Rogue had gone through a very tough year; first she was asked to help Jean get back into the swing of things, she was then taken by the group known as Friends of Humanity and tortured, shortly after that the Brotherhood 'saved' her only to use her for their own selfish desires.
Now upon Charles Xavier's request, she was on the other side of the world.
"Hmph, for my own good he says, I need to relearn my minimal control he says. ugh." the young brunette flopped onto the overstuffed bed.
After three jogs in the woods that surrounded the small house, Rogue finally settled in for the night.
Almost off to dreamland, she jerked awake. Sighing she crept into the hallway, stopping at the kitchen doorway. Frowning when she found the light on, she made her way into the kitchen. The man sitting at the small round dining table halted her in her tracks.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Rogue took the Molsons that Logan had away, "It's against the rules."
"Well shit." The burly man said. Taking in the sight of 'his' girl in one of his paid shirts, 'now when did she manage to snag that.' he thought.
"Besides, sugah aren't you seeing Jean now?"
Both man and beast growled. Who the hell had told her that load of crap.
Rogue took in a deep breath. Shocked, she glared at the feral. "Why the hell do you have my scent on you?!"
Smirking, Logan took out a lacey piece of fabric from his pocket. "you should really get a dog or something." rubbing the fabric between his fingers.
"Logan I swear, if it's been you taking my underwear this entire time, so help me I'll drain you dry." a dark crimson dusted her entire face. "Also you being here is against the professors rules." she added quietly.
Standing, Logan caught the woman's wrists in his larger hand. His dark hazel eyes burning with desire.
"Rules are meant to be broken, now can I get the kiss I came here for?"