Setting: This is a fanfic based on the x-men comics . Rogue has just switched to the "good side", and Logan is just returning from one of his escapades. The X Mansion. Logan's POV

Rating: R . Adult scenes and language.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Marvel does. Also, I'm not making any money off them.

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Spit Fire

Ch. 1: Strike One

Logan inhaled deeply, enjoying the woody smoke that flowed from the cigar into his mouth. He chewed it absently, as he swaggered up the long gravel path that led to the Xavier institute. There was a chill in the air, but his sheepskin coat was wide-open nevertheless. The metal in his skeleton gave him a perpetual chill anyway.

He braced himself as he approached the doors of the mansion. He'd been gone for almost a year. Never had another place felt as close to home as this one. Although he was hostile to everyone any chance he got, there was genuine happiness here. And love. His mind drifted to the thought of Jean. Perfect, with flame red hair and radiant features. And her musky sweet scent never failed to put him in the right mood. Too bad he never had a chance. Too bad she had the all-too-perfect husband.

Logan pulled hard on the heavy door, and nearly walked right into the person on the other side.

Who's up at this time of night his mind thundered. It was nearly 3 AM, and he was hoping to just "be there" in the morning. He hated when people ruined his dramatic entrances. He lowered his eyes to glare at the accused mood-killer...and was surprised.

His first glance was of a shock of red hair. His mind flashed on Jean, but he knew immediately it couldn't be her. Jean was a practical woman, who went to bed a practical hour. The girl raised her head to look at him, her forest-green eyes showing the same mix of surprise and anger that he had been feeling a moment ago. She looked to be about nineteen, and one hundred percent hellfire. She was adorned in low-cut worn leather pants and a very clingy dark red tank-top. Her arms were covered in sapphire-hued ballroom gloves that came to the elbows. Wild, untamed red hair hung a little past her shoulders, with the smallest hint of white framing her face. She looked fierce. Wild. Logan was immediately turned-on.

"Who the hell are you?" came the spat-out question, in a sensual Southern drawl.

She was sexy already...add a Southern drawl and wow.

"I was about to ask you the same question." Logan said around his cigar. He shifted his burlap sack to another shoulder, and maneuvered around the girl in the doorway. He knew she'd been on her way out, and he was hoping to catch her attention, if not her curiosity. He played the strikeout game in his head.

If she doesn't turn to follow you...strike one.

She turned as he walked past.

Marvelous.

She had a spark of curiosity in her eyes, completely replacing the surprise and anger from before. Logan could feel her eyes burning into him as he walked.

"My name's Rogue. I just...transferred here."

"Bullshit." Logan said, dropping his sack and turning around. "You were recruited. I can smell your lie."

She didn't deny anything. "So what's your name?"

"Logan." He was keeping it short. He wanted her to be very interested in him. Maybe he'd get a little action after his long absence. She'd do.

If she doesn't ask another question...strike.

"That's not nearly cool enough. What's your X name?"

This was going to be easy

"Wolverine."

"Why?"

"Why?"

Logan strode up to her, slowly so that she'd have time to notice him coming. Time to feel awkward. But she barely flinched. Slowly he extracted one claw and traced it lightly down the curve of her waist to the rise of her hip, where he shot the other two out quickly. They didn't pierce her skin, but there was definite pressure. She jumped slightly, but Logan didn't think fear caused the adrenaline to surge. He liked this girl.

"Now, what's your X name?" he asked, barely whispering, leaning in.

"Rogue." she said, ever so slyly.

"Well, what is it that you are capable of? Why'd old Charlie recruit you?" He was grinning.

Now it was Rogue's turn to lean in. And she did it quickly. Her lips were millimeters from Logan's. His grin faltered and he looked surprised. Girls were usually afraid to take the lead with him.

"I'll show you." she whispered, taking his cigar in her hand. Her lips were almost brushing his. Rogue finally filled the space between them, pressing her lips to Logan's. She wrapped the gloved arms around his neck and pressed her taught body to his. He slid his arms around her waist, claws still out.

This is an incredible kiss...I think I'm seeing stars...

She slipped her tongue past his lips.

Fuck...I'm getting lightheaded...she'd be a phenomenal lay.

Logan's knees buckled, and he felt weak. He was unsteady in her arms, and pain was starting to branch from his lips outward. He suddenly felt very turned-off about this kiss, and it took all his power to pull away from her. He stumbled until he found the wall to lean against, panting. He had a massive headache and, surprisingly, a massive erection.

"I have the power every woman wants, Logan. I have the ability to take you with me when I'm done with you, and leave you hurting." She strode over to him, and leaned in again. Her hand found his groin. She squeezed lightly, and it just about sent Logan over the edge. The pain in his body mixed with the pleasure she could give was overwhelming. She whispered in his ear:

"I'm afraid that's strike one. But I have a feeling you'll try again." She put his cigar in her mouth, and wiggled her fingers at him, before swaggering my swagger away, and out the door.

Logan was confused. Her confidence bewildered him, and despite being humiliated here in the hallway, he couldn't wait to see her again.