for his partner was overwhelming. It was up to him to either fuck her, or make love to her. He was hell bent on doing both. "Uhhhh," she slowly breathed. Her brow was damp and her body felt clammy. But she did not feel any pain. He slowly drove into her again and again, eyes closed, teeth bared, a bead of sweat trickling down his nose. It fell and hit Rogue's cheek. Just then she felt an aching inside of her area that only he could have caused. It felt wonderful, like someone was tickling her insides. She had one orgasm, then two...then three... And then a flush of extreme love came out of her as she looked up at the man that helped her do that.

He stared down at her in amazement. She looked so beautiful that he could not take it anymore. His face tensed and she trembled at the look of it. "Oh...oooh..." he said as he came. His eyes rolled back into his head and his face looked truly ferocious. She could hear the adamantium strain with his body, and his skin became rigid and tense. She felt something wet inside of her and she knew then that he had released into her.

He then tiredly laid down next to her as she slid over to rest her head on his warm stomach. She looked at his area down below her and was amazed that he was just inside of her. She fingered the hair that grew in a straight line down his stomach and spread across his loins.

It was black as midnight and covered his magnificent body well. His abdominal muscles provided the perfect cushion for her to sleep upon, and the only thing he said to her was, "Thank you." She slowly sat up and whispered into his lips, "No, thank YOU." A smiled curved his lips as he gazed into her eyes. The world was so sweet.

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Rogue found herself awaking to the alarm clock near Anita's dresser. It was 8am. She got up and hit snooze button and returned to bed. And then it hit her. She had dreamed about Logan. They had made love to each other. "Oh, Logan," she sikently said. She held her pillow to herself more tightly and began to try to recapture evertything in her dream.

She was determined that when she woke up she'd write it all down in the secret journal she was keeping. But she couldn't wait to wake up. She reached under her bed and pulled out the small box that she had under her bed. Inside was her journal, which was concealed in a "TV Guide" cover so no one would know what it was should they ever find it. And then she began to write.

Tears welled up in her eyes when she wrote. She truly knew what it meant to be a star-crossed lover like Juliet Capulet. She laughed when she thought of Logan scaling a wall to meet her at her window. "O Logan, Logan, wherefore art thou Logan?" she silently amused herself. She scribbled the cabin in her journal. And quickly put down key words and sentences from their night and day together. "Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days," she heard the nurse in the play tell Juliet. She could not write fast enough, her memory was still so fresh from the dream. If it could only be real.

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It was a week later when he found her sitting by the gate of the Xavier School Mansion. She was alone, writing in her journal, her dream still fresh and still weighing heavy on her thoughts. "Hey, kid," he said, "what kind of a name is Rogue?"

She immediately looked up and saw him standing there in the early morning sunlight looking down at her. He was standing against Scott's bike and his face brought back a happiness inside her that eclipsed her dream. She stood up and stared at him dumbfounded and then replied, "What kind of a name is Wolverine?"

He grinned at her and came up to the gate. He took one of her gloved hands and kissed it and her eyes started to well up. "Now, don't get misty on my darlin'," he winked. He looked up at the gate and said, "Now are you gonna let me in?" She was still enraptured by his dark yet calm eyes, "Oh, yeah, let me get the guard." Within a couple minutes the guard was at the gate letting Logan come through. Rogue flung her arms around him, being careful to not touch his skin to hers. "Well, that's what I call a reception," he smiled at her.

They had never hugged before. At least not since he poured the life back into her on the Liberty torch. They crossed the lawn and made their way to the front door. It had been nearly a year and Logan was only a little happy to be back. He had found nothing in his trek to Canada. Only a twisted black void called loneliness. He wondered if Jean and Scott were still a couple. He wondered if Scott would still be sore about the bike. He didn't care about the last part.

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After making it through the rounds of greetings and explanations, Logan found himself heading towards the gate later on that night. "Have to get outta here for a while, the place is stiflin' again," he said to himself. As he was about to hit the switch to open the gate he spied a "TV Guide" on the ground. Since he was on his feet and his bike was on the other side he decided to pick it up.

"Junk," he said when he looked at the cover, which had the cast of "Friends" on it. He was about to toss it onto the small steps of the unoccupied guard's station when a photo fell out. "Shit," he said as he bent over and switftly picked up the object. It wasn't a photograph afterall, but instead it was a small doodle of him holding what appeared to be Rogue in his arms. "Huh?" he asked himself as he looked at it, "What's this?" He quickly found a page and stuck it back in, and before he shut the pseudo-TV Guide his eyes caught the bubbly girlish handwriting inside.

He read the words looking for a name so he could return the book anonymously: "I have loved him from the moment I saw him. I wish I could tell him, but I realize he'd be embarrassd and uncomfortable," he read, "but still, my heart yearns for him every single time I think of him. If I ever said anything to him, he'd probably get upset. Why can't I have Logan, dear God, why can't Rogue have Logan." His eyes grew big when he read the last sentence.

He then looked up at the window that belonged to Rogue's dorm. She was looking straight out it, at him. Within a minutes time she had sped out of the house and across the lawn to him. There were tears running down her face and she started sobbing as she grabbed the journal. "No, no, sweetheart," he said as he quickly grabbed ahold of her, "don't worry, don't be embarrassed, it's okay...I didn't mean to look into it, I swear to you." "Lo--lo---gan," she sobbed, "I am so sorry, please forget it." "Rogue I will do whatever makes you comfortable," he rocked her, "It's okay, really." "Jus---just don't tell----tell anybody," she wept.

Her face was now completely red and her hair was messy. He cupped her little face in his strong hands, "I won't...I promise." She smiled up at him and explained how embarrassed she was and how she didn't mean all those things. He put his finger up against her lips to shoosh her, "Darlin', it's okay, I don't mind," he soothed her, "besides, it's kind of flatterin'."

Rogue looked up at him and sniffled, "You mean you ain't mad at me, Logan?" He moved the white strand of hair out of her face and answered, "I had a feeling you were taken with me. How do you know I don't have feelings for you?" Her eyes grew wide and she looked at him, puzzled, "Really?"

"I love you," he said, "But you've got some growin' to do and you don't need a guy like me messin' things up." She laughed, "I guess so." He then held her at arms length and said, "Out of everyone here, I love you the most. You are my connection and my true friend. I will always love you." Rogue smiled, "Promise me you'll always be near." He looked at her with those deep haunted eyes of his and said, "I will."



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