Alternate take on how Logan meets Rogue. Let me know what you think, if I should continue or standalone!
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He took a breath. She smelled of a million and one things. Laughter, love, hope. Pain, longing, perseverance. All the things he could never have.
"Are you alright?" a furrow appeared between her brows, confusion apparent in her features. He smelled her worry, for him. Strange.
She was so close, his lungs filled with her scent. She smelled of acceptance…of coming home, as if he knew what that was. When she looked at him that way, maybe he did.
He would destroy her.
He swallowed, throat suddenly tight. "Fine, its fine" he said gruffly. Who was this woman? He would never, should never know. He turned to go.
"Wait!"
He paused. Shit.
A slip of a girl, he wondered, making me squirm so? He would have laughed if his control wasn't stretched to breaking point.
"You need something?" he asked, turning back.
She stretched out her hand. "Your name. I didn't catch it,"
Well I didn't throw it, he should have said. I need to go, he should have said. Your scent is driving me up the wall, and I should leave before I accidentally fuck you, he should have said.
"I'm Logan," he said, and at that, the grin lit up her features.
And it was all downhill from there.