A/N: My first Rogue and Logan slash. I hope you guys enjoy it! It was difficult getting the characterization down, so forgive me if I didn't portray them right. Haha cheers!

By the way, I would love any constructive criticism you have for me. Thank you for taking your time to read this. Please review your thoughts!

Chapter 1

"When pain brings you down,

don't be silly,

don't close your eyes and cry,

you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine."
― Alanis Morissette

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The door opened with a slight creak causing me to wince and bite my lower lip. The feral inside should have picked up the annoying sound with his heightened hearing. Brushing my white strands behind my ear, I pressed my cheek against the door panel to listen for any signs of movement. If he woke up, my efforts would be wasted and I would be ushered back to my own room. After a minute, the doubt and fear was immediately placed in the back of my mind. The metal surface of the door handle was cool against my palm as I summoned the courage to push the door open completely. The room was dark save for the moonbeams splaying across the bed from the window. A loud snore blocked the sound of the door clicking shut. For a moment I just stood there wringing my hands and chewing my lower lip. Part of me wanted to run back to the safety of my room as memories of the last time I was in bed with the Wolverine resurfaced. My gloved hand unconsciously rubbed the area above my chest as I winced. Mustering the strength needed to take those two steps toward the bed, I lifted the covers and slid in next to the normally intimidating Wolverine. His eyebrows were furrowed and my eyes traced the lines across his forehead before they settled on his mutton chops.

Closing my eyes, I turned my skin off with a mere thought before taking off my gloves. They fell in a soft plop to the floor. Raising my exposed right hand, I lightly caressed the scruff that littered Logan's cheek. A mix between a gasp and a laugh left my mouth as placed the flat of my palm against his skin. I could finally touch. That was the reason I was here in the first place. I wanted Logan to be the first that I could touch. My index finger trailed over his jutted chin to his sturdy nose. His eyelashes tickled the pad of my finger as I brushed his lids and trailed back down to his cheek. Warmth engulfed my fingers bringing their exploration of the Wolverine's features to a halt. My eyes shot open to find hazel grey that were staring intensely into my own.

"Marie," His chest rumbled as the name escaped his lips in a growl. He didn't say kid. My mind noted smugly.

The sides of my lips lifted in a sheepish smile. "Hey Sugah." My accent was heavy with the emotions that were coursing throughout my person. "Ah can control mah skin now. Ah wanted ya to be the first one Ah would touch."

I expected him to kick me out, to tell me the inappropriateness of the moment, of how he was my Self-Defense teacher, and how he was not my boyfriend or my father. Those words had hurt me deeply the first time he had said them. He was definitely not my father and it ridiculous to see him as boyfriend material. Yet, I felt stupidly drawn to him. How his signature smirk would make my insides flutter and make me melt into a pathetic puddle at his feet.

His hand left mine and instead entangled in my hair. His thumb brushed back and forth against my cheek. We just laid there side by side just staring in each other's eyes. He didn't say anything just kept me locked in his gaze. I figured that he just knew I needed this. This moment to bask in something I thought was lost to me. Human touch. I took this time to study the flecks of gold in his hazel irises to the black bushy eyebrows. My fingers continued their exploration of his features causing his posture to relax from his previous tense form. It occurred to me that he was awake the entire time I had entered the room and slid in bed with him. My face flushed at the situation. I was literally in bed staring into the eyes of Logan, my long time crush. It was something I dreamed of, but now that it has become reality, I couldn't feel more inexperienced. Growing uncomfortable and insecure at having his entire focus centered on me, I bit my lower lip. His lips were immediately on mine. I gasped in surprise as his tongue forced its way in my mouth. It was as if he were a starving man as he nipped my lips hungrily and used his hand to push my head closer as if I would disappear. When his lips left mine so I could grasp for air, they continued down my neck, licking and nipping there.

I had to be dreaming. Logan never looked twice at me, let alone give any indication of attraction. He had always kept me an arms distance away. But even if this was a dream, I would enjoy what little I was given.

"Logan," I moaned as his bulky figure moved over mine, his hips rolling against mine. I met his hips with each thrust as he ripped my nightie, exposing my breasts. My hands went to cover them but his snarl made my arms fall back limply against my sides. The gold flecks had enlarged showing the beast had temporarily taken over. "Wolvie?"

"Yes, Darlin'," he grunted, "Scream my name, baby girl." A strangled mewl escaped me as his lips enclosed themselves around a hardened nipple and flicked his tongue.

My eyes fluttered open as light encased the entire room. Dust swirled in its beams. Feeling myself wake up alone in an unfamiliar room piqued my anxiety for a moment. The cotton sheets hid my naked body as the events from the previous evening and several times earlier this morning replayed themselves in my head. Turning my head to face Logan's side of the bed, my heart broke at its emptiness. He left again. A crisp white folded paper laid on his pillow. Forcing the giant lump down my throat, I picked it up with shaking hands.

I'm sorry, kid. -L

It was just a one-night stand.

Each word was like a twist to the dagger already stabbed in my heart with his absence. He called me kid. He still thinks of me as a child. I ripped up the note and sobbed. I had given him everything I had and he still didn't want me. Grabbing my shredded nightie, I slipped it on and grabbed one of his sweatshirts to cover up the exposed part of my poor excuse of a night slip and left the room. Jubilee and Kitty would be asking questions about my whereabouts, but I'll make up something. Luckily the hall was empty, so I was able to escape out of the teacher's floor undetected.

What was the greatest night of my life quickly became my biggest regret. In a way I was glad my first time was with Logan. I wanted it to be with him. I shouldn't have expected him to stay. That just wasn't Logan. I still wanted to be in his life and take advantage of what little he would give me, but I was done pining for his attention. It was time for the Rogue to move on.

Slipping into my room, I was pleasantly surprised to see it empty until I spotted the time on our alarm clock. It was lunch time. Everyone was in the cafeteria. Changing into skinny jeans and a tank top with a light grey cardigan, I slipped on my black leather boots Jubilee had gotten me for Christmas last year and smiled approvingly at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty damn good. The white streak in my hair from the Liberty incident with Magneto made me look unique. And strangely, I liked it. It was a part of me. My hands reached up and tied my hair in a tight ponytail. My eyes shifted to the discarded sweatshirt shoved under my bed. The long right grey sleeve still visible. Blinking away tears, I shook my head. I was not going to think of him. I felt the Logan in my head stirring at the thought, but I just shoved him back in the mental containment I created for him. Jogging out of the room, I bumped into Gambit. His hands immediately steadied me as his red eyes laughed at me.

"Careful ma cherie," He grinned wolfishly. "You might be falling for me."

Usually I would scoff or roll my eyes at his relentless pursuit of me, but I really needed my mind off Logan. Normally I hated the idea of rebounds as it affects the reboundee, but I needed one badly. And Gambit was actually attractive with his lean laid back frame and his charming smile. It always struck me odd out of all the girls in the Mansion fawning over him, he continued to pursue me. Perhaps the Girl with the Dangerous Skin was a challenge for him.

Step 1 to making Logan realize what he's missing: Show him that I have other options.

"What are ya doing outside mah room?" I asked curiously.

His red eyes portrayed concern despite the flirty attitude he kept up. "I wanted to check up on ma fille favorite (my favorite girl). You weren't at lunch and nobody seen your beautiful face around breakfast. Poor Gambit is hurt by ma beauté. You are hiding, no?"

I shook my head at his antics. "No, Ah just slept in. Can ya walk me down to the cafeteria since ya are here?" Maybe getting to know Gambit wouldn't be so bad.

"Of course, ma cherie." He winked and held out his arm.

The cafeteria was buzzing with voices yet was emptying as students left the large room as lunch hour was almost ending. My eyes immediately sought out Logan, finding him sitting leisurely with a beer in one hand at the teachers table. I was surprised he was still here. I had thought that he had already left. To clear his mind of me. My chest constricted in pain at the sight of him and a strangled gasp left my lips as I struggled to keep my emotions at bay. I must have looked like a gaping fish when his eyes connected with mine. It was as if we were the only ones in the room.

"Is ma cherie okay?" Gambit nudged me worried. Forcing a smile, I kissed his cheek and nodded. A loud growl stopped most conversations in the room. My eyes shot over in the teacher's direction to find him standing up glaring daggers at Gambit and our linked arms. The beer bottle in his hand was broken as if he clenched it too hard. I grew angry at that. What right did he have? He left me! My mind hissed as my heart grasped at the hope of his affections. I quickly squashed it and turned back to Gambit. Suddenly sitting with my friends didn't seem all that appealing anymore.

"Let's get out of here. Ah know of a good burger joint in the city." This was me moving on.

Gambit grinned cockily. "Still don't have enough of me?" His words were sultry and dripped with a mix between desire and teasing. Knowing that Logan could hear every word, I leaned on my tippy-toes to whisper in Gambit's ear.

"Nope, now let's have some more fun, sugah."

As soon as the words left my mouth, a loud roar erupted behind us with a very pissed off looking Logan storming off towards my direction. His fists clenched tight and a snarl on his face. The satisfaction I previously felt at his jealousy dissipated as fear settled in as the distance between us lessened.

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