Chapter 10)
Logan was enjoying the scent of his girl in his truck. She just felt right there. To have her next to him as they drove away was satisfying to the Wolverine. And then she'd drawn out the memories of the first time they met and he'd been hard pressed to keep from pulling her closer to his side.
They hadn't driven much longer before she asked another question. This one was a little more serious. "When we go back...do you think we'll last there? With all of them watching and...judging?" She shook her head, "How long do you think the Wolverine could stand it?"
"Heh," Logan shook his head. "I'd give it six months tops. Only reason I figure you an' me could hold out that long would be workin' and you studyin'. Plus some of 'em aren't bad. Hank and Kurt. Even Storm and Pyro aren't too awful. And your little red head seems like a hoot." He shrugged, "But the others...and all the kids. Depends on how much they start to irritate me. Wolverine'll take a lot of garbage but he won't be able to handle them treatin' you bad. And they're not too bright that way."
"An' they call themselves gifted," Marie snorted derisively. "Let's not stop until we can't stand to not be horizontal anymore." He pulled the truck over to the side of the road. They were less than a mile from the mansion and she stared at him. "Somethin' wrong?"
"You said until I couldn't stand to not be horizontal," He growled and his hand snaked over the bench seat, unlatched her seat belt and tugged her body closer. "More'n five years darlin'." His hands were rough, even as he tried to be careful of her soft skin, he could feel his callused palms scrape over her delicate cheek and neck. But she was tilting her head back and her fingers slid up his chest to his shoulders before tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck and threading through it.
She smelled so good, hot and bright in his nose, those sweet lips parted and her pulse fluttering in her throat against his fingers. He hesitated, reined himself in, put a throttle hold on the Wolverine before he bent towards her. He'd only get one first kiss with his girl; one kiss to show her what she was to him. Damned if he'd screw it up.
But she closed the distance, an eager little mew in her throat, until all he had to do was dip his head down just a touch and there she was. That soft, luscious, tender mouth, was so sweet under his. She stilled against him, sensation shocking them both, heat like honey bursting through him. Trying to keep his mouth gentle on hers Logan sipped and nipped at her lips, loving every gasp and breathless catch of surprise as she tried to get closer to him. His need was getting the better of him, one hand cupping her neck and jaw while the other wound into that glory of hair waving down her back.
She moaned into his mouth and he nearly lost control, his tongue sliding over her lips and tasting her. Surprise stilled her breathing again for a moment until she cautiously imitated his caress. More heat, sweet fire at the touch of her tongue in his mouth. And he began to devour. Caught her tongue between his lips and sucked on it like he wanted to suck on her tits and clit. His lips grew rougher, drew her mouth deeper to his, until she was tugging at his hair, pulling herself as close as she could.
His hand dropped from her cheek and slid down to her waist, pushed past the elastic of her sweatpants and into the stolen shorts she still wore. His palm was big enough to cup half of her ass, squeezing and pressing her hips against his. Her muffled squeak of surprise mutated into a moan as he tore his mouth from hers and fastened it to the pulse point of her neck. The animal in him wanted to put his mark on her, on that vulnerable spot, show the world she belonged to him.
And she was arching her neck up to his mouth, her breasts pressed to his chest, and she'd wrapped her thighs around his waist. A swivel of her hips and she was grinding her body down onto his. Trapped behind denim and cotton his cock was throbbing in agony and pleasure as she writhed against it. That gorgeous magnolia voice was murmuring his name, moaning it for him. She was going to drive him crazy.
Whiskers against the tender skin of her neck, her body shifting restlessly and a gasp of his name, a hot plea for mercy or satisfaction, he couldn't be sure which. But the sound of it simply urged the Wolverine on and he drew that soft skin into his mouth, sucked and nibbled until he smelt the tiny bursting blood vessels. "Logan," Marie's voice was sultry sin against his neck and he groaned in satisfaction. "You make me feel so good sugar." She was still rubbing against him, shivering and he shuddered in response.
"Fuckin' hell darlin'." The feral pulled her closer and kissed her neck and mouth and cheek. "Baby, I dunno where we're gonna end up, land wise. But we're getting out of town and then we're getting' a fuckin' room."
"Definitely." Her agreement was on the shaky side and he pulled away to give her a sharp look.
"Scare you?" He was feeling slightly incoherent and all the blood in his body was still in his dick.
"Nah, could feel you…holdin' back." She shook her head and he reluctantly pulled his hand off her ass. "Just…didn't wanna stop."
"Yeah, me neither." Logan forced himself to turn towards the steering wheel again. Marie pulled the seatbelt out of the cushions and strapped herself in next to him. He draped an arm over her shoulders and let himself rub a cheek over her hair for a moment before he started the truck back up. For a minute he squinted at the windows until he realized they'd fogged them up good. That got a chuckle out of him and a giggle from his woman when he explained the problem. "Been a long time since I fogged up the car windows," he admitted still chuckling.
"First time for me," She laughed up at him. "Glad it's you."
"Yeah," Logan pressed his lips to her forehead and felt heat burn through him, innocent as the caress was. "Wouldn't have anyone but you darlin'."
She felt dizzy with sensation. Casting her mind back to what she recalled of her life before her mutation she couldn't find any instance of such intense feelings before. Her entire body felt like one huge exposed nerve, vibrating in reaction to Logan's presence and touch.
His heavy arm was slung around her shoulders. It kept her close to his body and she turned her face to his chest. Rogue inhaled his scent and felt slightly calmer but at the same time, her heart speed up. Automatically her fingers slid up to touch the dog tags she still wore around her neck. Logan had given them to her before he'd left. She'd put them on right away ignoring that they didn't exactly match her fancy dress or earrings.
"I'll be back for these," He'd promised her. The heated look in his eyes had promised other things.
She smiled again as his fingers stroked through her hair, drawing her out of the memory, and looked up at him. "Sugar, you realize I still got your tags? You want 'em back?"
"Nah," He chuckled. "Put 'em on you so any guy who tried to take a second look would know you belonged to me." Those bright eyes of his looked down at her for a moment before he put his gaze back on the road. "And I wanted to make sure you knew I'd come back for you."
"Yeah we did have quite a few chaperones at the time didn't we," Rogue recalled. He'd waited until the dance was nearly over but most of the students had stayed until the bitter end. Jean and Scott had stayed as well, their eyes fixed upon Logan and Rogue.
"Heh," Logan grumbled. "Professor X really wants to encourage unity he'd do better to make up a school uniform or some rules about the dress code." His mouth quirked up in a rueful half smile as she made a noise of inquiry. "Seems to me that all kids use clothes for is to made other kids feel stupid. Never understood the whole idea of everyone imitatin' someone else."
"Power," Rogue said softly. "Everybody wants power. An' for some, only way is to make others feel helpless." She knew what that was like, far too well. "Like Jean. She didn't want me around 'cause you cared about me. I made her feel less powerful."
"That you did." The Wolverine agreed. "But she was losin' her hold on me long before you showed up darlin'." He frowned and looked at her with a question in his eyes. "Baby, you know I'll try to be a good man for you right?"
"Logan what're you talkin' about?" Rogue couldn't contain the burble of amusement at the thought of her Wolverine being anything but a good man. "Why're you worried about that?"
"Probably 'cause I'm not," he growled his irritation. "Most a the time I'm a jackass darlin'. I like fightin' and drinkin' even if alcohol is more like lemonade. I like sex and I've had a lot of it. I can't stand cities and I don't give a shit about fashion, manners or people in general."
"So?" She looked up at him. "All that might make you rude, or not especially nice. But it doesn't mean you aren't a good man." Rogue narrowed her eyes. "You didn't answer my question. Why are you worried about it?"
"Somethin'..." Logan took a deep breath and she felt him wrapping a lock of platinum and ebony hair around his fingers. "Before you came along, I was really... well I was chasin' Jean pretty hard. Even kissed her once."
"Uh huh," Rogue tried to keep her voice even. This was no time to have a jealous fit over something that happened before Logan had even met her. It wasn't easy to fool the Wolverine though.
"Back then, figured it was as close as I'd get to bein' happy." The Wolverine admitted in a low voice. "I was trying to convince her to choose me. That she didn't need Scott."
Rogue frowned as she heard the pain in his voice. Jean had hurt him. Suddenly she wanted to turn the truck around and kick a certain red-headed telepath bitch's ass. "Guess she was stringin' you along huh sugar?"
"Yeah." He nodded and his jaw tensed. "She told me that good girls don't end up with the bad boy. They marry the good guy." His eyes gleamed gold as he turned to look at her and Rogue wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. "I guess because the good guys stick around."
"It doesn't count if they make you go Logan," Rogue sighed. "You're a good man. A man." She rubbed her cheek against his bicep. "The mansion is full of guys. Boys thinkin' they're men. I don't need a guy. I need you. You're a man. You'll call me on my shit and you won't have a tantrum if I tell you that you're wrong. You'll stand for me and you'll want me to stand for you."
She turned slightly out of his embrace so he could see her face without taking his eyes entirely off the road. "I'm not a damsel in distress that needs rescuin' Logan. I got myself out of the fuckin' labs and if it ever happens again I won't wait for you to come an' save me. I'll be workin' to get out just like I know you would. I don't want a prince or a knight. I want the man who'll meet me halfway."
"I just..."
More than ever Rogue wanted to give Jean a taste of Mississippi justice. That bitch had made Logan, the most prosaically heroic man she'd ever met, feel like he wasn't good enough. Like he literally wasn't a good enough person to be with Jean. "I'm gonna kick her fuckin' ass," Marie heard her accent thicken to the point of her speech being near unintelligible. "That henna dyed heifer'll be prayin' she can' reverse time an' never even meet you much less pull that sorta crap on my Logan. Or maybe I'll just drain her to the point of bein' normal an' we'll see how fuckin' perfect everyone thinks she is then!" She could hear herself ranting but she couldn't seem to stop.
"Darlin', baby," Logan was trying to calm her down as he pulled over again but she was too busy swearing a blue streak and promising to let hens nest in Jean's hair after it had been shaved off with rusty blades. "Marie!" It was the Wolverine now, growling down at her with beautiful gold eyes.
"Yeah sugar?" She blinked up at him and got a feral grin in return.
"Mine." His mouth was coming closer and closer and then... God the heat of it, the fire that swept through her at the touch of his mouth was like nothing she'd ever felt. Wolverine wasn't gentle like Logan. He took and devoured and demanded she keep up with him until she was in his lap. Her shirt was pushed up and over her head and his mouth fixed to her breast. She could feel his lips, his teeth, drawing at her flesh even through the fabric of his wifebeater and her bra. It was as if her body was trying to outgrow her skin. She ached, her skin too hot and tight, her breasts painfully swollen and a pulse like fire throbbed between her thighs.
She'd gotten her hands beneath his shirt, palms flat against his stomach and tried to unbutton his jeans but she couldn't get her angle right. And his hands were distracting, one palm rubbing her breast while the other had no trouble snaking down the front of her yoga pants and into her panties. Her moan wasn't pretty, a guttural animalistic howl of need and delight as he cupped her pussy and rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit.
Marie moaned against the skin of his neck, his skin was hot and tangy in her mouth, she couldn't stop kissing it. His neck, the skin near his shoulder as his mouth switched to her other breast. She could hear him, groaning and growling against her until he popped a claw and sliced the front of her shirt and bra open. His lips found bare flesh which, heated with desire, shivered in the cool air and her nipples tightened painfully.
Her insides were turning to liquid, melting down her thighs, coating his fingers as he fixed his mouth to her breast. A long slow pull of his mouth and she felt it like lightning along her nerves to the junction of her thighs. Everything throbbed in time to his lips as they sucked on her tits and Rogue moaned. "Wolverine, Logan... oh..."
She could feel his satisfaction, the Wolverine needed her passion, her acceptance of his nature and he reveled in her desire for him. She'd named him in her passion and then the man. She was his. "Yes," She arched her breasts up to his mouth, exposed to the sun but for his huge form shadowing her. "I'm yours. You know I'm yours. Wolverine. Logan." She begged then, "Please..."
"Yours." He shifted under her palm, his cock hard and pressing up against his jeans. But even with one hand free, rubbing up and down her spine, he didn't make a move to free his body from its confines. Gold eyes stared down at her for a moment before he dipped his head back to her breasts again.
"Mine," Rogue agreed with a gasp as she felt his thick fingers stroking her slippery flesh gently. Without even thinking of what it might mean, she spread her thighs wider for his hand. His growl of pleasure was sweeter than any endearment as his two of his fingers slid inside her and pressed upwards more slowly and gently than she would have expected. Her gasp was shocked and pleased and she couldn't help herself. Her hips twitched and ground onto his hand in need.
"Yes," Wolverine growled at her and those gold eyes blazed hot with satisfaction. Marie shuddered hotly under his gaze and her hands tightened on his body, clinging to him.
Hot, and full and so deep, so right inside her. She'd never felt anything like it. His hands and mouth on her body became the world. Slow presses, in and out, until she was shivering and trying to arch her back to his mouth and her hips to his hands. There was no escaping the pleasure, the overwhelming heat or the chaos that seemed to consume her body. It simply built and built with every movement until she was gasping his name, crying out mindlessly and finally clinging to him as the storm built and built and then broke over her.
"Logan, Wolverine..." She thought she screamed as her body felt like it had imploded. Sensation was almost tangible as it washed over her.
"That's my girl," He muttered in her ear. "That's my beautiful sexy woman." Logan had cradled her against his chest, his hand still between her thighs, easing her down from the heights he'd taken her to. "God you're so sweet darlin'. So fuckin' beautiful." His lips ghosted kisses over her face and hair as she shivered.
"Wolverine...Logan," Rogue could barely whisper and had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing his senses were so acute.
"Yeah baby?" His hand between her thighs was still lazily stroking her flesh, sending little aftershocks through her body until she almost moaned again.
"Can I...do anything for you Sugar?" She wanted to pleasure him, the way he had her, but at the same time there was a long way between willing and able. She'd seen all sorts of horrors on the streets. All the things that had been forced on her in the labs… Who knew what ugly shadows would rear their heads when she tried to please him?
"First time I come with you, wanna be inside you," Logan told her. He gently eased his fingers out of her body and immediately she frowned with how empty she felt. "The Wolverine got a little carried away when you started talkin' about drainin' Red dry an' letting chickens use her hair for a nest."
Rogue giggled against his chest. "I like how he gets carried away," she admitted. "But now I really wanna find a hotel room."
"Yeah." He agreed and pressed a hot kiss to her lips. "Better put your shirt back on or we'll get pulled over." His hand cupped her pussy once more before he patted it gently. When she moved off his lap and back onto the bench seat to take his suggestion Logan slid his hand out of her panties and began to suck on his fingers. His groan of pleasure sent shivers over her skin. "I take it back," He growled.
"Take what back sugar?" Rogue tried to fix her hair into something that didn't look like she'd been freshly tumbled.
"First thing I'm gonna do is make a meal of you darlin'." The Wolverine growled his intentions and Rogue shivered. The gold faded slightly, Wolverine ceding control to the man, and Logan smiled down at her, hunger and affection mixed together perfectly. "Ain't just Wolverine talkin' Marie," he murmured as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "You don't know what it does to me, to him, to have you care about us. About what hurts us."
"Got an idea." She'd offered gently. "Same's it does to me, that you care about what happens to me." Did he understand at all how rare that was to her? That not even her parents had cared so much for her feelings or wellbeing? She was used to no one giving a damn. That was how it had been for so long. And then Logan had given her a ride and her entire life had changed.
Author's Note: So it's been asked where Rogue and Logan are going. But with these two? They don't have any idea. Away is the only thing they're thinking of. Or at least, away and a bed.
I don't have plans for them to stay away from the mansion long term though. To me that's just another form of running away. But they do need some time to themselves and that's what they're aiming for in the short term.