Head First in the Gas Oven -- Pathos is a Way of Life
by
Lady-T


Rating: NC-17 Summary: Frothy, foofy, smutty fluff. Logan accidentally sees Rogue doing something he probably shouldn't have seen. Archive: Sure, if you're desperate enough to want it, just ask.

Disclaimer: The day I make money at this I will know I have fallen into completely the wrong universe. Yeah, yeah, I know they all belong to Marvel, Fox or whoever. I'm just passing the time with these characters. If you want to sue me you'll have to catch me first ;)

Feedback: FEED ME, SEYMOUR!

Notes: I couldn't help but notice that Logan seems to have developed the odd habit of being either completely clueless or a total asshole in surprising quantities of fic. As my darling mother once said to me "If you don't like it, flaming well do it yourself then."

No bad Jean here. In fact, kinda' cool Jean.

Special thanks have to go to my very own Zookicky, for her inspirational late night chats, almost continual net presence and the FCB fantasy involving skis and various, assorted soft furnishings. You're like my own personal fan-fic Jubilee quote generator and I humbly bow before you.

Extra Brownie points to anyone who can spot every stolen quote in this story, and if you can tell me where they're from then you watch far too much TV ~_^

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Chapter One

The air was thick and heavy with the heat. The fan on Logan's desk barely cut through the soupy atmosphere in his room. The sun was burning a hot orange in the sky and had been magnified through the windows of the mansion, heating it slowly all day.

Seriously, Logan thought, what a day for the air conditioning to break.

Most of the occupants were sprawled on the lawns, melting in the scorching heat, or draped limply over couches, arguing over fans.

He'd appropriated his desk fan from a group of hot and argumentative students who'd been vying for a position right in front of it in the rec room. He'd walked in, scowled at them, unplugged it and walked off with it under his arm.

The indignant wining had lasted for well over an hour apparently, as Scott had informed him when he came by to try and give him the relevant lecture about stealing school property.

Logan had just puffed his cigar and continued reading his bike magazine until Scott got bored and went away again.

Now he was bored too. Bored and hot and in the mood to be cantankerous. He idly wondered if Rogue's room was any cooler than his, and figured he'd go pester her anyway. She didn't seem to mind him lurking around and there was always the off chance she'd be wearing one of those tiny little shirts and really short skirts that seemed to pop up when it was hot.

What?

He was a guy, she was a girl... doesn't take a whole lot of math to work out the vital parts of that equation.

He'd long ago ceased to count her and her friends as kids. They'd proved themselves in battle a hundred times over and, as a consenting adult, a little leching was perfectly permissible. After all, if she was gonna' go round wearing less than Storm did half the time it really wasn't his fault if every guy in the mansion was a little dribble-happy.

Spending many happy hours just hanging out with her had most certainly been an advantage. She apparently just assumed dribbling was his natural state of existence and, while it was nice to get an eyeful every now and then (because after all he was only human) they were first and foremost just good friends.

His conscience grumbled slightly, but he told it to piss off and sauntered down the hallway to her room.

If you can't check out your friends, who can you check out?

And after all, the rumors had given them many hours of amusement.

He knocked gently on the door but she didn't hear him, strains of Nina Simone wafting through the wood.

He raised his brow in surprise at her choice of music, but it did seem to fit with the hot, lazy mood of the day.

He cracked the door open slightly and stepped inside, watching his step over the mounds of books, CDs and girly bric-a-brac scattered across the floor, not looking up for fear of stepping on something fragile.

The music echoed loudly in his ears, smooth and luxurious, and he looked up to see a very naked girl lying on the bed.

Very naked indeed.

He paused.

Her eyes were closed, oblivious to his presence, and her body gently undulated with the music, writhing against the sheets as the tune built to a crescendo, hair and arms splayed out sumptuously around her.

Her skin was wet, glistening as she moved, little beads of water running down her sides and between her breasts.

A trail of damp footprints led from the shower she had just emerged from and the towel lay discarded on the bathroom floor.

Logan had to scrape his jaw from somewhere around his boots at the sight of so much of her gorgeously exposed flesh, pale skin gliding effortlessly as her body stretched, impossibly long legs flexing before him.

The fan in the far corner was chilling her damp skin, shooting air across her body, her pale pink nipples hardening slightly with the cold.

His body had frozen to the spot as she flexed herself languorously in time with the music, her gently rounded breasts thrusting into the air as she gracefully arched her spine.

~It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me...

Oh I'm feelin' good!~

The song ended, the brassy strains fading out and leaving the room suddenly silent. The heavy, humid air slowly settled on everything within reach, concentrating the scent of her in his nostrils. She was warm and soft and flesh and muscle, and even the shower had not removed the fact that she smelled as horny as an entire warehouse of antlers. She stretched like a cat, arching her back from the bed and moaning slightly as her muscles uncurled.

Logan got the odd sensation that this was quite probably one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.

She slowly opened her eyes, as if waking from a trance. She blinked sleepily at the ceiling a few times and began to sit up.

She caught sight of Logan just then and screamed in surprise, tumbling off the bed and dragging the quilt with her.

"Jesus, Logan! I'm naked here!" she shrieked at him, pulling the quilt hastily against her chest.

"Whu... uh, whu..." Logan still looked glazed.

"Logan!"

"What were you doin'...?"

She stared at him as if he had lost his mind.

"I was cooling off! In case you haven't noticed, it's hot!"

"But you were naked..."

"I know I'm naked, Logan. Will you get out of my room?"

"Bu... but you..."

"Oh for goodness sake..." She wrapped the quilt around her and shoved him out of the room. "There's no rule saying you can't be naked in your own room and, quite frankly, I wasn't expecting an audience."

She paused.

"What the hell did you want, anyway?"

He looked lost for a second, as if surprised to suddenly find himself in the hallway.

"Uh... you, lunch...? I dunno... something."

She rolled her eyes. "Well if you remember, come back then."

She watched him wander absentmindedly down the hall for a second before she suddenly remembered something.

"And for God's sake, next time remember to knock!"

~o~

LOGAN'S JOURNAL

Oh my... just, just... oh my.

I never knew skin could burn itself onto your retina.

I think I'm obsessed, because suddenly everywhere I look there's naked Rogues writhing about looking... well looking really damned appealing.

Beer! Beer'll work... Mmm, good, cold, manly beer...

Yeah, cold bottle. Good and cold and wet and... wet... very wet...

With little droplets of water slowly tricking down the sides, sliding over the curves of the bottle like they slid over the curves of her body and...

No, beer's not working.

Oh God, I am so screwed.

You know you're truly pathetic when not even beer works right any more. It's one of those "I know I shouldn't, but I just can't help myself" moments. I mean, I know she's not a kid any more, far from it in fact, but she's Rogue, she's Marie she's... really freaking hot.

To top that off she's also really horny. I don't know why I didn't notice it before because, boy, it's there. I guess I just wasn't looking.

I mean, it wouldn't be so wrong, would it? She's old enough to make her own decisions. No harm in testing the waters, is there?

What would laser-boy say on this? Woo her, Logan. Show her your sensitive side... blah blah blah... something undignified... flowers, candy... I have a stick up my ass, et cetera.

I think I captured his essence pretty well there.

OK, so plan one... carry on as normal. Let her make the first move. If it's not what she wants maybe it'll go away if I ignore it long enough.

~o~

ROGUE'S JOURNAL

CRAP! Logan saw me naked. This will lead to nothing good, you mark my words, but if I'm lucky he'll get over it quickly and we can get on with things as normal.

Maybe I should ask the professor for the installation of locks on bedroom doors?

So... first plan. Let HIM make the first move. Maybe he'll get over it all.

Note: Remember to set VCR for Springer. Jubilee wants episode on "You married your own mutant sister but she's cheating on you with your uncle. Now what?"

Girl is a severe nut but if it shuts her up, it's all good.

~o~



Chapter Two

Rogue reached into the fridge, smiling as the blessed cool washed over her face. She grabbed a soda and dumped it down on the counter, leaning back inside again to cool off for a moment.

"I'm telling you, you sobbed like a girl," she mumbled from inside the refrigerator.

Behind her Logan grumbled and cracked the soda open, nudging away the video of Titanic they'd been watching the evening before.

"Like I told you then. I had grit in my eye."

"You're such a dumb-ass Logan," she smirked, closing the fridge door and opening a can for herself. "You can't lie to me. First your big brown eyes got all watery, and then there was that little sniffle... then your lip started to tremble, oh you were so PRECIOUS!"

"I did NOT cry!"

"What about that time the other week...? You cried then."

"My eyes were watering."

"You were crying."

"I was hit in the crotch by a baseball."

"So you cried..."

"My body was reacting..."

"To the urge to cry."

"I did NOT cry!"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Hey, you're laughing at me aren't you?"

"Yes."

She grinned broadly.

He leaned in a little closer. "I can prove it to you if you want. You can grab a handful and give it a good squeeze..."

She scrunched her face up and swatted him round the shoulder. "LOGAN!"

He laughed.

"Quit being such a smart-mouth!"

"I thought you said I was a dumb-ass? How can I be both?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Theoretically, they're situated at opposite ends of your body, but in your case I'm still waiting for the conclusive proof."

"But I know ya love me anyway."

"She rolled her eyes at him.

"C'mon," he grinned. "Give it a shot. What have you got to lose other than a couple of hours and a bunch of endorphins?"

She scowled.

"You're a hideous flirt, Logan."

He looked hurt and she rolled her eyes again, ignoring Scott as he wandered past, hunting for something in the cupboard.

"You don't really want a relationship with me," she continued. "You just wanna' screw like bunnies because you saw me naked. That's not grounds for a relationship."

"He saw you naked?" Scott's eyebrows seemed to get lost somewhere in the stratosphere as they shot up in surprise

"Go away, Scott..."

"It was an accident," growled Logan.

"Yeah, he accidentally forgot to knock before barging in my room."

"I did knock."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did, you just had the music up too loud to hear me."

"Well excuse me! Doesn't give you the right to go barging in unannounced."

"Well I didn't know you were gonna be humping the bed!" he replied, hackles rising.

"Uhh..." Scott looked uncomfortable and attempted to find a gap in the conversation.

"I WAS NOT HUMPING THE BED!" Rogue continued, completely ignoring him.

"Singing along to Nina Simone and writhing around naked, oh I think you were," huffed Logan.

"Lying naked on the bed does not mean I was humping it. You should know. It's not as if you and pajamas are actually even acquainted."

"How do you..."

"How do I know that? I know you Logan, I know you REAL well. All the stuff you don't tell anyone. I know it all. YOU..." She pointed accusingly at him. "You like to drink beer in bed. You like to try and suck the filling out of Twinkies even though it makes you sticky. You have a secret longing for kinky food sex but refuse to admit it because you worry that being found coated in whipped cream could damage your reputation. Coconut turns you on unbelievably well while that synthetic strawberry smell they use in soap turns you off again. You secretly like to read trashy romance novels, ostensibly to mock them but they seem to have grown on you in the past year or so because you have a couple of them hidden under your bed. And then, most amusingly of all, and my personal favorite, in the heat of passion you have the disconcerting habit of singing The Monkees' 'I'm a Believer' at the top of your lungs."

"That's not true." Logan glowered as Scott tried to smother his laughter.

She put on her best impression of Logan's "orgasm face".

"Oh yeah, oh, that's good... then I saw her face, *groan* nah nah nah nah, *grunt* now I'm a believer... Oh God that's good!... Not a trace... *pant, pant* of doubt in my..."

"You know," said Scott, "What with all that grunting she's doing too, it does sound an awful lot like you... But I'd have to hear it muffled through a wall to be certain."

"Don't make me hurt you, Summers."

He raised his hands is surrender and slid from the room, grinning broadly.

Logan turned back to the girl.

"Oh thank you so much for that."

"Not my fault. If you're gonna' make a scene in the kitchen, expect repercussions."

"You started it."

"Oh, grow up, Logan."

She rolled her eyes and pushed past him.

~o~

Rogue wandered to the rec room and slumped down heavily on the couch next to Jubilee. Logan followed a few seconds later, hot on her heels. He saw her sitting with her friend and sighed. He cast a slightly pained look in her direction before going back to the kitchen to find another beer, hoping that in the time he was gone she would have wound down and her friend would have had the good sense to leave. His reputation was taking enough of a beating as it was.

Jubilee watched him over the back of the couch then turned to Rogue, pouting petulantly beside her.

"What's up with big fuzzy over there?"

Rogue groaned.

"Logan's been acting all freaky since he accidentally saw me naked. We just got done 'discussing it' in the kitchen."

"Ohhh!" A look of understanding washed over Jubilee's face.

"What?" frowned Rogue

"He saw you naked... we were wondering why he was stumbling around drooling on his shoes all day."

Rogue closed her eyes and cringed.

"I can't deal with this Jubes. Save me, please!"

"No can do, chica. It is beyond even my powers to stop a rampant, wild, greater-libidoed Wolvie when he gets an idea into his head. Talking of which..."

"Hey kid, can I talk to you?"

He was back, tossing the empty beer bottle in the trash.

He drank fast.

"Go away Logan."

"C'mon, we need to straighten some things out."

"Can't. I'm busy with Jubilee here..."

"Oh no! You don't drag me into this mess," she smiled, sidling away. "See, now you're all free to talk to your Wolvie. Have fun kiddies! Oh hey, Logan, you have a... uh... spot of drool on your chin there..."

She bolted for the door before either one of them could attempt to kill her.

Rogue groaned, burying her head in the sofa.

"Look, can I sit here?" he pointed at the free space previously occupied by Jubilee.

Rogue tried to ignore him, but Logan was still hovering. She pulled her head out of the cushions and stretched herself over the available space.

"Nope. No room."

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"You don't like me right now, do ya?"

"Nope."

"Gonna' tell me why or am I gonna' be forever tormented and left to draw my own conclusions?"

"You mean apart from invading my privacy like that?"

"Aw, you're not still mad at me for that, are ya?"

She sighed, deflating a little, and scooted along the sofa to allow him room to sit down.

"Look, it's pretty easy really. I have no desire to have sex with you, ergo I cannot be your friend."

He looked lost for a second and she groaned inwardly.

"Hey, I know I have a reputation and all, but..."

He sounded kinda' hurt. That wasn't exactly what she'd meant.

"I didn't mean it like that. It's nothing personal."

"Sure sounded it."

"Don't sulk, it's not flattering."

He leaned into the sofa, waiting for her to continue. She sighed.

"It's a theory. Men and women cannot be just friends. Something always happens to spark off some serious U.S.T. and that's a recipe for disaster. It's a little too late for that bit on your part, but I'm bypassing the rest of it entirely to prevent any potential emotional trauma at a later occasion."

"U.S. what?"

He blinked at her in confusion.

"U.S.T. Y'see, "unresolved sexual tension" very quickly becomes "resolved sexual tension" and that's when all the trouble starts. The second you sleep together you can no longer be just friends. It becomes far too complicated for that. The action of getting down and grinding your crotches together seems to spark off an instinctive male urge to become distant, paranoid and completely inexplicable to all but his closest social, male groupings."

"A male urge, huh?"

"Exactly. Men and women have different prerogatives in a relationship. The two are therefore incompatible. Women seek to build a secure nest for raising a family and filling that nurturing void left by an every more loudly ticking biological clock, while men are just after sex. The second the UST becomes RST the woman seeks to nest while the man tries to run quicker than a greyhound that's been force-fed laxatives."

"So we're only after sex then? That's kind of a negative view, Darlin'."

"C'mon Logan. You're a guy. Everything's about sex. If it moves, fuck it. If it doesn't, fuck it till it does. If it still doesn't, steal it, take it home and then fuck it. You're simple creatures."

"Fair enough."

He glanced at their position on the sofa.

"You want to get your hand off my ass, then?"

"No. You wanna' get your hand off my boobs?"

"Not really, no."

"Fair enough then."

"Good."

"You wanna' have sex now and bypass the UST bit entirely?"

"Sure."

Lips quickly tangled, her mouth crushed against his and breathing becoming strangely hard as they battled passionately against each other.

His tongue thrust into her mouth, eagerly met with her own as she clutched at his hair, holding his lips to hers.

She moaned as they pulled apart for a second, breathing heavily.

"Thought you said you didn't want this?" he panted.

"I lied."

She reclaimed his lips, kissing him roughly, feeling his hands wrap around her back and pull her into him, bodies locked together with his arms.

She squirmed closer, rubbing herself against his body, making his breath catch hard as she pressed her hips roughly into his.

"Hey, chica, before I f-WOAH!"

Rogue froze as the small whirlwind of yellow that had just burst through the door suddenly seemed to run all out of steam.

"Jubes..."

"Woah, hey, no need to explain, I'm SO outta' here."

"Jubes, wait!"

She grinned widely and spun back out of the room, ignoring her friend's cry.

"Oh crap, she will have SO gotten the wrong impression..."

Logan went back to kissing her neck, speaking between each gentle peck of her skin.

"That's not... possible... There's only... one... impression... to get."

"Damnit!" She sighed.

He grinned lasciviously at her.

"Now where were we?"

She pulled herself partially out from under him and frowned.

"Get off me Logan..."

He looked confused.

"What... what'd I do?"

"I really don't want to have sex with you."

"But just now you said..."

"I was stolen away in the moment."

"You were as horny as I was a second ago."

She pushed him off the couch and he landed with an "oomph" on his butt. She gracefully stepped over him and headed out after Jubilee.

"It was a mistake Logan... really, I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

She left the room and he slumped backwards, sprawling himself fully on the floor.

"Aww, crap."

~o~

LOGAN'S JOURNAL

It was heavy in the air with her there...

Sex. Raw, wanting, hot, passionate sex. Leap on you and fuck your brains out sex. Screw the consequences, in fact screw anything in a 20' radius because she really wants it BAD kind of sex.

I can smell it on her so strong I can almost taste it, it's that powerful.

Damn Jubilee... I am going to KILL her.

She wanted me like I want her, but there was something stopping her. The kid with the yellow was just an excuse... an annoying excuse, but an excuse none the less.

She's inhibited and inhibitions are a bad thing, especially when she leaves me lying on the floor, hard as a rock when I was so damned close...

Christ on a blue bike, that woman is stubborn.

And damn the fact that somewhere along the line I seem to have acquired some morals. Why couldn't they have taken those instead of my memory, huh? Then I wouldn't be having this problem. Forget about the inhibitions, just get her on the couch and show her what she's missing...

Or on the bed... or on the rug... or on the pool table... or-

*Undignified whimper*

Moments like this could seriously turn a man to drink.

Which really isn't such a bad idea now I come to think of it.

~o~

ROGUE'S JOURNAL

Nearly had sex with Logan on the couch.

This is not a good thing.

Really, really it's not good...

Watched Jubilee's Sally Jessy tapes, 4 episodes of Oprah, a Jenny Jones and half of Montel, and I'm still no closer to working out what's going on.

Note - set VCR for Springer tomorrow... show on mutant hookers who married their human relatives and are all, by some glorious, twisted co-incidence, having affairs with the same therapist.

Jubilee insists it's relevant for human-mutant relations study. I think she's just a perv.

~o~



Chapter Three

It was late the following evening before she saw Logan again.

Rogue was working out in the gym, and that was where Logan found her, hot and sweaty from exercising.

He pushed the door open and sauntered over to her, a jug and glass in hand. She stopped the treadmill and looked at him suspiciously as he stopped before her.

"Logan... what are you doing here?"

"I thought you might be thirsty. I brought you some orange juice."

He poured her a glass and handed it to her.

She was taken aback. Even when he was trying to apologize he wasn't usually the drinks waiter kind.

"Oh, that's sweet..."

"Nah, just drink it. Things have kinda' been a little awkward between us the past couple of days. It hadn't escaped my notice that you'd been kind of... avoiding me, and I want to try and make it up to you."

He tried to grin reassuringly.

"That's really nice of you, Logan. I'm glad you understand." Sitting down on the mats with him she smiled warmly. "It's not that I don't still like you or anything, but this has all been so awkward..." She looked flustered and gulped down the juice. It kicked at the back of her throat and she wrinkled her nose.

"Something wrong?" Logan asked.

She noted the concern on his face and felt kind of guilty for wincing so visibly. He was trying to make this up to her. It wasn't his fault the OJ had apparently gone off.

"No, nothing... nothing really, just... this OJ tastes a little weird, that's all..."

"Oh?" he said, pausing halfway through refilling her glass. "It's not gone off has it? Oh crap, I'm sorry, this was stupid... a stupid idea, I'm sorry, I'll..."

He started packing up the things, looking miserable and frustrated and annoyed all at once. Rogue stopped him with a hand on his arm and he turned to look at her, his eyes oddly large and soulful, like those nauseating creatures in Disney cartoons.

Her heart lurched in her chest.

"No! No, Logan, it's OK, really."

"Really?"

"Yeah, c'mon, bring it back, OK?"

She took the glass from his hand and swallowed the contents, hiding the grimace as it went down. He beamed at her and filled the glass again.

She sighed internally.

Two glasses later she was staggering slightly too.

A glass after that and she started to suspect that there was something very odd about this orange juice.

Logan...?" She peered blearily into her glass, squinting at the contents.

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"Seriously. What did you put in this? Vodka?"

"I wouldn't do something like that."

She sniffed the contents and squinted drunkenly at him.

"Yes you would."

"Just shut up and drink it, darlin'."

She pursed her lips in a mock frown and downed the contents without hesitation.

"Logan, I have no idea why you are trying to get me drunk, but topping up the jug with Smirnoff isn't the most covert way to do it." She refilled the glass herself this time.

"Uh..."

He looked slightly panicked for a second, as if something blindingly obvious had only just occurred to him. Rogue glanced at Logan from the corner of her eye.

"It was just this jug you did, right...? Not the whole bottle, right?"

"Yeah, yeah sure..."

He made a mental note to retrieve the rest of the orange juice before Scott got hold of it.

"C'mon, Logie."

She patted him on the back. "A girl can't get drunk on her own." She grinned and dragged the fingers of one hand through his hair, grabbing his scalp and tilting his head back. She pressed the lip of the jug to his mouth and poured a slow stream of the orange over his tongue.

He swallowed the sweet liquid and lounged backwards onto the soft matting, deciding to ignore her decision to call him "Logie" as she'd leaned back on the mats with him and was idly running her fingers round his ear, his head pillowed comfortably on her arm.

It felt so good... the way her fingers were trailing slowly along the sensitive skin behind his jaw and back up to his ear again. Her touch was unwittingly sensual, tracing the outline of his cheek before skipping up to his temple and lightly feathering through his hair. He couldn't stop the approving mumble that escaped his chest.

She paused and propped herself up slightly to look at him.

"Logie... you're purring!"

She keeled over sideways and started laughing hysterically.

Logan paused.

"Rogue, darlin, how much of that juice did you..."

His hand knocked over the now empty jug and that answered that question.

"Oh nuts..."

She stopped her laughing and stared at him for a second, an oddly serious expression on her face.

"Logie, I really do like you, you know."

"I know, darlin'," he muttered distractedly.

"Logie...?"

She'd started yanking her top over her head and her breasts were virtually thrust in his face as she squirmed to get out of her shirt.

On his part, Logan made a slightly strangled moan that was probably a "yes?".

"Logie... will you kiss me?" The shirt went flying across the gym and landed on top of a stairmaster like a flag.

He didn't even get the chance to answer because her mouth was on his and her tongue was in his mouth and he could taste the sweet juice and the vodka and lots and lots of very delicious girl...

He moaned happily, running his hands down her back until she started giggling again.

Then she pulled back and burped at him, swaying slightly.

"Uh, Rogue?"

"Yeah, sugah?"

"Rogue, honey, I think you're a little bit TOO drunk here, darlin'..."

She pouted at him, thrusting that oh-so-edible lower lip in his general direction.

"You don't wan' me to beg for it, do ya?"

"Oh God..." he moaned, dropping his head back into the matting. Images of her begging for more and writhing under his body like she'd writhed on the bed that day started flooding into his mind.

Here she was, throwing herself at him and... and he was turning her down.

Damn it, it was those stupid morals again. He'd wanted to get her a little drunk but, hooo, she was DRUNK. Not just loosened inhibitions drunk but slurring and weaving and totally incapacitated drunk. Maybe he'd over estimated just a little on that vodka. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. Tipsy, yeah, cause damn it he was an opportunist, but...

But on the other hand she really wanted it too. He could smell it on her like a drug, the burning need coursing through her veins...

But she wasn't capable of making a rational decision.

But she WAS capable of sitting on his crotch and grinding herself into it... kind of like she was doing right now.

He moaned loudly.

"Logie...?"

She squinted at him blearily, running her hands drunkenly yet provocatively over herself. "Logie, don't you want me...?"

Before he could reply she keeled over on top of him, snoring and drooling slightly on his chest.

Logan groaned. "If there's an afterlife... I'm gonna' burn in hell."

~o~

Jubilee stretched and whacked the ringing alarm clock off the bedside table and into a little heap of clockworks on the floor.

"Morning," she slurred sleepily.

Rogue was already awake, staring blankly at the ceiling. She grunted in response and Jubilee rolled over to look at her.

"You OK? You sound a little distracted and it's not even 9 o'clock yet."

"Hmm...? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I just had the weirdest dream last night."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I dreamed I was trying to make out with Logan."

Jubes scratched her nose and pouted.

"It's your subconscious telling you something."

Rogue rolled over to stare at her.

"Like what?"

"That you need to find a man and you don't think Logan's it."

"How'd you work that one out?"

"Well it's a dream isn't it? They always show like, the opposite of what they mean."

"Thank you for that great insight, Dr Lee, but I don't think it works like that."

"Well what do you think it means?"

"I think it means Logan spiked my orange juice and rendered me unconscious last night."

Jubilee sat bolt upright in bed.

"He what?!"

"You heard."

"You don't think he, like...?"

"What? Logan? Not a chance. The man does have a conscience in there you know. Plus, I was the one chugging back the Smirnoff even after I worked out it was in there."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you had him, like, inside you."

"Plus, I think I fell asleep before I did anything stupid. In fact I'm pretty certain I did."

Jubilee scratched her head.

"So what's it look like? His conscience, that is?"

"What?"

"Well is it like one of those little Jimminy Cricket deals or does his conscience growl and have too much hair too?"

Rogue glanced at her friend.

"It doesn't have a personification, Jubes... it DOES have a really strong Canadian accent though."

"Do they get crickets in Canada?"

"Shut up, Jubes."

"I'll tell you what your dream means, Rogue. It means you seriously need to find yourself an FCB. Preferably one that isn't going to drool on himself every time you walk past."

Jubilee swung herself out of bed and started rooting around in the closet.

"I mean," she continued, waving her hands in the air. "Not that Logan doesn't have his own brand of animal, growly, raw lustiness, but it's not all romping about and having wild sex in public places."

Rogue frowned. "We weren't having sex, and what the hell is an FCB?"

Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever, look you need to find one of the elusive FCBs and badly. Fantastically Cute Bloke hunting takes skill and trust me, they are a rare species."

Rogue raised an eyebrow. This was going to be a long day.

"No, Logan... Logan's got FCB attributes. I mean, he's got the chest and the ass and the arms and... well generally he's really good to look at, and when you see him you just kinda' want to grab him and..."

"Jubilee...?"

Jubes coughed apologetically.

"Sorry. But basically... Logan, he has a bad case of CMS, chica, and that really won't work at all. An FCB with CMS?" She rolled her eyes. "Not a chance."

"CM-what? Jubes, you're starting to sound like a dictionary of acronyms here."

Jubilee creased her brows at her friend and exhaled in annoyance. "God, woman...Anyone would think you never watched Oprah. CMS - Crappy Male Strop. You know, that crappy male sulking thing they do when you point out that they're not good at something and their fragile male ego can't cope with it?"

"Oh, I get it," she lied.

"Good. Now we're all on the same page here, back to the FCBs. Now, all FCBs all need a ski lodge so cold climates are a good place to start... so Logan does have the Canadian connection but..."

"But I don't ski."

"Doesn't matter. They all need a ski lodge with an open fire and one of those big, white, fluffy, flokati rugs."

"A what? Jubes, how many men do you think own a ski lodge with flokati rugs? Not that many. Why the hell do you need the rug?"

Jubilee looked at her like she'd gone insane.

"You need the rug to do that cat thing!"

Rogue stared at her blankly and Jubilee bobbed slightly with impatience.

"You know? Do the cat thing. Nuzzle and rub and roll around on the big fluffy white rug, because it's just so soft and fluffy and... sensual, and it feels really good when you get naked and rub yourself against it..."

"Jubes, I don't think..."

"... and you have an unreasonably gorgeous FCB, and the open fire's crackling and it's snowing outside and he's made you both cocoa because it's cold, but it's hot inside and you both end up on the rug and you're writhing about because he's cocooning you between his body and the rug and it just feels so good, and..."

"JUBES!"

"What?" she replied, dreamily.

"I don't like flokati rugs."

Jubilee blinked at her like she had suddenly sprouted a second head.

"There is just no helping some people."

~o~



Chapter Four

"I really don't know what her problem is," pondered Kitty, hanging upside down off the end of the bed.

She'd been fully briefed about the couch and gym incidents and was now devoting her time to pondering Rogue's apparent mental condition. "I'd be all over him like a bad case of herpes if he so much as gave me the time of day. Someone should really take her aside and point out this minor fact. A fact which she seems to have overlooked. I mean LOOK at him. Look at HER!"

Jubilee glanced up from her magazine, peeling her eyeballs away from a half-naked Jude Law.

"Look at her what? I've lived with that girl, I've seen everything already."

"But her and him... they make such a cute couple, don't they? He's so... so... drool-ish and she's just..."

Kitty held her hands about four inches from her chest, miming a substantial bosom.

Jubilee flicked the page over. "Yeah, well I suppose you got that right. She has big hooters and Logan has no sense of subtlety."

"That's not what I meant. I mean she's gorgeous, he's gorgeous, they're just destined to live gorgeously, happily, perfectly ever after and have gorgeous, perfect, miracle babies that don't cry all night."

"If they're related to Logan they're gonna' be screamers. You've heard him sing, right?"

Kitty carried on, oblivious. "He's got the nicest ass and that dreamy stomach... She has tits like rocks and the pert buttocks of a 10 year old Chinese boy..."

"Yeah, on her mantelpiece, in a jar."

"And he... hey, Jubes?"

"Yeah?"

"That's really gross."

~o~

"What are we doing up here Kitty?" whined Rogue, being forcibly led through the mansion's basement to the observation dome above the danger room.

"There's something I think you should see..." said Kitty, grinning from ear to ear.

She pushed the door open and dragged her friend to the window, dropping to her knees and pressing her nose against the glass, points of contact meeting exactly with the greasy smears already plastered over the pane.

Rogue frowned. "I did wonder where you'd been all this time. You've been down here leching at the guys!"

"Not just ANY guy," grinned Kitty, nose still smooshed against the window. "Look..."

Rogue peered out into the simulated landscape beyond, the immaculate Japanese temple glowing gently in the late evening sunshine.

Logan was on the steps, eyes closed in concentration as he focused on moving his body through the intricate nuances of his martial arts practice.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "What's the deal, Kitty? It's just Logan."

She hoped the slight quivering in her stomach wasn't transferring to her voice.

Kitty choked, peeling her eyes off his body long enough to stare wide-eyed at her friend.

"JUST Logan? Y- whu-... JUST Logan?" she stammered. "When was the last time you looked at him for God's sake?"

"Just now when you-"

"No, I mean REALLY looked at him?"

Kitty grabbed her confused friend and dragged her closer to the window.

"LOOK at him..."

She pointed to the figure on the steps, bare chest catching the palest of highlights from the dimming light.

He moved fluidly through his routine, the barest of smiles traced along his lips as he flexed his body, sinew and muscle flowing smoothly beneath the skin like water.

Rogue swallowed slowly, watching the lazy path of a bead of sweat as it trailed from the middle of his chest, trickling slowly over that perfect, tight stomach and then down his abdomen before vanishing into the waistband of his pants.

She blinked hurriedly, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she realised her finger had traced the pattern down his body on the glass.

"Oh wow..."

Kitty nodded emphatically.

Oblivious to their presence above him, Logan continued his routine, turning slowly as he worked his way thorough the movements.

"Oh the back as well... I got down here just in time..." murmured Kitty, squooshing her nose back against the glass, swallowing the wistful moan as the muscles down his spine flexed gracefully.

"Can't you just imagine running your nails over that? Biting that shoulder and licking your way down that chest.... Wow, you can just picture the look on his face while he screws you into the ground, going at it like greasy ferrets on a pole, huh Rogue...?" She looked around. "Rogue?"

But the room was empty.

~o~

Rogue burst into the bedroom, flushed and panting, leaning back against the door as if she were afraid that something would burst through it behind her. She'd got as far as the idea of being screwed into the ground and then bolted.

"Jubes, you have to help me."

Jubilee looked up, concern etched on her face.

"Rogue? What's wrong?"

"I've had a hideous realisation. It's Logan. I'm fighting the urge to oil him up and lick him all over."

Jubilee pulled a face

"I did not need that image!" she groaned. "Chica, will you make up your mind? One second you're hot an' heavy on the couch, the next you're hiding in here. What's going on with you two?"

Rogue sighed and slid down to the floor. "I dunno, I guess... I guess I just never really thought of him that way before, you know? And now... now he's all over the place and suddenly he's a GUY, you know? A really cute, sexy, I want to fuck your brains out and I don't know why, kinda' guy."

"Was that last bit referring to you or him?"

"I think both of us..."

"Then what's holding you back?"

"How does a desperately misplaced sense of pride sound?"

"Sounds like you have a problem."

The two stared at each other for a moment.

"I have to do something Jubes. I can't give into him, he'll be so insufferably SMUG."

"You have to make him cave first, Chica. You gotta toy with him, drive him out of his little pinhead guy-mind. He's trying to make you come to him. He knows you want him, he's just not willing to admit how much he wants you because he's a guy and guys, by their very nature are big and dumb. He's trying to get you to make the first move because he knows you're good for it. You have to make him fall apart at YOUR feet first."

"Oh great Yoda of all things torment-related, how do I go about this heinous task of torturing a Wolverine?" she pleaded, bowing low and scraping the floor before her friend's feet.

Jubes grinned. "Ah, simple it is. Use the force, say I."

She leaped across the room and started burrowing in the closet, hurling clothes and books across the floor. She emerged, triumphant, holding what looked like half a mile of wet-look PVC with heels on.

"Here, wear the 'come fuck me' boots!"

Rogue looked at them in terror.

"I'm not wearing those!"

"Why not?"

"I don't WANT him to come fuck me."

"Yes you do."

"OK, I do, but he doesn't need encouraging."

Jubilee threw them back in the closet. "OK, but I know how much guys love the 'come fuck me' boots... you'll have him groveling at your feet just for the honor of being trodden on as you walk past with these babies."

"I'm still not wearing them."

"OK, OK, I'll lay off the boots. On one condition though."

"What's that?"

"That after you've snagged the Wolvie, you wear the boots just once, because I REALLY want to see the look on his face."

~o~



Chapter Five

Rogue was sitting at the kitchen table, staring glumly out the window, her chin propped up on her arm as she watched the orange clouds float by in the sunset.

Jean dropped down on the seat next to her.

"You look preoccupied, what's wrong?"

Rogue sighed.

"Nothing."

"I know you're lying," she nodded. "You can't lie to a telepath. What's on your mind?" Jean smiled.

Rogue considered her answer for a second.

"Wolverine revenge."

"Aaaah, I see. A worthwhile pursuit at any time."

She dropped 2 glasses and a new bottle of Jose Cuervos on the table in front of them and poured herself a drink.

"I thought you telepaths had ethics about looking into people's minds?" Rogue asked.

"We do. Doesn't mean we can't bend some rules for the sake of tequila though."

Rogue looked at her questioningly as Jean downed her drink, swallowing it all in one.

"To assist in formulating a plan," she said, by way of explanation.

Rogue shrugged and downed hers too while Jean continued talking.

"The capacity for evil is directly proportional to one's capacity for tequila slammers. And Logan doesn't count cause without that healing factor he'd be under the table quicker then Scott's grandmother. Pour me another."

Rogue poured them both a second shot.

"He's driving me crazy, Jean," Rogue sighed. "Everywhere I go he's there, making lame come-ons and drooling down my boobs. Every time I see him he tries another dumb plan to get me into bed. Honest to God, I feel like I'm living in a bad sit-com."

She sighed. "Worse thing is, he's making me want him too..."

Jean nodded in understanding.

"I feel your pain. We need a plan."

"We?"

"You want revenge don't you? Well everyone else wants entertainment. If you're going to live in a sit-com, at least make it one we can all enjoy."

Rogue grinned. "So what sit-com are we now?"

"Well if it was up to Scott we'd all love each other and have cute, little, comedic moments with a moral attached... We'd be like The Cosby Show."

She downed another slammer. "But I have a feeling Jubilee wouldn't take long to turn us into the mutant Bundys."

Rogue choked on her shot. "Yeah, three guesses as to who's the only man horny enough right now to be Bud..."

Jean grimaced. "Now there's an image I didn't need."

Rogue contemplated her glass.

"I need a way to drive him just as crazy as he's driving me. A little Wolvie torture, you know?"

Jean looked thoughtful. "Do we have any more of this anywhere?" she asked, gently shaking the tequila bottle.

"I think... some in the study somewhere, probably. Oh, and Remy should have another. Why?"

Jean continued to look thoughtful. "If you can get someplace alone with Logan for a while, I think I can help you. I discovered a neat trick a few years ago, a kind of 'power of suggestion' thing I can do to people. The professor doesn't like it because it kind of goes against that whole privacy ethic, but I think it might just work... plus Logan's being unbearable, so he's fair game all the while Charles is away."

A slow smile spread over Rogue's face. "Getting him alone is no problem. What does this have to do with the drink?"

"Not much, I just need to be quick-witted and that's a whole lot easier while I'm plastered."

~o~

Logan turned the TV on, settling back against the headboard while he waited for Rogue. Flipping through the channels he noted that she was late.

Flip, flip, flip...

News, home shopping network, some cheesy "erotic drama" on late night TV. Some woman being pawed on an office desk by a balding guy called Stan. He raised his eyebrow but it was low on both "erotic" and "drama" so he flipped onwards.

He turned off the TV as the door clicked, Rogue quietly letting herself in.

"Hey Darlin'."

"Hey. Sorry I'm late but Stanley from marketing was licking my breasts."

His head shot round to stare at her

"What?!"

"I said Scott was marking and wanted a rest. You know? Exam papers? We got chatting in the kitchen."

Logan faltered for a second. "Oh, uh... what... what did you want to talk to me about anyway?"

"Nothing in particular."

She fidgeted slightly. "I thought maybe you wanted to watch the game tonight? We haven't seen much of each other and I thought it would be nice."

He shook himself out of his daze.

"Sure thing... wanna' come sit up here with me?"

He patted the bed beside him and Rogue nodded and climbed on, ignoring the mildly lascivious look he gave her.

"I thought you might like to lather me in cream and lick it all off," she stated idly.

Logan stared at her.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Logan, are you listening to me? I said you might want to turn on the TV before we miss the kick-off? Logan, is there something wrong with your hearing tonight?"

Logan mumbled something noncommittal and flipped the TV back on, keeping half an eye on the girl beside him. Cream? Where had that come from? Oh nuts, now he was stuck with the image. Rogue all wet and slathered with cool white, fluffy cream before him, little melting droplets trickling between her breasts, just waiting for him to...

Rogue poked him hard in the ribs with her finger.

"Logan?"

He grunted.

"I need to be tied to the bedpost and ravaged by you till I crumble."

Logan jumped and fixed her with a terrified face.

"What?"

"I need you to speak up Logan, I can't hear you if you mumble. Frankly I'm starting to wonder if you can hear me at all."

He stared at her blankly, lost for words.

She waved her hand in front of his face and pointed at the TV.

"Logan? Kickoff?"

They settled into uneasy silence as the game began, Logan cracking open a beer.

Tied to the bedpost? And with the cream...

He shifted positions on the bed, trying to ease a little of the build-up forming in his jeans.

Rogue tapped his arm.

"Pass the chips?"

Logan grunted, pausing to fish out and light a cigar, hoping the nicotine would calm him. "In a second."

"I want to screw you till you can't walk straight."

Logan dropped his beer, frothy liquid spilling all over this thighs. "What did you say?"

Rogue looked exasperated.

"I said screw it, I don't care if I put on more weight, will you just pass those damned chips? And you have beer in your lap."

She got no response, Logan seeming to have entered some form of catatonic trance, so she leaned over him to retrieve them herself.

Logan whimpered in a highly undignified way and Rogue put the newly acquired chips down, staring at him, puzzled.

"What's up? You're acting even freakier than usual, and that's saying something."

"Rogue, I think there's something very, very wrong with my head right now... I think maybe you'd better go."

"Aww, Logan, the game's only just started," she whined.

"Rogue, you wouldn't lie to me would you?"

She paused, thrown by the sudden change in topic.

"Why would I lie to you? I want to fuck you in positions you didn't even know I could bend."

Logan massaged his temples. "Could you repeat that, please?"

"I said I'd never lie to you, you're my best friend."

"Uh huh, that's what I thought you said..."

"Logan, are you alright?"

In the kitchen, Jean smirked.

Phase one of "Torture the Wolverine" completed.

~o~



Chapter Six

Rogue was curled up peacefully on the couch, her nose buried in a book. Her Logan-torturing had gone so well the day before that she was congratulating herself with a quick jaunt through some of her favorite novels. She figured that keeping a low and innocent profile would be a good notion if she wanted to continue her siege on the Wolvermeister's sanity, and if that meant she got to get her nose in a good book so much the better. She'd read them all before so was pretty much skipping to the best bits.

OK, she'd admit it. The naughty bits.

It was about then that Logan wandered in, a videotape clutched in his hand.

He wedged it into the VCR behind her, rewinding it a few seconds before hitting pause.

"Can I show you something stupid?"

She twisted round in her chair. This was unusual, but no one ever had Logan listed high on their register of predictable people.

"'Something stupid' wouldn't be one of those nicknames a guy gives his... would it?"

He blinked at her.

"No."

"Good. But remember that. It's a good name for it."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Thank you for your overwhelming vote of confidence."

She just raised her eyebrow at him and he sighed.

"Get over here a second, OK?"

She groaned and stuffed a bookmark in her page, dragging herself over to the TV as he hit play.

It had just been getting to the juicy bit as well...

Some cheesy B-movie flickered to life on the screen, a guy in a green rubber suit chasing a women with startlingly pointy stiletto shoes and equally pointy breasts. She hammered at someone's front door, screaming blue murder in that way they did so well in those days, the man inside grudgingly hauling himself out of bed.

Logan flicked it off again and looked at her questioningly.

"You saw that, right?"

"Yeah..." she replied hesitantly.

"Can I ask a question? I mean, maybe it's a dumb question. There's a lot of stuff I don't remember, so maybe it was answered in the years I don't recall too clearly, but why does everyone in the movies wear a dressing gown?"

Rogue looked at him.

"I mean, doesn't anyone answer the door in their pajamas? In those vital seconds when the hysterical chick is battering the door down in panic, everyone instantly thinks 'My God, I must put on my dressing gown, it may be the etiquette police!'"

Rogue blinked and stared at him blankly.

"Logan... you're delusional. You're babbling like Conspiracy Theory Mel..."

"You mean you've never thought about it?"

"Honestly, no, and you mean to tell me you made me come all the way over here just to ask me this? I was trying to read."

"It was just idle curiosity. I've been catching up on all the classic movies I don't remember. Whatcha' readin'?"

She curled back up on the couch, opening her book again.

"Nothing important."

He peered over her shoulder, scanning the page briefly.

"You know that's not actually physically possible..." he mumbled, pointing to the page.

"Shuddup Logan, stop shattering my illusions."

"Didn't you learn all this stuff in school...? Surely they taught you better," He said, slumping down beside her.

"Y'know, in my entire time at school I had one hour of sex education and 27 weeks of trigonometry. I learned nothing about sex, but I can still calculate the exact angle of approach. Say, did you know your legs look lust like an isosceles triangle? Go on, do the rhombus just for me? Ooh, a dodecahedron, you pervy hunk!"

She faked a swoon across the couch arm.

"I can see it prepared you well," he grumbled.

She raised her brow, incredulity written over her face. "Yeah, like I'm gonna' go asking you for sex tips?"

"You know I've been a round a good while longer than you, kid. You could try paying attention now and then."

"And as the saying goes, Logan, my ass has been my ass for a very long time but I don't have to listen to anything it says."

He frowned.

"Look, sex ain't like you read in those stories. It's not nice, it's not pretty... it's grunting and sweating and messy, full o' groping and bodily fluids. No amount of romance can take away that fact. It's primal, it's down and dirty, it's real."

She looked at him seriously.

"You know, I think you're right. Cause a long time ago, the French had a euphemism for orgasm. They called it "le petit mort." The little death. And you know, it makes sense. You're giving up part of yourself. You're becoming primitive, letting go of civilisation for a split second. To truly enjoy sex, you need to be able to look death in the face... and smile."

He blinked at her.

"You see, I was trying to make a serious point. You... you're just being sarcastic."

She just laughed at him.

"And Logan, if you can spot where that quote came from I'll give you a blowjob right here on the couch," she spat between the hysterics.

Logan leaned in close, an intent look on his face.

"A little death," he whispered in her ear, his eyes darkening as the colour drained from her face.

He leaned back and laughed, the booming sound echoing loudly through the rec room.

Damn him, she mentally grumbled. He wants it, he'll get it.

The laughter automatically stopped as she planted her hand firmly on his groin, the warm, soft denim shifting slightly as he jumped.

"Go on then, Logan," she purred, kneading the handful of flesh she'd grabbed. "You won, get naked."

He swallowed slowly, moistening lips that were suddenly incredibly dry.

"Marie, I..."

"You what?"

The look on her face, with difficulty, remained deadly serious as a light sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead.

"I... We..."

"Chickening out already?"

She arched an eyebrow at him as she slipped off the couch, coming to rest on her knees before him, gently pushing his legs apart and slipping herself between them.

Too far, too fast, he realised. He'd persued her but there was a part of him that had only ever been half serious because he knew he'd never succeed.

He groaned, feeling that tight tingling in the back of his head that usually acted as a precursor for trouble.

Too freaking late for that one, he thought, but he WAS in time for his conscience to stick its ugly nose in his way.

Don't do it don't do it don't do it...

But, he figured, she was on her knees between his legs and to be honest there were very few other places he'd want her to be....

But don't do it don't do it don't do it, oh nuts, too late she did it...

She dropped to nuzzle against his groin, planting kisses along the warm cloth-covered flesh, a slightly strangled moan escaping him.

Her hands rubbed slowly up and down his thighs before settling over the top button on his jeans.

His eyes rolled back as nimble fingers popped the top button undone before she pulled back to look at him.

Her lip twitched, then she started laughing hysterically.

His stomach flipped in annoyance and he straightened up from the slumped position he'd been sliding into.

"What?"

The irritable tone in his voice just made her laugh even harder as she staggered to her feet.

"Oh my God, Logan, you should see the look on your face. I swear, any further and Scott'll be able to hear you singing down the hallway."

The hysterical laughter broke out again and he irritably stood up, watching her ungracefully slump her posterior down on the coffee table as he did his pants back up.

He stalked past and left the rec room, glaring at Rogue as he went by.

She bit her lip and smirked, trying to quell the giggling.

Well, there was the 'innocent' persona shot to hell...

"Oh, Logan, come back! I'm sorry!"

She chased after the tetchy Wolverine, overtaking so she could walk backwards down the hall in front of him.

"Logan, Logan, really, I'm sorry, but it was too funny to pass up, I'm sorry OK?"

She held her hands up in acquiescence, smiling slightly.

He cast her a withering glare and pushed past.

As he stalked by she squeezed his ass, getting a good handful of warmed denim and firm flesh, a wicked grin spreading over her face as he froze mid-step, a low growl forming in his throat.

"Oh by the way, sugar, if you're looking for your copy of 'Marry Me, Cowboy' Jubilee's borrowed it. It'll be back under your mattress by Monday."

She slapped his butt hard and ran for it in the opposite direction.

~o~

LOGAN'S JOURNAL

Oh, she's driving me crazy... and I mean that in a very real and psychological sense. That and the heat... it's not doing good stuff to me. And Scott, by God, you'd better have fixed that air conditioning soon.

She's an evil girl and she's started torturing me, did you know that?

Christ in crotchless panties...

OK, I'm going to hell just for the metaphors now, but I'm having a really bad day.

I'm just sitting there, minding my own business, tinkering with the Harley, having a few cans and listening to the radio in the garage when all of a sudden she walks in.

She walks in and she sits on me. Yeah, you read that right. Legs spread out on either side of my hips, pressing herself into me.

She sits right on my crotch and gives me this wicked little smile.

Oh I'm a sucker for that smile and I'm a sucker for the way she's so hot against my body and I'm a sucker for the "come fuck me" boots she's wearing and I'm a sucker the for fact that she's wearing very little BUT the "come fuck me" boots...

(Where did she get those from anyway...?)

But, oh she's there and she's all soft and pliant, and she's so willing. Rubbing against me and kissing me and telling me how much she wants this, and then she's nuzzling me, her soft lips speckling over my jaw and she shifts against my body and her knee's suddenly rubbing in a really tender spot. I don't even stop to think what she's doing there because she's making my blood boil, her fingers running down to take the place of her knee.

(And oh, that felt good)

She doesn't give me the chance to speak before we're rolled over on the floor, and I'm looking down at her and she's shedding more clothes with every passing second, fumbling with straps and buttons in her need for me to touch her.

Then we're getting down to the good stuff and her breasts are so smooth and soft, just like I knew they would be, and her nipples are firm and pink against my fingers. They seem to be just perfect in my hands while I'm touching her and stroking her, and she drags me up and kisses me so hard I can barely breathe, moaning and gasping under my touch and begging me for more and pleading for me to take her and then I wake up...

God, fucking, damn it, didn't you just see that one coming?

I'm asleep on the garage floor, under the Harley, hard as a rock and rubbing myself in my sleep.

And how do I know this?

Because I wake up with her standing above me, trying to hide a smirk while my arm carries on with a life of its own.

Yeah, real subtle, Logan.

She just stares at me, then stares at the empty cans lying around on the floor and just smirks.

"Well at least it makes a change from getting drunk and photocopying your genitals..." she muses.

I blink at her, still asleep and kinda' dazed, because in my head her body was just getting down to doing something deeply interesting.

"I've never done that." I say, trying to hide that deeply ungracious hard-on, which I really should stop playing with because it's only making it worse...

"No," she taps her chin thoughtfully. "It was last thanksgiving. You were too drunk to remember. Just ask Jubilee though, I think she still has a copy of your buttocks somewhere. I think Ro confiscated the crotch shots so goodness knows what happened to them."

I remember Thanksgiving... or more accurately I DON'T remember it, because I had a 3 for 1 Star Wars drinking game challenge with that damned Cajun. I think it was about my ninth pint of Jack Daniels and halfway through "Empire Strikes Back" that things start to get a little hazy...

I can see her smirk start to spread as, what I can only imagine is a look of complete horror, spreads over my face.

"I... I don't remember that... Does... does everyone know about this...?"

She pursed her lips in thought, every second she spends contemplating seems like an hour I get to spend squirming uncomfortably for an answer I'm not sure I want to hear.

"I don't know, I think Jean took them down from the notice board before too many people got an eyeful."

I think instinct's kicked in because I'm standing now, clutching at her shirt collar and staring at her as I notice for the first time the bottom is falling out of my nicely constructed reputation.

"The notice board??!"

She grins even wider as the last of the colour drains from my cheeks.

"Well don't look at me, you're the one who pinned them up there."

She shrugs noncommittally at me.

"I...?"

"Never mind, Logan honey," she says, patting me on the shoulder. "It wasn't exactly memorable. If you're going to start photocopying bits of yourself you might want to find areas that are more impressive to look at."

I think I lost all feeling in my fingers.

She extricated herself from my stupefied clutches and sauntered away down the hall, ass wiggling in a way I KNOW she's doing deliberately.

~o~

Phase two of "Torture the Wolverine" completed.

"Thanks for you help getting him all flustered there, Jean."

"You told him about the photocopier as well, didn't you?"

"Yup."

"Rogue, I'm ASAHMED of you!"

"Jean?"

"You know damned well I was saving that story to use on Scott."

~o~



Chapter Seven

It was late in the day and the rec room was empty except for Rogue, almost everyone else escaping to the patio and lawns outside the house.

She figured Logan was still in his room examining his mental health, and she allowed that thought to bring a smile to her lips.

Getting him steamed up in a myriad of ways had been good, but the innuendo-ahoy conversation of the first had been classic. He'd never quite seemed to recover from that one.

She giggled again as she remembered the look on his face every time she spoke. She had no clue what words Jean had been putting into his head, but they'd had the desired effect and that was all that really mattered.

The air clung heavily to everything in the room, weighed down with the oppressive intensity of the heat.

She stared idly at the fan, letting the soft billowing air pas over her hot skin, choosing to stay inside for some reason this evening, needing the peace that would not be afforded outdoors.

Nina Simone was in the CD player again and she half mused that it was really her who'd started all this.

She gently wiped at the moisture that had gathered on her forehead.

The air conditioning was apparently working, but working in the wrong direction. Hot air billowed through the mansion while Scott battled with his wrenches in the basement.

It had to be something to do with the heat, but the music fit perfectly to her mood, filling her with that desire to be absorbed into the song. She was singing before she even realised that she knew the words, feeling that mellow pull only afforded when the music captured you fully.

~I put a spell on you... because you're mine... you're mine!~

Her voice was good enough for some living room karaoke and she closed her eyes, being drawn into the tune, not realising that she'd gained an audience, the figure in the doorway shrouded in dark shadows.

~I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you anyhow...~

Her heart seemed to beat harder in her chest because she loved this song, oblivious to the eyes burning into her skin, being swept away totally with the tune and the heat, not caring any more. The figure watched her body, watched her being caught up in the moment, watched her gently flowing with the tune.

~And I don't care, if you don't want me, I'm yours right now...~

She didn't know what those words did to him as he watched, her lips curling perfectly around the lyrics, swaying gently to the music once more and he wondered what the hell it was about this damned CD that did such things to him.

~Oh did ya hear me? I put a spell on you...~

Damn morals. He'd spent hours wondering about his mental health, and then it had hit him. Evil witch was torturing him. He knew he wasn't crazy and he'd figure out how she did it eventually, but he knew it was her. There were too many coincidences all pointing in the direction of the Rogue.

He watched her run her hands unwittingly over her body. God if it wasn't for those morals he'd torture her back in the best way possible...

Her hands snaked through her hair, her voice sweet and clear as she arched her back.

Morals? Did he say morals...?

Fuck it.

He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, bodies flush as he kissed her thoroughly, her lips falling open as he took in every inch of her mouth with the warm expanse of his tongue. He elicited a constant stream of soft moans as her hands grasped desperately at his shoulders.

She gasped as he pulled back, eyes heavy with desire and the taste of him still lingering strongly in her mouth as she slapped him hard round the face.

"OW!"

"How DARE you?!" she screamed, righteous indignation taking her side momentarily before she roughly grabbed his sideburns and dragged his lips back to hers. Mouths merged intensely in a hungry, passionate battle as she fought for possession of his tongue, moaning against his lips before oxygen deprivation forced them to come up for air.

Gasping heavily she slapped him again.

"What was THAT for?" he panted, rubbing his cheek.

"For this," she replied as she thrust her tongue in his mouth, their bodies topping to the ground in a flurry of tangled limbs, Logan flat on his back with Rogue sprawled on top of him.

Groping, frantic hands were everywhere, clawing at clothing and feeling desperately at heated flesh.

He freed her from her shirt as she started attacking his pants, yanking hard on the buckle that fastened his belt before he pulled her up his body.

She slapped him again.

"Stop DOING that!!" he wailed.

"Get a hold of yourself, Logan..." she panted, rubbing the flats of her hands over his chest.

"Then stop HITTING me!"

"I can't!"

"Why not?"

She slapped him again.

"I don't know!"

She was virtually humming with tension and anxiety and excitement all bundled into one as she attacked his lips again, mouths battling possessively as his eyes rolled back into his head, grunting as she shifted her weight, straddling his hips.

"You're pure torture, woman," he mumbled before he was cut off, her hands roaming in a frenzy over his chest, causing him to moan as she caressed his stomach, tongue flicking out to dart into his belly button.

"Oh, God," he gasped as she squirmed on top of him, the frenzy not abating even slightly as he rolled them over, trapping her beneath him, her chest heaving as she battled to pull air into her humming body.

His hands were on her now, kneading at her flesh, filling his palm with the lace and cream white skin of her breast.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him down close to her, bodies fused despite the clothing as she thrust herself against him.

He reciprocated, his hips pushing hers back to the ground while his fingers pulled down the black lace bra, exposing a flushed pink nipple just over the top of the fabric.

She gasped, feeling the fire spread through her body as he toyed with the receptive bud, fingertips playing over the surface. He felt it harden under his touch as he freed the other from under the hot lace, taking it in his mouth as she bucked her hips up into his bulk.

He pressed her hard into the ground, feeling her grind against him, unable to stop the need to grind himself back down as she shook with desire beneath him, whimpering his name as he grazed his teeth along the nipple in his mouth.

She barely heard as the front door slammed open, the students pouring back inside and up to their rooms. Didn't care because they were too far away, didn't notice because, fuck, she was dry humping Logan on the rec room floor and he was whispering to her how much he wanted her to come for him, how much he wanted her, how good she tasted...

She barely heard him moaning her name, thrusting his hips hard between her legs, the denim of her jeans too painfully tight, the hardness of his body too perfectly good against her.

And then he was biting and licking her neck, his hands on her breasts, thumbs gently squeezing those painfully sensitive nipples, hips pounding into hers creating that white heat in the pit of her stomach that seemed to flow suddenly through every vein in her body...

Arching her head back, mouth shaped in a silent scream, orgasm hit her, flashing through every nerve with white arcs of pleasure.

Her body slumped pathetically onto the floor as she fought for breath and she glanced at the man above her, the hardness pressing between her legs still apparent.

Realisation's a bitch, she suddenly thought.

No kidding, she mentally added, eyes growing huge as the situation suddenly dawned in that full-colour, IMAX kind of way...

"Oh Shit!" she exclaimed, sitting bolt upright.

Logan buried his head in her neck, kissing up the side of her jaw, making thinking all that much trickier as she struggled against the warm glow threatening to make her lie back and demand a repeat performance.

"Please Rogue, I want you so bad..." he muttered into her neck, his arms curling round her body, the hard bulge in his jeans both painful and painfully obvious as he gathered her into his lap, automatically dropping his head down to suckle one of those glorious, sweet breasts.

She whined and tried to pull herself together, somehow managing to disentangle herself and stand on wobbly legs, pulling her bra back into place as he grimaced, the swelling in his jeans making thinking a lot harder then it should have been, no pun intended.

"What... what did we do here Logan...?" she whispered, her voice husky with adrenaline, her heart still pounding as she saw the look he gave her. So dark and wanting, every part of her screaming to run back to him and finish what they started.

God, he looked so good like that, shirt rumpled and half off, jeans half open, body glistening in the heat.

Damn those jeans... just that little bit further and she knew she'd never be able to escape.

"Rogue...?"

His voice was husky with desire and she felt her resolve start to crumble.

"Logan... I have to... uh... go now..."

And boy, could that girl run.

~o~

"JUUUUUUUBES!" Rogue wailed, bursting into the room.

"Jesus, babe, what's wrong?" said her friend, concern etched on her face at her Marie's rumpled and flushed appearance..

"I think... I think I just had sex with Logan."

Jubilee snorted cola onto the floor, choking as she did so.

"Whu... you WHAT? HOW?!" she screamed.

Rogue just chewed her lip. "Just now... in the rec room... on the floor... I think I just had sex with him."

Jubilee's eyes got really wide. "You THINK you had sex with him? You mean you don't KNOW?"

"Well, we both kinda' still had all our clothes on, so it was more humping than sex, but I still kinda'... uh... Jubes, you're not making this any easier, will you close your mouth?"

"Rogue, Rogue, Rogue, what did you DO? You were supposed to torment him, not screw him!"

"I KNOW!" she wailed. "What am I gonna' do?"

"I dunno... ignore him?"

"Is that too cruel? I mean, I kinda' just already ran and he... uh... wasn't exactly... uh... finished..." she stumbled pathetically over her words, watching Jubilee's eyes get far too big for her head.

"You mean you... then he, but you and... not he but just you...? So he..." Jubilee trailed off into a fit of laughter.

"Jubes, this isn't funny!"

"Oh yes it is, babe. I said torment, not torture. You are one cruel woman!"

"Oh God, I don't think I'm ever going to live through this..."

Jubilee smirked. "Babe, I'm so proud of you! Of course, you've now unwittingly declared all out sex war on the Wolverine, but truly, there are worse things in life."

"This is all too complicated. I think I'm just gonna' curl up in a heap and try to forget any of this ever actually happened..."

"Babe, you challenged the famed wooing powers of the Wolverine, he's gonna' get you good. I suggest total avoidance and watch your back cause there's gonna' be revenge in the offing, you mark my words."

~o~

ROUGE'S JOURNAL

I AM IN HELL.

Day one of operation "Avoid Logan"

Didn't manage to avoid Logan. He keeps looking at me weird and it's freaking me out. I mean, I know it's mostly my own fault cause I shouldn't have screwed him in the first place, but you'd have thought that he'd take my hints and leave well alone... right?

Right?

Hell no.

I swear, he looks like he wants to literally eat me whole. It's that same look Jubilee gives one of those expensive cheesecakes the professor gets for special occasions.

~o~

ROGUE'S JOURNAL

Day two of operation "Avoid Logan"

Didn't manage to avoid Logan.

Again with the Jubilee cheesecake thing, but I'm getting better at the avoidance. Almost didn't trip over myself when he walked by all sweaty-looking and with this adorable little smudge of grease on his cheek from trying to help Scott fix the air conditioning... of course it's still broken but they did really try...

Maybe all that time spent in the basement with the wrenches is why I almost managed to avoid him today?

~o~

ROGUE'S JOURNAL

Day three of operation "Avoid Logan"

MANAGED TO AVOID LOGAN!

Of course staying in my room all day and sending out Jubilee for supplies maybe isn't the best way of spending the rest of my life, but it'll have to do till he figures out that I don't want to have sex with him.

I really, really don't. Definitely.

Totally.

100%

Who the hell am I kidding?

~o~



Chapter Eight

"Ro, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" Jean hovered uncertainly in the doorway, a pile of books in her arms.

The weather goddess smiled as she looked up from her pot of petunias.

"Certainly, how can I help?"

"I was wondering... I know you don't have a problem with nudity so I was kind of thinking that, if you were free, would you mind sitting as a model for art class this evening?"

Ro's face fell.

"Oh, Jean, I am sorry, but the professor has asked me to accompany him to a concert tonight. Is there no one else you can ask?"

Jean looked downcast. "Not really. I can't think of anyone who would be comfortable enough to be naked around so many students. It's an ego thing with the guys and everyone else seems to have other plans. It doesn't matter, I'll cancel it until we can find someone. I've got classes all day and I don't have time to go hunting down models as well."

"Oh Jean, I am sorry. I know the students were looking forward to working on the figure."

"It's not just that, Ro, it's an important part of the course. We did have a professional model coming in, but she contracted the flu and I can't really expect her to sit around naked while she should be in bed."

"I'll tell you what," Ororo said, "I can't model for you tonight, but I will find someone who can do it for you. I promise. It's the least I can do."

"Really?" Jean smiled. "That would be fantastic. I'd be really grateful."

"It's no problem, Jean. I'm sure I can dig someone up. Now, it's almost time for class, just leave it to me."

Jean glanced at her watch. "You're right, I've got to run, but thanks again, and I'll see you at lunch?"

"Certainly."

Ororo smiled as Jean scurried away to teach her class. She had no clue who she was going to get to volunteer, but it had to be more interesting than pruning the roses yet again, didn't it?

~o~

"I know it's part of that whole professional artist vibe Jean, but really, can't we sit down for this?" groused Jubilee from behind her easel.

"Nope, not today Jubilee. Today I get to torture you all by making you stand around while you draw."

"Quit whining Jubes, it's not that hard," muttered Rogue from beside her, taping her paper to the drawing board.

Jubilee grunted. "Why are you even here anyway, babe? I'm only here cause I'm supposed to be observing the lesson."

Rogue shrugged. "It's an escape from the terrors of Logan. He's still acting freaky. Plus, I like drawing, what do you want me to say?"

"That you're a masochist?"

"Shuddup, Jubes," she said as she flicked a charcoal stick at her friend's head.

"Hey! Watch it with the black stuff. Girl in yellow standing here!"

"I give you 20 minutes before you get a charcoal-coloured hand print on your shirt," muttered Jean.

"I heard that!"

"The whole school heard it, don't sound so pleased with yourself," muttered Logan, appearing at Rogue's shoulder.

"Hey Logan," grinned Kitty, gravitating towards him from out of nowhere.

"Logan?" Marie looked puzzled and just slightly displeased. "What're you doing here?"

"Not a lot. Watching you tape a piece of paper to a slab of MDF by the looks of it," he grunted, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants.

Jubilee rolled her eyes and Rogue just glanced at him.

Ignoring him hadn't worked. He was still weird. Then again, as Jubes pointed out, he'd been weird to begin with. He seemed to really be trying though, she had to give him that much, but it was difficult. What she really needed was some time away from him for a bit and this was half the reason for joining the art class. Apparently she wasn't even going to be allowed that mercy cause here he was again... lurking at her.

"So," he continued, hoping the break the silence. "Seen your life model yet?"

Rogue shook her head. "No, we're still waiting for her to make an appearance, and you'd better get out of here unless you intend on doing some drawing. They don't like it when strange guys sit around ogling them."

He nodded contemplatively.

Jean interrupted them, clapping her hands to gain the students' attention. She looked pointedly in Logan's direction.

"Logan, if you don't mind, I'm ready to start class."

"Told ya'," whispered Rogue.

Logan nodded at the doctor. "Sure thing, Red." He turned and gave Marie a conspiratorial pat on the shoulder. "I'm outta here. I'll catch up with you after class though, OK?"

"Yeah, ok," she sighed "I'll see you at dinner."

Looks like Logan avoidance was out the window for another day.

"He doesn't seem too freaky," pondered Jubilee as he sloped away. "I mean, after the rec room incident he hasn't done anything at all. Maybe avoiding him worked?"

"No... First off I didn't manage to avoid him and second, he just looks like he wants to swallow me whole every time he sees me," mused Rogue. "Nothing weird in that at all."

"Oh give him a little credit," said Kitty. "So he's still a drool-factory, but at least he's been mostly leaving you alone. Today is the first time he's actually spoken to you in almost a week. Maybe you hurt his feelings a bit ignoring him so much?"

Rogue frowned. "Maybe, please God, he's got over this and we can all get back to normal...?"

On the other side of the room, Logan squeezed out from behind the forest of easels, peeled off his shirt, slid his sweat pants down over his hips and, gloriously naked, sauntered into the center of the room.

"So, Red. Where'd you want me?"

~o~

"I can't believe you did that to me! And I thought we had an understanding!" wailed Rogue as the last of the students dispersed, the female contingent leaving a trail of slobber as they crept after Logan.

For her part, Jean thought she handled it pretty well.

Well, so maybe clutching her sides in hysterics wasn't exactly handling the situation well, but it was as good as it was gonna' get.

"Oh, Rogue, I'm sorry, honestly, I had no idea what was happening till he turned up. Ro said she'd find us a model, but I really didn't expect HIM..."

She collapsed into another fit of laughter and Rogue just stood and stewed.

"Seriously, I'm gonna kill him..."

~o~

"Oh, wow... I mean, really, oh wow."

Jubilee steered a semi-catatonic Kitty along the hallway, turning to the seething Rogue as they walked.

"I mean... just WOW! I take it all back. Hell, even I'D hump him if I'd known this earlier. There should be a law... Logan must be naked at all times, cause... wow."

"I get the point, Jubes, and watch out for that table you nearly steered Kitty right into it!"

On her part Kitty squeaked slightly, the glazed expression on her face testament enough to the fact that she hadn't noticed phasing through the large antique in the slightest.

Rogue rolled her eyes.

"I'm gonna' kill him."

"If you do, can we have the bits afterwards? Maybe we can patch him back up... or at least preserve him for posterity?"

"You can have him. I don't want him."

"Seriously, I never thought I'd enjoy life drawing that much. I mean the body and the muscles and the... thing and... the other thing.

"He has more than one thing. Now that's a talent," sighed Kitty.

"Kit, that's freaky," Jubilee frowned.

She carefully navigated her friend through the school, leaving a trail of charcoal dust and black handprints through the corridors. Her yellow shirt, however, had miraculously remained perfectly clean.

"I tell you, that scene almost made it worth standing up for 3 hours."

Bobby joined them, coming out of the elevator.

"What did?"

"Logan got naked for the sake of art."

"He always walks around without a shirt on, what's new in that?"

"No, I mean naked... nakie, nekkid, flapping in the breeze, birthday suit fresh from the cleaners."

She took a deep breath, conjuring the image in her mind's eye.

"And my God, that man is talented... If you see Rogue walking funny, now we'll all know why."

"Jubes!"

"What? All I'm saying is that he's armed, babe, and you already KNOW he knows how to use it."

"I'm not sure I want to be here for this," mused Bobby.

"Come on, Bob! Man's perspective!" cried Jubilee.

"I think..." Bobby chose his words carefully, "That if he knew what you were talking about, he'd run like hell."

"Really?" grinned Jubilee, evil flashing in her eyes. "How so?"

"Sex is very stressful for men," he considered. "You judge us on style, sensitivity... stamina! We're just happy if you let us cop a feel..."

"I'd be happy if I could get a feel..." sighed Kitty, wistfully.

"I think naked Logan fried a synapse or four," said Jubilee, patting the top of Kitty's head.

~o~



Chapter Nine

Rogue caught up with him in the Library, leaning against a bookshelf and thumbing through a yellowing copy of Northanger Abbey.

Marie walked up behind him and smacked him straight round the back of the head.

"I can't believe you did that. What were you thinking?"

He spun round, rubbing the back of his skull, half a smirk still present on his features.

"I was thinking that seeing as I saw you naked... albeit by accident," he hurriedly added, "that I'd even things out. I saw you naked so you get to see me."

He couldn't contain the satisfied grin that spread over his face.

She scowled at him.

"You couldn't have maybe run this by me before hand? Maybe warned me that I'd be drawing your ass for 3 hours?"

"But that would have defied the point. You were as surprised as I was, so now we're on a more even footing. And you drew my ass for 3 hours? Why, did you like it?"

The sarcasm almost physically dripped from her words. "Yes, Logan, I find you unbearably attractive. You are a living, breathing orgasm, a walking endorphin rush, the physical manifestation of sexual athleticism AND availability. Be still my heart, you're making me woozy."

He raised his brow at her as he felt her finger poke him hard in the ribs.

"But, you're also a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bastard."

He tried to keep the self-satisfied look off his face as he backed her gently into the wall, his arm caging her in as she drew in a sharp breath.

"I hate you, Logan. God damn it, stop making me want you," she breathed.

"I'm not making you do anything."

His voice was a low rumble in his chest.

"Oh you are an evil, evil man!"

"So you DO want me?"

She settled for glaring at him, eyes shining more darkly than he'd ever seen before.

"So, that thing with the photocopier..." he continued.

"What about it?" Her breath was tight as he leaned in closer.

"Not memorable, huh?"

She shrugged and tried to look nonchalant as he pressed her firmer into the wall, a hand coming to rest on her hip.

She totally failed to keep her voice steady.

"Memorable can be a relative term."

"It can, can it?"

With a swift shove of his hips she was flush between the wall and him, panting slightly as he leaned in close to her face.

"No escaping this time," he whispered, before brushing his lips lightly over hers.

She could feel her heart beating harder in her chest as he pinned her firmly with his gaze.

"I've wanted to kiss you for so long."

His voice was a breath against her lips, so quiet she barely heard, so intimate it was almost painful, but the look in his eyes was enough to express what words never could.

He felt so warm and solid pressed against her like that, a mere brush of air all that separated them.

His lips trailed across hers, much gentler than she could have ever imagined, sweeping in tender caresses across her mouth.

His hand came to rest on her cheek, guiding her into him as the kisses grew less chaste, hungrier than before, fuelled by the passion that sparked beneath the surface of them both.

She moaned slightly, letting the feel of him carry her away as she opened her mouth to him, letting him deepen the kiss until she was sure they had become fused.

As they kissed, they became one, giving and wanting perfectly synchronised as they pressed closer together, the sweetness of his mouth in hers, the delicious taste of his tongue wiping all thoughts from her mind save the intense, heady need he was creating within her.

Slowly they surfaced, not wanting to let go, lips finding each other every second, not able to pull apart from the sweet nips the other bestowed.

"Logan..."

A question, a plea, a request, all rolled into a single whisper.

He silenced her again, more forcefully this time, drawing quiet sighs from her as she wrapped her arms around him.

His hands trailed up her sides beneath her shirt, feeling the smooth flesh glide perfectly beneath his palms. His hands were soft against her skin, feeling the gently muscled contours of her sides as his touch grazed round her, following the silken line of her bra as it clung to her body.

His hands spread wide over her back, pulling her closer to him as her fingers ran ceaselessly through his hair. Eyes closed to all but each other, kissing passionately, each refused to let go.

Inside her head hummed, the ever-present, intense lust cracking inside, feathered lines revealing something else beneath the layers.

Lust was just sex and, although she wanted that so desperately it hurt, she also didn't want to let go. She found herself holding tighter, trying to fuse herself with him, wanting so desperately that crushing intensity as he held her to his body.

She suddenly knew what it felt like to be out of control, wanting to be a part of him but wanting more than just that. She wanted him completely, from the second he woke up in the morning to the moment he fell into a sated sleep beside her, and every damned second in between.

She broke away from his lips, eyes wide as she looked at him, bleary with need and mouth partially open, waiting for her return.

Disheveled, rumpled, hungry... he took her breath away, dark eyes piercing her soul. She wanted him, needed him so bad, but she had to be sure it was more than just that on his side as well.

She swallowed, mouth suddenly parched, body singing with need as his hands caressed up and down her back.

"Logan... we need to - "

She couldn't even complete the sentence, Fate sticking its hand in as Xavier suddenly broadcast an urgent message to the whole team.

Anti-mutant mob barricading some family into their home.

They broke apart without argument, the urgent tone in the professor's voice enough to send them both running, called to the latest mission.

As she sped to her locker she silently cursed that fact that the world seemed destined to keep them from ever clearing this mess up.

~o~



Chapter Ten

Jean had once said that post-mission sex was the most mind-blowing sex you could ever have.

There was something primal about it, something breathtakingly intense, as if it was the final thing needed just to make sure that the other half of you was still breathing. It was a way to prove you were both still alive.

The mission hadn't been THAT hard, merely the appearance of the Blackbird was enough to put the fear of God into half the crowd, but the adrenaline had still been there.

It had still left her wanting.

She had no other half, but there was a part of Rogue that was aching for that now. Standing in the kitchen after changing from her uniform she watched as the team slowly dispersed, Scott and Jean barely making it to the top of the stairs before leaping on each other.

She was left with Logan and, uncertain how to react she had originally refused to even look at him.

Then curiosity had gotten the better of her and she had looked round.

His stare was so intense it made her heart feel like a rock in the center of her chest. She barely felt like she was breathing as he stepped closer, his movements so slow it seemed like forever to take just one step.

"You remember that milk carton I gave you this morning?"

His voice was a low rumble in his chest, rolling through her and sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Uh huh." She nodded dumbly, finding herself unable to move, unable to think.

"Let's call that foreplay."

"OK."

It took a split second then bodies collided, clinging together in a tangle of limbs in the middle of the kitchen.

They kissed furiously, his lips almost bruising in intensity. Breathing hard, mouths and tongues battling as they staggered backwards, bumping into the counter.

Their bodies were pressed firmly together, hands and fingers clawing desperately to find purchase against one another as the soft heat of his tongue plunged into her mouth.

She moaned against his lips, kissing him back just as forcefully as his hands found her breasts, pressing her harder back into the kitchen worktop.

She was gasping for air as their lips finally separated, her whole body tingling as he kissed passionately down her jaw, burying his face in her neck. Without looking he ripped open her shirt, hands delving inside to her bra, desperately seeking the sensitive flesh of her soft breasts.

It was a flurry of want and need and desire as she yanked his head back up to look at her. She captured his lips again, running her tongue into his mouth as he gently caressed the cloth-covered flesh that filled his palms, her nipples hard with desire against his fingers.

He slipped his hand inside, past the sheer lace to caress the smooth, fragile skin, feeling her stiffen in pleasure as he danced his fingers over her nipple, teasing at the pink tip as his tongue thrust rhythmically into her mouth.

She groaned as he pressed himself close into her body, pulling his hand out of her bra and suddenly grasping her waist, pulling her hips flush into him. Their bodies rocked together in an uncontrollable rhythm as she screwed her eyes closed, letting him bite and suckle down her throat.

Oh God, he was going to make her explode, the need coursing through her body, the need just to be with him...

Her heart was pounding in her stomach, her knees weak, the solid strength of his body pressed against hers like the strongest aphrodisiac she could imagine. He was so strong and sensual against her, the heady smell of his aftershave whirling through her head.

But there was that damn nagging doubt and why couldn't she put it out of her mind?

She whimpered with the loss of sensation as she pushed at his shoulders, both breathing hard as she met his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't..."

He sagged, resting his forehead against her panting chest, hands still around her waist.

"Marie..." he pleaded. His groin ached and his heart was pounding. Now was not a good time to be stopping. He knew he sounded pitiful, but to be honest, he really didn't care.

"Please not again... I need you so bad..."

She absent-mindedly ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

"I... I'm sorry, Logan... We can't."

He looked deep into her eyes. "Why not?"

The intense emotion searing into her from his look forced her to glance away.

"Because I love you too much to ruin it."

She pushed him off and ran from the kitchen, leaving him to rest his head in his hands as he slumped over the counter.

She loved him...

~o~



Chapter Eleven

She was face down on the bed when he walked into her room, watching TV in the darkness. He heard her groan as the door clicked shut behind him.

He hadn't knocked.

The TV flickered brightly in the corner, flashing coloured light over her as she sprawled on the covers. She was only wearing her underwear and a T-shirt, obviously not expecting company.

She knew he was there but didn't seem to acknowledge his presence, so he cleared his throat quietly, trying to get her attention.

"Hey."

A hand reached out to the remote control on the mattress beside her and she flipped off the TV, casting the room into sudden silence.

"What were you watching?"

She sniffed and wiped her nose on her arm.

"Red Dawn."

He thought about it for a second, trying to place the film.

"That's not a very happy ending," he commented eventually.

"That's OK."

He looked surprised.

"You like depressing films?"

"No, just suspicious of happy endings."

That wasn't the answer he'd been expecting and he kept silent, hoping she would explain.

"You can never believe that that's it, that there's nothing more to come, you know?"

He looked at her, noticing the grime on her cheeks from the tears she had cried at the end of the film.

"Why?" he asked.

She sniffed.

"People don't trust them. Don't trust happiness."

"They afraid it's gonna be taken away or something?"

"Or have too high a price."

Logan closed his eyes a second. God, she sounded so sad...

"Can... can we talk?"

She groaned into the pillow. "I can't do this, Logan."

He nodded.

"I know. But I just want to know why. You're running hot and cold and I don't know what I did wrong."

She turned her head to the side, staring blankly at the silent TV screen.

"Why should you care?"

"Because... because you're my friend and there was a time that you didn't seem to hate my guts. I just wanted to know when that changed."

She rubbed her face and closed her eyes for a long second.

"Wow, we really stuffed this up, didn't we?"

He slumped down beside her and nodded.

"Yeah... yeah I guess we did."

"Can things go back like they were?"

"I dunno... do you want them to?"

"Logan..." She propped herself up on her elbows, not looking at him, staring down into the pillow she had been leaning on.

"I can't... I can't be just another one of the many to you. I got involved in something I knew I never should have, but even knowing that, I can't seem to let it go again."

He understood.

"What if I told you that you were more than that?" he murmured.

"I'd say it's the same thing you say to all the girls. I know you, remember?"

"What if I said I meant it?"

She paused for a second.

"But you don't. You only wanted this because you saw me naked and... humping the bed."

He cringed.

"You weren't humping the bed and I'm sorry I said that... 'specially in front of Cyke."

She smiled and he heard the small snort of amusement that she tried to stifle.

"Yeah, I think we both came out of that situation pretty bad. But you and the Monkees thing... that's just plain weird."

He tried to sound indignant. "That was ONE time!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll believe you. Millions wouldn't."

They settled into silence for a second before he spoke again.

"Are we OK, kid?"

She thought about it for a second. "Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Are you gonna' be alright?"

"Yeah, just a little worn out, that's all. And achy from fighting."

He smiled a little before shifting his weight on the mattress.

"Lie down, kid. I'll give you a backrub."

She slumped bonelessly down into the sheets without hesitation. "Oh you're so good at those..."

She'd been the recipient of many over her time training as an X-man, mostly because he'd got sick of her whining about her aching back, but even as the problem eased away they continued. The platonic friendship they shared had been made ever more secure by the fact that they were so at ease together.

His hands on her back had always felt so soothing and comfortable, his skin remarkably smooth and soft.

He kicked off his boots and she felt him kneel over her, a knee either side of her hips, the soft, worn denim hugging closely against her bare thighs.

"You'll need to take your shirt off, darlin'."

He heard a muffled confirmation before she arched herself off the bed slightly and pulled the top over her head, flinging it to the floor across the room.

His hands were hot against her back, gently stroking across her skin before loosely hooking a finger beneath each bra strap and sliding them down over her shoulders.

She grunted contentedly into the pillows as his hands gently kneaded her shoulders, the warmth of his touch unknotting muscles that she hadn't even known were bunched.

Almost unknowingly he found himself breathing her in, savoring every moment of her flesh beneath his fingers. He felt her relaxing under him, her breathing slow and regular, as if she were on the verge of falling into slumber.

"Logan...?"

Her voice was sleepy and muffled by the pillows.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean it? When you said I was different?"

He sighed softly, closing his eyes.

"Yeah."

For once there was nothing in his voice but the naked truth, a little slice of something raw. She mulled it over a second before saying anything more.

"Logan?"

"What, Marie?"

She whispered in the twilight. "If you wanna kiss me, I won't stop you."

His hands never stopped moving but for one brief second he thought his heart had forgotten to beat. He creased his face in pain, the slew of emotions toppling away the last of his resistance as he leaned in close to her.

"Oh you are a cruel woman... don't tempt a man with what he knows he shouldn't have." He was pressed in close to her and she could feel his warm breath on her ear as he whispered.

Her eyes slowly crept open once again, his hands never faltering on her shoulders as she mumbled into the pillow. "Is it so wrong to take a little of something you want?"

"Only when it's not freely given."

There was that raw pain again, that naked truth she was so unused to hearing from his lips.

"But what if it is given...?"

He slowly floated a light brush of his mouth onto the back of her neck, making her shiver.

"Then..."

He paused to kiss her again, trailing a line of gentle caresses up the side of her neck to her jaw.

"Then I guess there's no problem..."

She moaned lightly as his lips wandered across her shoulders, his hands sliding down and caressing her ribs.

His mouth was warm and sweet, incredibly soft lips exploring the back of her neck as she gently squirmed, her eyes falling shut as she basked in the glorious feeling he created through her whole body.

He was so tender against her, almost reverential as he touched her, as if he couldn't quite believe his dreams were coming true. He was so gentle it sent shivers through her.

She would never have believed him capable of such tenderness, such devotion, but he was a man of so many contradictions. Why should this surprise her now?

Light fingers unhooked the fastening of her bra, spreading it open over the smooth expanse of her back as he brushed whispered kissed up her spine. His lips felt so good, his hands gently grasping her waist above the line of the panties she wore.

She closed her eyes, drinking in as much as she could, whimpering softly as he rolled her onto her back, feeling the soft sheets slide against her bare flesh.

He gently pulled away the soft lace of her bra. Her arms slipped out of it as he lifted it away, dropping it to the floor beside the bed. Pale cream breasts tingled with anticipation, now freed from the confining garment. Topped with sweet, rosy tips he couldn't resist gently sliding his hands up the outsides of the firm globes, closing his eyes at the feeling of soft, smooth skin under his palms.

She gently flexed between his legs and he leaned down to meet her tenderly parted lips, eyes shining with need.

He kissed her so sweetly she moaned, his hands gently caressing the smooth sides of her breasts, the hardening nipples jutting deliciously from the soft, alabaster skin. He couldn't stop touching her, the white flesh under his hands so liquid smooth to his fingers.

Not enough for her, never enough...

She grumbled low in her throat, kissing him harder and reaching for his hand, pulling his fingers higher on her breast, his touch grazing over a firm, pink nipple.

He moaned at the shiver it sent through her and mutely complied, stroking the rosy bud gently with his fingertips, tongues caressing and searching, sending a bolt of hot lightening through her heart that seemed to settle in the base of her stomach.

Their lips parted and she moaned his name, pulling at his clothing as he knelt over her, gasping for breath. She yanked the shirt free of his jeans, pushing it up and running her fingers over his bare stomach and then round his waist, following the line of the denim on his flesh. His body was firm and warm, strong muscles gliding smoothly under her hands.

He pulled the shirt off completely, tossing it to the floor with her clothes, and leaned in close to her. Skin against skin they curled around each other, close and intimate as they kissed, legs and arms tangled in passion.

His warm, dry body against her own made her sigh, his chest pressing against her breasts, wandering hands stroking her sides tenderly. Sweet, hot kisses trailed over her neck and shoulders like velvet and she sighed, the warm, soft denim of his leg rubbing gently between her thighs.

She could feel the hardness of his growing arousal pressing against his jeans and she reached down to playfully squeeze his rear.

Heavy-lidded eyes flipped up to meet hers, dark with hunger.

She smiled beautifully and gently raked her nails over his crotch, watching the sudden twitch of pleasure on his face as she slowly undid the button at the top of his fly.

He sighed with relief, closing his eyes as she lowered the zip, letting her slide the denim down over his smooth hips.

He kicked them down, off his feet, and they tumbled to the floor with the rest of their clothes.

His naked body pressed so close to hers she couldn't help but shiver with excitement. His hot, wet mouth kissed a fiery trail down her neck, over her collarbone to her breast, his tongue flashing out across a firm, sensitive nub. She gasped and arched into him, her hands coming to rest around his shoulders, feeling the intense heat that radiated from his skin.

He suckled her breast playfully, his hand coming up to trace the bottom edge of her other nipple, softly brushing it with the tip of his thumb.

She moaned as his teeth lightly grazed the sensitive bud, his rough tongue lapping over her taut skin deliciously.

His bottom lip flicked past the tip as he lifted his head, taking in the sight of her. Eyes closed in ecstasy and her hair spilling over the pillow as her body gently writhed under his ministrations... she looked beautiful.

He smiled and turned his attention to her other breast, his mouth swirling teasingly around the hardened nub before lightly flicking the top of it with the tip of his tongue.

Her little moans and gasps of pleasure fed him and he kissed his way down her stomach, running a finger round the dip of her bellybutton before caressing her hips, his mouth gently teasing the sensitive skin above the line of her panties.

He hooked a finger under either side of the garment and gently slid them down her hips, sliding them off long, lean legs and inhaling the damp smell of her arousal.

"Logan...?"

He glanced up at her through passion-glazed eyes to find her watching him.

"Shuddup, darlin'," he purred, before smiling wickedly.

"Logan, what are you do- Oh, God..."

Her head rolled back and she moaned, every muscle in her body seeming to swell then contract as his rough tongue plunged inside her.

Her lithe body arched luxuriously and she parted her thighs instinctively, letting him lick slowly and tantalisingly between her legs, his tongue lapping at the moist opening of her core. She whimpered with desire as he ran his hands up her thighs, caressing the soft curve of her skin.

He found the sensitive bundle of nerves buried within her slick, wet heat and he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, feeling her jerk and gasp under him.

He delved intimately inside her, sliding his tongue as deep as he could go, feeling the taste of her fill his mouth, nipping and sucking at the hot, sensitive flesh. Her smooth, lean legs gently tightened around his head and her hands grasped at handfuls of the bed sheet, shaking with desire. He half moaned in approval, feeling her tense around his ministrations, pressing herself closer to his face in search of more.

Her hips bucked spasmodically, half crazy with need as he gently eased away, tracing wet lines up her body with his lips and tongue.

She clutched uselessly at his shoulders now, her hips still gently grinding into the mattress in search of the friction she craved, looking to topple over the edge.

He took a nipple in his mouth again, the rough, flat surface of his tongue dragging over the swollen nub as she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his hips in invitation.

"You sure...?" he asked, pressing hot kissed up the side of her neck.

She moaned and arched into him, feeling the hardness of his body against her own, knowing how perfectly he would fit inside her.

"You really want to do this...?" he whispered, thumbing an already overly sensitive breast.

"Yessss..." she hissed, pulling his face up and catching his lips in an intense, searing kiss.

He disengaged himself briefly from her hungry mouth, the feel of her tongue battling with his making him breathless.

"You're not gonna' try and stop me halfway through or anything are ya?" he continued.

"Oh for Chrissakes Logan, just do it!" she wailed.

"Just makin' sure..."

He lifted her thighs higher up his waist, hooking his arms under her knees. She felt the erotic push of his hardness between her legs before he entered her, squeezing himself up to the hilt in her tight, burning core. He moaned and pressed his head close into her neck for a second, just absorbing the feel of her surrounding him so completely, so tightly.

She could feel him breathing heavily on her skin, panting as she gripped him hard inside, her legs still trapped beneath his arms, spreading her wide open.

She whimpered at the sensation of him filling her so deep and full, positive that it couldn't get any better then this. The thickness stretched the walls of her channel, stimulating every nerve as she squeezed him within her. Dazed, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he lay on top of her.

Slowly he let go of her legs, letting them slide down his smooth body to rest comfortably around his hips. His hands caressed their way up her stomach, not stopping till he cupped a breast in each palm, a tender, swollen nipple under each thumb.

Se moaned and arched into him, bucking her hips into his, making him grunt as she clenched her inner muscles around him again.

Teasing and rubbing her nipples he began to move, pulling himself together just enough to thrust gently into the intense, gripping heat around his cock.

The friction it caused inside her sent long, white arrows of pleasure directly into her brain and she gasped as his pace began to increase.

Her hands spread over his shoulders and she could feel the muscles in his back tense and release as he thrust into her, hips pistoning against her own.

She whimpered as he played her body like an instrument, hitting every right nerve, sounding every perfect chord until she was almost delirious with ecstasy.

Each thrust of his hardness inside her seemed to crush the bundle of nerves between her thighs, her clit sparking every time he ground into her.

She whimpered breathlessly as her body began to flutter convulsively around his invasion, the dizzy spiraling in her head almost lifting her from reality.

He thrust hard, feeling the slowly building clench around his erection dragging him towards the abyss and he went with it, speeding up his rhythm and clenching his eyes shut in the intensity of sensation.

She moaned slowly, hands balled into tight fists as she writhed helplessly underneath him, pinned to the bed by his solidity and by his cock buried so deep within her.

Her breath ran heaving in her lungs, whimpering and moaning pathetically as he worked, feeling him drag past every perfect nerve as he thrust strongly between her open legs.

Suddenly her muscles clamped hard and tight around him, her head arching back in a silent scream as pure, white light engulfed her senses.

She pulled him over the sudden abyss of orgasm, falling long and hard, gripping him inside her channel as tightly as she could, never wanting to let him go. He moaned loudly into the crook of her neck as his cock spurted inside her, warm fluid filling her body.

She milked his body hard, muscles dragging him deep as he came, groaning with relief as he clutched her body close against his.

They both came down slowly, panting raggedly as he sagged over her, still buried deep inside her core.

"Holy God..." he muttered, burying his head in the crook of her neck as the aftershocks of her orgasm still fluttered round his embedded member.

She nodded mutely, hands tracing slowly over his sweat-slicked back.

"Wow..." she mumbled, glazed eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Slowly and tentatively he withdrew, rolling down onto the bed beside her and gathering her into his arms.

"Wow..." she repeated again, flopping bonelessly onto his warm body. "Why didn't we do that before...?"

"Cause you kept hitting me," he replied.

"Oh yeah..."

He smiled contentedly. "See, I told you it'd be good."

Marie pouted and ran her hand over his chest. "Gods, you're arrogant."

"Yeah, but I'm wonderful with it."

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

A wide, warm smile split her face and he couldn't resist kissing her again, his hand sliding down to gently rest on the curve of her back.

She mumbled contentedly against his lips, his arms wrapped snugly around her body before she leaned her head softly down onto his chest, drifting into a deep, lazy sleep.

~o~

Logan woke to someone gently nibbling on his lower lip, a soft tongue playing over the edge. He grunted sleepily, stretching under the mass of the person lying on top of him.

"You taste good, Logan."

He mumbled as a reply and smiled drowsily under her kisses, wrapping his arms around her waist as she lay sprawled over him.

He kissed her gently, swallowing the contented sigh as she smiled into his mouth.

She broke away giggling, leaning back to sit on his thighs, her knees either side of his hips.

He cocked a quizzical eyebrow at her.

"What?"

"You're a horny little Wolverine first thing in the morning, aren't you?" she snickered, scooting forward till she was pressed against his steadily growing erection.

He nodded, a stupid smile spreading over his face as she wriggled up his body, bare breasts jiggling slightly in the pale morning light. Small, round nipples wove across his line of sight and he reached out to touch her, drawing his index finger in a long, slow line from her collar bone, down her breast to the tip of her nipple.

She gasped softly and leaned forward over him, grabbing his wandering hands and planting them above his head.

"Stay," she grinned, patting him on the head like a puppy.

"Arf," he grumbled as her body stretched lithely over him, extended over his head as she held his hands in place.

The temptation was too great and his mouth latched onto the tip of her breast, pulling it gently into the heat of his mouth. She gasped, body tensing as his teeth skimmed the sensitive nub.

"What are you doing to me...?" she mumbled, his tongue rubbing over the tightening flesh, the roughness against her tender skin sending little quivers of desire through her.

He released her with a slow lick, smiling up happily into her suddenly desire-fogged eyes. He pulled his hands free and pressed them flat against her back, pulling her body in closer to him, catching the other breast in his mouth as he lifted them both into a sitting position, his erection trapped between the heat of their bodies.

She squirmed and he moaned in response, the flush of heat between her legs pressing against him as she moved.

He thumbed her cooling, exposed nipple harder in retaliation, still feasting on its fellow, making her groan gently against his ministrations, pleasure sparking behind her eyes as her heart beat harder in her chest.

He dropped her aching, tender bud and brought her face down to his own, taking possession of her lips as his hand smoothed round her hip.

He ran his palm gently over her firm, round ass, sneaking his fingers softly between her legs from behind.

He felt the moisture of her growing arousal starting to seep from within her, the soft satin of her entrance wet and hot under his fingertips.

She whimpered and kissed him hungrily, letting the taste of him fill her mouth while his touch floated over her opening, wishing beyond anything that he would stop playing about and fill her again, deep and hard inside her.

As if reading her mind he pushed two fingers into the well of her sex, letting them slide deep into the sweet, slick heat of her core, feeling the wetness deep inside her slither over his touch. She jolted, gasping loudly as his fingers curled lazily inside her body.

Her stomach flipped, heat spreading to every nerve as his long, agile fingers filled her, rubbing up and down inside her core agonisingly slowly.

She bucked her hips and he stalled, slowing down to nothing as she desperately clenched around his tormenting fingers, seeking more.

"Logan..." she moaned, rolling her hips against his own.

It was his turn to groan now, feeling her crush his painfully hard erection between their bodies, the wetness of her sex seeping out into his skin.

He jerked his fingers suddenly inside her and she cried out, the unexpected sensation very nearly bringing her to the edge.

Pressing his tongue deep into her mouth, the next flex of his fingers made her whimper, muscles fluttering as he pinched a reddened nipple.

He continued pumping his hand into her core, feeling her shudder and cry out in need, clutching tightly onto his shoulders as he jerked his fingers inside her, squeezing the taut, red flesh of her sensitive bud with his other hand.

Finally she screamed, rocking herself uncontrollably on his lap as her muscles clinched hard around his invading touch.

He caught her breathless mouth with his own, silencing her before sliding out his fingers and plunging his erection deep into her still twitching channel.

She let out a breathless exclamation of pleasure, having barely come down from the delirious state of her last explosion of ecstasy.

His hard member filled her more deeply and more satisfyingly than his fingers and she mewled happily, rocking against his body as he clutched her hips hard against his own.

He pushed her down onto her back as he filled her with deep, slow strokes, driving her wild as he moved inside her, slow and hard.

Her head tossed in the rumpled sheets, moaning breathlessly as she locked her legs around his back, stroking her own nipples as his hands lifted her hips from the bed, driving deeper inside her.

She pinched the tight, blood red buds mercilessly, rolling her fingers over them as she moaned, pulling every sensation from the receptive flesh under her hands.

Logan's hips hammered into her own and she could feel the orgasm boiling low in the pit of her stomach, letting out a keening whine as he fucked her slowly into the sheets.

The build up was leisurely and intense, the fire boiling in her body slowly consuming her whole existence, leaving her delirious with need.

She screamed as the explosion hit her, pulling him as deep into her sex as he would go, her world filling with cascades of coloured sparks and the hot, wet, pulsating far inside her body.

He came at the same instant, erection jerking helplessly inside her spasming core, filling her with his seed as he cried out.

They both crumpled bonelessly onto the disheveled bed, panting hard and kissing slowly as their bodies parted, suddenly exhausted.

"God, Logan, you're gonna' kill me like that..." she grunted into his chest, hugging him close.

"You started it," he mumbled.

"Did not," she yawned.

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Hate you."

"Love you."

"Love you too."



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