Author's note: Hey y'all! This is just a quick note.
In answer to a reviewer: Yeah, this story is weird, but I've got an idea for how to bring
one or two characters back ~_^ not tellin how though ^-^
Well, merry x-mas, happy new year, and most of all enjoy!!!
~1LiLRoGuE/ KaTe~
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"Wheah ahre we gonna stay for th' naight, Logan?"
Rogue yawned, her eyes beginning to droop.
"What time is 't?"
"Ten o' clock, ah think."
Logan raised his eyebrows.
"Already?"
She nodded.
"Didn't know 't was so late. Y' wanna sleep outside or in a hotel?"
"Hotel," She answered quickly.
"Theah'll be running watah an a bed, an if we'ah luckahy some food."
He sighed.
"We're never lucky, darlin'. But yer right. We'll pull in at th' next stop."
She nodded again and let her eyes close, the long day of traveling catching up with her.
A few minutes later, Logan tapped her on the shoulder.
"Rogue…darlin'…we're here. Get up 'n we'll go in."
She yawned and stretched her arms.
"…'K…" She said, her voice still heavy with sleep.
She fumbled with the latch on her seatbelt.
"Here, lemme get that for y', darlin'."
Rogue let her hand fall back to her side as Logan unclipped the clasp.
"Y' look real tired. Wan' me t' carry yah?"
She nodded, her dreams still confusing her thoughts.
Strong arms picked her up and began to take her away.
"…thanks…" She mumbled sleepily, then snuggled up to the solid thing beside her neck and plunged back into her dreams.
"No problem," Logan whispered.
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Logan stripped the cover on the bed with one arm, supporting Rogue's form with the other, making sure not to jostle her as he worked.
Once the mattress was bare except for the bed sheet, he gently laid her down, watching her sleeping face for signs of stirring.
Seeing none, he moved down to her feet and slowly pulled off her boots and socks, careful not to touch her almost-white skin.
He tucked her in with a tender expression, not noticing how his hands ran up and down her curves sides, pausing slightly at the rise of her breasts.
"Holy shit," He said when he realized what he was doing.
He leaned back quickly, hoping she wouldn't awake, but she slept on peacefully, completely unaware of her surroundings.
What am I doin? He wondered, covering his face with his offending hands.
He felt the urgent need to do something, so he leaped up and ran back down the stairs to where their truck was packed.
Popping the trunk, he hefted his duffel bag over his shoulder, then remembered Rogue and was about to grab her suitcase when he saw something sticking out of it.
He opened the lid and started to push the glove back inside, when a strange thought entered his head and made him shove it into his pocket instead.
With a shrug, he closed the trunk and entered the hotel, taking the stairs two at a time until he reached their temporary room.
Logan opened the door softly and deposited their luggage on a nearby chair before settling onto his bed, a wave of boredom overtaking him.
He took out the lone glove and stared at it, admiring the dark green silk of each finger.
Just like her, He thought. All smooth an green an…beautiful…
He brought it to his nose and inhaled, smelling the slightest hint of Vanilla perfume mixed in with the scent of her body and the glove's material.
Even smells nice. So perfect.
Suddenly he realized what he was doing and he dropped the glove on the bed spread with a low-pitched confused growl.
"Logan? Is thaht yaou, shugah?"
Logan quickly tucked the glove back into his pocket, hoping she hadn't noticed.
"Yeah," He said. "Who else would 't be?"
"Ah dunno," Rogue said. "Coulda been some animal or somethang. Y' nevah know."
Somewhere in the back of his mind he was happy that she didn't consider him as a wild creature in human disguise.
"Yeah, well, 's only me. Y' kin go back t' sleep."
"No," She said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Ah'm a lil hungrahy, an ah wanted a showah. "
He caught his eyes starting to run down to her chest and quickly forced them back on her face.
"Fine with me," He said. "But th' water's gonna be real cold. No heat."
"'S okay," Rogue said, getting up and tossing her light sweater back onto the bed.
A few minutes later she returned, shivering in a towel.
"Gosh! Y' were raight, shugah, that was real cold!"
He grinned absently, busy trying to ignore the fact that she was a towel away from being naked.
"Ah gotta dress real warm. It's real cold outsaide."
He looked away as she dropped the towel and slipped into her nightclothes.
"Okahy, d' we have anythang t' eat? Ah'm stahved!"
Logan had to concentrate for a moment on the question before he could rummage up an answer.
"Oh—yeah. In th' cooler there."
She giggled.
"What d' we have ah coolah for, shugah? It's below zero out theah!"
"Fer next summer," He said soberly. "It might get hot, an we'll have no fridge."
"Oh," Rogue said, her grin fading.
"What's wrong with yah, shugah?"
He shrugged.
"Nothin'. I dunno."
"Okay," Rogue said, having the feeling that he was lying but letting it go.
"Want one?" She asked, holding up a foil-wrapped sandwich.
"No thanks."
She laid on her bed and slowly began to unwrap her food, licking her lips hungrily.
Logan grimaced, watching her tongue move slowly over her lips and making him want to do the same thing to them.
No. No. She's just yer friend, y' idiot.
"Whaih y' lookin' at meh so strahnge, shugah?"
"No reason," He said with a shrug.
A heavy silence fell on the room, disturbed only by the sound of Rogue's sandwich slowly disappearing, crumb-by-crumb, bite-by-bite.
Finally she finished, licking each finger with a satisfied expression.
Logan squirmed.
"Let's get t' bed now. We got a big day ahead o' us."
"'K," Rogue said, yawning.
"Lemme brush mah teeth first, though."
She dashed to the bathroom and soon returned.
"Ah'm readahy."
Logan glanced at her, wishing he could feel just as carefree as she did.
"Which bed y' want?"
Rogue looked at him pleadingly.
"Ah know y' probably don't laike sharing yer bed with meh much, Logan, but could we sleep togethah again? Ah'm kinda cold and ah'm a lil scared still."
Don't like sharin' a bed with her. She's got another thin' comin'.
"Uhh—okay. Let's take this one."
She jumped into the bed and slid under the covers, holding them up for him with a grateful expression in her emerald eyes.
"Thanks, shugah," She whispered.
"Uhh—No problem," He mumbled back, stripping to his boxers and sliding in beside her.
Rogue smiled and snuggled up against him.
"Ooff—shugah—whatcha doing?"
Logan grunted.
"Turnin' around."
Rogue frowned.
"What foah?"
Logan's cheeks flamed.
"Uhh---I sleep better on this side," He lied.
"Okahy," Rogue said with a puzzled tone, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his, except for her bare face.
Logan bit back a groan.
'S gonna be a long, long night.
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"Mmmm."
Logan yawned and stretched as the light started to stream through the window.
"Morning, shugah," Rogue whispered softly.
"Mornin'," He mumbled back, rubbing one eye with his free hand.
"What time 's it?"
Rogue shrugged and snuggled closer with a dreamy smile.
"Uhh…Rogue…" He said, fighting the urge to kiss her hair.
"Wha—Oh!" She said, sitting up abruptly.
"Ah'm sorrahy, shugah, ah wasn't thinking. Ah must be real taihed."
He grinned.
"'S okay. We should get up now, though."
Rogue floated off the bed to the window and opened the curtains.
"Mah! Ah haven't been foah ah flah foah three dahys now!"
She glanced at him, her face pleading.
"Shugah…" She began.
"Absolutely not. The answer is no."
Her bottom lip stuck out.
"Please…It would mahke meh so happy…"
Logan tried to look stern.
"No. I will not go for a 'fly' with yah. No flamin' way."
Dammnit, not th' doe look…He thought as her green eyes grew big.
"But…shugah…" She said in a sugary tone.
"It's so lonelahy, flahing, if yah don't have ah friend with yah."
He growled.
"Then don't go."
She pouted.
"But ah love it. Please come with meh…"
Logan sighed.
"Fine. But just this once."
Her face lit up and she spanned the distance between them in a fraction of second, arms wide open.
"Ow! Jeesh, darlin' th'---AHH!---super strength---ergh---thin'---"
"Sorrahy," She said, leaning back.
"Get dressed an we'll go."
She grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her and leaving Logan standing with his jaw hanging.
"Grrr," He said when he finally managed to process what had just happened.
A few minutes later the door opened and Rogue floated out, dressed in her old X-men uniform---a red and green suit made out of something Logan had never quite figured out, but which fit to every curve and divot on her body----and a short-sleeved leather jacket in teal that ended at mid-stomach.
"What's with th' 'form?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
She grinned sheepishly.
"It's what ah always wore when ah went foah ah flah before, ah guess. It's so streamlained."
He shrugged and zipped up his jacket.
"Y' readahy, shugah?"
Logan nodded with a noisy swallow.
"Let's go then!"
Rogue wrapped her arms around his middle and pushed off the ground.
"Get th' window, will yah, shugah?" She asked playfully, holding him out towards the latch.
"Uhh—sure, darlin'," He said, struggling for a moment with the handle before popping a claw and slicing straight through the nearly frozen metal.
Pushing open the window, Rogue shot out into the frigid air, her face splitting in a huge smile.
"Isn't this great, shugah?" She yelled over the whistle of the cold wind.
"Uhh—yeah!" Logan shouted back, thankful for his regenerating factor.
They flew for nearly an hour before Rogue carried them back reluctantly.
"Ah'd love t' flah some moah, but ah think we should get going now."
He nodded, too busy coughing to muster a spoken reply.
"That was so lovlahy," Rogue said with a dreamy look once they were back in the hotel room.
"We should go foah ah flah everahy morning."
Logan's eyes widened with horror.
"Every morning? Every morning?" He sputtered.
"Well, yeah," Rogue said. "It would be so naice. If ah don't keep flahing, then ah'll get outta shape."
He groaned, his imagination pounding him with suggestions of what they could be doing with their mornings instead.
"So, what's say we get stahted, shugah?"
He coughed.
"'K. I'll---hack!---bring the bags down t' th'---gak!---truck."
She smiled gratefully.
"Thanks, shugah," She said, pecking him quickly on the cheek.
"No—unggh—problem."
He watched her skip into the bathroom to perform her daily rituals, his cheek burning.
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