Logan gaze lingered for a few seconds before he closed his eyes off and brushed past Marie. Like pulling a finger from the flame, her instinct kicked in. She instantly whipped off her glove and grabbed his arm with her bare hand and latched on tight. He gasped with pain and she closed her eyes. She couldn't watch his face, but she needed to know. She swore to never use her powers against another; but she needed to know. Suddenly it was Logan's thoughts; his inner most intimate secrets that she was seeing burst in front of her.

FLASH

He pulled a faded and worn picture from his back pocket, its edges slightly torn from so much use. It was a picture of her, her white streaks clearly evident but tucked behind an ear and a pleasant smile on her features. It was taken at a party; Marie clearly unnoticing that a picture of her was being taken. It was a glimpse at his favorite Marie; the truly happy looking Marie who is carefree and loving. Logan had snuck a copy for himself which he always kept with him and looked when he was lonely.

FLASH

As Logan tossed around in the sheets in the throws of a nightmare of torturous proportions, it was always the simplest dream of her that brought him into a calm and sedated sleep. He dreamt of Marie in the kitchen making French toast and shrieking as the mixture went spilling all over the counter. He dreamt of Marie, her body long, lithe and curved in all the right places and writhing beneath him in ecstasy. It was those dreams he that he awoke from aching that she wasn't there in the flesh. He had been thinking of creative ways around her skin.

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It was her voice; he loved the sound of her voice. It soothed him when nothing else could. Her accent, it comes and it goes, depending on her mood. It's stronger when she's upset and he wonders all the time what it would sound like when she's beneath him. Would she cry his name with that honeyed voice of hers until he felt like he was going to drown? He would gladly sacrifice everything to hear the sound of her voice again.

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She smells always sweet, and he has no doubt she would taste the same. He had come home to his room and found her scent everywhere. It stripped his mind and sent him reeling into the oblivion. Knowing she had been in his room and on his bed, gave him enough peace to slumber for a few hours. He would never tire of her scent and could track it to the ends of the Earth.

FLASH

Marie gasped and let go. Logan slumped to the floor, his heart racing and his breathing uneven. There was not enough contact to be knocked out. He struggled to keep himself from completely falling to the floor. Marie knelt down and tried to help him up, but he pushed her arms away. "You had no right to do that." He wheezed, his voice laced with pain and hurt.

She's the forbidden and lost empire I'm longing to conquer. It was the continuous thought that had been running through his head, and now it was in hers. Marie covered her mouth in shock. He had loved her and he still loves her. He worships and adores everything about me, the newest thoughts spinning wildly in her head. "I-I'm so sorry Logan." She whispered, her heart suddenly burdened with regret and sorrow.

Logan stood up and moved quickly. He grabbed his cigar from the ledge and placed it back in his mouth. He left the cage and disappeared in the mixture of people. The crowd's enthusiasm had died down almost to a stand still, watching the scene unfold. Many had left when they knew there was to be no fight between the two.

She stood there, the numbness running through her body. She shook at the realization of what had just happened, her body reacting to the cold chill. Oh dear God what have I done? She cried silently to herself, watching as her tears fell onto her gloves. The Logan in her head thrashed furiously at her betrayal. Her mind tried to process the latest dosage of Logan and she struggled to regain control.

Bobby had seen everything and was cursing under his breath. He immediately went up to the cage door and went to her side. Marie hadn't noticed and simply stood there, absorbed in her sad thoughts. "Rogue, come on, I'm taking you home." He said gently, touching her hand lightly. She allowed him to lead her from the cage; he had grabbed her jacket already.

Some men in the bar stared and kept their distance as she made her way to the door, but she couldn't care less. The bourbon running through her system put her worries and cares at ease; tonight was over. Never had she imagined that Logan would have felt what she experienced. Through her utter despair at her treachery, she knew she had probably lost everything with him.

"Come on, I'll take you outta here and back to the mansion." Bobby's voice soothed over the rough music playing on the dance floor. He shot a glance at Logan, who had ended up sitting back at the bar with a fresh beer. Marie followed Bobby's gaze and her breath caught in her throat. Logan turned away from her and went back to his beer. Her heart dropped.

She knew she had made a complete fool of herself, partly due to alcohol. Now she simply cried for the mess she had become; what was there left for her? She'd just lost Logan. Bobby waved off his friends at the table and hooked his arm around Marie's, helping her outside into the fresh night air.

"He was an asshole Rogue. You and I both know you're too good for him. He had nothing to offer you." Bobby stated with a grim look, opening the door for her. Marie's eyes dulled and she simply nodded. "Bobby, don't…please." She pleaded softly; there was no way to tell him what she had seen.

The frigid night air blasted across her face, making her inhale deeply. The bourbon swished uncomfortably in her stomach and she found herself flushed and hot within minutes. They were silent as they gazed out into the parking lot. The moon had risen a while ago and was completely full, sending a beautiful glow across the horizon and lightening up the sky. Marie stopped mid-stride and looked up, and felt the light swallow her from head to toe. She opened her eyes and examined the moon and breathed softly, her breaths showing in the cold. "He loved me." She whispered, feeling the tightening in her throat reappear again. A single tear fell and she wiped it away before Bobby saw. Her heart mourned for every one of Logan's memories and emotions of her. Bobby could do nothing but sigh and lead her through the open door.

She stared at the moon.