WARNING: This chapter contains absolute SILLINESS and though it's rather sexual silliness it should be read by ALL!
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Leave Your Hat On
"Oh, come on, shuga, it'll be fun," Rogue pled.
Rising from the bed, Logan went to the dresser got a pair of jeans and pulled them on.
"Of all the scenes to act out from that movie, ya wanna do that?" he asked with a frown in her direction.
"Absolutely," she answered with a gleam in her eye.
"We ain't got the music for it," he argued.
"Ah betcha Ah can fahnd something with tha song on it somewhere in this place," she rose to say.
"You bet? What do I get when I win?"
Smiling with the knowledge that she wouldn't lose, Rogue strolled to stand nude beside him and run a finger up and down the center of his chest.
"You get to pick out which scene from tha movie we bring ta lahfe," she promised. "But if Ah win, ya gotta do tha dance for me."
Though he was suspicious that the odds were stacked against him, he nodded his acceptance of the bet.
Squealing with delight at his consent, she put on some clothes and ran to dig through the vast collection of CDs and cassettes left at the house by students on previous visits to the place. It took her a few moments to find the CD Hank had mentioned forgetting to bring back to the institute with him on his last stay at the lake, but once she did she kissed the case and ran back to the bedroom.
"You owe me a striptease!" she cooed as she thrust the disc into Logan's hands.
The man stood staring at the compact disc for a moment before turning his head to look at the cowboy hat sitting atop the dresser.
Cursing his habit of never leaving the mansion for a weekend without it, he glared at the girl who'd clearly set him up.
"That wasn't a fair bet if ya knew this was here, Stripes," he growled.
"Ah didn't know, shuga, Ah just vaguely remembahed hearin' someone say thay thought thay'd left it here. Ah coulda been wrong or thay coulda come and gotten it since then, so it was a fair bet and ya owe me that dance." She paused. "And while we're on the subject of whatcha owe me, Ah clearly recall ya puttin' me on top this mornin' so Ah could be in control and then ya went and changed that real quick, so thay way Ah figure, ya owe me that, too."
"You always gonna be so demanding?"
"Ah ain't demandin' Ah'm just sayin' we outta keep things fair between us."
"How is it that all the 'fair' stuff is completely and only in your favor?"
"Well, now, shuga, Ah don't know about that. If it seems that way ta ya maybe yer bein' a lil demandin' yourself and Ah'm just tryin' ta keep up."
Growling ferociously to cover the laugh that was bubbling up in his chest at her words and defensive stance, he gave in to the urge to kiss her silly.
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"Ah want ya ta do it now, Logan," she was saying.
"Can we finish eating first?" he countered while gesturing to his only half-eaten steak.
"Eat faster," she ordered with a pout.
"Patience is a virtue, darlin'," he smirked.
"Ah wouldn't be lecturin' me about virtue, shuga, when you're the man who's taken mahne."
"I took it now? I seem to recall you being a very willing participant after you stopped yer whinin'."
"Ah did not whahne!"
"Call it whatever you want to, darlin', to me it was whining."
Looking quickly around the table for something to help her vent the fury building within Rogue saw the three dinner rolls remaining on a plate in the center of the table. She picked them up one at a time and threw them at his head.
"Temper, temper," the man said with a smile as he dodged each one. "You're gonna clean that up this time."
All that got him was a glare as she tried to find something else to hurl in his direction.
"You cahn forget about tha dance and removing yer clothes at all tonahght!" she huffed when she find nothing but breakable dishes she didn't want to break.
Yet.
"Aw shucks, darlin', and I was so lookin' forward to it."
His tone when he said that and the smirk on his face gave him away.
"Oh, you think yer soooo clevah. Well, Ah've changed mah mind. You will do yer dance for me."
"I knew you'd never be able ta resist my bod," he grinned and winked at her smugly.
Her first reaction was a scoff and glare, but after a moment of simply sitting in her chair and staring at her empty plate he saw the corner of lips curl upward.
She then turned on him with a gleam in her eye as she rose from the table to come stand behind him.
"You're so rahght, shuga," she whispered seductively in his ear while her hands ran over his T-shirt covered shoulders. "This body of yours simply fascinates me. Ah wanna take ya in tha bedroom and do alllllll kahnds of wicked thangs to it. In fact, Ah think aftah you strip for me, Ah'll collect what else ya owe me, clahmb on top of this buff bod an' rahde ya lahke a cowgirl. Ah've wanted ta do that for sooooo long, Logan. Every time Ah see ya in one of these tight shirts and such tahght jeans and that sexy cowboy hat pulled down low on yer head, Ah have the hardest tahme restrainin' mahself and now that we're togethah Ah figure Ah don't have ta do that anymore."
By the time she finished that little speech with a delicate lick of his ear, Logan had forgotten all about food and was all rearin' to give her the ride she mentioned.
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Feeling drunk with her feminine power over the big bad Wolverine it took all of Rogue's control not to giggle at his impatience once they got into the bedroom.
"No," she said sternly with a hand in the center of his chest when he made to tumble her on to the bed with him on top. "Ah wanna see ya strip for me."
"Rogue," he growl/groaned.
She crossed her arms firmly over her chest and gave him a look that allowed no argument.
"I'm not exactly wearing enough here to do a whole routine with," he argued.
"That's whah ya gotta take it off reallllllll slowly," she declared. "And put tha hat on."
With that order she went to the stereo in the room, put in the Joe Cocker Greatest Hits CD, forwarded it to the song she wanted then flopped down to sit on the edge of the bed and enjoy the show.
"Why don't we do the ice cube scene instead? I guarantee you'll love that," he tried to bargain.
"Ok," she smiled up at him. "We'll do that later."
He growled and glared at her.
"Logan. Ya made a bet. Ya lost tha bet. Now quit yer whinin', put yer hat on and strip for me. This song ain't gonna play forevah," she ordered like a seasoned dictator.
Snarling and muttering incoherently under his breath he picked up said hat, slammed it on to his head then looked down at what he was wearing.
"I can't wear the heat and take my shirt off at the same time," he growled.
"Of course not," she conceded. "That's why ya need ta rip the shirt down tha front and peel it off."
"This is a good shirt!"
"Ya've got othahs."
"But this is a good shirt."
"Ooh. And tear tha jeans off too," she commanded as her eyes drifted down to his denim clad legs.
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Yer a strong man, you can do it."
"Rogue, these are - " he began.
"Good jeans, yeah Ah know. Less yakkin' and more rippin', shuga. And dance! Ah know ya can do it, so move that sexy bod and shake what tha good Lawd gave ya."
He froze.
Completely.
Then blinked at her.
"You wanna try runnin' that by me again, darlin'?"
She frowned at him.
"This is supposed ta be a striptease. You are neithah strippin' or teasin'," she stated.
"Ro - " he began.
"Do Ah have ta show ya how it's done?" she asked as she jumped to her feet.
He froze again for a moment at that before his lips curled wickedly.
"Why don't ya do just that, darlin'?"
Sighing, she went to the stereo, started the song back at the beginning then returned to stand in front of him.
"Just do what Ah tell ya," she says as her hands glide slowly over his chest until they latch onto his hips.
The slow rhythm of Joe Cocker's "You Can Leave Your Hat On" slowly sank into Rogue's bones and her body began swaying and grinding to the beat.
On his hips, her hands were urging Logan to begin moving in the same fashion until their bodies were swaying and grinding in the same way.
When he tried to pull her closer so that their bodies pressed together while they moved, she shook him off and slid her hands back up over his torso until her fingers hooked into the neckline of his tee.
Wiggling her hips forward until they brushed his, she looked up into his eyes.
"Tear it for me," she ordered.
With her grinding so delightfully against him, Logan didn't hesitate to obey. His hands came up to grip the fabric of his shirt and pulled until it tore at the collar and a little down the chest.
Rogue immediately brushed his hands aside before he could completely remove it and finished the job herself.
The remaining material parted easily at her urging and, still grinding her hips against his, she slid her hands along the flesh bared by the torn shirt then pushed the ruined garment from his body.
His hands had grabbed onto her butt and were now pressing their hips tightly together, but she didn't care.
Her hands were running freely over his bared torso and loving the feel of his warm, hard yet soft and slightly sweaty flesh.
Unable to resist she dipped her head to lick at that flesh.
Logan's fingers dug into the softness of her denim covered bottom and he began to growl with unfulfilled desire at her actions.
Thinking of the jeans covering her butt got her thinking of the denim that covered his and how she wanted that material removed from him.
Reluctantly she pulled away from his still swaying body to basically leer at him in those jeans while licking her lips.
"Tear 'em off," she ordered huskily.
Knowing exactly what the little vixen meant and seeing how turned on she was by the idea, he figured out the best way to remove the remainder of his clothing to her satisfaction.
Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped at the sound of his claws being unleashed, but relaxed when she saw he'd only unsheathed about an inch of one blade.
Then she gaped at him as he took that inch of razor sharp adamantium and ran it the whole way down the side seam of his pants.
One pant leg parted and fell away from his body while he sliced down the other leg.
And just like that he was standing naked before her.
Except for his cowboy hat.
She blinked.
Repeatedly for several moments.
Eventually she regained enough of her senses to grab that hat and place it on her own head before she pushed him onto the bed.
"Shuga, Ah'm ready for mah rahde now," she declared as she crawled into the bed on top of him.
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A/N: AnnaMay-Ker and other readers who are curious about the fact that the serum has indeed worn off, please refer back to Chapter 18 "Just To Be Clear PTII" and my note to Destiny Phoenix. Also, the theory laid out in chapter 5 was that Rogue's mutation was mostly psychological. Her "deadly" skin developed from a childhood where she was never touched and led to believe something was wrong with her skin. For that reason, when her mutation was triggered it manifested itself in the form of the "poison skin" she grew up believing she had. Taking that theory as actual fact, Betsy developed a plan to get Rogue to change that belief and therefore control her mutation. (Side note: Rogue's skin will always be absorbent as she does possess an advanced X-Gene and that is the way it developed into a mutation for her, but y'all will see that now that she has learned the secret or "key" to her skin she can control when it absorbs so she can safely touch those she cares for and still kick the butts of her enemies.) Now, about this plan, WE know that the serum only lasts 12 hours. We got little peeks into the whole scheme of things, BUT Logan and Rogue have both been lead, quite successfully, to believe that the effects of the serum are permanent. As they're away at the lake and just enjoying being together, they don't know that back at the mansion Kurt and Scott have their abilities again. As Rogue believes herself to be cured, she's focused solely on relishing the ability to touch her lover. Until the couple returns to the mansion after their weekend, they live under the illusion that she's cured and as we're all reading only what Logan and Rogue are thinking, doing and feeling, the fact that the serum has worn off doesn't enter into the story.
Have no fear, y'all I will get to all of that in the final chapters. I've got it all written down and planned out, but first I'm having fun writing the Rogan scenes so the whole plot goes onto a back burner. Just go with it. :-P
