Rogue hadn't returned to the Mansion after her encounter with Logan until the wee hours of the morning. She'd needed the privacy of the dawn to find her way to her room. His mark was bright and bold against the fairness of her skin and while not ashamed she was far too private to let just anyone see it. Three days later she would have expected it to have long since heeled especially with Logan's gift running through her but the Mark of Wolverine had remained unchanged. It was why despite the warmth of the day a high necked blouse was her friend. She stared out the library window envying the ease with which the young students loaded into cars and drove off into the day. An outing was always fun for them, they would shop and play, have fun like kids their age should. It was something she'd never really known. Their leaving didn't make her lonely though it made her sigh with relief, the less people in the house the easier she breathed. Jean, Scott and Storm had gone with the group somewhere the Professor worked quietly. She knew she needed to speak with him but had been avoiding it since she'd come back from the lake.

Perhaps it was because Logan hadn't been at the Mansion when she'd returned and she didn't expect him to come back any time soon. The Professor was sure to ask what had happened out there and she didn't want to lie, but neither did she want to answer. Sighing she decided to stop putting off the inevitable and took the short walk to the Professor's office.

Knocking she pushed in as he answered, failing to hide her shock as she saw Logan lounging in a chair across from the Professor.

"Ah, excuse me didna know you had company. I can come back later." Rogue aimed her statement at the Professor refusing to look at Logan despite the fact she could hear Wolverine purring his satisfaction at seeing her again inside her mind.

The Professor wasn't blind and neither was he deaf he could see the tension between the two before him and had heard the rumors circling through the mansion over the past few days. "You're not interrupting anything Rogue, please have a seat."

"It's alright Prof it can wait. I prefer to speak in private. I'm going to head out for a bit, maybe when I get back." Rogue stood feeling the loose white skirt she was wearing swirl around her knees, it matched the sleeveless blouse she wore. The neck covered Wolverines mark but still left most of her shoulders bare. The outfit was far more feminine than she normally wore, especially if you took into account the high heeled sandals she'd put on with it. She'd needed it though to feel beautiful, knowing he'd pushed her away yet again, needed it to push away the images of him with other women.

You're not going anywhere dressed like that. Logan's voice was loud and demanding in her head. He rose to stop her from leaving and instinctively she held out a hand forcing him back down.

Logan felt her anger, felt her pain, more than anything he felt the push against the metal in his body and found himself forced back into the chair before he'd ever really gotten up.

Rogue realized what she'd done and pulled her hand back but stopped short of apologizing.

I come and go as I want sugah, just like you. If I wanna leave I doubt you could stop me.

Logan knew he was breathing hard knew the Professor was watching, but all he could do was process his shock and her anger. Knowing just how to leave with the upper hand he ignored the other man in the room and stepped too close for proprieties sake, and let one hand grasp her shoulder just where his mark lay. Grabbing her mind with his own, he gave her the image of him behind her, sliding inside her mouth locked onto her shoulder just as it had been on the grass by the lake. He only allowed it to last for a second and then he stepped from the room.

Rogue was none to steady when he walked away and the string of names she called him as he left had him laughing and Wolverine purring yet again.

Rogue couldn't stop the blush that washed over her when she finally turned back to the Professor. "I suppose you heard all of that."

The Professor knew she wasn't referring to the string of names she had verbally thrown at Wolverine before he'd walked out of the room. She was referring to the silent conversation she'd had with him, one that had simmered with anger and something else the Professor didn't want to think too closely on.

"No Rogue I didn't. You and Logan were silent until he left. I'm guessing that's why you came to speak to me. Your powers have changed."

Rogue flicked a glance at him. "You heard nothing?"

The Professor shook his head again.

Rogue sat back down again "Yes that's why I came. I don't know how but I can speak to him and he can speak to me. It's not like when I talk to you or Jean though it's…..stronger"

Xavier nodded, she rarely came to him but had agreed long ago that anytime her powers changed or something new came up she would tell him. The fact that she would come to him even with this made him realize she really did trust him.

"Rogue, I didn't hear what was said but I'm not blind and it's obvious what's between the two of you." He heard her bitter laugh understood it and continued anyways. "He never could have stayed back then, you were far too young." Xavier cleared his throat suddenly feeling embarrassed himself.

"I'm not a fool Prof, but what everyone seems to forget is no one talked to me about it. I didna get a choice at all. Nothing was said to me. I had him in my head but he was gone. Doesn't seem too fair if you ask me."

Xavier found he could only nod. He started to say something but she stopped him by standing up and walking to the door. "I don't blame you. But I'm not going to let him hurt me again either. "

Needing to clear her head Rogue made her way to the garden, grateful for the breeze and the way it washed over her cooling her heated skin. She was waiting knowing he would find her here.

Logan hadn't taken long to find her. Her scent as always called him, even above the flowers and the grass he could single her out. It was different since Wolverine had claimed her by the lake but no less intoxicating. She stood amongst the roses white amongst the red watching him approach her. It was a pronouncement to her innocence one that made Wolverine audibly growl out his approval. He smelled her instant arousal and saw her smile.

"It's too bad you don't want me sugah, cuz he sure does" Rogue pulled a rose from its stem and walked toward one of the stone benches at the edge of the garden.

Logan stumbled as he followed her feeling anger take him as she sat calmly on the edge of the bench, twirling the rose in her hands.

"What did you say?"

Rogue looked up at him, cocking her head in confusion. "I know you hear just fine darling, you heard me."

Logan took the rose from her hands and threw it to the ground, grasping her hips he picked her up and turned them till he was seated where she had been and she was straddling his lap. "Where the hell did you get the idea I didn't want you Marie?"

Anger in her eyes she tried to ignore the feel of him pressing into her through the thin fabric of her skirt and instead sent back the images of him with numerous women.

Logan clenched her tightly when she would have pulled away. "I'm sorry for that, I could make excuses but I won't lie I couldn't have been expected to be celibate for that many years."

Rogue felt her stomach lurch, "Yet you expected it of me."

Wolverine roared in Logan's head loud enough that Logan knew she heard. "It's not fair, not right but it's who I am. If you accept who he is then you accept me Rogue we are the same. But don't fool yourself into believing I never wanted you." He saw her look away and it dawned on him she had believed it.

Rogue shifted in his lap and cried out when his denim covered erection came into even closer contact with her body. In her mind Wolverine called to her Mine

Yes she sighed it out as Logan's hands found the single button at the collar of her blouse. It parted and his mouth was on his mark caressing, soothing, then sinking deep flooding her body with pleasure yet again.

Will it always be like this? She was asking Wolverine but it was Logan that answered.

Yes, you've been claimed; the mark will never heal unless you turn him, us away, your body will always know this touch. Logan heard her pleasure filled sigh and his body grew even harder. His hand crept beneath her skirt, sliding up the silk of her skin not going as slow as he would have liked yet seemingly taking forever. He reached the edge of lace and with a snick of slow sliding metal the fabric was gone. She gasped and he chuckled. He wanted to go slower but the beast was riding him and she was making the sweetest sounds of encouragement. His fingers found her heat her soft curls and the wetness there was damn near his undoing.

"Fuck!"

Rogue felt his fingers against her soft skin, parting her, plying at her skin and she nearly screamed, instead her body responded with a rush of wetness to his touch. Her eyes snapped open a blush flaming her cheeks. His face transfixed her, nostrils flared eyes wild with need and watching her. He saw her blush and shook his head claiming her mouth with his own.

Logan saw her blush and was reassured again that he was the first man to touch her like this. Wolverine purred and Logan took her mouth dueling his tongue with hers. Gently he pushed one finger inside her and her softness was dizzying. She was so damn tiny, so tight around him he knew she would feel incredible wrapped around him.

Rogue reached out with her mind wanting more but not knowing what that was. Hips shifting and a low growl in her throat she finally reached out for Wolverine and Logan as one.

Please

Logan groaned against her mouth, trying to maintain some sort of control. Cautiously he slid another finger inside her and began creating a gentle rhythm, slowly he moved in and out. She whimpered against him her twitching her hips and he moved his hand quicker until the tips of his fingers encountered something that made him freeze and Wolverine shudder with pleasure. He forced himself to pause to count to ten.

Logan what did I do. Her body screamed for release and she felt him pulling away.

Oh sweet, nothing, but I won't take you like this out here in the damn garden. It wouldn't be safe. I won't leave you like this but neither will we finish this the way I'd like. As he spoke Logan continued his gentle stroking unable to resist a gentle push now and then at the barrier that so satisfied both him and Wolverine.

Lost in her pleasure filled state it took just that long for Rogue to catch what he was referring to and she was mortified until a flick of Logan's wrist and a whisper from Wolverine in her mind made her flood with pleasure yet again.

Want Mine he wanted her but he was in agreement with Logan that this was neither the time nor the place, before she could think any further Logan's thumb rubbed across the soft skin hidden beneath her curls and she was flying in his arms.