Title: Hungry Eyes
Author: Lady Guinevere
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X3
Characters: Logan & Marie
Word Count: app. 2000
Rating: R
Feedback: Pretty please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com.
Summary: Logan keeps his end of the deal after loosing a bet, even if it means having to play “Johnny” in “Dirty Dancing”…
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Shipperfic
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t seen X3 yet and don’t want to know how it ends, stop now!
A/N: Unbeta’d, so any mistakes are my own…

Hungry Eyes, Chapter 5: Hesitations

The next few days Rogue tried to stay clear from Logan; her mind was a mess from wondering about his behaviour and whether or not she should replace him. There was only one other man whom she thought of to be capable enough to play the part of Johnny: Colossus…

“Oh no, I won’t do it!” Colossus answered to Rogue’s question, he was not the least bit interested to star in her play. Also–Rogue was not aware of this of course–Logan had already given him a head’s up that Rogue might ask him to play. Logan strongly suggested he’d leave the part of Johnny to him, and no one else! Out of respect for Logan, Piotr declined her offer.

“Please?” Rogue pleaded him, pouting her lips. “Why not? What have you got to lose?” Rogue’s mood was becoming sulky and she sent him a spoilt-brat-stare, she came to get what she wanted and wasn’t planning on taking “no” for an answer!

“I can’t act, I can’t dance, and I am not interested in learning either of them.” Piotrs statement sounded simple and clear. Besides the fact he was being loyal to Logan, not a single word was untrue.

“But…” Rogue tried to think of a good argument to persuade him, however Piotr interrupted her again.

“No “buts”, I’m not doing it! Logan is perfect for the part! Why the sudden change of heart?”

Piotr was curious to know what had happened, Logan told him squat, though he doubted Rogue would fill him in…

“Logan’s a goddamn pig, that’s why…” Rogue mumbled, loud enough for Piotr to hear though.

Was it a lover’s quarrel perhaps? Everybody at Xavier’s knew those two had been dancing around each other from the beginning. Now even literally.

Feeling kind of sorry for letting Rogue down, Piotr said, “I don’t know what Logan did to piss you off, but maybe you’d better make up! You two are perfect as Baby and Johnny!”

“Thanks for your advice,” Rogue mumbled irritated, and then she took off.

It seemed she was stuck with Logan. Maybe if they just rehearsed the lines with everyone else there, it wouldn’t be so bad. She’d go and tell the others there would be a rehearsal tomorrow-evening.

It had been kind of hard to find suitable people for all the parts, not everybody wanted to act of course, and when you needed a certain type for a character it was hard to fill that in from such a limited offer. For example, she would have picked Scott do the part of Baby’s sister, Lisa. They both were uptight people with a giant broomstick up their ass…

But, it wasn’t nice to think of dead people that way, so she settled for Kitty. At first, when she caught Kitty with Bobby, she had been very upset. She nearly killed the little backstabbing bitch, but then she realised Kitty had actually done her a favour. Bobby had been one of the many reasons she had decided to take the Cure, and this was how he showed his gratitude towards her?

Sure, she was heartbroken for a while, realising that the boy she gave up her unique powers for, still didn’t think it was enough to love her. But after a while she realised she never really loved him as well. It had been convenient and easy, but never passionate like the way she felt about Logan.

Logan…

She had to tell him about the rehearsal, might as well do it right away. She walked straight to his room, knocked on his door and walked in without awaiting an answer. Shocked, she came to a halt and promised herself right then and there to always wait for an answer before barging into someone’s room.

Sitting in a chair, Logan had one leg over the armrest and was dressed in nothing but…

“THE PLAY?” Rogue shouted incredulous in a high pitched voice.

“You always come barging in without approval?” Logan growled briskly.

He felt slightly uneasy for Marie to catch him like this, it’s not like he planned to sit here and read the play, stark naked. He had been on his way to take a shower and then noticed the play lying there. Wondering about something, he had picked it up and started to browse through, only to get captivated after a while. He hadn’t actually thought about his undressed state anymore and just drifted away in the play, imagining him and Marie at it.

“OhmyGod…OhmyGod…OhmyGod…OHMYGOD!” was all Rogue could think.

Lost for words at first, by the arousing and mind-numbing sight of Logan’s delicious, brawny flesh, Rogue’s mouth fell open with surprise and produced a sound unknown to the Oxford Dictionary, “Guuuuh…”

“He said something to me…” she thought, “What was it again? I walked in, spotted him naked… NAKED! LOGAN NAKED! Sigh…I said something about the play, GOOD GOD, the PLAY…If it wasn’t for that play; I’d be able to see his–”

“KID?” Logan loudly interrupted Rogue’s jumble of thoughts which couldn’t be leading to anything sane anyway, and shook his head whilst mumbling, “Women…”

“Don’t “KID” me! You can’t blame a girl for thinking, well…things…when you’re dressed in nothing but a piece of paper!” Rogue’s cheeks had turned red from arousal as well as anger for defending her right.

Rogue’s hungry eyes roved over every delicious inch of his divine body, and DAMN! Was he gorgeous…Her eyes were trailing over his abundant chest-hairs, which grew into a thin line; disappearing behind the papers he was holding. Getting on her toes Rogue was trying to sneak a peek over the papers; unfortunately Logan shifted and held the papers consciously close to his lap, hindering her outlook.

“This is MY fucking room and if I want to sit in MY fucking chair and read the bloody play NAKED, I’ll bloody well do it!” Logan answered Rogue, inhaling her aroused scent.

If she didn’t leave soon, the nice, flat papers in his lap would turn into a tipi, and that would be an embarrassing moment he wanted to spare both of them. Even though Marie smelled like she wanted him to fuck her hard, bite his ass and scream his name while she came for him incredibly hard and good; Logan knew she was still angry at him about the other day.

“You’re right, sugar. I’m sorry. I’ll wait till you say I can…” Rogue started her sentence innocent, however reaching the next word, she dragged it out long, giving Logan a sultry stare, “come, next time…” Hoping he would get that she meant an entirely different “come” than she should have, Rogue smiled wickedly.

Couching, Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Jesus Fucking Christ…Does she mean…?” Logan thought, feeling the play in his lap begin to form the tipi he had been worried for all along. Sweat erupted from every pore of his body, while he tried so hard not to think of Marie panting and gasping, screaming out his name, and coming so fucking hard the whole mansion could hear she was his girl.

Smirking, Rogue watched Logan wriggle in his chair, sweat beads trickling all over his body, like shining, bright crystals on top of one of nature’s finest formed shapes. Besides her own naughty thoughts, she was well aware of the papers in Logan’s lap, giving away his thoughts. Maybe he was a pig indeed, but a damn hot specimen…

“Marie, why did you — ” Logan swallowed the word “come”, he felt his crotch react just at the thought of that word, before rephrasing, “What is it you want?”

For Fuck’s Sake, there just wasn’t a single question in the world he could ask her right now which wasn’t loaded with sexual undertone…

“What is it I want?” Rogue asked teasingly, tipping her finger at her luscious lips and staring into oblivion, like she was thinking it over.

“Don’t make me come over there…” Logan threatened, regaining his dominance.

“Now that’s something I would pay good money for, sugar!” Rogue drawled enthusiastic.

Logan actually had to search for an answer; he was growing tired of their tempting games. The scent penetrating him, invading Wolverine’s lair, made him want to leap to his feet and back Marie towards the closet, trapping her between the solid, rock-hard wood of which both the door as well as his cock were made.

“Don’t turn me into a PIG again, darlin’.” Logan’s husky voice sounded threatening.

“Jeez, I’m sorry for stepping on your precious manhood, Logan!” Rogue reacted indignant.

This wasn’t funny anymore. Lately they were either making out or bickering about something. Christ, she never would have thought she was looking forward to the ending of the play. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be with Logan, mostly because she wasn’t sure how he felt about her. Apart from his obvious arousal, but that was only physical…

“Stepping on my manhood? You should be riding my fucking manhood!” Logan spat harshly, without thinking. “I wasn’t too subtle there…” he thought, cursing himself.

“……………” Stupefied, Rogue backed into the door, staggering.

“FUCK YOU, Logan!” was the first thing that found its way from Rogue’s mind to her mouth.

“That’s what I suggested, darlin’…” A devilish grin spread across Logan’s face, lighting his hazel eyes like two little charcoals.

“You just went from Wolverine to PIG again in less than three seconds! Congratulations!” Rogue applauded sarcastically.

Her insides were boiling, WHY he got her this angry, she didn’t even understand. She sure as hell wanted to fuck his smug, arrogant, brawny ass! But this was not how she pictured it, she wasn’t some ho; jumping to his beckon call! Killing him was the only form of physical contact that seemed appealing at this time!

Recollecting her cool, Rogue added calmly, “I think I’m gonna go now, it’s not like there’s anything sensible coming from those lips of yours. I just wanted to tell you that we will have a rehearsal tomorrow evening.”

Rogue batted her eyelashes before she continued sarcastically in her southern drawl, “It would be so great if you could join us, mister Logan!”

“This PIG is probably the only actor, who can work with you for over an hour without wanting to smash your bossy brains into the nearest wall…” Logan growled ferociously at Rogue, then he added disappointed, “You could change your attitude a little, kid…”

He kept his end of the deal, didn’t he? Sure, their flirting game got a little out of hand, but he never would have gone there if her scent hadn’t given him her unsaid consent. He couldn’t help their animal magnetism, could he?

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Logan, at seven, in the attic rec room. Bye now!” Rogue sounded distant and didn’t await an answer; she turned around and left Logan’s room, overwhelmed by mixed feelings. Desire fought with dignity, whereas anger battled hope.

After Rogue’s slumping figure left the room, Logan tossed aside the play and got up from his chair. Fully naked he stared at his reflection in the mirror, desperately wondering about his desires and feelings. Marie’s behaviour drove him up the wall; fighting and fucking seemed to sum up their relationship, though there hadn’t been any actual fucking. Yet.

“Am I really such a pig?” Logan asked his reflection.

For Fuck’s sake! Wolverine wouldn’t be brought down by her tiny, weak figure! He’d claim what belonged to him, and MARIE belonged to him! He’d show her for messing with him!

Logan was torn up inside, Marie wanted him and he wanted Marie, the only fucking problem was her damn play. For both their sanity they’d have to wait it out, from now on no more teasing, flirting and foreplay!

To be continued…