FINAL WARNING: This chapter contains material that is not intended to, nor should, be read by anyone under the age of 17. It should also be avoided by anyone sensitive to descriptions of oral sex.

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Getting Through the Night

Slowly, she emerged from the bathroom shutting the light off behind her.

The room was left bathed in the faint glow of the lamp Logan had on next to the bed.

Rogue stood in the doorway, tugging on the hem of his T-shirt nervously so that it would cover more of her thighs and glancing at him as he lay on the bed in nothing but his jeans.

The man on the bed smiled at her virginal actions while rising to go to her.

She looked up at him with startled green eyes when he put his hands on hers to stop their fidgeting.

"You're covered just fine, darlin'," with that reassurance he led her to the left side of the bed and urged her under the blankets.

Smiling at his gentle actions, she laid back and watched him stretch out again on the other side of the mattress.

Only to frown when she realized he was lying on top of the covers rather than joining her under them.

She tried and failed to pull the blankets from under his weight to place over his body.

"Ya cahn't sleep like that," she gave up to huff.

He rolled onto his side, propping his head up on a hand and smiled down at her.

"Trust me, darlin', I've managed in worse situations."

She frowned again at the reminder of how harsh his life has been and looked down at the tight jeans he wore.

"At least take those off. No one could get comfortable in somethin' thaht tahght."

"Can't," he grinned wickedly then leaned over to kiss her nose and wink. "Ain't got anything on underneath."

As the words sank in Rogue bent her head to stare at the zipper of his pant and blinked.

"Oh."

The gasped utterance made him laugh and give into the need to kiss her lips.

She gasped again against his lips but quickly returned the caress.

Regardless of their earlier promises not to do anything that night, they were both getting carried away in the embrace.

Under the covers, her body shifted hungrily toward his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and slid her fingers into the silky black strands of his hair.

Growling softly, he pulled her under him to deepen the kiss.

Their mouths parted to gulp in air then met again even hungrier.

Without thinking of their actions they both began wrestling Rogue free of the covers until she was pressed against his body and her bare legs were sliding over the denim of his jeans.

A growl rumbled through his chest and a moan was torn from her throat as he started running his hands over her freed body.

When one of Logan's wandering hands slid up under her thigh to cup her buttocks, he froze a top her.

With his hand gripping the bare flesh of one soft cheek, he pulled his lips away from hers to glare down at her.

"Where tha hell are your panties?"

Startled she just blinked up at him and tried to pull him back into a kiss.

"Rogue," he growled. "Where are your panties?"

"Where ya think thay are?" she countered.

"They should be right here," he pinched her butt making her squeal, "but they ain't."

"Ow," she smacked his hand away to rub her butt, "it's a thong, ya moron."

Hearing that, Logan shifted back to stare curiously at her hips.

His shirt had somehow stayed in place, covering her from his view, and he pushed it out of his way.

Staring at her underwear with an arched brow, he sat up.

"'Hey baby.'"

Having forgotten what the flirty thong said Rogue thought he was trying to get her attention and smiled.

"Yeah, baby?"

He looked at her then shifted his gaze pointedly back to the front of her undies and repeated in a slightly disbelieving tone, "'Hey Baby?"

Blushing she shoved his t-shirt down to cover her again and sat up.

"Betsy made me wear it," she defended herself.

"Made ya?" he asked skeptically.

She glared at him.

"Yeah, made me."

When he chuckled, she huffed.

"I like it," he surprised her by saying.

Rogue looked at him suspiciously.

"Ya do?"

His answer shocked her.

Looking into her eyes, he moved his hands to her hips, hooked his fingers in the waistband of the thong and slid it from her body.

As she laid there stunned at his actions, he lifted the garment to his face, smiled at the flirty front, took a discreet sniff of the material then stuffed the thong into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Yeah, I do, darlin'."

"Logan!" she shrieked while lunging to try and reclaim her underwear.

Grabbing her uncovered hips, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him.

It was impossible for her to get into his back pocket like this, so she tried to wiggle free until his hands slid down over her bottom to her thighs.

Those hands parted her legs until they were straddling his hips and she was pressed against the very large bulge in his pants.

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she looked down into his eyes and spoke his name again – this time in questioning wonder.

Logan just ran his hands up her body to tangle in her short hair and pull her head down to his.

They kissed until she forgot all about her missing underwear.

Then continued until they both forgot their promise to wait.

~*~*~

She was naked for the first time ever with a man and Rogue didn't care.

In fact, she was loving every moment.

It was Logan.

Finally.

Her head dug into the pillows beneath it as he lips nipped the curve of her shoulder where it met with her neck then slid down to latch onto one of the nipples his fingers had been teasing into aching hardness for the past few minutes.

His gritty wet tongue rasped over the tip and her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as her legs slid restlessly over his still covered thighs.

When he sucked the nipple and a large portion of her breast into his mouth, she cried out his name and moved her hands into his hair to hold his head to her.

She felt him smile against her flesh at the reaction, but didn't care.

The only thing he could have done to upset her just then was stop and fortunately it was obvious he had no intention of doing that.

Eventually he did lift his mouth to worship her other breast, but his hand returned to play with the abandoned mound so she didn't mind.

Soon it was all too much and she was writhing frantically beneath him.

Her hands clutched at his head and shoulders before dropping to tangle in the blankets then returning to try pulling him closer.

Her head was tossing from side to side as cries of his name and pleasure spilled from her lips.

Her chest was arching up to force more of her breasts into his mouth and hands while her hips ground up against his.

She needed him inside her.

Now.

She spoke the thoughts aloud and he released her flesh from his lips to claim hers with a growl.

After a deep kiss that melted every bone in her body and left her breathless he began pressing hard kisses against her body as he moved down it and she thought he was going to obey her demands.

Too aroused to be nervous, Rogue eagerly parted her legs even further for him and shook in anticipation of his next actions.

The first thing he did was linger over a little mole she had on her hip with his lips and tongue.

Her toes curled into the bedding they were now pressed against at the attention.

Then his mouth moved lower and her body froze.

While she technically knew what he was about to do, she didn't know about he was about to do to her.

She had no idea what his method would be or how it would make her feel.

His method was surprisingly slow.

He teased her by stroking his fingers over the moist curls between her legs then gently parting the lips those curls concealed.

Her body began to shiver uncontrollably as her most private place was exposed to him.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head thrown back from the pleasure, but still she knew he was looking at what he'd revealed.

Later perhaps when she thought about it, she'd be embarrassed by the fact that he just stared at her for a long moment, but she was too bust just then waiting for him to do more.

Then he did.

She heard and felt him inhale deeply through his nose, hold and savor the breath, then slowly exhale over her clitoris.

Just like that, every muscle in her body clenched painfully causing her to arch and shake beneath him before with an ecstatic cry she went limp then clenched again.

So that's an orgasm, she thought moments later as she came down from the plateau that had always eluded her when she tried to reach it alone.

Logan was gently kissing her trembling thighs while his hands stroked her quivering stomach to help ease her back into herself.

Rogue shakily whispered his name and he looked up into her eyes with the most incredible fires raging in his own.

Gasping out his name again in wonder at that desire so blazing in his gaze, she tried to pull him on top of her to claim her body.

He ignored her with a shake of his head before lowering it to focus between her legs again.

He slid a blunt fingertip from her stomach down to trace her clitoris and the entrance to her core then turned his gaze back to hers.

"This is just for you, darlin'. Tonight it's all for you."

With those gruffly uttered words his exploring finger plunged gently inside her and his lips closed over the aching nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

~*~*~

Two more climaxes later she lay spent in his arms atop the tangled covers of their hotel bed.

Though his own unsatisfied hunger was still painfully obvious to them both, he was smiling contentedly as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Rogue wondered how he'd react if she told him she loved him right then.

Not secure enough in all this to risk the words yet, she snuggled her nude body against his.

And thought of a way to express her emotions physically.

Logan's hands stilled in her hair as hers slid to his stomach.

A warning growl began in his chest as her fingers wiggled between his taut flesh and the waist of his tight jeans to unfasten the button then carefully lower the zipper.

He grabbed her hands to stop her, but it was too late.

His erection sprang free of its prison and Rogue immediately freed her hands to focus all her attention on it.

She knew he was saying something to her.

Something about "stopping" and "don't do that," but she refused to allow his words to sink in.

He was beautiful, she thought.

He scoffed suddenly, making her realize she'd spoken the thought aloud.

"You are," she whispered as she hesitantly reached out to stroke the pad of a fingertip down his length.

Though he loved her admiration of and curiosity about his manhood, Logan knew he had to stop this now and he grabbed her hands in his again.

"Rogue," he growled.

She looked up at him with a plea in her eyes.

"Let me, Logan."

"No."

"Please?"

"I don't have enough control for ya to start experimentin', kid."

The use of that nickname got a slight glare from her before she licked her lips real slow and weakened his resolve with the action.

"That's ok, shuga. Ah want ya to lose yer control. Ah want ta do to you what ya did ta me."

"No."

The protest was not as firm this time and she persisted.

"Please?"

A pleading expression in her eyes combined with another lick of her lips shattered his resistance and he released her hands to grip the bed.

Practically cooing with anticipation, Rogue again focused on his arousal.

It seemed to have gotten even bigger while she pled with him to be allowed to ease it.

Digging into the more intimate memories of the guys she'd absorbed with her mutation, she picked out what she felt would be helpful and began acting on her instincts.

Leaning on her left elbow as it was braced next to his hip she watched her right hand stroke up the inside of his left thigh until it reached his erection.

He groaned and bucked against her hand before stilling his body again with a growl.

She wrapped her hand around the base and wasn't surprised to find that her fingers were not long enough to completely encircle him.

So big, she thought as her hand eased slowly up his length.

She was pretty sure she said the words out loud, but neither of them cared.

The liquid glistening at the tip of his hard shaft fascinated her and, without even thinking about her actions, she moved her head over him until her tongue could hesitantly lap it up.

Logan shouted her name at that and thrust his hands into her hair.

He made to move to pull her away or stop her or encourage her to repeat her actions, though. He just seemed to freeze there with his hands in her hair, her hand gripping him intimately and her lips hovering over his erection.

Needing some kind of encouragement from him, she turned her passion fogged green eyes to meet his.

He was staring at her intently and she could see the battle he fought with himself at what she was doing.

He wanted her to continue, but thought she was too pure … too young to do this for him.

She swallowed and savored the taste of him that she had gotten.

"Ah want to," she said simply, gazing into his eyes so he could see she meant it. "Do ya want me to stop?"

His answer was to groan and growl while using the hands he still had in her hair to guide her head back to his body.

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Author: Hope no one was … disturbed by the imagery there at the end. I know not everyone enjoys reading such scenes, but I did try to warn you in the previous chapter and personally I don't think I wrote it too … obscene. I apologize if any readers disagree and again must say, "Y'all been warned."

I've gotta um….go cool off a bit before I start on the next chappie. That one will be safe for virtually all ages again.