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Rogue's neck jacked back up from where her chin had dropped to her chest, his closeness like a drug, lulling her to euphoria. She could barely remember where she was. Her brows drew down in a frown and confusion closed her mouth. The sweetly intoxicating musk of his body overwhelming her, upsetting her balance. As he bent his head down, somewhere far away, her pride told her she should fight him off. Trouble was, she didn't want to push him away. She only knew that she was going to die if he didn't get inside of her. Right now.

To hell with it. If they could do this in detention, count her in. Rogue's breast surged, pushing up against his wickedly hot mouth as he drew her budded pink nipple in, sucking savagely. He swirled his tongue in a leisurely spiral, traveling along the crease on its underside to her sternum and ran it up to the hollow at the base of her throat and clamped down. She gasped, unable to control her outcry of delight as he dug his fingers into her hips and held her still. Rogue's head fell back, her hands coming around the back of his head, holding him to her as her legs opened wide and she ground against the ridge in his zipper.

In response, he growled testing her flesh with his teeth, his arm circling her waist and crushed her to him, her lips quivering in unspoken passion, the calloused fingers of his other hand ravaging the nipple of her unplundered breast.

"Logan…" she whimpered, dying to know what else he could do with his tongue and those hands... The degree to which she responded to him stunning her.

He released her and she heard him inhale, his skin glistening as his lungs were filled and his chest expanded. The scent of her arousal hit him so hard it would have brought him to his knees had he not been sitting down already. He groaned again, blood pumping like he was in a dead out run, his erection throbbing like it had it's own heartbeat. She reached down and grabbed at his tshirt, trying to pull it up and over his head. The teasing glimpses of his golden marble body not nearly enough to satiate her. She wanted to take all of him in.

He raised the bulk of of his thick muscle bound arms and allowed her as she dipped her dainty hands beneath the hem and ran her nails lightly up over the corded ridges of his steel abs, twitching beneath her burning fingers as she grazed his nipples as they danced over his pecs. He let out a deep tortured sound at the back of his throat, the shirt dropping to the floor in a fleshy flop. Breathing hard, his head came down, eyes intense beneath heavy lids as he assessed her. The expression on his face was odd. Open and vulnerable, nuances of emotion chased each other across his features. Tenderness mixed with ravenous lust... delight with fear... She gazed steadily back at him, lips parted, damp and warm, the glowing image of fire, passion, and trust. And impatience.

She tilted her head up in mute invitation to meet him in a moment of uncontrollable desire as he kissed her again, harder than ever, devouring her mouth, skin to skin, while her hands explored his broad back, familiarizing themselves with every muscle and vertebrae as she yielded to the searing need that had been building since the day they'd met, her core blooming for him as her heart almost burst from love and anguish. She was so fucking tired of waiting. She wanted him now. He explored her smooth, creamy inner thighs, outlining the lace lining her panties with his thumbs as she bucked against him, quivering in his lap.

"Damnit, quit trying to kill me…" she begged in soul drenching drafts.

"What do you want me to do, Rogue?" he rumbled hot against her ear as he trailed a series of slow, shivery kisses along her jaw, her fragrant hair tickling his nose. "This?" He flicked his thumb out, stroking her clit and locked back onto her gasping mouth, swallowing her cry of ecstasy as she succumbed to the forceful domination of his lips and came closer, offering her body to him, desperate. He growled and nearly came right then and there as she returned his kiss with reckless abandon and he popped both sets of his claws, cleanly severing her damp satin panties on both sides.

Her lashes flew up, surprised and she sat back, completely exposed beneath his gaze. He stopped, panting, and withdrew his claws, afraid that he'd frightened her. She gulped, trying to catch her breath, heart thundering as she paused for a moment, seeming to make a decision. She hesitantly reached for his hand. Logan followed the motion with his eyes and made no motion to retrieve it, curious, utterly at her mercy at this point.

She drew it to her full red pout, which she ran feather light over his knuckles and her lids slipped shut. Logan didn't dare move as his pants tightened even further, unbearably so, his shaft about to bust through the wet denim. She brought the soft arch of her flushed cheek to his roughened palm and leaned into it, tilting her chin up and locked eyes with him. Logan wasn't sure if he was still breathing.

She pulled her bruised bottom lip between her teeth and slowly drew his massive square hand down over the arc of her slender peach tinted cream throat, exposing it to him, and delicately across her collarbone, never taking her eyes off of his, and continued trailing it down over her firm jutting breast and used him to massage the round globe, fingers grazing it's peak as it drifted down over her ribs. She bit back a moan and Logan wasn't sure, but he wouldn't be surprised if his tongue was hanging out the side of his head. His dick twitched painfully and his head swirled, lost. The whole world could go to hell if it liked. There was only Rogue. His Rogue.

She splayed his hand out on her flat, taut belly, taking up all the space between her hip bones and his heart stuttered. His jaw tensed visibly and he swallowed, a hot ache in his throat, mouth dry, nose flaring.

"I want you to do it again." she rasped softly, dark, her voice crushed velvet. Beautifully broken.

A swatch of dark hair fell casually on his forehead as pleasure softened his granite like features, a glint of wonder in his eyes and he covered her hand with his own and guided her between her parted thighs, never breaking contact with her eyes. Her look was so galvanizing it sent a shiver rippling down his spine. She gasped when she felt him draw her fingers down to rest lightly on her outer folds.

"Show me." he rumbled, simmering with barely checked passion.

Head dropping to her shoulder, nipples peeking from beneath her silken waves, heaving as she breathed and he watched her draw herself open slowly and bare her most delicate, sensitive flesh. He took a deep intake of breath. She felt him spread her even wider. When she dipped her forefinger down to flick against her clit she couldn't stop herself from crying out, marveling at how unbelievably hot her body was. Hot and wet. His large paws took her face and held it gently.

"Don't close your eyes. Look at me." he whispered huskily.

As though his words released her, she gave herself freely to the fire that he lit deep within her. Rogue flicked at herself again, and once more, teasing herself mercilessly before she relented and began to stroke her flesh the full length, relishing the hunger she saw in his eyes. She gave up trying to hold back her cries, each one seeming to push him farther past sanity. She imagined him kissing the insides of her thighs, finding her sex with his mouth. Licking her. Darting his tongue inside. She opened her lips and moaned in frustration.

"I need you. Please... Touch me."

Logan's control snapped.

His lips found their way instinctually to hers and she felt buffeted by the winds of a savage harmony as he slid one finger inside of her. She was so fucking tight she bit his lip in resistance.

"Rogue…" he moaned against her mouth.

"Yes," she heard herself reply. Her voice sounded like a stranger's. Logan tried to reign himself in slightly. She was so small. And no part of him met that requirement. Rogue growled in response.

"Don't." she implored him with her eyes.

She felt his finger curl slightly, pressing up against her inner walls and a spasm of intense pleasure shuddered through her body as he outlined the tip of her breast with his other and she nodded. Her vision disintegrated and she didn't even hear her own cry of pleasure in response, although she knew she'd made it.

He began to stroke her in and out, pressing up against her pubic bone with every pass while he continued to ravish her mouth, her neck, her breasts, whispering his love for each part of her body as he went.

Rogue could hardly breathe. Waves of pleasure crashing over her, so intense they were almost painful as he flicked her clit with his thumb once more. Blood pounded in her brain, leapt from her heart, and made her knees tremble. Her voice was rising, crying out for release, her passion spurring him on as his expert touch sent her soaring to even higher levels of ecstasy. A bright flare of desire sprang to her eyes and her senses reeled as if short circuited, an electric shock scorched through her body, exploding in a downpour of fiery sensations as she was hurtled beyond the point of return.

Distantly, she could hear her own voice screaming her pleasure, screaming his name while her body came wildly for him. Her consciousness seemed to ebb and flame more distinctly than ever as she collapsed against his chest, nuzzling him, still blinded by stars. She felt his hand brush the hair back from her neck and she vaguely felt his supple muscles tense.

"You ok in there?" Logan murmured a little while later. Cupping her chin, he searched her upturned face. He titled his brows, staring down at her uncertainly. There was a deeper significance to the visual interchange.

She swallowed and nodded, letting her breathing catch up with itself. "Wow," she finally managed.

Logan exhaled a long sigh of contentment and laughed, deep and reverberating, dropping a kiss to her forehead. And then pressed her lips to his, caressing her mouth heartbreakingly gently as he spoke.

"Yeah…"

"Hey, Logan. I bet I can get out of detention…"

"Oh, yeah? How's tha- Hey! That's cheating… Oh, fuck it… don't stop… mmmm. Fuck, Rogue… Where the hell did you learn how to do that?"

Joy bubbled in her laugh.

Author's Note: Plot? What plot? Logan and Rogue are busy, damnit! Long overdue. Review's are still my favorite. And ya'll are still the greatest!