A/N this is for my friend and fellow author, RogueBHS. Don't know if this is quite what you wanted but as you say sometimes the stories write themselves :D. Hope you enjoy it and hope everyone else does to.
She feels like a fool.
She knew he was trouble from the moment he swaggered into her life with his eyes like midnight pools and words that melted off his tongue like Cajun butter and made her weak in the knees. His promises of forever and the sun rising and setting on her shoulders sting in the back of her throat. Little did she realize that while she learned to control her powers he was just busy controlling her with smiles and lies. She gave him everything not realizing that all he did was take. Her eyes sting with tears when she remembers that she gave him the one thing she could never get back and he had marked her forever not in love but in conquest.
It all comes out at the bar, meant to be a time to unwind disguised as a team building exercise by Logan . She thinks it's the greatest thing in the world seeing them all so much at ease. Scott is apparently a quite skilled pool shark, Kurt drunkenly giggling as he draws a mustache on a passed out kitty, and Logan and Ro dancing to the jukebox for the last hour oblivious to the rest of the world.
Her heart warmed until she hit that ladies room door and then it shattered. Her head was spinning but she heard the murmurs from the stall, velvety french words married with sighs and grunts and then a flash of perfect red hair. She would have thrown up but was too scared of discovery as she slipped out the door.
She's on her eighth whiskey and her last tear when she notices Scott stealing glances at her trying to discern what is wrong. He's about to ask her when the devil himself emerges from the bathroom hallway to challenge him with a shit eating grin. She knows that this isn't going to end well and about forty minutes later, it doesn't. Pissed that he lost the game , Remy makes a crude comment that everyone can clearly understand, especially Scott.
The next morning Rogue will reflect on the moments proceeding and come to two conclusions:
She feels bad that Logan had to pay for the pool cue …. and table …. and window after Scott had left.
And that she should feel bad that Remy can only piss with the assistance of a bag for the next two weeks … but she doesn't.
She's on her tenth whiskey and her third chuckling head shake as the rest of the bar seems frozen in time. Scott casually wipes the glass off his shirt, grabs the keys for Logan's bike and the pulls her towards the door. He stops only to look at Jean impassively and spit directly in her face before walking out the door.
Rogue follows without a word and gets on the back of the bike. They don't stop until they are deep into the woods. Not a word is spoken as he lifts her against the tree and takes her. It is hot and angry, rough and fast as they both finish noisily.
Then he buries his head in her shoulder and cries. After a few seconds she does the same and they hold onto each other and crush each other in their arms so tight that it hurts just so they can feel something other than they are feeling now or maybe giving physicality to the feeling ripping at both their hearts.
They don't know if it is revenge or anger or comfort or something else. They just cry until they can't anymore as she runs her hands through his hair and he kisses the tears on her cheek.