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Chapter 7

After they left, Rogue closed the door to her room, then frowned suddenly, scrunching up her nose at the foul odor coming from her trash can.

"How can you stand all the smells. It's overpowering." Rogue said going over to her trashcan and tying up the trash bag, then quickly setting it outside her door, into the hallway for now.

"You've got my senses too?" Logan asked with a stunned frown. He hadn't even thought about her having his senses with his healing, if Chuck was right in his theory.

"Yeah." Rogue said turning to face him, but remaining at the door. A sad look took over her expression. "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I understand if you've changed you're mind about me." Rogue sadly whispered her eye cast down toward the floor.

Logan frowned at her sad and pained look and smell. He came to his feet and stepped over to her. Stopping right in front of her, he used her long hair to shield his skin from hers, as he lifted her face so her eyes met his. "I'm glad you did it Darlin. I hurt you first. You have no idea how sorry I am for that."

"Yeah, I do. It's in here." Rogue said reaching up and tapping her temple.

"What else do you have up there in that pretty head of yours?" Logan asked curious to all she had gotten from him.

"A lot. I know why you stabbed me. You thought I was one of the doctors from the lab. The one that gave you, your metal skeleton, and claws. Then you were trying to get Magneto for hurting me. I don't blame you for what you did Logan. It was an accident, and you fixed it. Let the guilt go." Rogue said knowingly.

"I'm just so thankful that I could fix it. I couldn't stand the thought that I had hurt you, possible killed you after…" Logan said stopping himself from saying after he had just found her. He didn't know what she felt about that, or if she had gotten his thoughts about her when she got all the other stuff.

"I'm okay Logan, I'm healed, and I don't blame or hate you."

"Thank you Darlin. Listen Marie, I don't know what all you got, but I know there's are a lot of stuff from my past, at least the stuff that I can remember, that's not pretty. I'm not a saint, not even close, and I will understand if you don't want anything to do with me. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted me out of your life for good. I know that I don't deserve what I'm going to ask, and if it's not what you want, then just say so. I'll understand completely."

"What is it?" Rogue asked hoping it was dealing with the fact that inside his head he saw her as his.

"I want for us to get to know one another better." Logan said feeling totally out of his depth here. Here he was trying to ask a slip of a girl to what, be his girlfriend. The Wolverine rebelled at the pansy thought of being considered someone's boyfriend. Rogue was his woman, his mate. Not his girlfriend. Not sure exactly if she was ready to deal with all of that, seeing how they had only know each other for a couple of days, and most of that time he was in a coma, from her touch. Plus who knows what scary or disturbing images and thoughts she had gotten from him.

"Oh, like what, friends?" Rogue asked her voice although calm was forced, and had lost some of it's life. The light had dimmed in her eyes as well. A resolved and disappointed scent filled Logan's nose, which both upset him, and gave him hope she wanted more too. Although he would settle for friends if that was all she wanted, but he wanted much more.

"Well friends is good for a start." He said with a bit of a playfully tone, and small smirk. His smirk growing bolder as he saw her looking confused at him, but her scent held just the barest hint of hope coming back. "But I was talking of something a little more intimate."

"You want to be my boyfriend?" she asked frowning confused.

"Ah, I'm thinking more along the line as your man. I'm to old to be someone's boyfriend, Darlin." Logan said his smirk still in place as he saw the hope come back full blow. Then suddenly he frowned confused to why she suddenly looked and smelted upset. All light and hope died completely. She even stepped back from him, and went over to her bed and dropped down on it.

"Marie, like I said if that's not what you want, then just say so." Logan said keeping the disappointment and hurt pushed down. She was young, maybe she didn't want to be stuck with an man of unknown age, who was part animal, part animal that had stabbed her.

"I can't, it wouldn't be right or fair to let you attach yourself to me. I can't give you what all those women could." Rogue explained her voice dead.

Logan was relieved that it wasn't that she didn't want him, but she didn't believe she was enough for him. He inwardly flinched and cursed that she had to have gotten enough of his memories of the number of women to have shared his bed. He hated she had gotten those memories. He was sure it didn't make her feel any better to see what it was like to touch, but to know she couldn't experience it for herself. However he was determined to prove to her that what she had to give to him was so much more than any skin to skin touch could give. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. He reached over and grabbed one of her gloved hands, and brought it up to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

"Marie, I know that you saw some memories of me with women having sex." He started gently.

"A lot of women, Logan." Rogue forced out. "You're a very physical person Logan, and I can't touch. I can't give you that. I'm forever incased in these gloves." Rogue hissed out resentful as she glared down at her hands. Tears in her eyes. She wanted so much to take what Logan was offering, but knew she couldn't do that to him. She knew he would only grow tired of the no touching one day, and leave her. So far everyone she ever dated did, why should he be any different. He more so, because he was a very physical person, who needed that type of relationship.

"You're right Marie, I'm a physical man. I need that, and I'm like every man on the face of the earth, I like sex. The more the better." Logan tried to tease, but he knew it hadn't helped when a tear rolled down her face.

Having seen enough of Marie's tears for one day, Logan became very serious and determined. "But Darlin, you don't have to touch skin to skin to have that. There are ways around the no touching to have sex. But sex, isn't the main focus of this Marie. I don't have to touch your bare skin, to have a physical relationship with you. You've touched me more in the short amount of time that we've known each other than anyone has in all the fifteen years that I can remember. I'm not going to grow tired of you just because I can't touch you Marie." Logan promised, sure that was one of the things she was thinking.

"Are you sure you didn't get me up in your head too?" Rogue asked amazed that Logan had guessed right.

"I wish I did, that way I'd know what to say to convince you to give this a try. I don't know the future Marie. That's not my mutation. All I know is that you're special to me. I knew it the day I saw you, and your friends in the medlab. You were the only one that ever laid eyes on me, that didn't smell or look disgusted or full of pity. Not even Chuck, Hank, or any of the X-men didn't pity me, or look disgusted or repulsed at my injuries. Did you know that you're the only person, that has the guts to ever sass me, and not be scared or nervous or pity me once they saw the claws." Logan stated with a low annoyed growl. He hated pity.

"Heck Darlin, you've experienced what they can do and feel like first hand, and you're not freaking out and demanded for me to get away from you. Not one of those women would have accepted or cared about me if they knew about what I was or that I have six razor sharp claws, that could hurt or kill them with the slightest accident. I've had more than one woman freak out and act like I was going to start hacking everyone to bits, just at the sight of my claws. Do you really think, I'm stupid enough to give up something as special as you, just for the chance to touch someone. Believe me Marie, I've touched a number of women, and I'd rather have no touch with you, than a lifetime of touching someone, I don't really care about, except to get a quick emotionless lay. Heck Darlin, with your skin, and my claws, we're prefect for each other." Logan grinned with a wink at seeing Marie starting to come around. She was still unsure, and nervous, but she wanted to believe him.

"I want to believe you Logan, but every guy I've ever been with grew tired of the no touching at some point. What makes you think you'd be any different?" Rogue asked wanting to know what made him think he could be different.

"Cause Darlin, I'm not some foolish, sex craved kid. I've lived life enough to know something worth grabbing hold of and not letting go. That something is you Darlin. Come on Marie, trust me. I'm not scared of your skin, and I know what I'm getting into. Well take things as slow as you need Darlin. I'm not looking to pressure you into anything you're not ready to give. All I'm asking is for you to give it a try." Logan said willing to give her all the time she needed. With his healing, it wasn't like he didn't have the time.

"Are you sure that's what you really want? I know what you wanted to do with Jean?" Rogue asked eyeing him serious. She had seen his thoughts about sleeping with Jean, and it was a very passionate image. She also knew that there was no way that she could compete with Jean, even with touching. Jean was everything Rogue wasn't, elegant, smart, gorgeous, a doctor, out going, and every man's fantasy woman.

Logan sighed with a frown, hating she saw that thought. "That was purely lust Marie. She's a very attractive woman, but she's not you Darlin. I wouldn't exchanged her for you, even if she was laid out buck naked on my bed, and wanted to acted out my most wildest fantasy." Logan said serious and truthfully. However he wouldn't mind acting out his wildest fantasy with Marie, but knew they weren't anywhere near that point yet. He knew he be having a very cold shower later on.

"I'm still not sure it's a good idea, but if you're sure you really want to be with me. Then I guess we can try it out. But, hum, I'm, hum, not really, hum, ready for, hum, sex with you yet." Rogue said blushing a deep engine red, totally embarrassed.

Logan smiled gently, but amused at her innocent embarrassment. It reminded him just how young she really was compared to him. Accepting they were going to have to take things a lot slower than he was use too, she set out to reassure her.

"Like I said Marie, I'm not looking to pressure you into anything. Whatever and whenever you're ready to move forward is what we'll do. You're in complete control over that. Right now, I think we should get to know one another. Hang out and spend time together."

"Does that mean you're going to be staying here at the mansion?" Rogue asked hesitate, knowing how Logan hated crowds and with his senses she could understand. Plus he liked to be moving, he didn't like feeling tied down to one place.

Logan knew that she wasn't ready to leave the safety net of Chuck's, plus it wouldn't be fair to ask her to. She was already going out on a limb in giving them a chance. He also knew she was still in school. Knowing she would be here, he gave the answer his heart and instincts gave. "I'll be here as long as you're here."

He knew the answer he gave was the right one, when a big happy smile covered her face. Her eyes and face once again full of life.

A/N: I'm not sure if I should just write one last chapter to give them their happy ending, or if I should extent the story more some more. I've come up to a little bit of a road block with this one. Please review and let me know what you guys and gals think. Thanks a lot. :)