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Rogue reached out, fingers tenderly tracing over the metal blade, cool and sleek, sharp and reassuring. She felt her skin prickle and the heavy ache of fire flicker in her belly, as it licked and inched through her veins, a tick at her cheek. Breath hitching, breasts straining, nose flared, surrounded by the scent of arousal. His. Hers. Theirs. And leather and fire and rain. Her throat tightened as she withdrew quickly and turned, reveling in the loaded weight of the daggers in her palms.
She crouched and cast her eyes downward, hair spilling in reckless waves over her tense bare shoulders, supple muscles straining as she fought the quiver of anticipation and her stomach dropped. She lifted her arms and crossed them protectively over her chest as she fought to center herself, mind reeling. She felt the first brave drop fall and slip down her spine, sliding beneath the black leather like a lover's touch and heard the sizzle and acrid smoke filled her nostrils. Rogue savagely banished the thought and held herself steady. She stretched her arms out to her sides and drew a deep breath through the all encompassing urge to scream, channeling it, and the rain started to fall in earnest.
"He'll never love you."
Opening her eyes, Marie's head flew up and she became instantly awake, fully aware of her surroundings as she spun, flipping the daggers out from the crooks of her elbows and lunged, slashing through the red, eyes blazing brighter than the pillars of candles at their feet.
Jean smiled, soft and sly as a fox as she used telekinesis to bury the twelve inch daggers deeper in her heart. Rogue took short, sharp breaths through her teeth, lip curled as the older woman's eyes turned a startling shade of yellow. Her skin shifted and morphed, twisting and contorting. Into Bobby.
"Bad time to say I told you so?" there was a pale blue lightning of amusement between his lashes, his mouth quirked in icy contempt, dark sweater clinging to his impaled chest, moving up and down as his cruel laugh parried her assault.
She was too startled by the suggestion to offer any objection. He grabbed her wrists, grip fierce and tight, bruising and froze them there. He leaned forward and lowered his voice.
"Or would that be cold hearted?" A bright mockery invaded his stare, lips thin, words raking over her like talons.
Rogue tried desperately to yank herself free but her slippery hands were frozen to the hilt. She grit her teeth, grimacing as her heart pounded and her adrenaline spiked.
"Or is it really me that you want dead?"
The daggers clattered to Kitty's feet as Rogue stumbled back from the force of her retreat and Kitty shot her a penetrating look as she rose, the mirror of her wide eyed innocence merely a smoke screen, before she vanished into thin air.
Rogue twisted where she stood, shock of wet white hair flinging around her face and heard a deep jovial laugh echoing around her in the dark, making the fine hair on her dripping arms raise, chest heaving beneath the damp fabric, eyes wild as they penetrated the night. She dove for the daggers and rolled to her feet, graceful, despite her transience, eyes reaching into the dark as she poised and waited.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Silly girl. Metal as your weapon? Against me?"
Rogue flew back into the wall, head cracking against the concrete and saw dots blot out her vision, efficiently disarmed as candles scattered at her feet. It took several seconds for her eyes to adjust and for the anger to burn away the lingering haze enough for her to focus. She saw two blurry flashes of yellow about six feet high off the ground. She blinked the water back from her eyes.
She could feel his sharp stare boring into her, appraising her lazily as he sauntered closer through the mist, every move screaming predator. She stiffened, her breath caught painfully in her lungs.
"You like to play with knives, Marie? I've got a few I can share." he drawled, a hint of censure in his tone as his claws made a distinct piercing sound, cutting through the last of her disorientation, making a shiver roll down her spine and her stomach churn.
Rogue clenched her mouth tighter and turned her head away without offering a response.
The corner of his mouth twisted upward in more of a snarl than a smile.
"Did you ever think this is why I never wanted you? Because you're too weak to handle it like a damn grown up? Look at you… Poor little lost girl, can't survive without me to validate her existence. I bet you cried when you woke up alone, huh? You're just so damn needy. Trying to trap someone like me with a one night stand. A literal fucking death trap. What did you think you could give me that I couldn't get from a hundred other women, elsewhere? And survive to see the morning?"
From lowered lids she shot him a commanding look and his glare burned through her, eyes darkening as he held her gaze across a sudden ringing silence. The only sound the thunder of her heartbeat, uneven breathing and the rain as it struck the landscape.
She flexed her forearm, clenching her fist around the blade of the dagger hidden in the shadow of her thigh and slowly inched it closer, shielding it at her side. His eyes flashed in a familiar display of impatience.
She used the impression of needing to steady herself with her weapon hand at her back as she straightened and Logan cocked his head, looking menacing with his hair plastered to his face and skull. His eyebrows flickered a little.
All of Marie's bitterness, loneliness, and confusion welded together in one upsurge of victorious ferocity as she flung the dagger at his smug face and closed the minimal distance between them, not waiting to see him catch it with ease, and wheeled into a roundhouse, knocking the dagger back out of his hands as he ducked back laughing. She used the velocity of her kick to carry her all the way around, picking it up as her body spiraled and swiped it across his chest with lethal accuracy as her body completed the circle. The Wolverine vanished and her blow slashed through nothing but rain.
"Nice moves, kid."
Rogue didn't hesitate, she drove the dagger back behind her and straight beneath Logan's ribs, shaking with fury. She looked back over her shoulder, heaving.
"Mmmpf! Rrrrggghh. Ow. Holy shit… ok. I guess I deserved that. Argh. Geez, Rogue."
Logan's broad face carved in pain. He grit his teeth and slowly removed the offending piece of metal, exhaling in a ragged guff and dropped it, his blood staining the ground.
"That. Is not... Foreplay."
"SIMULATION COMPLETE."
Author's Note: I hope this chapter did not make you as angry as it made me lol. Feel free to tell me if it did. Or, if it didn't. Either way, ya'll are, as always, fabulous! *mwah!*