Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men.
AN: As I promised: Smut. Enjoy. I'd call this moderate sexual content, it's not that intense, but I think it's good for my first smut fic. Anyways, Enjoy.
P.S. Sorry that I didn't post this on Wednesday. I uploaded it and then got distracted before I posted it. I thought I had it up, but then when I looked today, I hadn't. Yeah, I'm a spaz, but at least I can admit it.
Chapter 8
Rogue couldn't believe this was happening. After putting her first kiss into a coma, she never imagined that she'd ever get to do this with anyone. And now it was happening with Logan.
He trailed hot kisses down her jaw and neck, goosebumps erupting across her skin. "Logan," she gasped. "Are you sure about this?"
He pulled away from her just enough to stare into her deep brown eyes. "Of course, aren't you?"
She nodded. "Yes."
Without another moment of hesitation, he attacked her lips again. She arched her body up into his, making him groan. She smiled against his lips and pressed her hips harder against his.
He groaned again as he moved his lips to her neck. Her body shuddered in delight as he nibbled and sucked on her neck. There was a tingle that went all the way down to her toes. His hands danced over her body, feeling up and down her sides before they finally slipped under her shirt. The skin of her sides and stomach felt so silky smooth.
She shivered under his burning touch, and he laughed against her neck. The bulge in his pants pressed against her hip, and she teasingly pushed her leg up against it. Logan let out another groan and bit down on her neck harder than intended, making Rogue hiss in pleasure.
His hands slid farther up her sides, taking the shirt with them. She raised her arms, and he tugged the shirt off, leaving her chest only covered by a black bra.
Rogue took control for a moment and managed to flip themselves over, giving her the opportunity to straddle his hips and grind down onto him. Logan arched into her, causing her to moan loudly. As she threw her head back in pleasure, her head made contact with the low Gem Top roof and she yelped, "Ow!"
"You alright?" Logan asked out-of-breath.
She lowered her face to his, her hands on either side of him. Then, in a lustful voice she whispered in his ear, "Never better." She leaned forward just another inch and took his earlobe into her mouth. He writhed underneath her as she bit down playfully, her tongue running over the tender skin.
Rogue could tell that he was getting antsy. Logan was not one to give up control willingly. But she wanted to tease him for just one minute longer.
She took her time unbuttoning his flannel shirt and yanking off the underlying wife-beater. Teasingly slowly, she kissed across his collarbone and down his chest, all the way down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. But she didn't go any further than that. Instead, she curled herself back into a sitting position, sitting as straight as she could (without hitting her head again) and pressed her body down onto Logan's.
He couldn't help but stare at her in awe. There was a delicious contrast of the black against her creamy white skin. The long hair fell around her face but brushed her mid-back.
She reached behind her back and released the clasp of her bra, letting it slide down her arms, her chest now bare.
That was all he could handle. Taking back control, he flipped them back over, kissing her passionately. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her. He was starting to wonder where she'd learned this stuff. His mouth bore down on her, exploring the newly exposed skin. He took one of her nipples in his mouth roughly, and she gasped, which then turned into a moan.
Logan's mouth moved to the other breast. Rogue bucked her hips in wanting. He grinned at her persistence and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, sliding a hand inside her underwear.
His fingers flicked and pinched her clit, and Rogue whimpered and moaned, arching against his hand. "Oh, god, Logan." He smiled against her skin and kissed it softly.
She squirmed against his hand, still moaning his name. He could feel himself getting harder than ever before at the sound of his name on her lips. Her moans grew louder as he slipped a finger inside of her and pumped it back and forth.
"Oh, Logan," she moaned. "I want you…"
He leaned forward and captured her lips with his as he slipped in another finger. Rogue's hands fumbled with his belt –it had the X logo on the buckle– and then with the button and zipper. She slid her hand into his pants and gripped his hardened length.
He moaned her name –Marie, not Rogue– and she took that as encouragement to palm him.
Logan knew and could feel that he was quickly losing control of himself. He needed her… and soon. Removing his hand from inside of her (with a whine of protest from her), he pulled her jeans and black panties off, leaving her completely naked in front of him. Sitting up, he took a moment to absorb the beauty of her naked form. She squirmed self-consciously, like she didn't want him looking at her. "God," he breathed, "you're so beautiful."
A blush covered her cheek, and she smiled bashfully. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously as her eyes raked over his naked chest. He knew what she wanted and she was going to get it.
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and opened it. The small square package was right where it was supposed to be, and he set it aside as he tucked his wallet back where it belonged. It was only then that he stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs.
Rogue picked up the condom and ripped open the package with her teeth. She rolled the condom onto his hard member before laying back on the mattress. Logan hovered above her and kissed her gently. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.
She nodded surely, even though she was still biting her bottom lip.
Giving her one more kiss, he lowered his body as she brought hers up and lined up with her entranced. Slowly, he pushed into her tight warmth, not wanting to hurt her by going too fast.
Her nails dug into his back as he pushed into her farther. She cried out in pain and tears sprung into her eyes.
Logan stopped for a moment. "Do you want to stop?"
She shook her head and wiped at the tears. "No," she gasped, "it's okay."
He petted her hair as he pushed in until he couldn't go any farther. And just as slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in.
Gradually, Rogue's body relaxed under his, and she began rocking her hips up as he went down. The pace quickened and the air was filled with heavy panting and moaning.
Logan clutched her hips so tightly she was sure that there would be bruises there. He thrust into her wantonly as she screamed his name.
Each of his thrusts was met with her bucking hips. Their bodies fit together perfectly. He seemed to anticipate her every move and every need, as she seemed to know his. She threw her head backwards, her chest lifting off the mattress. Logan's lips met the tender skin and trailed down her chest, and she moaned his name.
He was so close, he could feel it. It wouldn't be much longer until he exploded.
Rogue moaned loudly and arched into him. Her muscles tightened around his cock as she orgasmed, sending him toppling over the edge as well.
Logan came into the condom with a few slow thrusts and a grunt. It took all of his remaining strength not to collapse on top of her. He kissed her forehead softly and pulled out, earning a whine from her. He disposed of the condom –there was a small trash bag in the far corner of the truck bed– and laid down next to her.
She placed her head against his chest and tangled her leg with his. Sighing contentedly, she said, "I know I have no frame of reference, but that was amazing."
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her hair. While he had assumed that she was a virgin, it was nice to hear from her that nothing had ever happened, with anyone. "I think so, too."
It felt right to them, laying there to together, sweaty body against sweaty body. The content feeling was what caused Rogue to say, "I love you, Logan."
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and replied, "I love you, too, Marie."
She stretched up and kissed him before settling back against his chest.
They were well on their way to sleep when a thought struck Logan: the cure. How could he have let that slip from his mind? It was his whole reason for being here! "Hey, kid," he said softly.
"Hmm?" she mumbled, her eyes staying shut.
"There's something important I need to tell you," he replied, running his hand along the bare skin of her back.
"Can it wait 'til mornin'?" she asked sleepily.
He hesitated. It had held off this long… what could a few more hours hurt? "Sure."
"M'kay," she yawned. "Goodnight, Logan."
"Goodnight." He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep, all thoughts of the cure and what Rogue didn't know pushed to the back of his mind.
