Rating: M
Author's Note: First of all, you will have to live through some Logan/Jean and Scott/Marie interaction, so that's just a warning up front. There may be some elements of semi-nonconsensual sex...that's another warning. Do not read if things like that offend you. Let's assume Marie has control over her power now. I'm not explaining this because it would just take up time in my story that I need for Rogan smut and arguments. The end of X2 and X Men 3 NEVER happened, therefore, everyone is alive in this fic. alexmonalisa provided the inspiration for this plot.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. I'm just playing!
Marie remembered the night he told her. No matter how much time passed, she couldn't stop feeling as though it just happened to her.
Pain like that always lingers...like the sting of a paper cut when you accidentally get salt on it hours later.
She remembered sitting in her room, being unequivocally happy that he decided to favor her with an evening visit...but her joy was short lived as soon as she saw the look on his face. She knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to break her heart.
After all, he was the only man who held the power to break her heart. She and Bobby had broken up shortly after Logan's return because he felt her heart wasn't his alone.
Bobby always was a bit of a drama queen, but this time, he hit the nail on the head. Her heart didn't just belong to him. She had, and always would, carry a torch for Logan...and everyone knew it.
He stood in her doorway with his hands in his pockets, "Gotta minute, kid? I need to talk to you."
Marie nodded and stepped aside so that he could enter her room. She slowly closed the door behind him and turned around, "What's up?"
He looked down, then back up into her eyes as if he had to muster up enough courage to talk, "Jean and I are together now."
Logan couldn't help but notice that her face now looked the exact same way as the night he stabbed her through the chest. She even flinched as though she felt physical pain.
He continued after clearing his throat, "I just wanted to tell you myself before you heard it from anyone else...since...you're my friend..."
Marie took a few deep breaths and desperately tried not to look the way she felt, which was hurt, confused and angry. Wasn't Jean engaged to Scott?
She made up a generic excuse about forgetting to turn the lights out in the gym and rushed from the room before the tears sprang out of her eyes. She ran as fast as she could toward no particular destination. She only knew she wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
Marie burst through the doors of the garage and took a shuddering breath before allowing a strangled sob to escape her throat. She dropped to her knees and put her face in her hands...
She hated feeling so hurt. She wished she cold feel anything else but this hurt. Why couldn't she hate him? Why couldn't she completely forget about her stupid little fantasies to one day, know what it feels like to be loved and desired by him?
Two nights later, Marie had stashed a bottle of vodka in the garage and was making her way down to have another couple of shots to ease the Logan-induced pain. When she entered, she was surprised to see Scott sitting on a stool, helping himself to the bottle.
It was obvious he hadn't shaved since he was jilted and his hair was without product for the first time since she'd ever met him.
He glanced over his shoulder at her and held up the bottle of vodka, "This yours?"
"Uhh..."
He shrugged and took a swig, "You're not a student anymore, remember? Besides...I wouldn't say anything even if you were...I'm lacking motivation right now. Pull up a chair."
She sat next to him and took the offered bottle. She took a small sip and cringed slightly as the liquid burned her throat.
They drank in silence for nearly fifteen minutes before she finally spoke, "I'm sorry about what happened."
He looked at her for a long time, "Thanks...me too." Scott took another sip and looked at her, "He broke your heart, huh?"
Marie took the bottle, "I guess so."
"Ya know...I would tell you not to worry...that you're young and beautiful and you'll definitely find someone who's worth your time...but I know it wouldn't help. Storm said something like that to me yesterday and it made me feel even worst."
"Wow...Storm called you beautiful?"
Scott rolled his eyes, "Smart ass."
She let out a small, brief laugh before handing the bottle back, "I don't even know why I'm here...drinking. You're the one who deserves to be upset...you deserve this whole bottle...I should go."
"You're gonna leave me to drink by myself and deprive me of your sunny personality?"
Marie rolled her eyes and smiled genuinely for the first time in over 48 hours. Scott smirked, "There's a comforting sight..."
"What?"
He took a sip and looked into her eyes, "Your smile."
Less than twenty minutes later, her panties were off and he was leaning over her, in between her open legs as she sat back on the hood of his car.
Despite the fact that they were drunk, the kisses they shared were passionate and full of need and comfort. She gasped and whispered his name as he began pumping in and out of her.
Marie wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together behind him as he drove into her, pushing her further back against the hood of the car.
It didn't take long before they were both cumming, their bodies shuddering as they recovered from their perspective orgasms.
Scott leaned back slightly and looked at her, "You ok?"
Marie nodded slowly, "Yeah...you?"
He cleared his throat and pulled out of her before stowing himself away in his pants, "Yeah."
She could tell the situation had the potential to be really awkward, so she spoke quickly, "This is just two friends...in a bad situation. We just wanted to have a little fun, right?"
He nodded and smiled, "Yeah. Exactly...we're both hurt. We just needed a little comfort."
She laughed nervously, "Absolutely. We're ok, right?"
"Right! We're ok."
They left the garage that night under the assumption that they'd never have sex again...but the following week, she found herself pressed up against the wall of his room, moaning as he pumped into her.
At first, she wasn't sure if their sexual encounters were nothing more than misplaced revenge against Logan and Jean...but the more time they spent together, the more they clicked.
Meanwhile, her friendship with Logan was unrecognizable.
He'd actually tried to keep things as normal between them as possible, but she was adamant about keeping him at arms length. He kept inviting her to hang out or to go out to eat, but she kept offering up excuses and taking rain checks.
When Logan showed up to her door to invite her for a ride on his new motorcycle, she looked at him like he had three heads.
"Are you serious, Logan? It's a week night...I'm busy."
He nodded, "Come on. It'll only be an hour. We haven't had a chance to hang out in weeks...what's the big deal?"
"I said I'm busy."
She shook her head and started to close the door directly in his face, but he placed a hand on the door to stop her, "Alright, kid...I've tried to be there for you...to keep things normal between us, but you're not helping."
"Logan, sorry...I appreciate you looking out for me and everything, but I'm a grown woman now. You're free...obviously."
He furrowed his eyebrows, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means we have different lives now and there's not much room in it for this friendship...it means we don't have to be friends anymore."
In his shock, he relented his grip on the door, giving her the opportunity to close it in his face. He stood there, staring at the wooden panel of her bedroom door for a good five minutes before slowly walking down the hallway.
It would only take him a few months to figure out why that exchange hurt him so badly.
Although Scott and Marie found comfort in each other in the months following their initial encounter, the news of Jean and Logan's quickie courthouse wedding still shook them both to the core.
She and Scott disappeared from the mansion for two days. No one knew they were together at a nearby hotel, attempting to fuck the fact that Jean and Logan were now married right out of their heads.
Marie would eventually realize how unhealthy their coping mechanisms were...but during that moment...she needed the mind numbing sensation sex brought.
She laid against Scott's chest in the hotel room, gently tracing a finger over his hairless chest as he allowed his fingers to play through her hair.
Her fingers suddenly stopped as she let out a deep breath, "What are we doin', Scott?"
He let out a deep breath and shook his head, "I dunno yet..."
His uncertainty didn't last for very long. His sexually charged friendship with her had turned into something far more meaningful than he could have imagined.
Scott fell in love with her.
They managed to keep their relationship a secret for a full six months, but Scott was growing restless. He openly admitted to her that he wanted her to be his girlfriend, but Marie wasn't sure she wanted to deal with the drama that would come from announcing their relationship.
Despite her desire for secrecy, she loved the random quickies they enjoyed all over the mansion.
She giggled as he pulled her into his office. His lips immediately went to her neck as she hastily whispered, "Scott! We don't have time!"
He murmured against her skin, "Just give me five minutes..."
"Five?"
He paused and nodded a little, "Alright...ten...ten minutes. Come on baby..."
Marie laughed as he sat her on the edge of the desk and moved a hand up her skirt. Too bad neither of them heard Logan walk in...Scott could have prepared himself for what was about to happen.
She screamed as Scott was suddenly snatched from off of her and thrown against the opposite wall by a growling Logan. Marie scrambled off of the desk and yelled Logan's name as he began advancing on Scott, who was slowly getting to his feet.
She rushed in front of Logan to block his way to Scott and slapped him as hard as she could, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
He barely responded to the slap as he pointed accusingly at Scott, "No, what the fuck is wrong with YOU! I walk in and see Scott all over you and I'm the bad guy for stopping him?"
"First of all, it's none of your goddamn business who's all over me. Secondly...Scott and I have been together for six months. I'd be pissed if he WASN'T all over me."
Logan's mouth dropped open in shock, "You...and Scooter? I don't...I don't..."
"You don't, what? You don't approve? Do I look like I care?"
Marie rolled her eyes and turned around to check on Scott, whose head had a nasty bruise forming on it. She gently touched his cheek and frowned, "Let's get some ice."
Scott took great pleasure in soaking up Marie's tender loving care in front of a fuming Logan. He'd followed them to the kitchen, growling and muttering the whole way.
He clenched his jaw as he watched Marie step between Scott's legs as he sat on a stool to apply an ice pack to the side of his head. She stroked his cheek with her other hand and sighed, "You ok?"
Scott nodded and glanced over her shoulder at the seething Logan, "Why are you still here?"
"I need to talk to Marie."
She spoke without even turning to look at him. She simply stared down at Scott as she continued to press the ice pack to his head, "We don't have anything to talk about."
Logan's eyebrows scrunched up.
He had accepted that his and Marie's friendship wasn't the same now that he was with Jean...but he was not prepared to see her in Scott's arms.
It suddenly dawned on him that he wouldn't be prepared to see her in anyone's arms.
He sensed Jean approaching and cleared all thoughts of Marie from his head. He'd gotten used to having to hide certain thoughts from her. It wasn't easy having a telepath for a wife.
When Jean entered and took in the scene, she looked at Logan concernedly, "What's going on in here?"
Logan held a hand out toward Marie and Scott, "You wanna tell her or should I?"
Jean looked confused, "Tell me what?"
"Well, darlin'...it seems Marie and Scott here have been hidin' a bit of an affair from everyone for the past six months."
Jean blinked rapidly as Marie stared daggers at Logan. She didn't understand how her emotions for him had gone from admiration and love to intense anger and disdain...but here she was, wishing she could slap him clean across the face again. There was definitely a thin line between love and hate, and Logan had pushed and pulled Marie all over it.
When Jean finally spoke, Marie took note of the shakiness of her voice, "Oh...oh...wow. That's...I don't really know what to say."
Scott stood and took Marie's hand, "We're two unattached adults...and our relationship is our business. Now if you'll excuse us..."
They brushed between Jean and Logan, walking hand in hand. As they walked out, Logan's eyes connected with Marie's for a brief moment before she disappeared out of the room.
Surprise! This is why there wasn't an update on Memory and Instinct tonight. Alexmonalisa inspired this plot idea! My awesome readers are the only reason why I don't constantly fall victim to writer's block. You guys rock.
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