Chapter 12: Rogue

A flash of lightning woke Rogue up on the next night. She was startled, tied to the bed from fear and she kept breathing out heavily when she opened her sleepy eyes. Her room was dark and the raindrops kept drumming the glass of the window. Rogue tried to calm her breathing down, slowly starting to remember what she had dreamed about. Logan.

This was not the first time – and she feared it was not the last either. Every time the dream was about the same things. Rogue kept dreaming how he would touch her, please her and sometimes – make love to her. It was not like she really knew what it was like, since she had no experience, but still it brought up this exciting sensation to her body. Like it had really happened, like he had been there and touched her. But as always, there was no one else but her in the room. Rogue looked at the ceiling, feeling the burning electric pressure inside her underwear. Her body wanted it to be true but she knew it could not happen. Logan didn't like using condom because according to him, they would break apart in the middle of the action anyway, so what was the point. The rubber could not keep up with him. And that would set him in a grave danger. It was the reason they had not had sex yet. Rogue's power could kill him instantly. That was not a price she would be willing to pay to make love to him.

Before she could even realize, her hands were slowly caressing her breasts underneath her silky top. It was like the body demanded the touch and it also responded very quickly to it. She didn't get touching much because of the fear she might hurt someone by yearning human connection. So the only one who could actually touch her without fearing to get the life sucked out of oneself, was her. And that was also her only solace tonight.

Rogue felt the comfort dashing over her as the nipples reacted to the touch. As the breasts tensed, her sex also prepared itself, like it knew what was coming. Rogue's other hand stroked her stomach carefully, making its way down. The picture of Logan touching him like this... it brought the situation to a whole new level. Because of the dream, his features were fresh in her memory, as was his pretended touch and sexed up look. Rogue sighed heavily as she reach down on herself. The lips melted under her fingers when she carefully slid them in, fumbling the walls inside of her. Her legs drifted apart only from thinking about it and they quivered as the fingers touched the soft spots.

The breathing got heavier and Rogue started to moan while the fingers kept imitating the movement of Logan's cock. It would probably feel nothing like this, this was only child's play, but this was all she could do. She remembered all the times Logan had expressed how much he wanted her and was willing to take risk for her. Rogue wasn't. It would be important that when - yes, when not if– it would happen, it would not be dangerous for either of them. They would find a way, she was sure of it.

Rogue pushed her hips forward and arched her back as she was pleasuring herself with Logan's body on her mind. She could almost hear his rough moan in her ears, imagining if only he could see her now. The little insecure girl turned into a woman right in front of him. Entering into adults world by masturbating on her bed while thinking about him making love to her. She had come a long way...

"You now, you're sleeping in front of my front door", Logan's voice woke her up from the cold, rock hard street. She peeked from under her dark green hood and watched as this tall and muscular man stood in front of her. Rogue glanced at the door.
"It's the club's door", Rogue said, clearing her throat to make her voice stronger. Logan smirked.
"It's still my door", the man explained.
"Ya own this club?" Rogue asked. She was surprised. The man didn't seem like a pimp or anything.
"Yeah", Logan nodded. "So move or I'll make you move."
Rogue stood up, brushing her clothes clean.
"I need a job", she explained the reason why she had been sleeping here. Rogue had heard about this club as she was travelling from town to town, and it could just be her saving grace, as twisted as it sounded. The things she had to do for money was not a far from this kind of hellhole...
"Oh really?" Logan said, opening the door with his keys. "There's a restaurant down the street. Maybe you should ask if they need someone to do the dishes."
"No", Rogue shook her head. "I need a job from here. From yar club."
Logan glanced her and was not impressed.
"What are you? Fifteen?"
"Eighteen", Rogue said.
"Yeah right..." Logan was amused. Rogue stared at him but there was only one way to prove it. She pulled out her ID from her wallet and gave it to him. Logan took it and didn't realize what he was looking at first. Then he saw her name and picture. "Anna Marie D'Ancanto", he read out load, thinking that the name sounded pretty posh. This kid was probably some rich man's daughter, running away from her controlling parents. He wasn't interested on teenage rebels who thought the only way to make themselves independent adults was to sell themselves on the club. That was not why the girls in her club did it and Logan was always making sure the reasons to do all this were right. He gave the ID back to her after seeing her age. "You may be 18 but this job is not for you."
"Why? Ya don't know that", Rogue was desperate.
"I can just take a look at you for a second and I know", Logan was sure.
"I'm a good dancer", Rogue tried. "I can dance."
"Every girl says they are good dancers, when in fact only few are", Logan said from experience, looking at her. There was disappointed look on Rogue's face. He felt sorry for her, yes, but she was not his problem.
"I heard... this place was... for people like us", Rogue almost whispered, hoping it would safe her. "Mutants."
"You're... a mutant...?" Logan asked and Rogue nodded. He had always had this sense of community when it came to mutants. This place could be sex club but it was also a safe house for mutants, helping them to get better life. He glanced around, like checking if there was somebody there. When the coast was clear, he nodded her to come inside. "We'll talk. That's all."

Rogue released herself, with her chest tired from panting. The shaking hands fell down beside her and she felt the burn pacing down slowly. It was insane how much she wanted the dream to come true and in moments like this it was everything she could think about.