WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of a rather passionately rough sexual encounter between Logan and Rogue. IT IS NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 17 TO READ. Though the scene is an adaptation of the one that took place between Buffy and Spike on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV series (episode titled "Smashed" you've totally GOTTA see it) which aired on regular TV I warn readers that it may be explicit in your opinions. The scene is vital I think to the story line because both Logan & Rogue are extremely strong characters who in such an emotional situation would find themselves (as a saying y'all may know) needing to fight or f… As they do love each other the first is not an option for them.
Please note that when I say 'rough' I am not in any way hinting at rape or nonconsent. They are lovers carried away by intense turmoil and it comes through in a rather heated coupling. Read with caution, prepare to feel a bit of heat at the end, and most of all Enjoy.
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Comfort
She was running down the hallway from the elevator toward her room when Kurt ported suddenly in front of her.
"Hey, zis, I've been looking everyvhere for you," he said.
"Outta mah way, elf," she ordered while trying to brush past him.
"Look, Vrogue, I know you're upset vright now, but none of us meant to hurt you. Ve vant to help. Zhe Profezzer, he can help you," the boy tried to reason, "let him."
"Help me bah lyin' ta me some more?! Ah don't need that kinda help!"
He slammed back against the wall as she violently thrust him from blocking her path and sighed regretfully at all the anger inside the girl.
"I vas not succezzful," he spoke into his com. device to the girls awaiting a report. "She's heading straight for you and doezn't appreciate anyzhing being in her vay."
Rubbing his now aching back Kurt ended the communication and went to his room hoping the others had more luck.
~*~*~
The raging anger, hurt, pain, and shock Betsy's telepathy picked up long before Rogue neared the trio awaiting her outside Logan's bedroom was enough to make the girl put a hand to her head and cry out as the intense emotions stabbed into her brain like little knives.
Her friend was making no effort to shield her thoughts, in fact she appeared to be projecting, and Betsy had been unprepared for the onslaught of those thoughts.
Kitty and Tabitha each grabbed one of the British girl's arms when it looked like the telepath would collapse under the strain.
"No, no," Betsy assured them as she straightened, "I've got it under control now, luvs. It just surprised me at first."
"That was more than surprise, Betts. What happened?" Tabitha said.
"It's worse than I thought it would be, luvs. I've never sensed her so … emotional."
The trio exchanged concerned glances just moments before their friend came stalking around the corner and down the hallway towards them.
"You," she ground to a halt upon seeing Betsy. "This was ahll yer idea?!"
Her body shook with barely suppressed fury causing wide-eyed Kitty and Tabitha to step protectively between their two friends.
"Rogue, whatever you're thinking right now you've got it, like, totally wrong. You know Betsy, you know us," Kitty tried calming the girl. "You're our friend and we love you. All we've ever wanted to do is help. You know that. Somewhere inside all the hurt and anger you're feeling right now, you know that."
Some of the anger visibly drained from her body as Kitty bravely approached the girl to place a hand on her shoulder.
"Whah'd ya have ta lie ta me, Betts? Ah can forgive anything but that," her watery, pained green eyes locked with the blue gaze of her dearest friend.
"It was the only way, luv. You have to believe that we all tried to think of any other way to do this, but there was no other way," the girl moved from behind Tabitha to stand before Rogue. "You've had too much pain and disappointment in your life to have trusted our theories enough to prove or disprove them. Our only chance, our only hope, was to take the risk of doing what you most despise and deceiving you."
"And it worked, Rogue," Tabitha moved in to add. "Your dose of Hank's potion would have worn off Wednesday night, well before your date with Logan or anything else, yet you were able to touch him throughout the weekend and up to today before dumbass Scott opened his mouth. That's proof that Betsy was right. Please, don't be angry with us for doing the only thing we could."
"Ah," Rogue dropped her head in her hands and moved away from them. "Ah cahn't talk ta ya'll rahght now. Ah've …. Ah've just gotta think."
Betsy held the other two back when they would have followed Rogue into her bedroom and the girls turned to look at her questioningly.
"She heard us, luvs," the telepath informed them. "She believes us, too, but that bloody past of hers won't let her just forgive us like that. We've done all we can for now. She must do the rest herself and we just have to wait."
All three of them looked worriedly at the solidly closed bedroom door barring them from their friend.
~~ You telling her the truth, Brit? ~~
With a startled gasp, Betsy turned to see Logan standing just a few feet from them with a grim expression on his face. She had been so focused on Rogue she hadn't even sensed a hint of his presence and the telepath had to wonder how long he'd been there.
~~ What you girls told her, is it the truth, Elizabeth? ~~
~~ Every word of it, luv. It's a bit of a long story, but the gist of it is we had to make her believe her skin was safe to touch so that it would be just that. The only way she'd ever truly believe that was to be tricked. Now that she knows she still has the mutation the Professor can help her learn to turn it on and off as she needs to. ~~
The purple-haired girl moved toward the man she was telepathically communicating with and she placed a slightly pleading hand on his tense shoulder.
~~ I know you feel betrayed by us, too, but, please, for Rogue you have to trust us once more. We would have spared her the pain of learning the truth in this way if we could have, but we were too late. Help us redeem ourselves to you both, Logan. Calm her and bring her to the Professor. We won't let either of you down again. I swear it. ~~
He gave a rough nod of his head and pushed past her then parted the pair of girls standing outside the door to step into his bedroom to face his emotionally wounded mate.
Quietly ushering the other girls away from the room, Betsy made a quick wish that the man succeeded for all of their sakes.
~*~*~
Though it stopped his heart's beating for a moment, the sight of Rogue hastily gathering her things to move from their room didn't surprise Logan.
It took her that moment to realize he was watching her and stop her frantic motions to stand staring at him with hers hands twisting in the load of clothes she carried from the closet.
"Whaddya think you're doing, darlin'?" he asked gruffly as he approached her and untangled the garments from her grip.
"Ah," her voice broke and she turned her face away from him. "Ah have ta get outta here."
"You ain't going anywhere without me," he growled.
She dropped the clothes she held, looked straight into his eyes and stepped away from him.
"Ah have to. Ah …. Ah," twin tears ran down her cheeks from each anguish-filled eye. "Ah cahn't bear ta hurtcha again."
"Rogue, what happened downstairs was an accident. I know you'd never do that deliberately," he stepped forward intending to take her into his arms.
"No," she smacked those arms away. "Ya can't touch me. Ah didn't evah wanna hurtcha, but Ah did and Ah will again if Ah don't leave. Ah cahn't stop it! Ah'm poison."
"Don't ever say that to me again!" he snarled furiously as his hands clamped down on her shoulders and shook her a bit. "If you're poison than so am I because whatever we are it's the same. That's why found each other and came together. No matter what either of us are, we're only complete together and I will not let you leave over this."
"How can Ah stay? How can we go on, Logan? You cahn't touch me now and Ah cahn't touch you," she lifts her bare hand to hover over the flesh of his beloved face. "Ah'd tahke tha lahfe from you if Ah evah touch you again."
"Then take it, Rogue," he moved his cheek until it was pressed firmly against her fingertips. "Everything I have is yours. Without you my life is worthless again, so if you'd rather leave me take it with you."
His words had big, fat tears pouring down her cheeks as she moved the hand he'd pressed to his face into his silky black hair and threw herself against his chest sobbing.
They clung together for the long moments it took the flood of tears to pass, her face pressed safely against his cloth covered body, one hand tucked safely in his hair without touching skin while the other was wrapped around his waist and his hands stroking her uniform clad back.
Finally the sobs slowed and her cheek rubbed slowly against his chest as she whispered in a voice hoarse from her tears, "Ah cahn't bear tha thought of nevah touchin' you again lahke Ah have."
"Darlin'," he lifted a bare hand to tilt her head back to look into his eyes before placing the hand on her shoulder, "your skin is not an issue. There are so many ways that we can touch and make love and be together we've no where near scratched the surface these past few days."
"But we cahn't …," she looked away with a sniffle and blush, "we cahn't do it anymore."
"Is that what's really bothering you?" at her nod he smiled and again locked his eyes with hers. "Don't move."
Drained from the rollercoaster she'd been on since the training session, Rogue moved back to lean against the bedroom wall and watched him move around the room. He went to their dresser and rummaged around in the drawers until he found a pair of the leather gloves he wore when riding his bike, an old pair of her gloves, and one of her scarves. Next he went into the bathroom and she could hear him going through things in there until he found what he was looking for and returned to stand before her.
As her expression grew puzzled he draped the scarf he'd collected over her shoulder, handed her her gloves with the growled order to put them on then pulled on the pair he had for himself.
"Wha - "
"Trust me," he laid a gloved finger pressed over her lips.
It hadn't been a question, but still her expression grew tender as she stroked her now safely gloved hand over his cheek and whispered, "Ahlways."
Smiling, he kissed her covered palm, urged her more firmly against the wall, nudged her legs apart with one of his then slid his hand between them.
Even through the barrier of her uniform and panties beneath it and the glove he wore, she felt the hot, firm caress of his fingers almost as well as when it was their bare skin touching. Forgetting one painful fact, she dropped her head forward with a moan at his arousing strokes with that hand until her bare forehead pressed against the flesh of his neck.
The pull was slow to start as her mind was so occupied with the feelings he was stirring in it, but some nasty little voice inside her had to speak up about the barriers between her body and his and why they were now necessary. Just that stray thought was enough to have her jerking away from him as the skin of her forehead tingled then began to pulse as it absorbed a hint of his lifeforce from Logan.
"We cahn't. Ah told ya Ah'd onlah hurtcha!"
With every ounce of strength she could muster, Rogue thrust her hands against his shoulders to push and hold his all too tempting body away from hers.
"Rogue, you said you trust me so just do that," he growled as his hand rose to remove hers from his body so he could press against her.
"Ah trust ya with mah lahfe, Logan, but Ah cahn't trust mahself. Ah - "
His lips came crashing down on hers before she could say anymore and for a moment their lips seemed to devoured each other until the pull of her mutation began to choke them both.
Their lips parted so they could recover from the passionately reckless caress, but he didn't stop touching her. In fact, his hand returned to her clothed core along with one of his strongly muscled thighs.
"Please, shuga, we cahn't. Ah'll dah if Ah hurtcha again!"
"Look at me," he roughly jerked her once again tear streaked face up to look into his own. "You've touched me and I'm still standing, Rogue. Whatever your skin may do to me, I'll survive it. Nothing … Nothing … it could do to me would hurt more than you leaving, so stop thinking the damned worst-case scenarios and trust me! I won't hurt you and I won't let myself get hurt either."
He'd never spoken to her with such almost anger before and her eyes widened in surprise that he chose to do so now.
Taking advantage of her momentary shock, he held her hips steady and pinned in place with his legs, pelvis and left hand while unleashing a fraction of claw on his right hand to slice through the material covering her femininity.
Her body froze with a startled gasp at the feel of his razor sharp blade skimming through her clothing, so near to her flesh she dared not even blink her eyelids for fear that small movement could cause him to slip in his careful motions.
Then she gasped again in disbelieving arousal as his claw withdrew and left her sensitive skin exposed to the slight chill in their room from the central cooling unit just inches from where their bodies were pressed against the wall.
"Logan," she whispered unsurely at these actions.
Raising his left hand to pick up the sheer lavender scarf he'd laid on her shoulder moments ago, her lover then lightly wrapped it around her head so that it covered her lower face and knotted it in place behind her head.
That hand then pulled her face against his for a hungry kiss to which her skin did not react thanks to the gossamer barrier provided by the scarf.
Delighted by his creativity, she smiled her first smile in hours now and eagerly began returning the kiss, her lips parting to allow him access to her mouth. At first the feel of the sheer material between their intertwining tongues was weird, but it quickly became moistened by their actions and seemed to just melt away.
While she was moaning excitedly at the realization that, at least like this, they could still kiss, Logan's gloved right hand began stroking the flesh exposed to him by the slit his claw had made in her uniform and panties.
Suddenly a daring finger delved into her growing wetness, causing her body to arch into his caressing hand and away from his lips as she gave a shuddering gasp of arousal.
There was something different about this time, she could feel it. It was a quiet near desperation in Logan's actions as it appeared he intended to arouse and satisfy her as never before to prove that her fears they could never make love again were groundless.
Part of her hated having scared him like this when she knew she never would have had the strength to actually ever leave him, but the majority of her mind, body and emotions were celebrating and relishing in the fact that he was this determined to make her stay.
As she kept her head thrown back to pant for breath and moan his name with the pleasure she felt coursing through her body, he brought his leather clad thumb into play between her legs to grind against her clitoris. At the same time he adjusted the scarf so that it covered her neck for him to bite and suckle at the smooth pale column of her throat.
The increasing stimulation to her body intensified the sounds pouring from Rogue's lips as her body writhed against his in a desperate attempt to get even more of him to push her to climax.
When she felt that she was just one hard nibble of his teeth and strong thrust of his fingers away from splintering out of control, he stopped.
"Llll….lllll….Lo….," she was breathing too hard to sound out his name as she attempted to voice her protests at his sudden halt.
Gulping in air, she opened her passion fogged eyes and dropped her head forward as his hand left her body and she saw it dig into the front pocket of his jeans to pull out a condom. His brown eyes were nearly black with love and lust and need as he raised the rubber to his lips and used his teeth to tear open the wrapper.
He shifted his hips back just an inch or so to tear open the fastening of his jeans and quickly roll the latex sheath over erection before grabbing her hips and sliding her up along the wall until her feet dangled off the floor and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
Growls escaped both their throats as Logan guided the tip of his shaft against her then immediately plunged full tilt into her waiting femininity.
Rogue screamed at the deep impact and grabbed onto his shoulders with her hands as her legs clenched even tighter around him.
Pausing to make sure it hadn't been pain that caused that scream, her wild lover growled again with a smile and began thrusting into her strongly when he saw her beautiful features twisted into an expression of absolute ecstasy.
Holding her hips tilted against him at just the right angle for his penetration with one hand, he unleashed the claws of the other and drove them deep into the wall above her shoulder to keep her from moving any further up the wall from the force of his thrusts.
Rather than being startled by the violence of his actions, his every move only served to drive his mate even crazier against him.
Her head and hips were banging against the wall, breaking through the plaster and drywall, as her body began tensing with the orgasm fast approaching.
His name escaped her lips in a long drawn out scream of rapture as his lips fastened on the jugular vein in her throat to give her that last overwhelming sensation to push her to climax.
As he followed his beloved over that edge, his hand clamped down on her hip with bruising force and sharp incisors broke the skin of her neck before he threw his head back to roar out his possession.
~*~*~
Eventually their bodies stopped quaking from their intense orgasms and their breathing returned to relatively normal.
At that point Logan withdrew his claws from the wall, scattering debris down over an unconcerned Rogue, then reluctantly withdrew himself from the glove of her body.
Tenderly he wrapped his arms around her still dazed body and pulled it away from the wall, which was cracked and crumbling where their bodies had slammed into it. Grinning with primal male satisfaction at the proof of their powerful joining, he carried her to the bed and gently laid her upon it.
"Nothing will ever stop of from having that, darlin'," he vowed with a loving kiss on her lips before her worn mind and body succumbed to sleep.
