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"Mah, this place is naice," Rogue said as they entered their room.
"Oh! Look! They even got ah lil sewing kit in th' bathroom!"
Logan grinned and threw the bag onto the bed.
"I'm guessin' yeh'd get t' use that if yah hired them t' do yer laundry, darlin'."
Rogue came out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorway.
"What's up with yah tonaight, shugah?" She asked with a tiny frown.
"Yer an even biggah smaht-ass than usual."
Logan shrugged.
"Jus' happy, I guess," He said after a moment.
Rogue shook her head and moved over to the bed.
"What's in th' bag?" She asked curiously.
Logan patted the empty space on the bed beside him.
"Why doncha come find out?" He asked suggestively.
Rogue smirked and slid down next to him.
"So, what's in it? Whaih th' big secret?"
Logan leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.
"Don't feel like tellin'," He mumbled.
Rogue looked deflated.
"Oh, come on!" She said passionately. " This is toahtuah!"
Logan grinned.
"Live with it," He whispered before tackling her flat and burying himself in her neck.
"EEP! Logan! Tickles!" Rogue cried, pushing him off and frantically clutching the sensitive area.
She gave Logan a dark look.
"Yah're evil. No sex 'till y' tell meh what's in that bag."
Logan looked shocked.
"Not at all?" He gasped. "No kissin'? Nothin'?"
"Nothing, shugah," Rogue said with a satisfied smirk.
Logan frowned.
"I still can't tell y' what's in th' bag, darlin'. It'd ruin th' surprise."
Rogue scowled.
"Yah're just feeding mah curiosity! What surprahse?"
Logan sighed.
"Rogue, the whole point of givin' yah a surprise is fer yeh t' be surprised. If I tell y' now, then y' won't be surprised. Y' followin' me here?"
Rogue nodded glumly and looked at her hands with a sulky expression.
"Does th' no-sex thin' still apply?" Logan asked somewhat eagerly.
"Yes!" Rogue said with a harsh glare. "Ah hate you!"
Logan grinned.
"Love y' too, darlin'," He said with a chuckle.
Rogue glanced up at him.
"Y' mean it?"
Logan nodded, his face flushed.
"Yah're blushing!" Rogue said, scooting closer and putting her hand to his face.
"Am not!" He said defensively.
Rogue studied his face with a broad smirk.
"Then whaih is yah face red, shugah?"
Logan looked alarmed.
"I'm blushin'?" He asked in a somewhat fearful tone.
Rogue nodded and giggled as he jumped up and ran for the bathroom.
"Shit." She heard him whisper to himself.
Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she leaned over to the bag and gently pulled the zipper…
"I heard that!" Logan yelled, coming around the corner and glaring at her.
"Jeesh! An' I'm supposed t' trust y' with it?"
Rogue grinned sheepishly and said the first thing that came to her mind.
"This isn't what it looks laike!"
Logan snorted.
"Oh! An I suppose th' bag jus' scooted over t' yah an started openin' itself?"
Rogue giggled.
"No…dammnit! Ah wish ah weah ah telepath raight now."
Logan smirked triumphantly and picked up the bag.
"Well, y' ain't. An if yer holdin' out on me, then I'm holdin' out on you. Now close yer eyes an no peepin'!"
Rogue covered her green eyes and listened carefully, trying to decipher what he was doing.
Aha! He's hiding it in th' cupboahd ovah theah. No—wait---he's pushing it undah th' bed---or was that th' bathroom doah? It sounded laike---Damn!
"Y' can look now," Logan called.
Rogue opened her eyes and instantly searched every corner of the room.
"It's in a safe place, darlin'," Logan chuckled, sliding onto the bed with her.
"Not even I could find it."
Rogue frowned.
"Aww, don't worry darlin', I'll give it t' yeh when th' time is right. I kin keep y' busy meanwhile, if yeh'll let me."
Logan reached out to her with his arms and pulled her closer.
"Y' really gonna hold out on me?" He asked gently.
Rogue felt a strange euphoria spread over her under the steady gaze of his eyes.
Theah laike molten, She thought dreamily.
"That's it..." Logan said softly, feeling her resistance drop.
Rogue reached a hand to his face.
"Y' didn't shave today," She whispered, feeling the rough texture of his chin.
"Sure I did," He mumbled, kissing her hand.
"Then whaih d'yah got stubble, shugah?"
Logan grinned and rolled them over.
"Grows back quick," He whispered as he spread himself out on top of her.
Rogue moaned softly, virtually boneless.
"Y' okay, darlin'? Am I too heavy fer yeh?"
Rogue shook her head.
"No. Ah'm faine. Don't stop."
Logan dug into her neck once more, though this time with scrupulous caution.
"That okay?" He asked, coming up for breath.
"Mmm." Rogue agreed, sliding her mouth slowly across his chin.
He gave her a small smile and licked the end of her nose, his hands traveling down her sides, pausing every now and again to take in the texture of her body.
He moved from her nose to her chin, down to her throat, and lingered for a moment before sliding his tongue down to the cleavage above her dress to join his hands.
Rogue shivered as he worked on her, feeling his arms reach around to the back of her dress and slipping open the hooks that lined her spine.
"Mmph…Logan…wait…" She mumbled, her hands in his hair.
"What? Why?" Logan asked, pausing the activity of his hands with a surprised look.
"Shouldn't we wait 'till weah marhied?" Rogue asked with a small frown as he raised his head.
Logan pulled away slightly, his brow furrowed.
"Well…" He said uncertainly.
"D' yeh want to?"
Rogue shook her head.
"Ah don't want t', shugah, but it'd be th' raight thing. Y' can wait, can't yah?"
Logan nodded, and with a sigh, leaned back.
"I kin wait. I guess we better get some shut eye then, huh?"
Rogue smiled and kissed his forehead.
"Sounds good, shugah. Ah just gotta go brush mah teeth…did yah know they have ah toothbrush an toothpaste heah? Jus' in case y' forget yoah's, laike ah did with maihn."
Logan grinned and let her slip out of his tight hold.
"Be quick," He said as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Logan took the opportunity to sneak the bag out of its hiding place.
Rooting around the inside of it, he finally pulled out a small velveteen box hidden amongst clothes and other equipment he had picked up along the way.
"Hope she likes it," He murmured as he popped the lid off, surveying again the cluster of white diamonds---one large one with two smaller ones on either side---embedded into a platinum ring.
His delicate hearing detected her flicking off the light switch in the bathroom, so he quickly snapped the lid shut and, stuffing the ring box back in, re-hid the bag and scooted away from its spot.
"Yer back," He mumbled as she put her hands on her hips.
"That is so lame, Logan! Ah know y' weah looking at th' thang y' won't show meh!"
Logan sighed and shook his head.
"When th' times right, darlin'. Now come lie down---we gotta big day ahead o' us."
Rogue smiled and pointed at the remnants of the wedding dress that still clung to her shapely body.
"Ah gotta get this off faihst. 'T would be maighty uncomfortable t' sleep in!"
Logan grinned and sat up.
"Y' want some help with that?" He asked, one bone claw sliding out in readiness.
Rogue wagged her finger.
"Y' men ahre ahwl alaike, y' know that? Anythang that'll getcha closah t' seeing us gals naked."
Logan shrugged.
"Hey, jus' wanted t' assist y', is all," He said as he watched her reach an arm around herself in attempts to unhook the tiny fasteners on the back of the bodice.
"Erf---grr---ow---ah---gish---" Rogue mumbled in frustration.
Logan smirked.
"Need a lil help there, darlin'?"
Rogue scowled.
"Oh, ahwl raight. But yah keep yah hands t' yahself, y' big perv."
She moved closer to the bed and turned around.
"An watch mah skin," She said as she crossed her arms.
"I will," Logan said as he split the fabric with one clean swipe.
The dress fell to the ground and Rogue stepped away, hastily covering herself with her arms.
"Y' got ah shirht ah could use, shugah?" She asked, a blush slowly spreading from her face to her neck under Logan's unconscious stare.
"Oh, yeah," He said, shaking his head to snap himself out of his daze.
He made her turn around and close her eyes as he rummaged through the bag, finally pulling out one of his shirts that would be loose on Rogue.
"Okay," He said, tucking the bag back into its hiding spot.
He handed Rogue the shirt and watched as she quickly pulled it on and crawled into the bed beside him.
"Y' gonna sleep laike that, shugah?" She asked in a lazy tone as she settled into the mattress.
"Uh, no," He mumbled, throwing off his sport jacket and undoing the front of his dress shirt.
"Wouldn't feel too good, I guess."
He pulled it and the tie off before loosening his belt and slipping out of his pants.
Rogue touched his arm as he started to take off his boxers.
"Leave them on," She said with an almost pleading look in her eyes.
"Why?" Logan asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion.
"Er---uh---it's ah hotel, shugah. Y' don't know who else have been in these—uh---beds."
Logan knew she was lying, but shrugged and pulled his boxers back in place.
"Whatever y' think, darlin'. Night."
"Naight, shugah."
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