The Set Up Continues
Still dazed by her reaction to being so close to him, Rogue just followed Logan as he paid for their meal, grabbed his things then practically carried her from the building.
They burst out into the well-lit parking lot and strode to his bike only to grind to a halt there.
While Rogue simply leaned weakly against his side, Logan stared suspiciously at his bike.
There was a helmet on the machine that hadn't been there when he left it to enter the establishment.
It was Rogue's helmet.
He knew because he had been the one to give her the emerald green safety device.
Logan didn't give its presence much thought he just released Rogue to pick it up.
An envelope floated down to the ground when he did so.
Shoving it and his own helmet in to Stripes' arms, he knelt to pick up the envelope.
The hard plastic being thrust against her snapped Rogue out of her slight trance and she looked around her.
"Wha-where's mah bahke?"
Having just opened the envelope on the ground and read the answer to that question, Logan smiled in admiration.
They'd thought of everything, he realized as he reread the note in his left hand then stared at the key his right one.
Rising to stand before Rogue, Logan took his helmet from her and replaced it in her hand with the note.
"Whazz this?"
"Read it," he ordered as he shrugged into his jacket.
She obeyed, scanning the little sheet of paper to read of her bike's fate.
"Thay took mah bahke!" she exclaimed.
"That ain't all they've done tonight, darlin'."
She looked up at him, confused by the statement.
He showed her the hotel room key that he'd collected from the envelope.
"That ain't what Ah think it is, is it?"
"Oh it's what ya think it is, Stripes."
"But whah would thay give ya that?"
"According to the note, darlin', they didn't give it to me," he moved beside her and pointed to Betsy's postscript. "They gave it to us."
"Follow your instincts, luvs, and enjoy some privacy tonight."
Rogue read the words aloud and wondered what they meant.
Logan saw her confusion and happily explained to her the conclusion he'd come to.
"I think you're friends want ya to get some tonight, darlin'," he bent to continue in a whisper against her ear, "With me."
~*~*~
"With me."
Those two words and the gruff way Logan had whispered them into her ear made Rogue weak.
His following them up with the suggestion that they do as Betsy instructed left her speechless.
So she'd simply nodded her head to agree with his suggestion.
And that was how she came to be clinging to his back as he wove the motorcycle they rode through the traffic in their path to reach the hotel.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his waist with her hands lying flat against his chest.
The machine she straddled spread her legs so that she was pressed intimately against his hard hips.
Not even a breath could have slipped between her chest and the broad expanse of his back.
Her head was snuggled into the leather that covered his shoulder.
She was in heaven and growing very aroused by the ride.
All too soon he brought the motorcycle to a stop in the parking lot of the posh hotel Betsy had gotten them a room at.
He cut the engine, put down the kickstand, and removed his keys from the ignition to deposit them into a pocket in his jacket.
Then he stilled and they just sat there.
After a moment she couldn't resist moving a little. Her hands unzipped his jacket enough so they could slip inside the tight leather and stroke his warm cotton covered chest.
His hands came up to stop the caresses.
"Ya better stop that," he warned.
"Why?" she asked as she wiggled closer against him.
Rather than answer he released her hands, rose from the bike, removed the helmet and sunglasses he'd put on for the ride then stared down at her.
"D'ya really wanna do this?"
She stared at him questioningly and he glanced pointedly at the hotel then back at her.
Her green eyes shifted to the building then, with a somewhat nervous smile touching her lips, she turned them back to look up into his.
"Do you?"
He put his helmet on the seat in front of her, tucked his shades into a jacket pocket and removed her helmet. Holding the device in one hand, Logan stroked the white streaks in her hair before he bent to kiss her lips.
His mouth stayed on hers until her lips clung to his then he pulled back.
She moaned at the move and opened wide the eyes that had begun sliding shut to stare at him confused.
"Let's take this inside," he growled.
Rogue smiled, grabbed onto the hand he extended toward her and climbed off his bike.
~*~*~
After security had confirmed that they did indeed have a room there for the night, Logan and Rogue made it upstairs to that room.
Upon entering the large, elegantly decorated place they were to spend the night he strode to a nearby chair and placed their helmets on it. He then removed his jacket to drape it over the back of that same chair.
Rogue simply stood just inside the door as the reality of the situation was finally sinking in to her.
Logan turned from the bed he'd been testing for firmness and the ability to support his weight when his keen senses picked up on the nerves that began overtaking the arousal that he had smelled so strongly on her on their way to the room.
She jumped like a scalded cat when he strode over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
Biting her lip and cursing the inexperience that was making her feel so foolish right now she stared at his feet until he forced her eyes up to his with a finger under her chin.
"We don't gotta do anythin' here, darlin'. There ain't nothin' wrong with changing your mind," he assured her.
"But Ah haven't," she protested his last words.
"Rogue, I can smell it on ya. You're scared about ta death."
"Ah've jus' nevah done this before," she whispered as she dropped her head to gaze again at his feet.
Above her dejectedly bent head, Logan smiled gently while urging her into his arms.
"I know that, darlin'," he said against her ear when she gave in to his urgings and melted into his embrace.
She tipped her head back to look at him worriedly.
"Ya do?"
He nodded and tenderly stroked her cheek.
"I woulda smelled another man on ya if you'd ever had one and I woulda gutted the fool who dared claim my girl."
Rogue lit up like a Christmas tree at those words and she gasped.
"Yer girl?"
"Since the moment you chose the X-Men over the 'Hood," he confessed.
"Really?" she squeaked in disbelief.
His only answer was to dip his dark head and kiss her passionately.
They became lost in the meeting of lips and fell back against the door with her pinned against the wood and Logan's obviously aroused body.
A whimpering moan escaped her throat as Rogue felt his hard denim covered erection pressing hotly against her leather-encased core.
The sound had him ending the kiss and moving away from her.
"Logan?" she asked his heaving back as he struggled for control.
"I'm gonna take a shower," he suddenly said before stalking into the en suite bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Bewildered, she stared after him then stumbled across the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
~*~*~
Too fast.
Too soon.
Too good!
The thoughts repeated in Logan's head as icy water pounded into his heated flesh.
Now that he knew Rogue wanted him, this wasn't the way he wanted to have her.
This was … rushed.
She was his girl and her first time wasn't gonna be in a stolen night in a room her kid friends had set her up in.
With that firmly in mind, he regained complete control of his body and stepped from the cold shower.
His girl was biting her fingernails and near tears when, fully dressed, he re-entered the bedroom.
Cursing himself he knelt on the floor before her and cupped her face in his hands.
"Don't - " was all he got out before she threw herself into his arms and started to cry.
~*~*~
Nearly an hour later a happy but self-conscious Rogue stood in the bathroom staring at herself in the mirror.
After drying her tears, assuring her of how very desirable she was and explaining what he now planned for them Logan had sent 'his girl' in to shower and prepare for bed.
Scrubbed clean she wore his T-shirt and her rather uncomfortable thong and worked up the courage to re-enter the bedroom where they'd 'just sleep' together that night.
She honestly didn't know how the heck she was gonna survive 'just sleeping' with Logan when she now knew he desired her as much as she did him.
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Author: D'ya think I may be drawing this out a little much? I had planned on doing a lot of the last chapter and this one and the next all together, but my plans always change as I write and this is how the cookie crumbled. Whatcha think – fine as is, could be condensed or who cares where's the bloody smut?
