Paws For Thought.
Chapter Three: Shake your tail feathers! Er, fur?
Rogue found herself snickering mentally as she listened to Logan yelling at Jubilee since he had found out she had been the last one in the laundry room as well as the last one who had used the box cutter. At least that was what his heightened senses had told him. After all, even though he had smelt her she was just a cat. A cat obviously could not get all his shirts and wifebeaters, take them down two floors, and rip them to shreds could they? Thats what the idiotic moron known as Logan thought anyway.
Still, he was her idiotic moron.
She literally bounced towards the pair, tail in the air and a smug air around herself as she sung her favourite song 'Burlesque' by Christina Agulera inside her head. Logan found himself pausing as he watched the feline prance by and despite himself found himself raising an eyebrow at the thing. Clearly it thought the place was her mansion already. He was about to yell at the yellow firecracker once more when the Ice Queen herself, Emma Frost, threw open a nearby door glaring at everyone in sight.
"If whoever is singing Burlesque doesn't quit it in the next two seconds I'm frying their god damn brain off! That includes you Sparky!"
She snapped, giving an extra special glare Jubilee's way before disappearing back inside the room she came from. Rogue had immediately quietened at the sight of the lingerie-clad blonde. Was that Emma Frost? Since when had she been a good guy? Sure, they needed a telepath here what with Professor X and Jean gone but surely they could have gotten someone else? Surely there was an equally powerful and nice telepath out there that could work Cerebro? Of course Rogue knew she could do it if she touched Emma for a bit, and got back into human form mind you, but she hadn't realised things had gotten desperate here. Surely they were desperate if they had Emma Frost here?
Ignoring the baffled and bewildered looks of Logan and Jubilee, Rogue carried on prancing her way down the corridor to her destination. Logan's clothes had been the start - she was a little sad he had managed to borrow a shirt of Colussus' but it was still tight on that muscular torso so it wasn't a total loss. Now she had to find the perfect place to start her next mission. Now the revenge was over she had to get started on keeping Logan celibate until such a time as she regained her human form and snagged her man. She hoped some embarassment would help keep him away from skanks-ville, but if it didn't she knew finding out his mystery tormentor would keep him so occupied he wouldn't even have time to think about sex let alone do it.
It didn't take long to get to the massive dining hall that had its own larger kitchen that was suitable for cooking for huge groups of twenty and over. Rogue paused in the room as she took a moment to remember where the cutlery was kept. Remembering it was in the drawer to the right of the sink she opened it using Magneto's ability over the drawer's metallic drawer handle. She focused on the forks, knives, and spoons as she flew them out of them drawer. She followed below the flying cutlery as she took them from the kitchen and into the dining hall. It didn't take long to embed the cutlery into the large back wall of the dining hall. She didn't bother to change the shape of the cutlery - after all they'd suspect Magneto if she did and that would ruin the fun of it - and just used them as they were to spell out the following words:
HOW MANY STDS DO YOU THINK LOGAN WOULD HAVE GOTTEN IF HE DIDN'T HAVE HIS HEALING FACTOR?
BE WISE. BE SAFE. CONTRACEPTION DOESN'T WORK ALL THE TIME - WHAT COULD YOU HAVE?
Rogue had made sure to use the name Logan and not his alter ego's name Wolverine. After all, the intent counted and something in her told her that since Wolverine saw her he hadn't wanted to touch anything else. Maybe that was just her heart wishing but until it was truthfully comfirmed fact or fiction then she'd much rather believe it.
It wasn't long before a bell sounded signalling that morning classes were over and it was now lunch time. Eager to see everyones reactions, Rogue trotted over to one of the corners and laid down in the sunlight, pretending to be sunbathing innocently like any normal feline would do. Before long a crowd formed, and nearly all of the students in the crowd were snickering to each other. When Storm turned up Rogue found herself hiding underneath a chair just so she couldn't see what would no doubt be a disappointed look in her eyes. She had enough of seeing that when she took the cure. She really did not want to see it ever again.
Of course it was easy to figure out when Logan had arrived because he roared in fustration and anger. Rogue peeked out from her hiding spot to see the expression on his face and noticed he was glaring at all the students nearby. Since the cutlery was near the top of the wall she noticed Logan was now picking out every student that had an ability that could get them or the cutlery up that high.
In the end it did turn out that particular prank didn't end up going well. Each student Logan had picked out ended up doing personal Danger Room sessions with him very early in the morning and singling them out in lessons for extra punishment. Those students ended up in a foul mood, and the more they did the more Logan took it out on them. That was of course when he wasn't trying to find out who was the source of the pranks. Since none of the students did do it he wasn't having any luck. Rogue felt rather bad for those students. She kept telling herself however it wasn't as if she could walk up to Logan and say she did it. Cats couldn't talk. Besides, she was going to end up in deep trouble when she did come clean and become human again, so what was the point in ending everything so soon? No, what she had to do was another prank - the cutlery had managed to come down eventually - and make sure it was done in such a way or at such a time that none of the students could possibly have done it.
Unfortunately Rogue had little time to come up with such a prank as seconds later she heard the familiar sound of Logan's heavy boots hitting the floor. Realising the sound was heading for the front door Rogue quickly bolted into a flat out run to try and catch up with him. A small voice did tell her that perhaps this was a little stalkerish to follow him and see where he was going, but she had been the good girl for so long before and where had that gotten her? Kidnapped more then once, Logan as nothing but a brotherly protector, and a crushed heart. Besides, she was pretty sure Logan would do the same anyway if he was in her position. He had feral instincts as well and she was pretty sure that included being overprotective of one's mate. Just because he wasn't her mate yet didn't mean it was wrong. He would be, just as soon as she figured out how Wolverine felt and what Logan's problem with her was. Besides, this would all just be a very affectionate and funny story once they were together that he'd enjoy so Rogue figured she was fine doing as she was. Maybe they could even tell their future children, their future cubs, this story when they were old enough to comprehend...
Rogue skidded to a halt as she finally managed to catch up to Logan in the garage. Noticing he was getting on the bike she found herself mentally groaning. Why did she get the feeling he was going out to spend the evening at a local bar? Eyeing the bike with annoyance - it was not pet friendly - Rogue quickly sped up to it before Logan got the engine started. She had often imagined being on the back of Logan's bike with her arms wrapped around him - hey bikes were sexy especially with Logan on them - but she had never imagined doing it quite like this. She had just managed to jump up onto the back of the seat behind Logan and dug her hind claws into the seat and her front ones into the thick denim of Logan's jeans. Seriously, she had wanted to grope his ass many times. Her first time should not be a cat! Grumbling mentally, Rogue closed her eyes quickly as Logan started the bike and sped out of the mansion. Fortunately his jeans were so thick and her claws so thin and tiny that honestly, a quick healing feral like Logan didn't even feel them.
She had a very bad feeling this was going to be one long night.
It wasn't long before the bike came to a halt. Something Rogue was very glad of. Clearly cats were not built to ride extremely fast motorbikes, as was proved by the fact her once silky, straight, Persian fur was now a massive frizzy afro. Rogue quickly let go of Logan's world class backside and jumped off the bike before Logan got off himself, diving behind the bike before Logan could notice his stowaway.
Sure enough, Rogue saw they were at a seedy bar which without a doubt had whores and cage fights inside. Glaring at the place, Rogue swiftly followed Logan inside as she tried her best to remain unseen. Then again who would ever think to look at the floor? No, these punters would be too busy either eyeing each other up or their drinks.
At first, everything was going alright. Logan had a couple of beers before going into the cage to vent out his fustration. Unfortunately he ended up taking his shirt off which made every female leer at him. Did he really have to do that? He was not available damn it! At least, as far as Rogue was concerned he was not available. He just didn't know it yet. He had no right to parade around like a free stallion looking for a mate. One woman, of all the luck a redhead, was making a real show of herself for him. So much so that when Logan left the cage, the winner of the night of course, he ended up stalking towards the redhead. The woman wasn't even a real redhead, and that cleveage could not be real as large as they were. Someone was clearly trying to make up for that flat ass, Rogue thought.
The firey southerner sped after the couple as they left the bar to go down a back alley. She managed to get there before any clothing below the waist was loosened or removed, and so with a devious sense of smug satisfaction Rogue leapt at the woman, digging her claws deep into the skin of her legs. A scream left the woman's throat as Rogue slashed down the woman's leg. Of course, Rogue knew the wound would not be anything serious with as small as her claws were and of course what knowledge she had of the anatomy when it came to fighting. It was just going to look a hell of a lot worse then it was. Rogue hoped though that this woman was weak and thus would make more of a deal of it then it was.
She turned out right. No sex happened that night. The woman left after slapping Logan and yelling about 'his' cat. Rogue was smug about the way the woman dramatically limped out of sight.
Everything had been going so well...
"Didn't know you were into blood-play runt."
Victor purred as he stepped out of the shadows of the alley. Rogue found herself frozen at the sight of the massive Feral. He looked as wild as ever, and her instincts - both feral, cat, and Rogue's own - were telling her to run now.
Logan grunted, eyes narrowed at the man that was apparently his brother.
"It was the cat."
He said, gesturing to the Persian beside him. Victor raised an eyebrow as he looked toward the feline. There was something about it...
"Come here kitty, kitty."
Victor purred, a smirk on those lips of his that hid his deadly fangs. He didn't sound in the least bit enthralling or soothing, and thus Rogue reacted in good old Rogue fashion. She pinned back her ears and hissed at Victor, her entire body taut and ready to fight should she have to. In that one moment Rogue wished she was human again so she could put her hands on the assassin and put him out of everyone's misery for good.
"Leave 'er be Victor. Its just a cat."
Logan growled, unsheathing his adamantium covered bone claws as he stepped infront of the small animal.
"Your frail turn up yet?"
The large blonde asked, a smirk crossing his lips as he saw his brother tense just the slightest bit more. Realising they could be talking about her, Rogue found herself relaxing a little as she looked between the pair curiously.
"I've told you before Victor, it ain't like that with her. She's not mine."
Logan growled, causing Rogue's heart to sink a little more. Even when he didn't know she was around he was still adamant he didn't want her. Wasn't there any hope? To her surprise Victor began laughing.
"Yeah, right. So thats why nothing satisfies your urges anymore? Thats why your feral side is slowly starting to get out of control and trying to take over? I always told you to merge with the Feral in you, not lock it up like your ashamed of it. If you had you wouldn't be in this situation, loosening the ties on your 'humanity'."
He chuckled, shaking his head and using fingers to mock-quote 'humanity'. Rogue looked up into Logan's eyes at these words trying to see what Victor was saying in her man. Was he telling the truth? Did Logan's Feral side want her? Was he talking about her and not Jean? Rogue found her heart sinking as she realised they may very well be talking about Jean. Sure, Dr Grey had died but she knew if anyone could come back from the dead (well, twice anyway) it would be that Ice Queen.
"Leave 'er out of this. I can still beat your ass any day of the week, and don't forget it Victor."
Logan snarled, his muscles rippling as he shifted his body stanse in preparation to fight. Victor merely raised an eyebrow in response, giving his brother a look over as if to say 'I don't see it' before he leapt up onto the nearest rooftop and left their sight. Logan growled in fustration, taking out a cigar and lighting it up as he turned round and headed back for his bike. He didn't even look back to check if the cat was following him as he did so.
Rogue glanced back at where Victor had gone before hurrying up to follow after Logan. She just managed to get back on the bike as Logan started the engine.
She had to know what was going on. A mischevious look entered her eyes as she realised that maybe she could give Logan a late night visit. She still had her powers after all. She just had to find a bit of skin and place it against Logan's bare foot whilst he slept, and then she'd be all caught up.
Simple, right?