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Chapter 10: Some things are better left unsaid

She could feel the warmth of Logan's strong hands traveling the length of her back, desperately clutching her skin and begging for more. They felt so powerful, so strong, so…

"Logan."

Her voice came as a mere whisper, not really sure what she was doing, but knowing she had to stop this before they did something she was going to regret later.

"Mmm…?" He groaned, his lips continuing to devour her neck as his fingers trailed down her sides finally hooking into the button on the front of her jeans where in one swift motion it was flicked open exposing her black lace panties.

His hands slipped down between her jeans and her bare skin, over the curvature of her ass, desperate, but gentle at the same time, he tugged at the denim and they slowly inched down over her hips.

"Oh god," she murmured, all thoughts of stopping him completely erased from her mind and her entire body elated with an overwhelming desire as her blood ran hot and thick, coursing through her veins at his mere touch. She wanted to feel his hands on her - everywhere on her - touching her - exploring her and she wanted to do the same to him, he felt so good pressed against her. She hooked her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, pulling him hard against her, he was so warm and she could feel his heart thudding in his chest against hers.

Suddenly Logan gasped, sucking the air from her mouth down into his lungs. She felt it too – the pull – that unmistakable pull that came when she touched someone. She tried to push him away feeling her control beginning to slip, but he grabbed her neck, his large hands wrapping around her pulling her harder against the desperation of his kiss.

She struggled to control the pull – to stop it. But her emotions were in such an uproar it was next to impossible and she felt a small part of him begin to leak into her mind. She gasped as the images and feelings that coursed through her, filling her every sense, overwhelming her mind, body and soul. It was a sensual mix of mental and physical ecstasy, his desire combined with hers, it was something she'd never experienced before and it nearly drove her over the edge.

"No," she mumbled to herself, clawing her fingers deep into the flesh of Logan's back until blood began to trickle down his muscular curves as she struggled to regain control and block the flood of sensations trying to take over her body.

"There ya go," he groaned as the pull finally began to fade and he knew she'd managed to suppress her mutation despite her heightened excitement.

Rogue fought to push the images to the furthest parts of her mind, once again losing herself in the moment and letting her tongue travel down his neck to his chest, tracing an invisible path over each perfectly defined muscle until she reached that thin line of hair leading toward his navel. Her hands stretched up the length of his hard body, clawing desperately at his skin, wanting to feel more of him.

His fingers spread up into her long dark locks, winding there way through them in an almost sensual motion, cupping his hands around the back of her head and pulling her back up to meet his intense stare. Her eyes locked on his, her breath thick and heavy matching his own.

"Logan," she groaned again, pulling away gently when he moved in to kiss her once more.

He stopped, feeling her sudden hesitation. His eyes searched hers until he saw it and he knew what she was going to say. His chest heaved under the strain, fighting to hold the Wolverine back inside him, he knew he couldn't push her on this, though he knew the Wolverine wouldn't hesitate no matter what she wanted. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty hidden behind her desire and he needed her to be sure before they went any further.

"I know," he breathed, his chest heaving with repressed desire as he pulled away from her leaning his weight against the wall and closing his eyes trying to gather his thoughts and pull himself together.

"What was that!" Storm yelled back to Kurt over the sound of the explosion off in the distance.

"Zounds like our friend iz letting ov zome zteam," Kurt replied, turning his gaze to the direction of the loud blasts coming from across the canyon.

"Take me there!" Storm yelled again over the deafening sound of exploding rock crashing to the canyon floor.

In an instant she'd thrown herself into Kurt's arms and the two vanished into a large cloud of blue smoke, only to reappear a moment later nearly a mile down the canyon.

Rock debris and red dust flew everywhere, the mammoth canyon walls towering around them, once a serene and beautiful sight, now riddled with gaping holes and chasms. An avalanche of red boulders tumbled down the walls only a few feet away from Storm and Kurt when they arrived on the scene, forcing him to grab her in his arms quickly transporting them out of its path and narrowly avoiding being crushed.

"Scott!" Storm shrieked at the sight of her friend systematically blowing giant cavities through the rock.

He whirled around at the sound of her voice, his face twisted and distorted with anger and his finger still firmly hovering over the fire button on his visor. "Stay out of this Storm!" He spat, "this has nothing to do with you!"

"Scott please," she pleaded, walking toward him, her silver cape billowing out behind her as she carefully stepped through the mess of rocks and destroyed plant life lying chaotically on the ground. "Destroying the Grand Canyon isn't going to solve anything," her voice hitched in her throat when she noticed his finger twitch dangerously close to the button. "Please Scott, calm down, we'll find them."

His face contorted even more so at the sound of her voice, "them!" He spat angrily, "them! Do you really think I give a fuck what happens to that son of a bitch?" Scott's stare immediately turned from Storm to the canyon wall behind her as he let another blast of blinding red light release from his visor. Rock and dirt exploded everywhere crashing to the ground in a giant cloud of smoke and dust enveloping the three mutants completely.

"Scott listen to me!" Storm yelled again over the noise of falling rock crashing and blowing apart upon impact, "we'll find her, we will." She took a few more steps toward him, stepping carefully, hoping against hope that he wouldn't fly off again and destroy anymore of the beautiful landmark that surrounded them. "Come on now, you can't do this."

Scott's chest heaved up and down with the intensity of his breaths, his clenched fist slowly relaxed, as his other hand finally dropped from his visor and the intense scowl on his lips slowly disappeared leaving only a broken man standing in a canyon. "I can't do this again Storm," his voice came only as a bare whisper as his chin dropped to his chest and his fingers ran up through his dusty hair. "I can't lose her, not now."

Storms arm wrapped around her friends shoulder and she squeezed him to her, "you won't," she comforted, the confidence in her voice wavering only slightly as she too wondered where there friends had gotten to and what would happen when they were finally reunited.

"Ve should keep looking," Kurt finally dared, "it vill be dark zoon."

Storm released her grip on Scott's shoulder and turned to look him in the eye, "you ready?"

"Let's go," he mumbled, pulling away from her and leading the way down the canyon.

"Hey kid," Logan's voice broke through the darkness, the torch had all but gone out leaving the two in almost complete blackness sitting across from one another not really sure what to say after what had just happened between them.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

There was only silence.

'Was he really sorry?' She wondered, 'was she?' She could still feel his strong hands on her, feeling her, touching her, holding her. The sensation of his tongue tracing patterns over her chest, warm, soft, sensitive and elating all of her senses in an instant. God how she wanted to throw herself into his arms right now and feel him against her once more – really feel him.

They'd been sitting in dark silence for several hours, neither able to sleep and neither knowing what to say if they did decide to speak. It must've been close to midnight already, Logan figured, wishing Magneto hadn't stripped him of his watch when they'd been captured. The fact that there were no windows in this god awful room and having no watch made it impossible to know how much time had really passed, but his internal clock told him it was late. They'd been there too long already, if those X-geeks were going to rescue them, he'd have thought they'd be there by now.

"He needed me after Jean was gone."

Rogue's soft voice suddenly broke the silence that had filled the room. She didn't know if he was awake, he hadn't spoken in hours, but if they were going to be trapped in here together she needed to talk - to do something – anything - or she'd go insane from the deafening silence.

"What?" Logan asked at the sudden intrusion on his thoughts.

"Scott," she began quietly, pushing herself up higher to lean against the wall, "when Jean died, after you left, he needed me."

Logan didn't respond and there was yet another uncomfortable silence.

"But I couldn't help him."

He continued to listen, not interrupting her.

"I was a mess when you left."

He heard her voice catch in her throat and a small gasp escaped as she struggled to fight back the urge to cry.

"For weeks I stayed in my room, locked away from the rest of the students and staff, Bobby left for college, Storm and Kurt searched for John, but I did nothing."

"Kid," Logan murmured, not really knowing what to say, but at the same time knowing full well that anything that happened to her after he left was probably all his fault.

"No," she mumbled, "I need to do this, you need to know."

He fell silent, waiting for her to finish.

"Scott was a mess, he needed someone to help him deal with his grief and the professor suggested that we rely on each other to work through our emotions, but I couldn't. I just wanted to be alone, but eventually the weeks turned into months and I sunk into depression, no desire for anyone or anything. The untouchable girl, all alone, just as it should be, even the one person in the world who promised he'd be by her side through it all, had abandoned her."

"Marie," Logan tried again, but she wouldn't have it.

"I said no!" She spat, the tears stinging at her eyes but she refused to let them fall, he needed to know what went on after he left, he needed to know what he'd left behind so he could understand what he was dealing with now, who he was dealing with now.

Her feelings were in an uproar and had been ever since he'd come home. She didn't know what would happen with her and Scott now; could she go back to the way things were a few days ago before all this started?

Did she even want to?

It was too much to deal with right now, but the one thing she knew for sure, was that Logan needed to know who she was now, he needed to understand that she wasn't that same frightened little girl he'd left behind five years ago. And as much as she loved him, she wasn't about to throw away everything she'd built in his absence just to have him leave again.

"But," she finally went on, "I woke up one night, must've been around midnight or so. My head was spinning, felt like I'd run a marathon or somethin'. There were so many thoughts flooding my mind, it was a mash of pictures and feelings and emotions, some of them mine, but most of them…" Her voice trailed off and she cleared her throat before finally finishing, "yours. You're in my head Logan, always have been and for some reason that night you told me it was time to let you go and move on."

She paused again, but this time he didn't try to interrupt, and she went on, "personally I think Professor X was in my room that night fiddling around with my mind to help me see that it was time to get on with things, although he denies it completely. But never the less, the next day I got up, showered, got dressed and went down to the professor's office. That's when we first started our sessions, he tried leaving subconscious messages in my mind trying to help me gain control over my mutation."

Logan opened his mouth to respond but she cut him short before he had the chance.

"Nearly a year we continued those sessions, day after day of someone invading your mind, scrambling your thoughts about, like your head is some kind of mixing bowl he can just stick his spatula in and toss things around."

"But it finally worked?" He finally managed to ask when she stopped.

"No," she sighed, "no it didn't and fuck was I pissed!"

The way she spat the words made Logan jump as her anger resonated through the dark.

Rogue ran her fingers up through her hair, pulling it back away from her face and twisting it up into a bun that fell apart the moment her fingers released it, leaving her long dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders once again.

"No, after all that the professor was about ready to give up on me, worried that my mind couldn't handle anymore of his intrusions, but I insisted. He didn't know it, but I'd spent every night since we started his treatments meditating in my room, trying to focus and clear my mind in hopes that it may help. I wasn't about to give up, so I suggested hypnosis."

"Hypnosis?" Logan asked raising an eyebrow at her, though she couldn't see it through the dark.

"Yeah, a year and a half we did that."

"And?"

"And…" she paused, a smile crossing her lips at the memory, her tears a distant memory now, "it finally worked."

Logan couldn't help but smile too as he choked back the emotional lump in his throat. He knew better than anyone how badly she'd wanted to control her mutation, he'd only wished he'd been there to help her through it all and most of all to celebrate with her when she finally succeeded.

"I'm sorry kid," he managed, "I shoulda bin there for ya."

"It's alright Logan," she smiled, pleased with herself for being strong enough to tell him the truth, "I'm not mad atcha anymore, I just wanted ya to know is all."

She heard him get up, his body barely visible to her through the darkness, but she didn't need to see him, she heard his bare feet crunch on the sandy floor as he stepped closer to her. He let his back scrape down the roughness of the stone wall, finally taking a seat beside her, their arms touching softly at the shoulder.

"I shoulda bin here anyway," he replied, wrapping his strong arm around her and she leaned into him grateful for the comforting gesture.

"We have to keep looking Storm!" Scott's angry shouts could be heard echoing throughout the entire canyon.

"It's after midnight Scott!" She tried to reason, but a hint of frustration seeped into her voice from sheer exhaustion of dealing with his anger all day long, "it's pitch black out, we haven't eaten since this morning, we're never going to find them if we all die from exhaustion. We'll resume the search first thing in the morning."

She turned without waiting for his response and he reluctantly followed.

"Kid?"

"Yeah?"

"So if you and One Ey… uh… I mean Scott, didn't get together right after I left…" his words trailed off to silence, 'shut up Logan,' he scolded silently, 'it's none of yer god damn business what she did with her life, just let it go.'

"How did we end up together you mean?" She smirked at his obvious discomfort, cocking her head to look up at him from where she still rested against the hard muscles of his chest.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, "yeah."

"Well it just sort of happened, that's all, we didn't plan it or anything."

"That's not an explanation Marie," Logan said, his voice filled with sarcasm at her reluctance to go any further. He didn't know why he was pushing the subject, he didn't really want to know, not really. Just the idea of her with One Eye was enough to make him want to put an adamantium claw through something, but for some reason his lips just kept on moving despite the arguments to shut up coming from his brain.

She sighed, "you sure you wanna hear this?"

"Well I don't got anywhere else to go, so you might as well tell me somethin'."

She still hesitated.

Somehow having the conversation with Logan about how she ended up with Scott was something she'd never ever thought of doing, she couldn't possibly think of a more awkward discussion to have.

But then he interrupted her thought with another topic that was even worse than the first one!

"Ok, we don't have to talk about how you ended up together," he growled, a hint of an evil smirk in his tone, "we can talk about something else."

She let out a deep sigh of relief.

"So are you two… uh… y'know?"

She could feel his eyes boring into the top of her head waiting for an answer.

"What?" She half laughed in shock that he would ask such a thing and immediately pulled away from his chest, turning to search out his eyes in the dark.

"You heard me, "he chuckled, "are you and One Eye… y'know?"

"Logan!" She gasped, hitting him on the chest causing a loud smacking noise to echo through the room.

"Ow!" He laughed at her pathetic attempt to hit him and rubbed his hand over the point of impact in a vain attempt to look hurt, "come on kid, you always use to tell me everything, no need to stop now."

"I'm not telling you that!"

"Marie," he growled, turning his eyes down at her and giving her that look that said, 'you'd better tell me now or you'll be sorry.'

She'd been the loser in many a Logan tickle fight before and was reluctant to even think about going there again so she relented, "alright alright," her hands flew up in front of her in surrender. "I'll tell you."

"I'm listening," he leaned back against the wall folding his arms across his chest with a smug look of amusement on his lips.

"You promise not to laugh?"

"Nope."

"Fine," she pouted, "but if you laugh I'm taking the gloves off and yer gonna get it."

"Yer not wearing gloves kid," he jabbed, already doing his best not to laugh.

"Grrrr…." She growled, not impressed with his incessant teasing, "you know what I mean!"

"Are you gonna tell me this story or what? I know I have uncharted regenerative capabilities but I'd like to hear this story and get out of here sometime before I die."

She smacked him again.

"Just shut up and listen," she giggled.

'God she'd missed this with him.'

It was quiet for a moment and he was about to give her another teasing jab, but she finally spoke before he had the chance.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," she repeated, "Scott and I are… intimate."

Logan fell silent.

"Logan?"

He hadn't expected her to say that, something inside him told him she'd waited - that she wouldn't go there with One Eye – or anyone for that matter - that she'd wait for him - forever.

"Logan?" She asked again when he still said nothing.

"Uh yeah kid, sorry."

"You ok?"

"Fine, just surprised is all."

She smirked up at him and he caught the slight glint of her teeth in the tiny spark of light that was left from the torch, "you do know that I'm almost twenty three, right? Ya didn't think I was gonna stay a virgin forever did ya?"

His eyes flashed wildly at her use of the word 'virgin' and he felt all his muscles, especially the ones in his groin, tighten up at the thought, "no," he replied, his voice a bare whisper.

Rogue couldn't help but let a chuckle escape as she raised her hand letting her fingers brush softly over his muttonchops, "well sugah, ah do believe yer jealous," her voice was thick with her southern accent as she drawled out the words letting each one take much longer than necessary on her tongue.

He turned to glare down at her, knowing full well she was right but not about to admit it, so he replied confidently, "far from it darlin'," his voice was firm, but inside he was in knots, that thick southern drawl of hers had always gotten to him and this time was no exception - in fact it was worse – much much worse.

They sat there for another moment just inspecting each other closely, both looking for answers in the others eyes. Him wondering if she was getting what she really wanted and her wondering if the jealousy she'd sensed in him only moments ago was only her imagination.

"So how was it?" He finally asked, catching her, as well as himself, completely off guard. He hated every moment of this conversation and regretted starting it in the first place, but for some reason just couldn't seem to keep his big mouth shut and mind his own business. His feelings for her were so strong, but in an effort to keep them hidden he'd somehow started some sort of contest to see how far he could push her. If he came off like an asshole, then hopefully she wouldn't see right through him and realize that none of this was about Scott at all, only about him, his insecurities and how hopelessly in love with her he was.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She laughed, her voice filled with shock and her eyes widening as she stared over at him in disbelief.

"Never been more serious in my life kid, spill."

'No going back now asshole,' he thought, she's gonna tell ya and ya better be prepared for the answer. Fuck! Why did you start this in the first place?'

"Fine then, two can play at that game," she replied, her voice filled with spite, if he wanted to play dirty she could throw him for a loop he'd never see coming, "I blew a fuckin' hole in the ceiling."

"What?" Logan's voice came flatly.

"The ceiling," she repeated over emphasizing each word, "I – blew – a – hole – in – it."

He only stared back at her in disbelief, "you mean ol' One Eye blew a hole in it?"

"No," she replied defiantly, "I blew a hole in it, me."

"How'd you manage that?"

Rogue only stared back at him waiting for him to fit the pieces of the puzzle together, she knew he'd figure it out for himself eventually.

Finally after several moments he replied, "oh," images of Scott and Rogue together, the white sheets of his bed being tossed about, moans of ecstasy slipping from her lips, her losing control of her mutation in the throws of passion and absorbing a small amount of his power, the bright red bursts of energy shooting out of her eyes, past his body weighted over hers and blowing a new skylight in the ceiling of his bedroom, followed by dust and debris crashing down around them while Scott of all people, brought her up to a place she'd never been before.

"Grrrr……" a low growl finally escaped his lips at the thought.

Snikt!

Three adamantium claws shot out from his right knuckles and were promptly stabbed into the ground next to him. Rogue instantly jumped back away from him, searching his eyes for explanation, the smirk on her face fading away, quickly being replaced by confusion.

His breaths came in deep strangling pants while his chest heaved up and down, the thoughts of his Marie and One Eye still fresh in his mind.

"Logan?" She asked hesitantly, she hadn't wanted to tell him anything about her relationship with Scott, especially after what happened between them earlier. But he'd seemed so okay with it, he started it after all, asking her all these personal questions about it, questions she'd just as soon have avoided. But now he just seemed downright jealous, furious almost. "Logan are you ok?" She dared again.

His breathing finally began to slow as he struggled to muzzle the Wolverine, locking him away in the furthest parts of his mind. The feral glare in his eyes slowly disappeared, claws retracted back behind their fleshy camouflage and the distinct snarl on his lips faded slowly away. He cleared his throat trying his best to sound normal so as not to scare her, he'd seen her back away when his claws had gone into the ground and the last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him.

"Yeah kid, I'm fine."

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