Jean's dead. Logan took off without another word to his X-Men, leaving everyone behind- including his star-struck secret love, Rogue. But instead of Rogue pining over his absence, she moves on with her life- with Scott. When Logan returns and sees their new budding romance, will he be able to handle seeing that the beautiful, rebellious Rogue no longer wants him? Or… does she?

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Love Games

I felt my stomach do an uncomfortable flip- flopping motion when my ears picked up on the sound of a motorcycle coming to an abrupt halt- tires crunching harshly against the stone driveway.

Oh no, I wanted to scream. No. This can't be happening. Why is he here? Why has he come back after all this time?

My breath felt caught in my throat as I heard him come up the stairs to the mansion- probably throwing his beat up leather jacket over his shoulder and wearing that "I'm too fucking sexy for everyone" face. God, I hated that look. Like, really, Logan? You think you're ohhhhhh so great and everyone with a working vagina has to swoon over your rugged, dangerous, I'm-gonna-kill-you-so-good-in-the-sack attitude? PUH-LEESE!

A knock sounded on my door, tearing me away from my silent Logan beat-down, and I blushed in surprise when I realized I was still in boy shorts and a tank top.

"Ah, fuck, hold on!" I called to whoever was on the other side of the door and jumped off my bed to pull a black hoodie and basketball shorts over myself. "Okay, you can come in!"

I looked at the door, opened wide enough to see Scott peaking his head in. I could see how he narrowed his eyes in a funny look through his red-tinted glasses and small smile pulled the corners of his mouth.

"Did you just wake up?" he questioned, smirky smile in full effect.

I shrugged. "What's it to ya?"

"Your boy is here," Scott informed me with a "you should all ready know that" look.

I nonchalantly shrugged again and pretended to pick off lint from my hoodie. "Am I supposed to care, Scott?"

"Whoa," he said, closing the door to come over and stand before me. "What's going on, Rogue? You've always been happy to see him. What gives?"

I felt myself starting to blush so I turned my face away and hid it behind my curtain of white-streaks. "Nothing. Look, I should probably get a shower and look more presentable since my former hero is home. Let him know I say hi."

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An hour later I was clean, dressed in comfy jeans and a band shirt, and making sure I looked finer than fine when Logan saw me. Sure, I was wearing Converse and my hair had that messy bed head look but I knew he liked when girls looked like that. His stupid thoughts and personality traits are still inside my head- fuck me for not using them to my advantage sooner.

I walked into the kitchen then, just to grab myself an ice cold Coca Cola when I saw the Wolverine had all ready beat me to the fridge and was pulling out a bottle of Molson Ice- that disgusting Canadian beer.

As soon as I had walked into the room, I saw Logan's shoulders tense and he inhaled a noseful of air. God, why was that sexy to me? Why did the fact that he was so freaking dangerous and animalistic turn me on? Why him- of all men on this green earth why him?

Logan then turned around to face me, piercing me with his smoldering hazel eyes that seemed greener than they were brown.

"Hey kid," he said with a small smile on his face.

Kid? Did he realize that I was almost twenty-one years old now?

I sighed, not letting it bother me and nodded in response. "Hey."

Instead of being put off by my coolness, Logan simply opened the bottle of beer and took a hearty swig from it. "What's new with you?"

"Nothing at all- except that you're kinda in my way to the fridge and I'd like to get a Coke if you don't mind."

That seemed to earn a reaction from him. One of his dark brows drew up in that curious look of his but I ignored it and brushed past him to get myself the Coke I was craving.

"You okay, kid?" he asked, leaning closer to me when I shut the fridge door.

"Ah, I'm just peachy, sugah!" I said, oozing my Southern accent into my sarcasm. "Whatever made ya think I wasn't?"

"Cut the shit, Marie," he nearly snarled. "What the fuck is up? You're not on your period- if you were I'd be able to smell it- so what gives?"

"Eew. First of all, that is so disgusting, Logan. I sure as hell hope you don't tell your dates that. And second of all, whatever is bothering me is none of your damn business."

That shut him up right quick. I was glad for it too. I used this time to crack the tab on the soda can and take a refreshing gulp of soda into my throat, reveling in the fact that Coke always tastes better from the can than it does in a bottle.

When I put the can down, I noticed Logan was looking at me still with the hot coals.

"What?"

"What the fuck is the matter with you?"

You really want to know? I thought to myself. You really want to know how I have loved you for all these years, basically declared my complete allegiance to you and that I'd give my very life for yours? Do you really want me to spill the fact that I have hated Jean just because she was the one you loved and I wasn't? You have no idea… I thought, a dark look coming across my face. You have no idea.

Logan saw the shadow mar my features, but he didn't flinch from me. Instead he narrowed his eyes and a rumbling sound erupted through his chest.

"Forget it," I told him. I grabbed my can from the counter and reached in the fridge to grab a few more- just so I would have an excuse not to be in the kitchen again- and walked out of the room without another word.

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Hope you guys liked this! It's my first fanfic so don't be too critical! Next chapter will most likely have something juicy happen in it! Haha, I know it will cos I'm working on it right now XD

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