Just to prevent any confusion: Thoughts are italicized.
Rogue had a particularly long day today. She had started taking classes at a local college and then came back to the mansion to find some of the younger kids in need of rounding up. She wanted to go to bed early.
They had both gotten so comfortable and used to sleeping in bed together, she simply walked into his room and climbed into bed when she was ready to lay down. She showered and tossed on a tank top and some shorts before going to his room. When she opened the door, she caught a glimpse of the monster that swung between his legs as he jumped and covered himself with the towel that he had been using to dry his freshly washed hair.
Logan fumbled to cover himself with the towel as Marie did her best to avert her eyes. They both yelled out apologies.
Marie stood in the open doorway, trying to decide whether to run out and close the door, or run in and close the door. Logan made the decision for her as he rushed over and grabbed her in, shutting the door just before a couple of students walked by.
Her face was bright red as he turned around to look at her. He started to say something, but she blurted out the only thing she thought would diffuse the situation, "I didn't see it!"
Smooth. She had to resist the urge to smack her forehead.
He cocked his head to the side and almost laughed. He didn't know how much she did see...but he thought he was sure she had at least caught a glimpse of "it". She was blushing hard and trembling as he spoke, "Well, sorry about that, kid. You're a little early tonight."
"I know. I'm sorry. I don't have to sleep in here if you don't-"
"Get in the bed, kid."
She nodded and followed his instructions like an obedient child, climbing into bed and pulling the covers to her chin. After a few moments, she heard the lamp click and felt his weight join her on the bed. She knew that from that moment on, she would have the image of his fully naked body burned into her mind.
They managed to get over the naked incident, until Marie started dreaming again. They weren't nightmares...far from it. They were fully x-rated, vivid dreams starring a very naked, very hard Logan.
The first night she had the dream, she had only let out a few soft moans in the middle of the night. Barely enough to awaken the man who was used to all her little sleeping noises. The dreams continued mercilessly.
She hated them, mainly because she ALWAYS woke up right before she was supposed to cum in the dream. She was starting to eye him like a ribeye whenever she saw him.
One afternoon, she watched him from a balcony as he crouched down beside his bike. She happened to glance out the window as she walked by, carrying a folder and a pen. Marie stopped so quickly, a student who had been walking behind her accidentally slammed into her back. She quickly moved to the balcony to get a better look at her adonis as he worked on his bike. He was wearing a gray tank top and his muscles glistened with sweat.
Marie chewed on the cap of the pen ferociously as he stood and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and cracked his neck and inadvertently flexed his delicious muscles.
Soon the pen cap was a mangled bundle of plastic in her mouth and she had to keep from choking on it when Jubilee walked up and smacked her on her back, "Hey chica, whatcha lookin' at...ooh HELLO!"
Obviously, Jubilee had followed Marie's eyes to the sweaty, muscle bound Wolverine as he performed manual labor. Marie rolled her eyes, "Jubes, stop gawking."
"Says the girl who now eats pen caps. How do you sleep next to THAT without turning into some wanton slut?"
Marie blushed heavily and playfully shoved Jubes toward the door after taking one last long look at Logan before disappearing inside.
Logan had mastered the art of watching her without staring. He wished she still wore the scarves, opera gloves and floor length skirts...instead of he hip hugging shorts and fitted tank tops.
He hated summer because of her.
On one particular evening when she came to bed wearing little more than a tank top and boy shorts panties, he had a hard time sleeping. He had stared at her in disbelief as she walked into the room and took off her robe.
Yea, it was hot out, but damn.
He laid awake all night, resisting the urge to lift up the sheet and help himself to another eyeful of her copious amounts of exposed flesh. She had been asleep for a couple of hours or so when he heard her start moaning. At first his heart sank. He thought she was having a nightmare. He started to lean over to wake her up when she moaned his name and arched her back, running a hand over her body. He watched in shock when her hand rested on her crotch and she whispered his name once more before biting her lip seductively.
A feral animal rose up inside of him and nearly caused him to reach over and snatch her out of her dream to fulfill every delicious fantasy she had stored up in that head of hers, but he quickly catapulted himself out of the bed.
A school girl crush, he could handle...but her having the same thoughts about him as he had of her? He didn't think he could handle that. Jean was gone, so Marie was actually the only person keeping him from jumping her bones...now that he knew the real Marie wanted him...not the crazy psycho bitch from Alkali Lake. Warm, sweet, caring Marie, wanted him.
He couldn't let it happen. No matter how much they wanted each other, he had to remember that she deserved better than him. He couldn't let her waste her life on a jackass like him.
Logan stopped sleeping so close to her because he could feel his self control waning. Her moans started waking him up and when they did, he'd end up having to leave the bed to go for a walk, or maybe take a cold shower. He wanted her so badly, he couldn't trust himself to even kiss her forehead anymore.
Marie, in the meantime, was growing impatient with her dreams and started wanting the real thing more and more. She could only almost cum while dreaming of him so many times...it was driving her crazy.
As her dreams grew more vivid, so did her boldness. She was going to start to take steps to get what she wanted.
First step: wear less.
Luckily, it was summer time, so she could use the heat as an excuse to wear next to nothing both to bed and around the mansion. Logan tried not to notice, but that body slept in his bed...where he was most vulnerable. The desire was penetrating the Logan layer of his being and provoking the feral animal that lie deep within. If she kept prancing into his bedroom wearing those tiny little panties and tank tops, she was gonna get what she had wanted, and maybe a little more.
As they fell asleep one evening, Marie rolled over onto her side, "Logan...you awake?"
He sighed heavily, "No."
Marie smiled. That was his usual reply.
She ran a hand through her hair, "I can't sleep..."
"Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. It'll happen."
She pouted and tried to think of the right words to say to get things moving. Maybe it was time to cut the bull shit.
"I've been dreaming about you, Logan."
He stopped breathing for a moment as he thought of every single curse word or phrase he'd ever heard in his life. He knew she was referring to *those* dreams. The ones that made her touch herself and moan his name as she slept. The dreams that he really wanted to make a reality, but couldn't allow himself to.
He decided to play dumb and just lay there on his back with his eyes closed, "You afraid I'm gonna hurt you in my sleep? I haven't had a bad dream til you became my bunk mate."
"Is that what it's called? A bunk mate?"
Logan sighed, "You should get some rest, kid." In his head, he was repeating, Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it.
He didn't have to worry about her saying it...because she tried to do it.
He felt her small hand drift over his chest as he lay next to her, causing him to tense. Her voice was breathy and seductive, "My dreams weren't very innocent when it came to you, Logan."
It took everything he had in him to concentrate on not getting hard. It had been a long time since he had sex last and with a feral side like his, that could be terribly dangerous.
Her hand drifted lower to his stomach, but he caught her wrist and moved it away before quickly sitting up in the bed, "Marie...what the hell do you think you're doing?"
She sat up and scooted up behind him, laying a soft kiss on his back, "Logan, you know I've always loved you."
He jumped up and took a few deep breaths. His regenerative powers couldn't save him from this pain, "Marie, that's not love, that's confusion."
Her eyebrows knitted in frustration and surprise, "You think I'm too stupid to know the difference?"
"No, kid. I think you're too young."
By now, they were both sitting up. Marie reached over and clicked on the lamp, "I'm too young? Well that's not condescending at all."
"Marie, you're a young...woman and I've been a constant fixture in your life for four years...then we're sleeping together every night. It's only normal that you get confused."
She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side, "Do you remember when I was under Stryker's influence at Alkali Lake?"
Shit. She was pulling out the big guns. She had tried to seduce him at Alkali Lake. When she kissed him, he kissed her back...fervently.
He stood and growled a little, "Kid...just leave it alone."
"No! You kissed me back Logan...you put your hands on me."
"It was in the middle of the mission. It's possible to mistake adrenaline for sexual tension."
"Bullshit."
He searched the room for a shirt, "I don't have to defend myself...you're the one with the issue."
She put her hands on her hips as she knelt on the bed, "What issue would that be?"
Logan got distracted by how sexy she looked...kneeling there like she was waiting to be thrown down and fucked properly. He stuttered slightly, "Th-th-that you think you're in love with me and we have some sort of sex...thing."
"I don't have an issue, Logan. I have insight. Did you forget that when I touch people, I can see their thoughts? I gain a part of their conscience."
He paused for a moment and looked at her before pulling a shirt over his head, "You need to get this out of your head, kid."
He headed for the door, but stopped abruptly when she blurted, "You're scared!"
He turned around and glared. The Wolverine...or Logan, for that matter, wasn't scared of anything. Including a 19 year old girl...a hot 19 year old girl who was kneeling on his bed with nothing but panties and a satin chemise on.
He stalked to the bed and pointed at her, "I'm not scared of anything. I'm bothered by the fact that I tried to do a nice thing for a friend and now I'm being accosted about some crazy feelings you think I have."
Voices were getting raised now.
"You are unbelievable! Even if you didn't care for me, I can at least deduce that you at least find me attractive! I know regular dudes have to wait until the morning to have morning wood Mr. Midnight Hard On!"
He got louder as he took a step closer to her.
"Well I AM a man and you do come to bed wearing next to nothing! What do you expect? It's not like I'm your brother or dead or something!" Whoops. Way to keep your cards hidden, man.
She crawled to the edge of the bed and pointed at him as she yelled in triumph, "So you DO find me attractive!"
By now they were right in front of each other.
He raised his hands, "Well yea! Who wouldn't?" Shitballs. I keep digging this hole deeper and deeper!
"You never said anything!"
"Well I'm sayin' it now, Marie!" Wait...what?
"Fine!"
"Fine."
Before either of them could properly react, they snatched their bodies together as his lips came crashing down on hers in a hungry kiss. He grabbed her and wrapped her legs around his waist as they fell backwards onto the bed. Logan was instantly hard when he felt her body beneath his.
He needed to stop, but he didn't want to. He had to work quickly before his mind took over and convinced him to stop, so his movements were quick and borderline violent. He reached down and ripped her panties from her body as she jumped and moaned against his mouth.
He roughly ran his hands over her body as he ground himself against her. Logan smirked as he felt her bare pussy wetting up the front of his pajama pants. Just as he reached down to snatch his pants down and enter her, they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Finally. He was brought back to reality. He scrambled off of her and stood, whispering urgently, "Cover up!"
She scooted under the sheets and laid down as he readjusted himself in his pants before opening the door. It was Storm, looking exhausted, "What was all that yelling about?"
Logan ran a hand through his hair, "What yelling?"
"I heard you two, yelling."
Logan nodded and raised his eyes in fake realization, "Oh! Right...we were just arguing over some football. She thinks the Saints will make it to the Super Bowl again and I think it was just luck."
Storm raised a brow and shook her head, "Riiight...just...just keep it down, ok?"
He was trying too hard and he knew it. He was actually smiling and laughing, "No problem! We're sorry. No football talk after midnight for us! Goodnight!"
When he closed the door he rested his forehead against the cool wood. He didn't want to turn around. He could still smell her arousal.
Logan felt like a starving man who had been sitting outside of a steakhouse, smelling barbecue. She was delicious.
When he did turn around, she was sitting up with the sheet clutched to her naked chest. When did her shirt come off? That didn't matter.
He shook his head, "It's not a good idea kid..."
She started to say something, but it was too late. He was high tailing it down the hallway. He needed to get as far away from that delicious body as possible before he attempted to devour her whole.
Hehe...I'm a tease!
