The girl…he hadn't asked her name yet…followed him out of the bar. "My truck is parked around back." He thought a moment. "You can ride with me a while." She had a nice rack and a really nice ass, but that wasn't the only reason he was taking her. She was too young and too…not of this lifestyle…to be left behind. She'd be dead by morning in this weather, and that's if she was lucky. He may be a bastard, but he wasn't that much of a bastard.
A drunken male voice called out, "Hey, Wolverine! You think you're so tough. You come in here, beat the shit outta some idiots and take all our money. But I know what you are!"
He stopped, watching as four men came out of the darkness. He pushed the girl behind himself. "What's that?"
"A fuckin' mutant, that's what! And we don't like mutants come up here and fuckin' with us!"
The men came closer, and Wolverine noticed at least two of them had weapons. Shit. Nothing for it, he thought, and popped his claws. He heard the girl gasp as five nine-inch adamantium blades slide from between his knuckles. "I guarantee there will be no fuckin' going on here, fellas."
Two of the men took off running. The loud mouth use the liquid courage that had not run down his leg at the sight of the claws to say, "You see! He's a fuckin' mutant! Fuckin' animal!"
Wolverine laughed. "Don't you know it's not a good idea to play with wild animals?"
The drunk charged, and Wolverine easily caught him up in the claws. As the body fell, Wolverine heard the muffled scream of the girl. The second man had rushed behind him while he was distracted and was dragging the girl behind the building. Wolverine turned and strode forward, but stopped when he realized the man was slowing. He watched as the man stopped, turned grey, and slumped forward, knocking the girl to the ground and pinning her under his body.
Retracting the claws, Wolverine tossed the man's body aside and helped the girl up. "So, your power is…?"
She looked at his face carefully, and he could smell her fear. "Ah have poison skin. Ah can suck the life out of people. But Ah can control it!" she added quickly.
She doesn't want to scare me away, he thought. Here I am, the fearsome Wolverine, and this 90 pound girl thinks I'm going to be afraid of her.
"That is pretty handy. Let's go." Is all he said, leading her to the truck and peeling out of the parking lot before police could be called. Last thing a pair of mutants need is police.
They were miles from the bar when Wolverine spoke again. "What's your name?"
"Rogue."
"The fuck kind of name is Rogue?" he chuckled.
"The fuck kind of name is Wolverine?" she returned. He chuckled louder. Tough little thing.
"My name is Logan."
"Marie."
Logan noticed her rubbing her hands together and turned on the heat. "Nice to meet you, Marie. How did a Southern girl like you end up in Canada?"
She told him how her father had packed her bag and pushed her out the door with a hundred dollars in her hand when her powers had come in. She'd been on the receiving end of her first kiss and put her neighbor boy in a coma. She told Logan how she'd been on the road at least eight months, but she wasn't sure because she didn't know exactly what day it was.
Logan was pissed. He growled deep in his throat. He could feel the Wolverine pushing into his mind. This was not a typical bar hopping bitch. This was an innocent young girl who was just like him. A mutant.
"You hungry? When's the last time you ate?" He needed to get his mind off the things he'd like to do to Marie's father. Starting with using his claws to make sure he never had any more children.
"Um…two days ago, maybe? Yes, Ah'm starvin'!" Marie smiled, a real smile, and both Logan and the Wolverine felt a pull.
He pulled into an all night diner and told her to order anything she wanted. She hesitated. "Ah don't wanna sound ungrateful, Logan, but Ah…Ah don't know what you want from me. Ah've been on the road almost a year and ain't nobody done shit for me without expecting something."
Logan nodded. "Right now, I want you to eat. Then, I'm going to rent a motel room, and you're going to shower and sleep. Tomorrow, you're going to go to the Laundromat and wash our clothes while I drink some beer."
"And then?"
"And then we'll probably want to eat again. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, kid."
Marie nodded and ordered.
The motel was seedy and dirty, just like all the other motels he'd been in over the years. "You can shower first," he told Marie. She dug through her bag and pulled out clothes that looked moderately clean.
She gestured to the sole bed in the room. "Ah…Ah think…"
"It was the only room they had. I ain't expecting anything."
Marie visibly relaxed. "Okay. Sorry."
Logan lit a cigar and lounged on the bed. "Don't worry about it."
He couldn't help but picture her in the shower. He'd gotten a pretty good look at her once she'd removed her hoody, and though she was very thin he could tell she had a killer body. But he didn't want to scare her off. Even though he could just picture water running down between her lush breasts, down her flat stomach, between her legs…he was starting to get hard. Shit. Nice way to "not scare her", Logan. He turned on the television and concentrated on a random hockey game.
She came out with her hair wrapped in a towel, her teeshirt showing her bra-less breasts and her sweat pants riding low enough to reveal a ribbon of smooth skin Logan desperately wanted to taste. He watched as she bent over her bag, her sweatpants doing nothing to disguise the round ass that Logan could just imagine running his hands over…
"You okay, sugah?" she asked, running a brush through her wet hair.
"Um, yah. I'm gonna shower, darlin'. Don't touch my beer."
