A/N: Back to a PG – 13ish chapter. It's safe to look everyone! Have no fear 'adult' readers the steamy stuff will be back very soon!
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Leave Them Guessing
They awoke slowly to the summons of their pre-checkout wake up call in the morning.
Logan reluctantly shifted from the position they'd slept in the whole night to snarl into the phone that they got the message.
Rogue hated the realization that she'd have to remove her head from his bare chest, her hand from his stomach and her leg from it's place between both of his.
He was obviously reluctant to lose that contact too, but after pulling her tight against him for a good morning kiss he slid from the bed.
Once standing beside the bed he carefully closed his jeans, which had been left on but unzipped all night, then bent to pick his t-shirt up off the floor.
After slipping the garment on he smacked her bare bottom and told her to get that butt dressed.
For a moment she playfully rubbed at the cheek his smack had caused to tingle and pouted at him.
"Ah cahn't get dressed. Ya have mah underwear."
As if he'd forgotten about that, his hand went to the back pocket where her thong was still tucked and smiled.
"So I do, darlin'. Looks like you'll be goin' commando today too."
She shifted to kneel on the bed with hands on hips to glare at him, not realizing how ruined the effect of her fuming stance was by the fact that she was completely naked.
"Give me mah panties."
"Ya didn't have panties, baby. All ya were wearin' was a bit of butt floss."
While she both glared and gaped at him in anger and disbelief, he gathered up her outfit from the night before and went to put it on her.
The bra puzzled him and he stared at it.
"What tha heck is this?"
"It's mah bra," Rogue snapped out of her trance to reply. "Ya wanna give it ta me to put on or are ya gonna stick it in yer pocket, too?"
Without a word he handed her the plastic thing and watched closely as she positioned it over her breasts just so then pressed it against her flesh until it stayed in placed, lifting and shaping the mounds it now covered so that they looked like some lush firm fruit.
"How the hell'd ya do that?"
"Shuga, that question's a lil pervy," she made a face at him for the words and his intent stare at her chest.
He lifted his curious eyes to glare at her.
"'Pervy?'"
"Well, yeah, pervy."
His arms wrapped tight around her waist and he yanked her to him for a long deep kiss before releasing her with a cocky grin.
"Ya call that pervy too, darlin'?"
She simply blinked at him and swayed until she practically fell out of the bed.
Grinning like a baboon, in Rogue's opinion, Logan steadied her and began urging her into her tight leather pants.
The material clung to her skin uncomfortably and creaked in protest as he roughly yanked it up over her hips and zipped the pants shut.
"Whah does everyone feel Ah cahn't dress mahself lately?" she asked as he lifted her arms to slip on her halter-top.
"Whatcha mean?" he asked as he stepped back to admire his work.
"Last night it was Betsy, this mornin' you. Ah'm eighteen Ah think Ah can manage puttin' on mah clothes bah now," she sulked.
A typical guy, Logan's mind stuck on just one part of her answer and the images it evoked.
"Betsy dressed you?"
She saw and easily interpreted his expression with a disgusted snort.
"You really are a perv, ya know that?!"
With that she stomped into her shoes grabbed up her helmet and leather jacket then stormed from the room to await him at his motorcycle in the parking lot.
~*~*~
"She, like, really did it," Kitty broke the silence to say.
The group that was gathered with her in Rogue's empty bedroom snapped their eyes to the girl that had spoken.
Replying to the statement of an obvious fact they all returned their attention to the unslept in bed occupying the room.
"You're sure Logan hadn't slept in his either, right?" Jean turned to ask Scott who had checked that room.
"Positive. They went to that hotel."
"What were you thinking, luv, doing that to Rogue?" Brian demanded of his twin.
"I was just playing a little cupid, luvs. It's what they've both been wanting forever, they just needed that last push," the purple haired girl defended.
"But it was only their first date, Betts. Even I don't go that far that fast," Tabitha said.
Betsy's blue eyes narrowed to glare at everyone in the room.
Kitty and Kurt stared back at her, still disbelieving that Rogue appeared to have actually done it last night with Logan.
Brian, Jean, Scott and Tabitha all looked at her like she'd sold the other girl into prostitution or something.
"Look, this is exactly what our whole plan was for, remember? To get those two fools together. Why are you all so upset with me for giving them a private place to do it?"
The roar of Logan's bike coming through the front gates of the institute stopped their conversation and sent them all out into the hallway to run and greet the returning couple.
Ororo and some of the younger X-Men all watched them curiously as their group clamored down the stairs and rushed out the front door.
Rogue was standing in Logan's arms next to the motorcycle they'd just risen from when the conspirators skidded to a halt inside the garage.
Both of them were glowing.
Kitty fainted against Kurt at this obvious confirmation of Betsy's success.
The others, even Betsy, gaped at the pair in disbelief as they turned their focus from each other to glare at the intruders on their moment.
Crickey, the ringleader of this particular scheme thought.
Jean, her green eyes open wide, went one step further.
"What have you done?" the redhead demanded of the couple.
~*~*~
"There anythang leftover from breakfast?" Rogue asked as she moved casually into the kitchen with the yahoos all trailing behind her.
"Food?! You're, like, thinking of food?" Kitty squeaked.
"Well, yeah," the center of their attention said with an intimate smile at Logan. "Ah seem to have worked up a mahghty big appetite and Ah ain't eaten since last nahght."
Jean gasped at the scandal of what the girl had virtually just admitted to them all.
Logan turned to glare at them all.
"You all wanna scram so we can eat in peace?"
"No use shooin' 'em, shuga. Nothin' left ta eat," Rogue sighed as she finished her check of the fridge for something easy to grab, heat and eat.
Their audience was forgotten as Logan felt the need to take care of his partner.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and stroked her hair back behind her ears with his free hand.
"How 'bout ya run upstairs and get cleaned up while I throw somethin' together for us, darlin'?"
While his suggestion turned Rogue to mush, it just plain stunned the others in the room into speechlessness.
The formerly standoffish goth girl stood on her tip toes to kiss the man's lips and stroke his hair a time or two.
"Sounds lahke a plan, shuga'," she then said before nuzzling her nose against his then leaving the room.
Left alone, the man immediately removed his leather jacket and started moving around the kitchen to gather what he needed to cook their meal.
"You're gonna cook?" Scott broke the stunned silence to ask.
Turning his dark head to stare at the young man, Logan growled and arched a brow at him for the question.
"Got a problem with that, bub?"
"No. No problem," the whole group said in unison as they started edging out of the room.
"I think it's a smashing idea, luv," Betsy said with some of her usual enthusiasm before turning tail to flee with the others.
~*~*~
They allowed the couple to eat their breakfast and part ways for Logan to clean up before trying again to find out what had happened the night before.
Knowing the would kill the guys a hundred times over before daring say a single thing about her personal life in front of them, the girls sent the boys off to see if they could get anything from Logan while they went after Rogue.
Betsy and Jean both sensed the girl in her room, so the quartet went there.
After knocking and getting Rogue's rather distracted permission to enter they stepped into the bedroom to find the girl going carefully through her wardrobe.
She looked up at them and smiled suddenly.
"Perfect. Y'all can help me!"
She then ushered Betsy and Tabitha over to her dresser and Jean and Kitty over to her closet.
"Ah need anotha outfit for tonahght lahke ya chose for last nahght," she explained.
All four girls turned to ask her why.
"Logan's takin' me out and he jus' loved what Ah wore last nahght."
"How much of it did he see?" Jean saw an opportunity to pry and took it.
Rogue opened her mouth automatically to answer the question then she snapped it shut with a furious glare at the older girl as her meaning sank in.
"That is none of yer bee's wax, Red."
~~ Ease up, luv. ~~
Betsy sent the other girl a mental warning and moved to soothe Rogue.
"Not to worry, luv, she didn't mean anything by it."
~~ We're not going to get anything out of her that way, Betsy. ~~
Warning blue eyes locked with prissy green ones.
~~ It's called subtlety, Red. I suggest you try learning the art of it, as it's far more informational than sticking your nose right in. ~~
~~ Geez. You don't have to lecture. ~~
~~ Neither did you earlier about my giving our girl a room for the night, but not 'having to' didn't stop you either, luv. ~~
Kitty and Tabitha exchanged worried glances at how the telepaths were glaring at one another.
"So this date, where's tall, dark and hairy takin' ya?" the blonde girl moved in to change the subject.
With that the tension eased and the girls got down to the serious business of outfitting their friend.
No further opportunities presented themselves to get any information from Rogue.
~*~*~
"Sorry, blokes, I'm not putting my neck on the chopping block even if this is my sister's idea," Brian said as he, Kurt and Scott prepared to approach Logan.
"You da man, Scott. You can do it," Kurt said with a pat on the guy's back.
"Me? Why me?"
"Last to speak up, first to volunteer," Brian answered.
With the other two staring at him, Scott gulped and reminded himself that he was leader of the X-Men.
As Kurt said, he was the man.
But it was … Wolverine?
He gulped again and watched the older man hang up the phone he'd been talking on and stride from the mansion.
Brian and Kurt rose to begin pushing Scott out through the front doors after their target.
They followed the man into the garage and watched him checking over the motorcycles.
Logan easily detected their presence and he looked up from examining Rogue's bike to arch a brow at Brian.
"Ya wanna explain how this happened to me or should I get Stripes?"
The blonde's eyes widened in horror as he remembered last night.
Tabby had nibbled on his ear and played with his chest until he'd sped the machine home and started trying to do tricks on it. On the last trick they'd tried before rushing the machine home to hide in the garage, he'd run the motorcycle off the road and fishtailed it into a tree.
They'd slowed down before impact and there was no real damage to them or the bike, but Rogue babied the machine and would freak out when she saw the tiny dent and scratched paint on the right back fender.
"Bloody hell," the guilty young man groaned as he knelt beside Logan. "Can we fix it?"
When the older man nodded, the three boys forgot their mission to help save Brian's butt from Rogue's fury.
~*~*~
The time passed quickly and before the matchmakers knew it lunch was over.
While they were gathering for an impromptu meeting, their objectives were leaving the mansion on their motorcycles for their 'date.'
Only the couple and, by necessity, the Professor had any idea of their true agenda.
