A/N: Thank you to all of my reviewers, followers, and favorites! It was very encouraging to see and made me want to update so much more. I meant to have part two up wayyy before now, but life and all that. Anyway, here it is! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it but the dance concept :(

Rogan Fan
The Dance
Part 2/2

Logan led Rogue confidently toward the dance floor, pleased to notice her peaceful poise and the dignity with which she carried herself while finding her inner turmoil amusing. He could hear how fast her heart was pounding and smell the intense anxiety rolling off of her, but he ignored it, knowing her worries were unwarranted. Meanwhile, she was noticing just how many people were in the magnificent room, all of which it seemed were openly staring at the two with shocked expressions, pointing and whispering to one another.

'Oh Lord, this is gonna be terrible! Ah don't dance and surely Logan has never done anythin' like this before. Ah can't picture the burley Wolverine dancin' even now. What the hell has gotten inta him? If this is just some sort of pity move on his part, Ah swear Ah'll kill him for makin' meh look like a fool in front of everyone. It's bad enough they don't wanna get close, but Ah don't want them laughin' at meh either. Well if they do, at least it'll be easy to avoid them...'

Logan walked by the DJ first, Rogue's hand still gripped in his own. He briefly growled to "play somethin' a person can actually dance to, Bub" then lead her on to the dance floor. She again noticed the ever present gawking faces of her peers as she followed and grimaced at Kitty and Jubilee who were huddled together practically vibrating with glee. They were always asking about her and Logan's "relationship" and when she would tell them there wasn't one and call them pervs, they would just give her an all-knowing look that bugged the hell outta her.

'Well it's gonna be sooo much fun being attacked and interrogated by them later. Not.'

"Logan, really, Ah can't dance, this is just gonna be terrible. Ah appreciate your effort to try and make meh feel better but you really, reallydon't hafta do this Sugah. Ah don't care that nobody wanted to dance."

"Well I do. And give me some credit, kid, I'm not a complete animal."

'Okay, that smirk he just gave me is a little comforting. Sort of.'

He guided her with gentle ease to a beginning pose, swirling her slightly to face him, lifting her hand to rest on his shoulder and finally pulling her close, resting his own hand snuggly around her waist. He took her remaining hand in his again and paused briefly to look into her dread-filled eyes once more.

"You look like I just kicked your favorite kitten. Lighten up Darlin', this isn't supposed to be torture."

She ignored his efforts to lighten her mood. "Logan Ah can't do this. Ah don't know how."

"Shut up and just follow my lead Marie." And he was off, moving with a commanding skill that completely blindsided her. She couldn't do anything but look at him in astonishment as he swept her around the dance floor, making her feel as elegant as her borrowed attire with his newly revealed abilities. It was completely effortless with his lead and she soon found herself laughing with delighted mirth at the sensation. As the song (which she never even heard) ended, he dipped her gently and sat her on her feet once more as the last beat vanished.

"Where the hell did you everlearn to dance like that Logan?

He just shrugged, "You pick up on a few things here and there when you've lived as long as I have. Plus it comes in pretty handy when I'm trying to pick up a classier broad." He replied, wagging his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help the smile lighting her face as he began moving again with the beginning of another song.

They danced for the next half hour straight and she couldn't name a single song that played. She was so lost in the smile on his face that came with seeing her completely thrilled with his actions. She was lost in the sensation of a firm masculine arm wrapped around her delicate frame and a hard body pressed against her softness, a feeling she was regularly deprived of. As they danced, the space between them steadily decreased until she was able to lay her head against his shoulder, close her eyes and surrender completely to his guidance. She focused on the pleasure of Logan's skilled control and the friction of her dress against her skin and let the rest of the world drift away for a while. She never felt the beginning ache in her feet because he kept her swirling around the room making her feel weightless. She never saw those gawking faces again which quickly turned sour with envy. Her two best friends couldn't have been more delighted.

It was nearing midnight, almost an hour after Logan led Rogue to dance when she decided that her feet had had enough. She didn't really want to stop, comical after the stubborn resistance she put up againststarting in the first place, but she knew she would be paying dearly the next morning; She wasn't accustomed to strappy heels and they were already taking their toll from twirling around the room.

She and Logan walked back to their seats together and he laughed when she plopped down and immediately yanked off the shoes she had previously been so careful with.

"Feet sore?"

"Yeah. Completely your fault too, jerk." She grinned at him.

"That was my goal kid." He leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up unceremoniously and looked around for his beer. 'Oh well, it would be flat now anyway.'

It was at this time that Bobby chose to strut up and ask Rogue to dance.

"Oh, are all of your promised dances up now?" She asked innocently. Logan glared at the boy.

"Uhh, yep! Got all of those out of the way." Bobby replied cheerfully, looking expectantly at Rogue and ignoring the Wolverine.

"Well gee Bobby, it's too bad you didn't get a chance in the three hours Ah was here all alone earlier. Ah'm just too tired now. I think Ah'm gonna call it a night after that last dance. It would have been awfully hard to top anyway." She patted his arm patronizingly as she walked by, leaving him gaping at the rejection.

Logan just chuckled at the boy, still standing shocked, and walked out behind Rogue. He saw her walking away, lost in thought, barefoot and swinging her shoes in one hand.

'Ah still can't believe what just happened. We've been close friends for two years and Ah never once imagined he was capable of such stunning dancing. It was… well damn, it was sexy. Lord, Ah can't start thinkin' this way again. Well. Too late. Who could blame meh after this though? Ugg Jubes and Kitty are gonna be nightmares. Why am Ah friends with them again?..."

She was lost in the scent of Logan on her dress and recent memories of his embrace, trying desperately to stay detached, but already working on memorizing the way his arm felt around her waist.

"I'm proud of ya kid."

She turned at the sound of his voice, still smiling. "Why? Because Ah didn't fall on mah ass? That was your doing."

"Because you stood your own and didn't give iceboy a second chance when he didn't deserve one, the shithead." He caught up to her and they continued casually down the hall together.

"Yeah his face was pretty priceless wasn't it?" she laughed quietly.

They reached the fork in the hallway that would lead either to the kitchens or to the stairs for the upper level containing the bedrooms and paused.

"Thank you Logan. You really didn't have to do any of this… But I'm really glad you did. I had a wonderful time after all." She put her hand on his arm and steadied herself as she leaned on her toes and kissed him softly on his cheekbone, near the corner of his eye. Just briefly enough that her mutation didn't have time to register the contact.

He took her hand and spun her one last time letting her go in time to start walking backwards toward the stairs.

"Anytime kid. Goodnight."

"G'night Logan." She turned and was gone.

The odd feeling in Logan's chest hadn't faded yet, but he ignored it. After all, she was still just a kid and he just wanted to take care of her, make sure she was treated right and lived the carefree life a teen should have, a carefree life that she had been deprived of for too long. Yeah, he just wanted to take care of her like he promised. That was all…

"Fuck, I need another beer."

A/N: The End! I wanted to write Rogue and Logan in their strong friendship stage and while I got a few requests for bedroom scenes (and while I am all for those!) I thought it was a little early at this stage and Rogue is still a little too young in this story… So what did everyone think? I would love to have some feedback since this was my first story. How is the writing style? Is it easy/confusing to follow? Etc.. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :)