I know I promised a certain someone a chapter per week (Sorry!), but I reserve the right to take an extra week in the event of national holidays or family events. (Last weekend was mother's day and next weekend is my Godmothers surprise 50th B-day party that I'm helping to plan/spring clean the crap out of the house in preparation for. (There are so many room to dust! That is all I will be doing next Saturday.)) So, new chapter this week and then a new one most likely in two week from now

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Glaring Decipher

Chapter Sixteen:

After her shower Rogue made her way to the kitchen. Freshly showered, she now wore her comfortable cotton pajamas and had a small towel around the back of her neck. She keep trying to towel-dry her hair as much as possible: since she didn't give herself time to blow-dry it. She took a deep breath as she entered the kitchen. This was going to be an interesting conversation. Not even close to the first one she and Logan had had about Magneto.

Rogue made eye contact with Logan as she made her way to the counter where he was standing.

"Hey," she said as she took a seat on one of the wooden stools lining the counter across from Logan.

"So, I guess Magneto figured out you have a crush on him," Logan said: his voice as gruff as usual. Rogue couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah, I think he pieced that one together," Rogue agreed. Logan let out a sigh.

"When did you two start… you know?" he asked: not being able to bring himself to actually say it.

"Only a few days ago," Rogue said.

"And how far have you gone?" Logan asked. Rogue felt her face blush as she turned her gaze away from Logan's. She didn't really want to answer that question: he wasn't going to approve of the answer, she knew that.

"Kid, I don't need details: just- which base?" he asked.

"…Home plate," Rogue answered after a moment.

"Already? You don't think you're moving too fast?" he asked in disbelief.

"Probably, yeah," Rogue agreed. She honestly had meant to make Magneto wait longer before they started having sex. But all that physical contact, the looks he had given her, all the tension and desire between them. Once he had gotten her in his bedroom, she hadn't been able to help herself. "I didn't mean for that to start as quickly as it did. It just kinda happened," she said.

"He's a million years old," Logan said. Rogue couldn't help but laugh at that.

"You're older than he is. Are you gonna claim you've never slept with an eighteen year old before?" Rogue asked.

"Kid, that's not what I'm saying- Yeah, I've been with people you're age before- but," he started to say before sighing. "I'm not your father. I can't you who you can and can't be with," he said.

'Damn straight,' she thought to herself. "Not even my dad can tell me that. I'd beat the crap out of him if he tried," Rogue said. Logan let out a laugh at that.

"I'd like to see that," he said.

"Well next time Victor shows up around here, don't get in my way," Rogue said with a smirk. Logan laughed at that.

"Yeah, alright," Logan agreed before he looked away from her. After a moment he let out another sigh.

"Yeah?" Rogue asked.

"It's not just the age thing. It's not really the issue," Logan said. She already knew what was coming next.

"Say it," Rogue said as she made eye contact with him again.

"Magneto went from stalking you to getting you to sleep with him. How does that make any sense?" Logan asked. Rogue just looked at him: it was difficult to explain. She had trouble putting it into words herself.

"I know it doesn't," Rogue said. "And I-I don't care," Rogue said. "I just- I don't," she said while shrugging. "I like him a lot," she said.

"I don't see how you could," Logan said shaking his head. "Kid, I just- I don't get it," Logan said confused.

"I don't expect you to. I don't expect anyone to be able to understand what's between me and him," she said. Logan let out a sigh at that.

"I should've told Chuck," Logan said to himself, yet again. He said that pretty much any time they talked about Magneto.

'Here we go again,' Rogue thought to her-self: keeping from sighing. How many times had she had to talk him out of telling the Professor about all of this?

"The second I caught his scent in your bedroom, I should have told Chuck," Logan said: angry at himself.

"I'm glad you didn't," Rogue said. "Back then he was trying to figure out if I was threat to him. Logan, I am. I know everything about him. Every base location, every trick and piece of machinery he's got up his sleeve," she said.

"Then you shouldn't have given us the location to his base," he exclaimed. "Not if it put you in that much danger," Logan said.

"I played it off well enough. It would have been so much worse if I gave you exact coordinates. I sorry that I had to lie to you and Prof, I am," Rogue said strongly. "But I wanted to get you the information you needed, but I had to do it in a way that didn't make Magneto feel completely threatened by my knowledge," she said.

"At dinner you two were being pretty open about how much you know. You talked about the nineteen-sixties? Kid, what the hell was that?" Logan asked.

"I'm getting him used to the idea that I know everything. It's gonna take time but I want him to be able to fully appreciate what I'm capable of without feeling threatened by it. I wanna be friends. I need to be friends with him," Rogue said strongly.

"Do you need to sleep with him?" Logan asked.

"No," Rogue said quickly. "Maybe- I don't know. I've wanted to go there with him for so long, that I've made it part of the plan: part of how deal with this and him. Maybe- maybe I could pull this off without needing to go there, but I don't want to," Rogue shrugged. "I wanna go there, I wanna keep sleeping him. Logan it's- it's so much fun," she explained. Logan sighed at that.

"I know you're eighteen but I think this is really really bad idea, kid. You are playing with fire," he told him.

"I know," Rogue said. "But it all part of my plan," Rogue said. Logan sighed at that. "Name the last time one of my plans failed," she challenged him. Logan let out another sigh.

"Kid, I only know about four of them," Logan said. "And yeah none of them failed," he admitted.

"Because you keep helping me," Rogue pointed out. "I'm sorry my strategies usually call on deception but, they work, every time. Just- this isn't destroying one machine or as time sensitive as dealing with Apocalypse was. These aren't one day operations. It's gonna take time, a lot of time for Magneto to process his feelings and for those to develop the way I want them to," she said.

"When are you going to tell Magneto you know about the stalking?" Logan asked.

"He already knows," Rogue said.

"Then tell Chuck," Logan demanded. "It's been long enough," he added.

"Not yet. If the Professor finds out about any of this it'll all fall apart and I'll be the one to suffer for it," she said. Logan let out a sigh at that. "I'm the one in danger here, no one else. If anyone else was in danger because of this, I wouldn't make you keep this secret. But it's just about me and him. It's as personal as it gets. I hate lying to Prof and anyone else. But this is my problem: I ain't obligated to ask for Prof's help with this: not when it'll only make things worse. I don't have to explain this to anyone. We're friends, Logan and I know you're worried about me: which is why I've told you more than I told anyone: including Magneto: but it not my responsibility to explain this problem to anyone else. I get that I'm living in Prof's house and that he's an authority figure to me. I'll keep following his rules and being a member of this family. Because I love it here," Rogue said with a smile. Logan smiled at that. "I just need you to respect that these are my decisions to make: not the Professors or yours. Even if that means that I'm hiding things from him. You get that, right?" she asked.

"Doesn't mean I like it," Logan answered.

"I never said you had to," Rogue agreed. "But I'm handling Magneto, my way," Rogue said. "I'll tell Prof, when I'm ready," she said.

"What if Magneto tells him before then?" Logan asked.

"He won't," Rogue answered. "He's already promised me that he won't until I'm comfortable with Prof knowing," Rogue said.

"You really think he's gonna keep that promise?" Logan asked.

"No doubt in my mind," Rogue said. "That man is mine to command, whether he knows it yet or not," Rogue added. Logan raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm gonna get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow?" she asked as she got off of the wooden stool.

"Yeah, alright," Logan muttered with a nod.

"Good night," she as she made her way to the door.

"Goodnight," she heard Logan said as she left the room. She left out a sigh as she started to make her way to the main stairs case. How many more times would she be able to convince Logan to keep her secrets? How much longer would she be able to completely control the competitive environment within this house?

She let out a sigh.

She would deal with any changes as they happened. All she could do was continue to plan on her end. She couldn't move too fast with Magneto. If he realized too fast, it would ruin everything.

She smiled as she saw Magneto standing on the stairs landing: he was leaning on railing that overlooked the main entrance of the manner. Of course, he waited up for her.

"Hey," Rogue said. "How'd you're conversation go?" she asked.

"Charles is concerned about the affect you have on me," he answered as she made her way up the stairs.

"Are you concerned about it?" she asked him.

"Honestly? Not nearly as much as I should be," he said as she walked up to him.

"You've never had a friend like me before," she said. "Actually, yours and Prof's relationship might be more similar if he was willing to use his powers the way I do," Rogue said. "You know, minus the kinky sex," she whispered with a smirk. Rogue smiled as she saw Magneto let out a little chuckle at her joke.

"Perhaps," Magneto said as his hand came up to rest on her arm. It was late, but a part of her wanted to continue what they had started earlier. "How was your conversation with the Wolverine?" he asked as he rubbed his thumb on her bare arm: back and forth. She forced herself to keep her eyes opened and on his. Although, god knew how easily she could lose herself in his touch. The smallest gesture still had such a profound effect on her. Well, years with little to no skin to skin contact could do that to a girl. The fact that Magneto was catching on to the affect his touch had on her was all the more thrilling. She knew the contact now was deliberate. Everything he did when it was just of them was deliberate. At least until she got under his skin.

"He's not gonna tell anyone. I'm eighteen, if I wanna have sex with someone that's my business. Not his job to report it back to the head of the household," she told him.

"Good," Magneto said: there was a note of possessiveness in voice: as there usually was when they were alone. She tried not to let how much she enjoyed that show one her face: but as usual he was studying her gaze. She wondered if her eyes gave it away: how much she liked when he became a little possessive with her. She could think about that later. Now, it was time to play hard to get.

"I should go to bed," she said with a little sigh. It was interesting the way his mind worked. Whenever she said she should do one thing: it made him want to convince her to do something else entirely: mostly activities involving as little clothing as possible.

"I thought you might still wish to knock me unconscious," he said. That was as good of an excuse as any.

"You're right, you were planning on letting me do that tonight," she said. "So, back to your room then?" she asked.

"With pleasure," he said as he realized her arm. They walked in silence, not wishing to wake anyone, as they made their way down the halls to his room. He opened the door for her and she followed him into the room. Once again he closed the door behind them.

'Déjà vu,' she thought to herself with a smirk. "Do you wanna lay down on the bed for me?" she asked him. Instead he walked up to her and took her in his arms: his lips pressing against hers urgently. She smiled against his mouth as her arms went to his shoulders. His hands went to her hips and lifted her legs up: she gladly followed suit and wrapped her legs around his body. As she settled against him there groins managed to press into each other's. She felt herself let out a gasp at the contact. He chuckled against her mouth as he carried her towards the bed. She felt her back hit the bed as he backed away from her slightly. She closed her eyes: content to let him have his way with her. She smirked as she felt his hands pulled on her pajama pants, pulling them and her underwear down and off of her body. She felt his hands ran up and down her bare legs.

One of these days she was going to have to talk him into giving her a full body massage.

She felt his hands spread her legs open: she gladly let him as his mouth made its way to her clit. She left out a gasp as he started to lick her there. She worked hard to control her breathing. She couldn't get too excited too quickly as she would knock him unconscious sooner than either of them wanted.

"That feel good," she told him breathlessly as she took deep breaths. He chuckled at that.

"Let me know if it becomes too much for you," he ordered.

"Yes sir," she said as she took fistful of his blanket into her hands. She felt his tongue move in and out of her as he thumb pressed against her clit. She wanted this to last as long as possible. She continued to take deep breaths. She was greatly enjoying the pleasure he was giving her: but she needed to pull it aside: ignore it even, to keep her breathing under control: to keep her powers off. It was a little frustrating actually. She preferred to be fucked or fingered with gloved hands. No need to hold herself back them. She could just get lost in a sea of pleasure: wave after wave hitting her relentlessly. Her endurance had tripled in less than a week: that was enough practice for one day. "Max, I want you in me," she said breathlessly. He chuckled at that as she felt him pull his face back.

"Gladly, my girl," he said. She took a deep breath as she opened her eyes. He now had a condom in his hands and was putting it on his member. She also noticed he had put up the magnetic field around them.

'Good thinking,' she thought to herself. Within another moment he positioned himself and entered her in one stoke. She smiled at that: she really did love that feeling of being filled. She closed her eyes again as she felt his hand reach down and cup her breast. She let out a moan at that. It felt so good.

She wasn't going to last much longer.

"Faster," she ordered as she moved in time with his thrusts. She heard him let out a groan as he complied with her request. Both of them were panting now: so close. She opened her eyes and glanced up at him: their eyes locking. "Do you want me to come, sir?" she asked him. Both of them loved it when she talked dirty to him. She could see it in his eyes. It made him feel like guilty about having sex. The more experienced she seemed the more he was able to ignore her age. She was happy to help with that.

"Yes, my girl," he ordered. "I want you to scream for me," he said. She let out a loud moan at that as he thrusted in and out of her.

"Oh, I wanna come," she moaned. She closed her eyes as she felt the pressure building and building and building. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, oh Max. Ohhhhhhh," she screamed out as the pressure came to a head and she lost herself. Her body arched up towards him as she came hard. It didn't take him long after that. Within another minute, she heard him groan loudly as he thrusted into her hard one last time.

He pulled out of her panting. She watched him take the condom off and throw in the waste basket before returning to the bed and laying down on his back next to her.

"So?" she asked him. He glanced over at her.

"So, what?" he asked with a raised eyebrow: attempting to regain control of his breath. She rolled over till she was leaning on him. Her head on his chest: she glanced up at him. "Do you have any questions for me?" she asked him with a smirk. She watched his eyes narrowed slightly. She really shouldn't enjoy annoying him as much as she did: but she couldn't help it. "Usually you ask them by now. So, I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any," she said her voice innocent, her eyes, no doubt, revealing the truth. He let out a sigh at her before he let out a chuckle.

"Perhaps tomorrow," he as he ran his hand down the side of her face. "Give me the night to compile some note, Professor Creed," he said playfully. She couldn't help but laugh. She loved when he joked with her.

"Take your time, Max, I ain't going anywhere," she told him with a smile.

"Good," he said possessively: his eye intently looking into hers. She leaned down and kissed him: his hand cupping her face. He was going to put all the pieces together. Eventually.

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