Sweet Dreams,
Rogue/Logan one-shot.
I sigh, running my hands over abs that are literally crafted from steel. Capturing my mouth, he slides his hands up my torso, under my shirt, skimming the smooth skin on my stomach. He shifts, covering my body with his as I struggle to remove his shirt, tossing it carelessly over the side of the couch. He chuckles, dipping his mouth to kiss my belly button. I moan, whispering his name into the night air. His mouth moves higher as he pushes my shirt up to expose my skin to his inquisitive touch. I whimper, pulling his face up to mine, needing to taste his mouth again. He murmers my name softly, and I feel him shaking my shoulder. Wait. Shaking my shoulder?
"Rogue... Rogue!" I open my eyes. It was a dream. It's always a dream.
"Wha-what?" I rub my eyes; I had fallen asleep on the couch again. I haven't been able to sleep lately so I've started watching late-night documentary shows. Figures they would bore me to sleep. Logan, the subject of my dreams and idle fantasies, is kneeling in front of me. A wandering hand reaches out to smooth my hair, but he catches himself and the hand drops to his side.
"You were... mumbling," he tells me, refusing to look me in the eye.
Shit. I sit up quickly, pulling a blanket across my shoulders subconsciously. "Yeah. Uh, I had a bad dream."
"What was it about?"
I swallow, forming a lie to placate him. "I was bein'... chased. By an alligator." The look in his eyes tells me he doesn't buy my story for a minute, but thankfully he does not press me. "I should be gettin' back to bed," I stand and drop the blanket onto the couch cushions that are still warm with the memory of his touch.
"Rogue?"
I turn and my heart beats faster. "Y-yes?"
He grins crookedly, "sweet dreams."
