"Marie?" he asked, cheek against my stomach as we lay on the bed, momentarily sated from our previous exertion.
"hmm?" I questioned, slipping one hand into his hair, using the pads on my fingers to massage his scalp, and my nails to scrape lightly on the way back. He shuddered slightly, turning his head to kiss my stomach before continuing.
"I don't like Remy." I think I snorted. It was so obvious that he didn't like Remy that literally everyone knew. He growled protectively if Remy was even in the same wing of the mansion as me, not to mention the same room. I think over the past few days Logan has popped his claws on several occasions in Remy's general direction.
"I know, Sugah'," I said with a laugh "You've made that quite apparent." He grunted, and turned his body so that his chin was on my stomach and he was facing me.
"I mean it." He told me "Somethings not right about that guy." I felt annoyance flair up inside me
"So you want me to stay away from him so you can have me to yourself, stake your claim, have your prize, and hide me away from the rest of the damn world?!"
"No." he said, sliding up my body so we were face to face "I'm warning you so that you'll be careful…I'm not trying to control you…I just want you safe…and as for the whole 'claiming' bit…yes, I want to do that…or at least the Wolverine does." I felt guilty…I'd called out his feral tendencies in anger, he couldn't help those, they're a part of him. A part of him he often felt ashamed of…and all he really wanted was me safe.
"Sweet man." I muttered against his lips before kissing him soundly "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap."
"'S'okay." He said kissing up my jawline "You're feisty…I like that." Underneath the covers I felt something hard and smooth brush against my leg.
"Again?" I asked him, an amused smile on my face "Baby, you're going to be the death of me." He laughed and rubbed his body against mine
"What a way to go." He growled seductively in my ear. I wrapped an arm around his back and arched my back upwards, opening myself up to him, allowing him to continue his ministrations. As he began teasing my breasts with his teeth, there was a knock on our door. Groaning, I fell back onto the pillows. Growling, Logan yelled towards the door.
"Fuck off!" I smacked his arm with a smack
"It could be anyone" I scolded him, hoping it wasn't a kid…or the Professor. The knock came again, and Logan lifted himself off the bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, carefully adjusting himself so his erection wasn't quite so obvious.
"This'd better be good." He grumbled opening the door half-way. "What the hell do you want?" he barked. I couldn't see who it was from my spot on the bed…but I had the feeling it wasn't someone he liked. I pulled on Logan's shirt and walked over to the door. Positioning myself behind him, I saw that our caller was indeed, Gambit.
"Bonjour, mon ami, is Rogue here?"
"Yeah." Logan said, making no move to invite him in.
"…Can Remy talk to her?" he asked, obviously becoming confused by Logan's un-cooperation. Sighing loudly, I pushed myself in front of Logan and crossed my arms over my chest to keep Logan's shirt in place and covering all of me.
"What do you want from me, Remy?"
"Ah, Belle, I wanted to know if you wanted to accompany Remy to the bar. Maybe have a few drinks." Unbelievable.
"Look, Remy, you seem nice and all, but I'm not interested. If you're looking for a quick fuck, there are pliantly of ladies, if you're looking to find a nice girl to love, Jubes is available, But I'm not…so please, leave me alone." Logan grunted his agreement from behind me, and Remy looked surprised.
"Well…" he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Remy suppose he'll just go play a few games of pool downstairs…feel free to join in." He winked at me "I don't scare easily." With one last glowering look at Logan, he spun gracefully and left. Logan slammed the door.
"Good fucking riddance." He ground out, clenching his fists.
"You were right…" I told him "There's something slightly…off about him." He nodded his head firmly. "Hungry?" I asked him, hearing his stomach making it's empty status known to us my growling. He nodded again, probably still to angry to do anything but swear. "Well you need to do something to calm down." I said carefully, not wanting to anger him further "I'll make you something...meet me in the kitchen in a half an hour?"
"Yeah." he said, relaxing only a miniscule amount. I tugged on a pair of panties and some clean jeans before making my way down to the kitchen. I pulled a few steaks out of the fridge and rinsed them off before slapping them on the cutting board. Pulling out the meat tenderizer I pounded them and then poured my special marinade over them. Going back to the fridge I grabbed a few tomatoes, an onion, and some garlic. I threw the chunked tomatoes, diced onions and minced garlic in a bowl with salt, pepper, and olive oil. After throwing the steaks on the make-shift grill-pan on the stove stop, I cut a few slices of Storm's homemade bread and browned them in a pan. As I was about to flip the steaks, a hand clamped over my mouth while another one gripped my waist in a vice-like grasp. My scream was muffled by the hand over my mouth as I was dragged towards the garage. Twisting and bucking wildly, I caught a glance of my captor. What the...