Summary: Rogue's power is back and she once again feels like an outcast. But when a Cajun comes along and makes her feels a little bit normal she thinks her life is getting happier. That is until a certain old crush returns to the mansion. One that doesn't see Rogue as a "kid" anymore.

Couple: WolverinexRogue – Some RoguexGambit.

Rated: M, for language, violence, unnecessary drama and future sexual content and mild sexual talk.

Disclaimers: I am not the genius that created the Marvel Universe if I was I believe my life would be complete. However this storyline is entirely my own.

Almost Lover

Chapter 8: Break Down

Went to grab some beer and cigars, be back later.

-Logan

I sigh crumbling up the letter and throwing it into the trash. Still avoiding me I see. Bastard. It had been three days since he made me cry and he even started calling me Rogue again. Rogue. I wasn't Marie to him anymore, no I was Rogue again. More depressed then ever I collapse on the couch turning on the TV. I hated myself and Logan. Part of me wanted to run back to the mansion or at least away from here but I couldn't.

Biting my lip I absently turn on the TV before grabbing the covers and pull them over me, watching some movie. Then I realized it was the Titanic and sighed. No sadness! Okay what's this one? Brokeback Mountain! Yum!

One hour later I was crying, "He died? How is that fair? Oh god that's so sad!" Wiping my face I lift up the remote deciding to change the channel. I really didn't need to cry.

Hm, Van Helsing?

Didn't sound sad. Grinning I turn to the channel. Wow the lead guy was hot. Mm, he looked a bit like Logan too. Sighing softly I lean against the couch watching as a sexy Hugh Jackman kill Vampires. Of course the ending was still sad… just my luck.

"Why did she have to die? He loved her!"

Tired of this I turn off the TV snuggling into the couch's pillow. Stupid sad movies I hate them all!

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(Logan)

I made her cry. Fuck what was wrong with me? I lean against her door hating myself. I didn't want to make her cry but I didn't trust myself I couldn't be close to her. I stay there in front of her door for I don't know how long before stalking off to bed.

This was best.

I kept telling myself that all night. Being with me was dangerous enough actually having a relationship with me… that would never work.

So I kept things normal between us, I didn't touch her nor did I even call her Marie. Was it harsh? Yes, yes it was and I hated doing it but it was necessary. Soon she'd get so fed up and ask to go home then I'd take her home and everything would be okay. Sure I'd hate doing it and she'd hate me but… it was best,

For her.

Sighing I drove to the store a few mornings later, just needing to get out of the house. Seeing her sad face so many times was just depressing. Always giving me those sad eyes… but I could not break. I just couldn't.

Part of me was pissed for leaving her there. I wasn't stupid the other day I had smelt Victor in the house. He was stalking her or something. If she saw him she would have told me right? Why not? It would be suicide for her not to tell me. I know Sabertooth he would kill her without a second glance just to piss me off.

"Thinking about me?"

Letting out a growl I turn around, slamming my car door glaring at the stupid fucking cat. "Go away Creed." I grumble walking towards the store. Beer, need beer and cigars that always calmed me.

"Aw can't I say hi to my baby brother?"

"No. And stay away from Marie." What? I didn't say I wouldn't call her Marie when I wasn't around her.

"Ah you smelt that huh? Don't worry we were just talking." So she had known! God dammit why hadn't she told me? Did she not trust me or something? "And she agreed."

"About what?"

"Mmm, it's a secret."

Fucking Bastard.

"Tell me."

"Tell me you love me." He was toying with me now.

"Hell no."

"Then the secret stays between Marie and-"I punch him square in the jar, making him stumble back a bit by the surprise of the attack.

"Do NOT call her that."

He chuckled licking the blood from his lip before it healed, "Ohhh so angry that makes you Jimmy."

I wanted to kill him. Rip him apart, burn him alive, cut off his head and put it above my fireplace. Yes I liked the last one. I hated him I've always hated him. I don't give a shit what he told Marie or what past he and I had together. I just knew I hated him. My claws slid out from my knuckles and I give him a warning growl only to have him smirk in tern and piss me off more.

"Wanna hit me Jimmy? Then hit me but I ain't here to fight. Though I will…."

"Then why are you here?" I growl out wanting him to leave me as soon as possible.

"You can't fight who you are James. Let your Wolverine out, let him dominate you."

"Fuck you."

"I know why you won't. You're scared. Scared you'll hurt people, hurt Rogue."

"Shut up!"

"But you won't, you have to trust your animal." He smirks, "Control it, but do not hide it."

"Like you should talk-"

"This isn't about me Jim." He takes a step closer and I stand my ground. "Take her. Show her that she's yours." He growls. I couldn't. I would never do that to Marie. She was sweet, innocent Marie. She didn't deserve someone like me, I didn't deserve her. She was just a child, the scared little girl that hitched a ride in my truck long ago. I could never take her.

"No." that's all I could say, something inside of me was agreeing with Sabertooth, roaring up and trying to take control. "No." then I realized I wasn't telling him no I was telling my self. "No!" I snap driving my claws deep into my truck from anger, before slamming my head against it.

I when I look up he's gone and I let out a sigh of relief sheathing my claws before walking inside, getting two cases of beer and for packs of cigars. Fuck this, I needed more then normal. Instead of going straight home I just lean back in my seat of the truck, popping open a beer and lighting up a cigar. I couldn't go back right now. Not right now. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, only to be bothered by a knock on my window. Growling I roll it down to come face to face with a very pretty woman, however she was dressed too slutty.

"Can I bum a beer?" she asks sweetly. My first thought was no these were my fucking beers but I knew she didn't want beer. She wanted me and I was glad to give it to her.

I fuck her, hard and fast, taking out all my pent up energy on her. And she liked it, being the wanton she was she took it all. This is what would happen to Marie and I couldn't do that to her. Ever. I take her from behind too, not wanting to see her face. I didn't care about that or her for that matter, just getting off. But only one thing helps.

Marie.

I imagine this was Marie instead and I'm overcome with desire, pounding into the woman over and over until she was sticky and spent. I growl and light up a cigar, buttoning up my pants. "Who's Marie?"

"What?"

"Marie… you said her name when you cummed."

Fuck I did. I didn't even realize it. God dammit Marie… But I don't answer her question. Instead I just leave her there and walk back to my truck, getting in before flying down the road back towards the house. When I get there I sit in the truck for a minute, finishing my cigar as I stared at the window wondering what she was doing. Cleaning? Cooking?... Crying? Shaking my head I get out and stalk inside, only to find her crashed out on the couch.

Stricken by the intensely soft sight of her I bend down, touching her face. I don't feel her power which is good. That meant I could touch her for a moment. She murmurs something incoherent and snuggles closer to the pillow. I sigh, damn she was beautiful.

"Logan…" she blinks slightly and I remove my hand letting it fall to my side. "You're home."

"Yeah, hey."

She smiles softly and sits up stretching her arms. Looking at her one last time I head to the kitchen, starving. "Have fun?" I hear her ask and frown. Buying cigarettes and beer wasn't all that fun really.

"Normal why?"

"Nothing… I just noticed the eh… lipstick stains."

Oh Fuck.

Shit.

Instinctively I pull off the shirt and curse. Yup, lipstick stains all right. Fuck me. Sighing I throw the shirt away. I didn't even want it now. For some reason I felt like I cheated on Rogue but I didn't. "That's why I asked… Did you have fun?"

"Marie…"

"I mean she was good right? I'd hate to know you had terrible sex."

"Marie-"

"I mean you can touch her so it was probably great huh!"

I wince, she was hurt. "Touching has nothing to do with it Marie."

"Stop calling me that. You stopped earlier so don't you dare start again."

"Ma- Rogue…"

"Maybe I should go fuck Victor, he's hotter then you anyway." That's enough. I slam her against the wall, hard. She whimpers but other then that she doesn't back down. "Probably can please me better too." My grip on her wrists tightens any tighter and I'd break them.

"You won't, I know you won't. You said you were mine."

"Yeah well I take it back."

"You can't take it back!"

"Well I just did!" she snaps lifting her head to glare at me now. "What's the point of being yours if you aren't going to do anything about it? Either fuck me or I'm not yours." She did not understand how much I was considering that idea right now. Mostly with her body pressed against mine, hers moving around.

"I ain't soft in bed Marie."

"I'll like it rough."

Fuck.

"In my dreams you're always rough."

Fuck.

"Slamming into me, over and over."

Fuck.

"Leaving bruises. And I love it."

Fuck.

"I always wake up hot and heavy, craving you in the most private part of my body."

FUCK!

"Stop it." I growl, my words coming out more like a beg. Just her words were making me loose control. If she didn't stop. She opens her mouth to speak again and I know if I let her speak I'll be lost. So instead I just take her mouth with mine, practically fucking her mouth with my tongue. And she moans, she likes it. Her hands trail up and down my sides like she's debating on what to do. Growling I rip her shirt open both my hands grasping her breasts and squeezing make her gasp out, her nails digging into my naked back, making me bleed. Then her bra is off as well and I'm biting her breasts, her nipple, sucking, licking.

"Oh god Logan… d-don't stop."

I don't I keep biting and sucking, one hand traveling down to rub her between her legs, I could smell how wet she was and I knew if I removed her jeans her underwear would be soaked. Then her whole body shudders and her very first orgasm rips through her body as she screams out, saying my name. I feel her powers taking over and I pull back, breathing hard. She slides down the wall, her legs collapsing beneath her and I smirk.

"You. Are. Mine." I pronounce every word evenly making sure she could understand. My erection was digging into my jeans and fuck was it hurting. She nods and I bend down carefully kissing her lips, before pulling her onto her feet.

"Your mine." I'm surprised when she says that but nonetheless I nod back. I notice it's hard for her to stand and smirk picking her up bridal style. "I assume though everything isn't perfect between us and you're still going to be a pain." I laugh and lay her down in her bed.

"Yep."

She sighs, "I knew it." I smile and kiss her forehead, where her hair is since her power was on full blast now. Then with that I leave her in the darkness of her room, stalking to my own debating on a cold shower or just jerking off.

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