Truth or Dare

Rogue didn't know how she got herself into these positions with her two cohorts, but it happened often. It usually started with Jubilee saying, 'I have and idea,' and it would snowball from there. Jubilee was on a crusade to find Rogue a boyfriend. At present, the man of choice was Remy. That Cajun accent and winning smile gave that rakish charm the edge it needed to win the ladies' affections. He was a tall drink of water to a thirsty girl. Rogue found him attractive, who wouldn't? But the time to answer the question came and she found herself thinking of another man.

"Come on, Rogue answer the question, or I'll just have to give you that dare," Jubilee said with an unwavering glare.

"Yeah, Remy or Logan, which one would you most like to kiss?" Kitty repeated the question for her.

Rogue blushed crimson. She wouldn't mind either one, but if she were choosing … hell no! She couldn't answer that question. She hung her head in utter defeat. "Give me the dare," she said.

"Well, now we know, don't we?" Jubilee said. "Its okay, chica, we understand. Kitty, give her a really good one."

"I dare you to go down to the adult lounge and ask Logan to teach you to play pool," Kitty said with a smile.

Jubilee nearly screamed her approval, "Outstanding!"

"Yeah, Rogue, there's your chance at the unanswered question," Kitty said with a knowing smile.

Rogue cringed. Logan usually played pool down at the local Beer Swill Saloon. Yes, that's the name, charming as it is. But since he returned to become a more permanent resident at the school, he was roped into his night of babysitting. Saturday was his night as chaperone, giving the others a chance to get out, and he was usually in a foul mood.

Rogue sighed. "All right, I'll do it tonight," she conceded.

"You know, you could have just answered the question," Jubilee reminded her.

"No. You think you know, but it's a guess. I ain't telling," Rogue said firmly.

"Chicken," Kitty said.

"So, what's the plan?" Jubilee asked Rogue.

"No plan, just answering the dare, play a game of pool, so what?" Rogue said plainly. "He's my friend; he won't think anything of it."

"Sure," Kitty said. "But I get to pick the outfit."

Jubilee smiled approval at that added bit of fun. They'd get Rogue together with one of those men sooner or later. Logan was fighting it, but he had it bad for Rogue. Jubilee noticed who he'd been staring at during the whole dance class prank. She knew the look, it was more than lust, Logan definitely liked her as more than a pal. He needed a nudge and so did she.

"Fine, bring it on, I can handle whatever you can dish out," Rogue said confidently.

"Oh, did you hear that?" Jubilee said as she cupped a hand behind her ear.

"Hear what?" Kitty asked.

"The gauntlet that Rogue just threw down," Jubilee explained with a wicked smile.

Logan was pissed. He was almost always a little annoyed, but today he was totally and completely pissed. It was Saturday and he was stuck in the mansion with the teeny boppers. Chuck, Jean and Cyke were off at some meeting in New York, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Storm, Kurt and Beast were on a mission up north. He was stuck, on a Saturday night, when he'd rather be out on the town, or in a really good poker game. No such luck.

It was afternoon now, and Logan decided to go raid the fridge for a snack. He came around the corner to the kitchen when he heard it.

"Truth or Dare, Rogue, who would you rather kiss, Remy or Logan?" Jubilee asked her.

Logan held his breath. Silence. Question repeated. Dare!? Why the hell didn't she answer a simple question? Logan listened for her dealt out punishment for evading the question.

"Well, now we know, don't we?" Jubilee was saying.

Hmmm. What do we know? She didn't answer the damned question! Logan thought.

"I dare you to go down to the adult lounge and ask Logan to teach you to play pool," Kitty ordered.

Oh, yeah! Empty house, Rogue and a pool table. Damn! Logan closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath. She was too young. He shouldn't be thinking of her like that. But, god have mercy, he did. He skipped the fridge and went to his room. She'd meet him there later he heard her say. Logan had to get himself together. She was off limits, a student. He could be responsible. He could be the platonic friend he'd always been, and teach his pal to play pool. No problem.

Logan was chalking the end of his cue when she walked in. Marie. Logan dropped the chalk and stared with his mouth open. What in god's name was his sweet little innocent Marie doing wearing a spandex mini skirt, spiked heels, and black fishnet stockings? She was blushing, and he immediately got the joke. The outfit was part of the dare. Those two sneaks! They set him up again. This time they set Marie up, too. This was better than any payback he could think of for that naughty display she put on belly dancing for him. Logan knew it was for him. Not that Swamp Rat, and certainly not for Scott. Marie had been flirting with him. He watched her dance, and she had only looked at him. Logan knew. Jubilee was right. Marie didn't have to answer the question.

"Logan, I'm bored. Would you teach me to play pool?" Rogue asked sweetly.

"I don't play without a bet on the table," Logan said with a twinkle in his eye.

"How much?" Rogue asked with a slightly furrowed brow. "I don't even know how to play, so it wouldn't be much of a bet."

"No money, just if I win, you do something for me, and if you win, I do something for you," Logan said as he smiled charmingly. Come on kid, trust me.

"Like what?" Rogue asked suspiciously.

"Take the bet, then I'll tell you," Logan said. "No bet, no game."

"Agreed."

"Good, then rack 'em up," Logan said with a satisfied grin.

"What's the bet, Logan?" Rogue asked, suddenly worried.

"Oh, just a kiss," Logan said.

Rogue looked at him suspiciously. Where did that come from? Logan didn't treat her as anything but a buddy, or a little sister. Why all of a sudden with a bet like this?

"Logan, what's with the bet?" Rogue asked.

"What's with the outfit?" Logan said, ogling her legs briefly.

"I was playing truth or dare today," she said.

"What was the question that forced you to do this?" Logan asked as he stepped closer.

"Sorry, Logan. This is the dare. No truth necessary to be embarrassed here," Rogue said.

"Fine. You wanna break?" Logan asked.

"No, you go ahead," she said.

Logan set up the table for his break, and made the shot. He watched Marie out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to measure a shot when she took off her little jacket. She was wearing a skin tight lace shirt over a black strapless bra. Oh My God! He jerked, hit the cue ball crooked, and blew an easy shot.

"Oh, does that mean it's my turn?" she asked sweetly as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Logan just stared at her as she licked her lips and looked at him expectantly. Logan was dying. She was killing him with every little gesture.

"Yeah, your turn." Logan handed her the cue and she leaned over to make a shot.

"Wait, you're holding it wrong. Here let me show you," Logan said with a frown. He took the cue and showed her how to rest her hand on the table and steady the stick for the shot. Then he handed it back. "Try that," he said.

She leaned over, and he got way too much of an eyeful of her… um, hello there… nice ass! Want to touch the heiny! Logan thought. She caught on fast, and managed to sink her shot. She sank three more before Logan realized she was winning. He had to make her miss so he could score and get that kiss.

Just as she was going to shoot, Logan spoke, "What do you want if you win?" he asked, effectively startling her. She missed. Good.

"Logan, you did that on purpose," she accused.

Logan ignored her and went to work on the table. He was a man on a mission, and he sank the remaining balls in record time. He looked at Marie with a very self satisfied grin. Marie blushed and looked away. Logan walked up to her. He pulled a pair of soft leather driving gloves out of his back pocket and put them on. He smelled her nerves. Then he heard her heartbeat quicken. He put a finger under her chin and turned her to face him.

"I'll take that favor now, Marie," he said. Then he pulled a sheer scarf out of his pocket and draped it over her head. Her eyes were wide and searching. He cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her. She closed her eyes, and put her arms around him. He pulled her close and deepened his kiss, demanding her to respond in kind, and she did. After a few intense moments, he pulled away to let her catch her breath. His breathing was ragged and he realized any moment she would feel just what she was doing to him, so he released her and went to the table to rack up for a new game.

"Wanna play again?" Logan asked hoarsely.

"No, I wanna play truth or dare," she said breathlessly.

"All right, ask away," Logan groaned.

"Why would you need a scarf and gloves to play pool by yourself?" she asked sternly.

"Give me the dare," he said.

"I dare you do that again," she said with a shy smile and a blush.