Title: Pretty Marie
By: Clear Wisdom
E-mail: TiggerGirl_28@Hotmail.com
Notes:
I'd like to thank MoonbeamDancer, for her compliments
and her forcing me to keep writing, even when I was worried
I'd suck at this. *Huggles*
I also want to thank my editor, Rose, Bara, you're a
gift from God, thank you SO much for everything! *Huggles*
Ja ne, minna!
~~CW
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Prologue - Bye, Logan
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He'd been gone for nearly three years, but Rogue missed him
all the same. So, when he just showed up one day, black
gymbag in hand, Rogue walked up to him, as calm and cool as
she was when he left.
*God, Marie, you've grown into a...* Logan's thoughts made
his heart pound, something, which just DID NOT happen to him.
*I don't feel, I don't love, I don't feel, I don't CARE!*
He finally found his voice, "Hey there, pretty Marie,"
She laughed lightly, a sound that was music to Logan's ears.
"It's Rogue, Logan. You should know that by now," She playfully
giggled and looked up at him. *Call me pretty Marie more,
Logan. Please...*
He shook his head.
"I dunno, pretty Marie. The name suits you better than Rogue."
He took off his leather jacket and began to walk, and Rogue
eagerly walked with him.
She smiled and shook her head, as if she was ready to give up.
*Thank you, Logan...* Her heart pounded. She looked up at
him, and saw that his muscles were larger, which made her
heart flutter more.
"Ok, Logan, you can call me whatever ya like." She smiled at
him.
*Smile more for me, please... Pretty Marie.* Logan's heart
soared to see the beautiful woman she'd grown into. She still
wore the gloves, of course - they were black today, and went
up to her arms, and she wore a black silk scarf around her
neck. The shirt she wore was a light gauzy material, which
had no sleeves and showed off a bit of her creamy skin. *I want
to touch that skin, Pretty Marie... but I can't.* The ensemble
which attracted Logan to her like a moth was a long black skirt
that had a slit up to her knee.
"Hey, Pretty Marie. With an outfit like that, I'm surprised
I haven't had to fight any boys off yet." He also noted that
she still wore his dogtags, but said nothing.
Rogue blushed and Logan saw how the pink of her cheeks made
her even more radiant. "Oh, Logan. You're so silly."
That one little, innocent remark, coupled with that innocent,
waif-like, pink face made the moment seem to pause time for
Logan. *Oh, pretty Marie. I wish you could know the things
that I thought about you while I was gone... the wishes I made
for you and me when I was near frozen solid, your memory the
thing keeping me going.*
For a while they walked in silence, each comfortable with the
lack of conversation, yet, each wishing the other would speak
what was really in their own hearts. *Logan... tell me that you
thought of me when you were in Canada... tell me that you care
for me...* Rogue's wishes were the one thing she never told
anyone. Professor X, Jean, Scot, and Storm... no one knew that
she cared so deeply for the aggressive loner.
Meanwhile, Logan's thoughts were close to Rogue's own. *Pretty
Marie... tell me that you missed me as much as I missed you.
Tell me that you care for me as much as I care for you. I want
to be by your side, Marie. I want to fight off those boys
because 'Marie is my girl.' I want you to giggle when I say
that and agree with me, and I want us to fall asleep in each
others arms... Marie. I never told you I was a closet romantic,
did I? That I care about candlit dinners and walks in the
moonlight as much as I care about kicking Sabretooth's ass
into next year?*
And with that, one, last, wistful thought from Logan, they
reached his room. Marie somehow found her voice and said,
"Professor X kept it for you. He said he was sure you'd come
back."
Logan set his bag down, and pointed to the tags. "I told you
I'd come back, didn't I?" *It wasn't just telling you I would,
Pretty Marie. I promised YOU and myself that I would. I
couldn't stay away from you forever, oh, god you're
beautiful, Marie.*
With that, he opened the door, and walked in. "Bye, Pretty
Marie. I'll see you later." He gently closed the door before
she could say anything.
"Bye, Logan."
--- End, Prologue --
Well? What did you think? *ducks flying objects* Good? Bad?
Am I horrid? ^^; Well! E-mail me or Review (if you're on
FF.Net).
Thanks,
~~ CW
By: Clear Wisdom
E-mail: TiggerGirl_28@Hotmail.com
Notes:
I'd like to thank MoonbeamDancer, for her compliments
and her forcing me to keep writing, even when I was worried
I'd suck at this. *Huggles*
I also want to thank my editor, Rose, Bara, you're a
gift from God, thank you SO much for everything! *Huggles*
Ja ne, minna!
~~CW
--------
Prologue - Bye, Logan
--------
He'd been gone for nearly three years, but Rogue missed him
all the same. So, when he just showed up one day, black
gymbag in hand, Rogue walked up to him, as calm and cool as
she was when he left.
*God, Marie, you've grown into a...* Logan's thoughts made
his heart pound, something, which just DID NOT happen to him.
*I don't feel, I don't love, I don't feel, I don't CARE!*
He finally found his voice, "Hey there, pretty Marie,"
She laughed lightly, a sound that was music to Logan's ears.
"It's Rogue, Logan. You should know that by now," She playfully
giggled and looked up at him. *Call me pretty Marie more,
Logan. Please...*
He shook his head.
"I dunno, pretty Marie. The name suits you better than Rogue."
He took off his leather jacket and began to walk, and Rogue
eagerly walked with him.
She smiled and shook her head, as if she was ready to give up.
*Thank you, Logan...* Her heart pounded. She looked up at
him, and saw that his muscles were larger, which made her
heart flutter more.
"Ok, Logan, you can call me whatever ya like." She smiled at
him.
*Smile more for me, please... Pretty Marie.* Logan's heart
soared to see the beautiful woman she'd grown into. She still
wore the gloves, of course - they were black today, and went
up to her arms, and she wore a black silk scarf around her
neck. The shirt she wore was a light gauzy material, which
had no sleeves and showed off a bit of her creamy skin. *I want
to touch that skin, Pretty Marie... but I can't.* The ensemble
which attracted Logan to her like a moth was a long black skirt
that had a slit up to her knee.
"Hey, Pretty Marie. With an outfit like that, I'm surprised
I haven't had to fight any boys off yet." He also noted that
she still wore his dogtags, but said nothing.
Rogue blushed and Logan saw how the pink of her cheeks made
her even more radiant. "Oh, Logan. You're so silly."
That one little, innocent remark, coupled with that innocent,
waif-like, pink face made the moment seem to pause time for
Logan. *Oh, pretty Marie. I wish you could know the things
that I thought about you while I was gone... the wishes I made
for you and me when I was near frozen solid, your memory the
thing keeping me going.*
For a while they walked in silence, each comfortable with the
lack of conversation, yet, each wishing the other would speak
what was really in their own hearts. *Logan... tell me that you
thought of me when you were in Canada... tell me that you care
for me...* Rogue's wishes were the one thing she never told
anyone. Professor X, Jean, Scot, and Storm... no one knew that
she cared so deeply for the aggressive loner.
Meanwhile, Logan's thoughts were close to Rogue's own. *Pretty
Marie... tell me that you missed me as much as I missed you.
Tell me that you care for me as much as I care for you. I want
to be by your side, Marie. I want to fight off those boys
because 'Marie is my girl.' I want you to giggle when I say
that and agree with me, and I want us to fall asleep in each
others arms... Marie. I never told you I was a closet romantic,
did I? That I care about candlit dinners and walks in the
moonlight as much as I care about kicking Sabretooth's ass
into next year?*
And with that, one, last, wistful thought from Logan, they
reached his room. Marie somehow found her voice and said,
"Professor X kept it for you. He said he was sure you'd come
back."
Logan set his bag down, and pointed to the tags. "I told you
I'd come back, didn't I?" *It wasn't just telling you I would,
Pretty Marie. I promised YOU and myself that I would. I
couldn't stay away from you forever, oh, god you're
beautiful, Marie.*
With that, he opened the door, and walked in. "Bye, Pretty
Marie. I'll see you later." He gently closed the door before
she could say anything.
"Bye, Logan."
--- End, Prologue --
Well? What did you think? *ducks flying objects* Good? Bad?
Am I horrid? ^^; Well! E-mail me or Review (if you're on
FF.Net).
Thanks,
~~ CW