This is not a smut fic even if this chapter gives a slight move toward it. I don't, can't write that type and won't try.
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Logan stares at her watching as the recognition dawns in her eyes. "Your tags? If it was just about your tags why did you storm in here looking ready to kill me?"Rogue questions, looking up at him as she slides her hands up and down his arms, almost a calming motion. "I don't know...I figured you'd come and gotten them back. The thought of you or anyone else going through my room just got to me. You haven't been in my room, Marie?" She shakes her head, continuing the motion of her hands. "Logan, I wouldn't do that. I'll let you check anything you want to believe me...." Logan shakes his head. "I don't need to. You weren't in my room." She nods in agreement without looking away from him. "Is there something else you wanted, Logan?" "Just one thing,"he replies, leaning down enough to kiss her. Rogue responds instantly by returning it as he moves his other hand up and slides the shirt down her arms; her fingers fumble with the buttons at the cuffs.
"Don't,"Logan growls against her lips, moving so her back was pressed against the wall. She stops struggling with the buttons and looks at him confused. He speaks before kissing her again. "I like the thought of having your hands trapped..." Her eyes widen as she freezes under his kiss but soon returns it without any further worry. Logan waits until he feels her mouth soften against his before moving down to kiss her neck; she leans her head back, letting him do anything. He strokes his hands down her body, touching everything while her hands simply rub along his arms and shoulders. He could feel the slight fear from her and also the feel of her want. Rogue's hands pull at his shirt, but don't accomplish much with her hands trapped by the still buttoned cuffs. "Logan.."she mumbles slightly as he kisses her shoulder; she presses her hands against his chest and looks up at him, waiting. "Patience is a virtue, Marie..." He removes his shirt, then returns to his previous position, kissing her shoulder. Rogue's nails dig sharply into his back as he bites her shoulder. Her gasp is quiet and followed by a second as he licks the place he bit. "Logan..." "We'll talk later,"he promises, moving his hands to lift her breasts in his hands.
A knock comes on the door just as he returns his mouth to hers, tracing her lips with his tongue. Rogue tenses instantly and releases the grip of her nails of his shoulders. "You expecting someone?" She shakes her head, wordlessly. The knock comes again. "Marie?" Logan curses and pushes himself away from her, pulling his shirt back on. She sighs,"Jean..." "Don't just stand there. Get dressed again..." She doesn't move. Logan pulls the ends of her shirt back up and buttons it slowly over her breasts even though he'd much rather say to hell with Jean and act out some of his X-rated thoughts with Marie instead. The move seems to startle her and she pushes away from him, going to answer her door. Her cheeks are red-colored and her hand shakes as she opens the door. "H..Hi, Jean." Logan listens to the sound of their conversation. "Hello, Marie....do you know where Logan is? He promised to help me with something....." Rogue's smile falters as she turns back into the room. "Jean says you're suppoused to be helping her, Logan. Don't keep her waiting...." Logan notices the tone of her voice as he walks to the door, passing her the book he'd forced her to drop earlier. She takes it and returns to her chair and her previous position, making herself look more like a seveteen year old then a twenty-one year old. "We'll finish this later....." She nods, dismissivly without looking up. "Can't wait, Logan."
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"I still don't see why this had to be either me or Ororo that had to come with you...." Logan doesn't bother to hide the disgust in his voice as he steers the car around a curve. If he hadn't been with Jean and very aware of her mental state he would have suggested the use of his bike instead of having to use hers and Scott's car. "I...I just don't want Scott here to see this, Logan. You have to understand...the baby was so important to him and I feel like losing it was all my fault,"Jean answers, tears streaming down her face. Logan nods in response to the words, but does't look away from the road. "Why couldn't Marie come?" "She's not old enough....I don't want her experincing anything that could hurt her at such a young age." "She's not as young as you think,"he mutters, still upset about Jean interrupting their time together in Rogue's bedroom. He knew she wouldn't have stopped him if they hadn't been interrupted. He slams his fist into the steering wheel making Jean start. "Is something wrong, Logan?" "Nothing.." He returns his attention to the road, but too late realizes his mistake in not paying attention. The last thing he remembers hearing before he went flying out the front windshield was Jean's scream and laughter...
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How's this for a cliffhanger?
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Logan stares at her watching as the recognition dawns in her eyes. "Your tags? If it was just about your tags why did you storm in here looking ready to kill me?"Rogue questions, looking up at him as she slides her hands up and down his arms, almost a calming motion. "I don't know...I figured you'd come and gotten them back. The thought of you or anyone else going through my room just got to me. You haven't been in my room, Marie?" She shakes her head, continuing the motion of her hands. "Logan, I wouldn't do that. I'll let you check anything you want to believe me...." Logan shakes his head. "I don't need to. You weren't in my room." She nods in agreement without looking away from him. "Is there something else you wanted, Logan?" "Just one thing,"he replies, leaning down enough to kiss her. Rogue responds instantly by returning it as he moves his other hand up and slides the shirt down her arms; her fingers fumble with the buttons at the cuffs.
"Don't,"Logan growls against her lips, moving so her back was pressed against the wall. She stops struggling with the buttons and looks at him confused. He speaks before kissing her again. "I like the thought of having your hands trapped..." Her eyes widen as she freezes under his kiss but soon returns it without any further worry. Logan waits until he feels her mouth soften against his before moving down to kiss her neck; she leans her head back, letting him do anything. He strokes his hands down her body, touching everything while her hands simply rub along his arms and shoulders. He could feel the slight fear from her and also the feel of her want. Rogue's hands pull at his shirt, but don't accomplish much with her hands trapped by the still buttoned cuffs. "Logan.."she mumbles slightly as he kisses her shoulder; she presses her hands against his chest and looks up at him, waiting. "Patience is a virtue, Marie..." He removes his shirt, then returns to his previous position, kissing her shoulder. Rogue's nails dig sharply into his back as he bites her shoulder. Her gasp is quiet and followed by a second as he licks the place he bit. "Logan..." "We'll talk later,"he promises, moving his hands to lift her breasts in his hands.
A knock comes on the door just as he returns his mouth to hers, tracing her lips with his tongue. Rogue tenses instantly and releases the grip of her nails of his shoulders. "You expecting someone?" She shakes her head, wordlessly. The knock comes again. "Marie?" Logan curses and pushes himself away from her, pulling his shirt back on. She sighs,"Jean..." "Don't just stand there. Get dressed again..." She doesn't move. Logan pulls the ends of her shirt back up and buttons it slowly over her breasts even though he'd much rather say to hell with Jean and act out some of his X-rated thoughts with Marie instead. The move seems to startle her and she pushes away from him, going to answer her door. Her cheeks are red-colored and her hand shakes as she opens the door. "H..Hi, Jean." Logan listens to the sound of their conversation. "Hello, Marie....do you know where Logan is? He promised to help me with something....." Rogue's smile falters as she turns back into the room. "Jean says you're suppoused to be helping her, Logan. Don't keep her waiting...." Logan notices the tone of her voice as he walks to the door, passing her the book he'd forced her to drop earlier. She takes it and returns to her chair and her previous position, making herself look more like a seveteen year old then a twenty-one year old. "We'll finish this later....." She nods, dismissivly without looking up. "Can't wait, Logan."
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"I still don't see why this had to be either me or Ororo that had to come with you...." Logan doesn't bother to hide the disgust in his voice as he steers the car around a curve. If he hadn't been with Jean and very aware of her mental state he would have suggested the use of his bike instead of having to use hers and Scott's car. "I...I just don't want Scott here to see this, Logan. You have to understand...the baby was so important to him and I feel like losing it was all my fault,"Jean answers, tears streaming down her face. Logan nods in response to the words, but does't look away from the road. "Why couldn't Marie come?" "She's not old enough....I don't want her experincing anything that could hurt her at such a young age." "She's not as young as you think,"he mutters, still upset about Jean interrupting their time together in Rogue's bedroom. He knew she wouldn't have stopped him if they hadn't been interrupted. He slams his fist into the steering wheel making Jean start. "Is something wrong, Logan?" "Nothing.." He returns his attention to the road, but too late realizes his mistake in not paying attention. The last thing he remembers hearing before he went flying out the front windshield was Jean's scream and laughter...
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How's this for a cliffhanger?