A/N: This chapter is very anti-Jean and sets the stage for a royal rumble between Rogue and Red. The next chapter or two is not intended for fans of Jean, Scott or the Jott relationship. To put it simply – They're going down. I'm feeling a lil … mean and bloodthirsty. *muahahahahaha*
*speaking as Rogue* I'll teach her not ta mess with mah man!
*huffs in disgust* And the nerve of Jean in this chapter. *growls* The sheer gall of that girl! I'm soooo gonna enjoy writing these next few installments.
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Green With Envy
The Professor sat back in his wheelchair and smiled with satisfaction as he picked up on the emotions of the couple approaching his office.
He knew better than to try peering into their minds, but both Logan and Rogue were exuding such happiness and satisfaction that it was impossible for the telepath to ignore.
"Come in," he called out when he sensed their presence on the other side of the door into the room.
"I hate it when you do that, Chuck," Logan said with a smile as he and Rogue walked into the room.
The pair was the most relaxed Charles had ever seen them.
Logan's arm was curled around Rogue's shoulders and the girl – young woman, he corrected himself – had both her arms wrapped around her lover's waist while she leant against his side.
They were quite like a pair of newlyweds fresh from an idyllic honeymoon.
"You both look quite refreshed this afternoon," the Professor said with an indulgent smile, "I trust your little vacation was satisfactory."
Logan smiled smugly down at his girl, who was blushing, at that statement before settling into a chair in front of the Professor's desk.
"Yeah. That it was," the man growled as Rogue buried her flushed face against his neck. "Thanks again for lettin' us have the place for the weekend."
"You're quite welcome," Charles said as accepted the keys the other man tossed onto his desk.
"We have another reason for comin' to see you, Charles."
Made curious by Logan's use of his given name rather than Chuck, Bub or any of the other nicknames the other man was so fond of, Xavier arched a brow and waited to hear their other reason for this visit.
"Rogue and I are together now. I want her moved into my room tonight and I'd like your permission for her to stay there. If ya got a problem with that, we're prepared to get ourselves a place of our own somewhere else."
"Nonsense, Logan. Rogue is an adult now and it's been obvious for quite some time that this is the direction your relationship was meant to go in. I wouldn't have given you access to the lake house if I had any objections to this change," the Professor said simply. "I trust your bedroom is big enough for the both of you?"
"Plenty," Logan replied.
"Ah'll need ta move mah vanity and a dressah from mah room, though. Logan's furniture is a lil sparse for mah new wardrobe," Rogue spoke up for the first time. "Oh, and Ah suppose Ah'll need a desk for doin' mah schoolwork."
"Not a problem. Rearrange things however you need to, Rogue. Hank and Logan will be able to move the pieces you require without any problems."
The young woman sent him a big, grateful smile before tucking her face back against the chest of the man holding her so close.
So Betsy was right, the Professor thought absently as he saw how the bare skin on skin contact between the couple resulted in no reaction from Rogue's mutation.
"Thank you, Charles. It wouldn't have stopped us from being together if you disapproved, but I'm glad to have your blessing on this," Logan said as he rose and placed his precious bundle on her own two feet.
Charles rounded the desk to accept the hand the other man extended and shook it with a wry smile.
"The two of you are a perfect pair, there's nothing I could do but approve of your relationship," he turned his attention to Rogue. "I take it that Hank's serum is still working?"
"Lahke a charm, Professah. Ah've been lahke a whole new person ahll weekend. Ah really cahn't thank either of you enough," the 'cured' girl gushed. "How are Kurt and Scott doin'?"
Remembering the specifics of the team's little deception, Charles replied, "Kurt has taken the antidote and returned to his mutated self, but it continues to work for Scott. As we're trying to keep this serum under wraps until we know for sure how it works, you'll see him still wearing his shades around the others."
"Will Ah be expected to keep quiet about mah bein' touchable?" she asked with a frown.
"That little secret is bound to get out quickly as it appears the two of you can barely keep your hands off each other, but for now we'll simply explain that you've learned to control your skin, should anyone ask."
Smiling once more, the young woman cuddled up to her man with a happy sigh, making the Professor again smile indulgently.
"I'm sure you're both eager to get settled in, so I'll see you at dinner," he said to draw their meeting to an end. "If you need any assistance moving the furniture Rogue requires, I'm sure you'll find Hank in the lab, Logan."
Nodding absently at his words the couple turned and left the room the same way they'd entered it, holding on to each other and smiling like the happiest people on earth.
Satisfied by the success of all Betsy's planning and their deception about Hank's serum, Charles returned to his desk to study the papers he'd been looking over before Logan and Rogue entered.
Before he got back to the business of paying the institutes' bills there was one thing he had to do and he decided not to waste another moment in case the lover's daze the couple was in lessened enough for them to catch on to a few things.
~~ Scott, report to the lab immediately for another dose of Hank's serum. We need to continue the ruse for a little longer. ~~
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Outside the Professor's office, the happy couple was exchanging yet another kiss.
Reluctantly their lips parted after just a few moments and Logan sent Rogue off to start packing her things to move into his room.
Though she hated being apart from him, the idea of permanently settling her things in a room with his was thrilling and she rushed to make it a reality.
Seconds after she entered her bedroom to start getting her things, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," she called out from the depths of her closet.
Arms loaded with clothes she stepped from the closet and turned to see the girls standing just inside her room.
"Perfect timin'," Rogue smiled and dumped the clothes on her bed. "Y'all can help me move."
While she looked at the pile of garments and belatedly thought how she needed to get boxes or something to pack her things into, the girls observing her exchanged questioning glances.
"Move?" Betsy, Jean, Kitty and Tabitha all asked at once.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Rogue's smile got even bigger as she rushed to hug all of her friends.
"Thank y'all, soooo much! Ah'm movin' in with Logan and it nevah woulda happened without all ya've done for me," she gushed after the hugs.
"Moving in with Logan." Jean repeated slowly. "Does the Professor know about this?"
"Of course. Logan and Ah went ta see him and get his permission tha second we got back," Rogue said. "He said Logan and Ah are a perfect pair."
"Aw, luv, that's wonderful!" Betsy exclaimed while giving her friend another hug.
Jean continued to look on in shock while Kitty and Tabitha both expressed their delight at the news and grabbed the other girl for more hugs.
"So are you guys, like, getting married now?" Kitty wanted to know.
"We haven't discussed that yet, but Ah ain't ready fer all that just yet. Ah wanna marry him an' all, but it'd just be kinda weird bein' the only married senior at school and Ah've got enough things about me thaht make me weird to tha others there," the center of attention explained.
Married? Jean thought with utter disbelief.
Betsy turned her purple haired head to glare warningly at Red.
~~ Wanting another round with me in the Danger Room, are you luv? ~~
Covering her still bruised face, Jean's eyes widened as she jumped back from the other girl.
Rogue looked up concerned at the movement and gasped when she finally noticed how beat up the older girl looked.
"Aw, man, Ah missed a battle?" she moaned.
Betsy's lips, which still bore a cut from one of Red's sucker punches, curled into a wickedly satisfied smile.
"No battle, luv, just a little bit of fun with one of Logan's simulations in the Danger Room," the British girl explained with a look that dared Jean to say anything to the contrary.
Not wanting anyone to know about what had gone down between the other telepath and herself, Jean nodded and smiled weakly at Rogue.
Taking in the purple and yellowish bruising that was visible all along the older girl's face even through the makeup she wore, Rogue winced sympathetically.
"Y'all gotta be careful of the drones in mah man's simulations," she said, accepting their explanation. "Ah love him, but we ahll know how sadistic he can be with our trainin'."
Resisting the urge to gloat and say how it wasn't a drone that did that number on the priss's face, Betsy grabbed her friend's arm and sat her down on the bed.
"I want details, luv," she demanded.
"Oh yeah. Dish the dirt, Rogue, and don't leave out any of the juicy details. I wanna know all you and Mr. Tall, Dark & Growly have done this weekend," Tabitha plopped on the bed to order.
"Totally. I mean, like, where did you guys go?" Kitty questioned.
Blushing a deep shade of red at the intimate details and memories their questions stirred up in her mind, Rogue bit her lips and debated what to tell them.
The two telepaths in the room sensed the girl's line of thought.
Betsy smiled delightedly at her friend's blush, but refused to pry into Rogue's thoughts to get any idea of what caused it.
Jean was far less thoughtful and she became utterly jealous of the images she saw swirling through the younger girl's head.
Logan pressing Rogue against a counter her to orgasm with just his mouth and hands on her breasts and his hips grinding against hers.
Logan lying Rogue out on a table, spreading her legs and burying his face between them to torment her until she screamed and convulsed with extreme pleasure.
Numerous visions of Logan's impressive nudity and arousal as well as his incredible techniques as a lover flooded Jean's mind and body as she pried the memories from Rogue's mind.
Bitterly, the older girl reflected on how much better Logan was as a lover than Scott.
Scott never went down on her, an inner voice griped as she replayed and counted no less than six of Rogue's memories where Logan orally satisfied her.
It was too dirty, Jean.
Real men didn't do that, Jean.
The redhead scoffed as she remembered those arguments her boyfriend made against satisfying her that way.
Shaking off thoughts of her own relationship, the telepath refocused on the much steamier and more satisfying memories in Rogue's mind.
"I love you now and I'll love you till we're both dead and probably much longer than that."
Jean gasped aloud as, with her prying telepathy, she saw and heard the declaration Logan had made to Rogue just hours ago.
He should be saying that to me, she thought furiously.
Rogue finally sensed the telepath's invasive actions and jumped furiously to her feet to face Jean.
"What tha hell are ya doin' in mah head?!" Rogue demanded. "You know that only tha Professah is allowed ta prah inta mah head without permission and that's only undah extreme circumstances. Yer nevah allowed ta go in there. Evah!"
"I…I…," the older girl could offer no explanation or defense for her actions and simply turned tail and ran from the room.
"Don't mind her, luv, she's just been bitten by the green bug of jealousy," Betsy said.
"Jealousy?" Rogue turned to her friend, "Jealous of what?"
"You," Kitty answered with a smile. "She, like, totally flipped when we all figured out you and Logan and slipped away for the weekend."
"Yeah, old Red's got a thing for men that are clearly taken by someone else and so she's decided Logan would make a nice notch in her bedpost," Tabitha smirked.
"WHAT?!"
Staring the other girls into silence, Betsy rose from the bed to give her friend's arm a reassuring squeeze.
"Don't you fret about it, pet. Logan never has and never would be interested in that twit, which is a lot of the reason why she's so jealous of you completely catching his eye."
"Logan loves me, Ah ain't worried about that. It's just that bitch has been playin' at bein' mah friend through all this when she wants mah man?! Tha nerve!"
Seeing the way Rogue's hands curled into fists of fury, Kitty and Tabitha exchanged excited glances thinking they were going to be witnessing a real rumble between her and Jean.
Much to their disappointment, Betsy soothed her friend and got her back to matters that were far more important than Red's envy.
"Come on, now, we've got moving to do!"
