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Part 2
I woke after a few hours of dreamless sleep. Logan was still beside me, which made me very happy. He began to stir almost as I did, and so I leaned into him and kissed him on the tip of his nose. He scrunched his face up in an annoyed, ticklish sort of way, and I felt his arms reach around me, and he rolled me on top of him, taking my mouth properly without even opening his eyes. His hands ran down my back, coming to rest on my hips, which he pulled towards himself, grinding against me, as I felt his kiss turn into a grin. I was all too willing to give him exactly what he wanted; allowing myself to slide down to take him.
He shuddered, as he always did when he let me lead. Perhaps it was the anticipation of my body. I tangled my fingers into his hair and slid myself up and down, loving every soft moan, and desperate finger hold on my back. I had no idea if this room was sound proofed, so I drew things out for us both, so that when the climax came it was a glorious release and not a frenzy. I collapsed onto his chest and let him wrap me in his arms until we both came back to ourselves. And then, without another word, he swept me off the bed and into the shower with him. At least there, under the running water, I could laugh, giggle or moan as loud as I wanted.
There were so many benefits to Logan being immune to me now; the obvious physical ones, and the simpler things, like having a shower together. Ok, so the two weren't always mutually exclusive, like that morning. But we both knew that this could be the last time, and instead of being lost in the sadness, we tried to take every ounce of joy that we could from each other. But showers were also good for disguising tears, and I shed a few as his back was turned to me, because I couldn't keep out all the sadness; and the image from the movie, Passchendale, returned to me, about the last time the hero and heroine had shared their intimacy. There was no holding the tears back. I hid them with the shampoo.
After a cup of tea and a muffin for breakfast, which sadly, tasted like cardboard due to my anxiety, Kurt came to find me. I wondered if inmates on death row actually enjoyed their last meals, or if they tasted much as mine had? Kurt wanted to get my image scanned for his holoprojector, it didn't take long, and Logan came along too so they could try it out immediately. We had done the initial scan, and Kurt was checking it over for any areas of pixel dropout.
"When did you two get married?"
"About five years ago." Logan answered. It hadn't occurred to me to tell Kurt, though I had made no effort to hide my rings. Logan didn't usually wear one, that was ok with me, it just got in his way at work; normal work, back home. He had one, Hank, my Hank back in Canada, had picked it up for me when he had driven over to see his Mom. Logan wore it when we went out. I looked over at him, he was wearing it today. I hadn't even realized he had brought it with him.
"Congratulations." Kurt's voice was distracted, and so unlike the man we had left behind.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you Kurt." I felt I needed to apologize.
"It's ok." He tried so smile, knowing from my voice, that I was upset.
"If there was anyone I wanted to be there with us Kurt, you know it would have been you."
"I know."
"What's going on Kurt? There's something you're not telling us."
He looked up at me again, away from the computer screen. His eyes were dull, and when I looked closer at him the slump in his shoulders was obvious. I had known that he had been 'off' nearly from the moment I had seen him walk into the bar, but I had been so caught up in my own misery at his arrival I had done nothing but assume that his unhappiness had come from the attack, from team members being lost. But it was something much greater than that.
"I don't want to talk about it right now Marie." He called me that because it was only the three of us in the room. I debated pushing him, but thought the better of it with Logan's hand on my shoulder.
"We'll get her back Kurt." I was an idiot. Logan was obviously a lot smarter than me when it came to reading people. I tried to hide my surprise, and dropped my eyes to the floor. I don't know what Kurt's response was to Logan, except that it was unspoken.
"Here, I've finished." He held the device out to Logan.
"Ok elf, show me what to do."
I watched as Kurt demonstrated the minute controls on the device, and then Logan activated it. There was a brief shimmer and I found myself staring at myself. It was incredibly odd, and just a little stomach churning.
"Looks ok?"
"Ja mein freund, but you will have to talk more softly if you hope to pass for Marie."
"Let's give it a go then." Logan, now me, walked out of the lab into the corridor. I waited until he had rounded the corner before following him and Kurt. I heard Scott's voice intercept them and stood my ground, just out of sight.
"How is your work going Kurt?" he asked.
"We're finished, Logan should be around in a minute." He was deliberately misleading Scott.
"Rogue, you should probably take some time today with Remy, so you two are ok with your post on the rooftop."
"K", Logan had almost whispered, trying to imitate my drawl. I knew the difference, but after so many years Scott couldn't be faulted for not noticing.
"I think he's having breakfast if you want to catch him." It was more of a directive than a suggestion. I thought that now would be a good time to emerge.
"Mornin' Scott." I tried to use a deeper voice than normal, and I twisted my smile up a bit like Logan's half sneer. He looked between the two of us Rogues as I approached, and nodded at Kurt.
"Nice job." I linked hands with my counterpart, even if I couldn't see it; his hand felt the same to me.
"Off to find Remy then darlin'" I asked, Logan answered in his own voice.
"Sounds good darlin'"
Now it was quite obvious who was who, and Logan slapped Scott on the shoulder as we passed.
"We're assembling at two to go over the final plans in my office."
"We'll be there."
