Chapter Ten – Shower Gram For Ms. Rogue

Marie's hands were in her hair, massaging the shampoo into a frothy foam when she felt the cool rush of air created by the glass door of the shower being opened. She was apparently about to get a visitor.

My, my ... sure glad Logan has no patience.

She smiled at the thought.

She continued sudsing her hair, in an effort to play it cool, unaware of who was really coming up behind her and wrapping their hands around her slim waist.

"Sure glad you decided to join me," she said in a low, seductive moan, her eyes closed to avoid getting soap in them.

The hands at her waist moved up her body until they were cupping her breasts. She tried concentrating on washing her hair, but found it increasingly difficult with each passing moment. The flash of hot lips on her neck almost made her lose her balance.

With her eyes still closed, she leaned back into the spray to rinse away the suds. The hands that had been massaging her breasts moved up to help her. She sighed as the hot water cascaded over her head, still unaware of the true identity of her companion. Once it appeared her hair was soap-free, she turned around to wrap her arms around – Scott!

Marie let out a small scream as she realized it was Scott and not Logan who was standing in front of her, who had moments before been…

Oh my God.

"What are you doing in here?" she snapped out.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he replied with a wicked grin.

"Scott, get out …NOW!" she yelled, pointing at the door of the shower for emphasis.

Instead of leaving, he put his arms around her and gently pulled her toward him.

"I know you were upset, yesterday, but I thought maybe you'd come to your senses by now," he murmured against her neck.

"I have come to my senses, Scott, and I can't and won't do …this... anymore."

He ignored her and placed a tender kiss on the side of her neck just below her ear. If everyone has a weak spot, that was Marie's. A small sigh escaped from her lips and she felt her knees give out slightly as he continued plying her neck with hot kisses. She held onto his arms for support, as she went slightly limp. He snaked an arm around her back to bolster her further and she felt lightheaded as the room started spinning.

"Scott …stop... stop," she moaned unconvincingly.

He stopped kissing her neck and turned his attentions to her succulent mouth instead. Capturing her ripe lips with his, he parted them with his tongue and began a probing exploration of her mouth. Momentarily forgetting her protests, she was lost in the heady sensation. Scott's right hand moved to caress her left breast, cupping the fullness gently while rubbing her nipple into a hard bud with his thumb. Something inside her head suddenly snapped to attention and she realized what was happening. She placed both her hands on his chest and gave him a forceful shove backward.

"Stop it, Scott. I mean it," she warned, her chocolate eyes flashing.

The look in her eyes made Scott realize she wasn't playing games with him, she was positively resolute.

"You're serious, aren't you?" he asked with genuine surprise.

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you since yesterday. It's over."

"I was hoping to change your mind. Hey, I gave it a shot. Can't blame a guy for trying."

"This conversation is just too weird to be having here. Do you mind?" She indicated the shower door again.

Scott leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the lips, turned around and got out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the bedroom only to come face to face with an extremely pissed-off Wolverine.