“Guess who?”
By, Lady Guinevere

“Well, well, well, Logan, you’re very popular this year! This has got to be the biggest pile of Valentine’s Day cards I’ve ever seen in my life!” Storm handed a stack of red-coloured envelopes and cards over to Logan, who sighed at the sight of so much sugary sweetness.

“If I ever find out who invented Valentine’s Day…” Logan grumbled and finished the rest of his sentence with body language; his claws shot out from between his knuckles and he made a slicing-gesture over his throat.

He hated Valentine’s Day; it was so pathetic and commercial. Plus, he never understood what the point was of declaring someone your love *anonymously*. Duh!
All those girls were anxiously staring at him; no doubt because unknowingly he had trampled all over their poor, little broken hearts. How was he supposed to know who liked him if they didn’t write a sender on the card?

Logan walked through the corridors headed for his room; he had to admit to being a little curious about the contents of the cards this year. He flipped through the stack of reds, pinks and hearts thinking they were all the same, until one envelope drew his attention; it was green for a change…

He entered his bedroom and sat down on his bed, satisfying his curiosity by opening up the green envelope first. He always associated green with Rogue; it was her favourite colour. Most of her clothing was green, as was her cloak. However, he didn’t expect her to send him a Valentine’s Day card, since they were nothing more than good friends. Besides, Rogue was dating Ice Pick. Plus, she didn’t seem like the corny type, Rogue. She was way too mature for her age to be sending anonymous cards to grown men, right?

Trying to recognise her scent by pushing his nose onto the envelope and inhaling deeply, Logan’s nostrils were overwhelmed by smells of various teenage girls; to his regret he couldn’t make out a specific one. The whole stack had been contaminated by musky hormones…

Using one of his claws as a letter opener, Logan sliced the envelope open so he could hopefully unravel some of the mystery and calm down his heart which was thumping loud by now, making him feel somewhat jittery. Thanks to modern science there was no handwriting to be analysed; everything on the envelope was neatly typed. Pulling out the card he arched his eyebrow and thought,” Whoever sent me this, knows me bloody well…”

A miniature painting of a Japanese city was depicted on the exterior of the card; making Logan’s mind work overtime. Not many people knew about his past in and trips to Japan.

‘Come to think of it, only one woman knows: Rogue…’ Logan’s thoughts tumbled over one another; was it pure coincidence someone sent him this card or was Rogue trying to tell him something?

Satisfying his interest he opened up the card and read the text printed inside,

No sugar-coated “Be My Valentine” lines from me,
I know what we are, even more what I want us to be.
Hoping you feel the same I will wait for you this night,
By the mansion’s fountain, under the moon shining bright.
The right time to show your true feelings will be at eight,
Till then, in agony, your answer I shall await…

Guess who?

Logan fell silent after this confession and proposal. He figured it had to be Rogue, judging by the line, ‘I know what we are, even more what I want us to be.’

‘It’s someone I’m friends with and who wants be more. Or maybe it’s someone I’m not even friends with yet, and who wants to be more. Shit! This is getting me nowhere! Bloody fucking Valentine!’ Logan’s thought were confusing and they got him all worked up. There was nothing left to do, but check it out tonight. It was the only solution…

* * * *

A little before eight that night, Logan nervously left his room and walked to the mansion’s main entrance. He had been too preoccupied to open up any of the other cards; he had strangely enough had a difficult time getting through the rest of the day. He had to find out whether it was Rogue who sent him the card, just to satisfy his own dormant feelings for her.

The longer he had known her, the more he became attracted to her. Right before his eyes the little puppy fat she had had disappeared; making room for her curvy figure to turn his nights into endless chains of fantasizing about those curves and relieving the pressure those images built inside of his brain and aching body by himself. Thus depriving him of even more sleep than before, and making it harder for him to face her and act as nothing more than a friend.

But he managed to always stay in control over his urges around her; more importantly he managed to hold back *Wolverine*; loosing her friendship was a risk he didn’t want to take. Even after she turned eighteen, Logan still held back his lustful feelings.
He *had* to, since she had chosen to be with Popsicle Boy; which evoked feelings of jealousy that cut through his soul even worse than his claws could do.

Thinking about Rogue Logan suddenly found himself outside the mansion, staring at a bench near the fountain. Thanks to his heightened senses Logan could make out a silhouette draped against the velvet blue, star clad sky surrounding him. Sniffing up the air, he discovered it was Rogue. Never before had distinguishing her sweet and musky scent meant more to him, knowing what it implied this time.

‘She wants me…’ Logan thought content.

He adjusted his hearing more outwards to try and pick up her heart beat; which was complicated when his own heart rate drowned out all the other sounds. With great effort he succeeded though and the relative calmness of her heartbeat soothed his instantly. Rogue didn’t know he was here yet; that’s what her steady and calm heart rate told him.

Quietly Logan moved towards the figure on the bench; when all of a sudden she turned in his direction, this time showing her true face. The moonlight highlighted the two white streaks of hair which framed her beautiful, yet startled face. The final evidence that it was indeed Rogue had been delivered and sent a tiny shock wave through Logan’s tense body.

“You came?” Rogue sounded surprised and her dark chocolate eyes still couldn’t believe what they saw.

“Had to know if it was you…” Logan answered, as he approached Rogue stealthily; hands in the pockets of his battered leather jacket to protect them from the chilly evening cold.

“So it was just to satisfy your curiosity then?” Rogue’s voice quivered with disappointment; her eyes were directed into her lap with embarrassment as well as uncertainty.

“I was hoping to satisfy more than just my *curiosity*…” Logan smirked; his hazel eyes glowed with so many tiny, golden sparks the sky couldn’t compete with them for its beauty.

A huge smile spread across Rogue’s face and she locked her chocolate eyes onto those sparkling and inviting eyes, now only inches away, “What did you have in mind then, sugar?”

Rogue’s cold breath kept Logan’s head wrapped up in clouds, literally. When Logan spoke both their heads were wrapped up in tiny, chilly clouds, “I can think of a few things…”

Smirking devilishly he grabbed Rogue’s gloved hands and guided her from the bench; wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her body close to his. His face drew near hers, still providing chilly clouds whenever he breathed. Drowning in Rogue’s intoxicating smell his lips made contact with hers, briefly.

“Did I ever thank you for taking the cure?” he whispered, pausing from their touch. Pressing his lips onto hers again, Logan didn’t expect an answer. All he wanted to do was taste her and make her his. *Finally*.

Withdrawing his lips from his short exploration he released Rogue, turned her in the direction of the mansion and gave her a little nudge to make her walk forward. He just needed to know *one* more thing, “ What about Ice Pick then?”

Rogue turned around, kept on walking backwards and gave him a naughty grin; then she drawled, “I dumped him ages ago, before things got too intimate. I couldn’t be with *him* when I loved someone else, now could I, sugar? But I thought you knew!”

“Believe me, darlin’, if I had known, you would have smelled of me already!” Logan grabbed Rogue by her waist again and pushed her forward until they had reached his room. He opened the door and waited for Rogue to say something. She seemed frozen to the spot, her lips as well as her feet, after taking in the sight displayed in Logan’s room.

“Logan! Wow!” Rogue flung her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.

About a hundred candles had been lit and rose petals were scattered over the floor as well as the bed; typically *not* Logan. He figured, if Rogue went through all the trouble of finding him a non-Valentine’s Day card to express him her feelings; he could give her this. He had asked Storm what a woman would like for Valentine’s Day, and she came up with this idea.

He was about to receive the greatest gift Rogue could ever offer anyone–her virginity– so the least he could do was to give her this in return. He *knew* every woman liked Valentine’s Day, even when they said they didn’t. How could they not? Every woman *loved* to feel like she was loved and special.

Rogue just melted in his embrace and kissed him with so much passion Logan knew he had done the right thing. He slid of her cloak and caressed her, feeling so utterly happy to finally touch her he almost forgot one last thing to complete the picture.

Logan managed to utter the words he had been practising all day, without throwing up or bursting into laughter, “Marie, I’ll be your Valentine, darlin’!”

In return she grinned and told him, “Cut the crap Logan, and just take me to your bed!”

Willingly Logan scooped her from the floor and carried her to his bed; crushing the rose petals when he walked over them, while being surrounded by hundreds of flickering candle lights.

He lay Rogue down on his bed and bent over her, studying her face which looked absolutely breathtaking in the candlelight. Eagerly he pressed his lips onto her luscious lips again, not planning to stop loving her until the sun had risen again and made the candle lights abundant.

* * * The end * * *

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“One”
By, Lady Guinevere

A star clad sky surrounded me like a comforting blanket with bright, embroidered lights on it. Never ending, soothing greatness hugged me and made me feel so small and insignificant, yet it fulfilled me with its endless grandeur.

Smells of a dormant summer night protruded my nostrils and made me inhale its sweetness, freshness and eagerness. A symphony of summer night sounds soothed my ears, rocking me into a dreamy state of mind. Humming crickets, buzzing mosquitoes and scratching owls sang their songs, letting the world know of their presence and vigilance.

I wanted to take off the clothes that had been confining me all day. Scarce as they were maybe, they had be hindered my movements and kept my body from breathing in nature to its full extent. I wanted to feel one with nature, and let the deep, dark waters of the lake touch my skin and finally cool it off to its natural temperature.

I pulled my dress over my head and felt the soft, brushing wind caress my skin, giving it goose bumps. I took off the last bit of clothing that separated me from becoming one with the lake and stretched out my arms as if to touch the sky and embrace like it the dear, old friend I had known and loved all my life, even though it never seemed to be close enough to indulge it with passionate, physical contacts.

My feet had already been touching mother earth, and were firmly rooted into her, like I was her child, unable to live or breathe without her presence or touch. Her grasses were ticklish under my feet, and so damp that I felt I was glued to the spot, never able to release myself from her soft, yet demanding feel.

One by one I lifted my feet and made contact with Mother Earth, over and over again, letting her unusual tenderness and strength bring me back to life and full awareness with every step that I took. As I got closer to the lake, which was drawing me and luring me to loose myself in it, the ground tugged at my feet more demanding. Feet were sucked into her demanding clutch, unwilling to let go of her child, almost as if she needed her child to exist, equally as much as I needed her.

Finally my feet were surrounded by the pure, lukewarm water, still drawn into the unfathomable depths of her womb, like she demanded her child back deep inside her core, where it had once grown and been in need of her for the sole purpose of surviving and growing, so it could be on its own some glorious day.

The water forced itself on my body inch by inch, fulfilling desires I was never even aware of having. My body slowly became one with it, and it felt like coming home. Like I had never even left Mother Earth’s womb.
I closed my eyes to let all of my senses drink in this unknown, yet unwarily yearned and ever dormant desire. It cursed through my veins where it found its way, bringing me into a state of mind that felt like pure perfection.

The water reached up to my chin and I felt it thrust itself between the lips it had once before tasted. Mother Earth was surrounding me with all her strength, holding me tight in her clutch and not willing to let me go. She played games with my hair, made it float around me like sea weeds, looking ever so soft and beautiful as it had never done before.

The star clad sky seemed to reflect itself in my hair; I couldn’t stop gazing at how beautiful she made it look. Like I had never ever seen it before, I wondered about its beauty.
I ran my hands through my hair, brushing it away from my face, feeling the wetness soaked deep into its essence.

As I led my hands through my newborn hair, beads of water escaped from it, trickling down from under my hands. Playfully running down over my forehead, challenging each other to come close enough to merge into one; they trailed down over my face and my lips, until they finally found their original source again.
Reunited with their spring at last, they blended into its oblivion, only now having brought with them some of the essence that belonged to one who was also once one with this source, nourishing off its womb.

My feet felt less heavy with each step, the Earth seemed to have stopped her demanding tugging at them. My whole body felt lighter than ever, like I had dissolved into her dampness and was nothing more than a tiny drop in her greatness and deepness.

I gazed at my body in awe. The silvery light of the moon reflected on it; rippling through the water, intermittent only by shadows it cast itself. An almost transparent body stared back at me, fragile like the foetus it once was, in her womb. Hardly able to exist without her womb enclosing me, still needing to nourish on her amniotic fluid to make me a whole person, I bathed in her goodness.

Carefully I stepped ahead; the deep, dark, wetness hugging me like a tight skin. I became closer to her with every gentle step, feeling her succulence surrounding me, invading my nostrils, and gently bashing waves at my eyes, so I had to stop breathing with my body.
It was fine, because I knew her closeness would make my humane breathing abundant.
I could breathe through my pores; and breathe in her rich humidity as I finally merged with her.

I stood fully covered under the heavy, weighty touch of the lake, oblivion was washing over me. My whole existence seemed meaningless at this moment. Total perfection, happiness and reassurance were the words that best described my state of mind.

Cloudiness was taking over my futile thoughts, making me let go of daily details which seemed not to matter anymore. Bubbles originating from my nostrils emerged to the dense surface of the dampness surrounding me; I was amazed at how beautiful even those tiny things appeared to be.

Enjoying this wondrous underwater world with all its perfection, I was unaware of the breaking of the surface, which was forcefully being opened up to let in an intruder. Like a trembling, faithful virgin, not expecting the severe and blinding pain it would cause her.

Great, peaceful blackness inhabited me and fulfilled my brain with the promise of never ending blissfulness. My body seemed to exist solely for the completion of the womb surrounding me, finally making her whole again.

Roughly my thoughts were disturbed, when I was taken away from my new, yet ancient world, my head soaring into the open air again. My senses registered the music and scents of this lazy summer night again, creating a cacophony in my head which was overwhelming and piercing after the serene silence I had just experienced. My lungs seemed to fill up with fresh air so sudden, it made me gasp beyond believe.

The soothing nothingness had gone and a fearful state took over my brain. Why were my dreams so roughly disturbed?

Why did all this air force itself down me so hard I couldn’t cope with it? I didn’t want it, nor did I need it, I was doing fine!

My lungs felt overly sensitive and wanted to burst out of my body, to go back into the luring depths of the water again.

Vaguely I heard someone call out my name, making my ear tremble and my heart skip a beat. Was she calling me back to go under into her womb to fulfil her once again?

She was still tugging at my legs, still surrounding me, making me aware of two worlds at once.

Blissfulness, forgetfulness, tranquillity and serenity beckoned me at one side; while pain, indifference, poisonous skin and yearning for that which would never become mine tried to lure me to their side. I was through with their side, I wanted to wallow in my roots and live in serene eternity forever and always, being completed by her and completing her in return.

My name was being called out again by a dark, vibrating voice that made my insides shiver because it touched my soul. I knew who it was from instinctively; it hunted my dreams and my existence ever since my ears registered its sound for the first time. It belonged to the man I loved more than life itself, the man I would never belong to, because we just couldn’t be.

Slowly I came to my senses, forgetting about her beckoning and about how complete I had felt a moment ago. A moment that seemed a lifetime ago by now; causing my heart to break and to weep for the loss of her fulfilment. .

The love and acceptance I had felt then and there slowly yet abruptly let go of my being like they had never been real, insisting to chew on my mind though. Like something you knew that resided inside you and waited for the right moment to come out and seize you; to take you over completely and shame you for not being with her and fulfilling both your needs.

Still hearing my name being cried out by this dark, familiar voice with desperation that seemed to grow by the moment, I shivered all over my body. The soothing water had seemingly repudiated me from her tender embrace, leaving me nothing but coldness and wetness, numbing my mind in another way than it had done just before.

I panicked and my feet wildly moved around to seek the muddy ground, which had lost all of its magic and apparel out of the blue. My feet found nothing but wetness surrounding me and suffocating me slowly, until I finally felt two strong arms wrapped around me. Familiar arms, which seemed to dominate me into their closeness, however thankful I felt right now about their strength. They were preventing me from sinking down into the dark depths of this treacherous lake and slowly helped me to calm down, to steady my senses and nerves a bit.

What was I doing????

I was drowning myself!

As if things weren’t damp enough, the salty water that filled my eyes up added more to the humidity. Up to the point my eyes couldn’t hold it anymore; spilling their contents so tears ran down my cheeks.
Once again, moist beads were trickling down over my lips and merging into the source I had cherished so much. As if to show her how much she had hurt me; or on the other hand, they could be responding to her beckon call and melt into one with her just the same.

The strong arms surrounding my soaked body lifted me up further and comforted me by being there; soothing sounds found its way to my ear, telling me everything was going to be fine.
I dared to trust myself to these arms and the body they belonged to; too numb to wonder how it was possible his thoughts weren’t washing over my mind by now and forcing themselves upon my brain in equal return for my skin forcing it self upon his.

Complete surrender, tiredness and grief took over my being, leaving me weak and shuddering. Coldness penetrating my bones added to my discomfort, making me wonder even more what the hell I had been doing.
The powerful muscular form surrounding me dragged me away through the demanding untrustworthy lake bit by bit; until I was finally scooped up by his arms and pressed against the wet curls that covered up the firmness of his chest.

His face looked grim and I knew the look that was displayed in his eyes all too well; I had seen it twice before when he thought he had lost me. Touching as his concern was, the fear of him being angry at me and judging me for my stupidity, made me turn my eyes away in shame.
Carefully wrapping my arms around him, I was lifted from the ambiguity of the lake and carried away from it. A few steps away he came to a halt and lay me down in the grass, covering me up with a piece of clothing that smelled familiar, though it wasn’t my own.

Trembling as my lips were, they still tried to form those two universal words understood for their meaning throughout her whole world, “Thank you…”
Not knowing whether the words had been formed by my lips, I stretched out my arms as best as I could in my weakened condition; gazing at my saviour to find the answer in his eyes.

“Ssshhhhhhhhhhh…” was the answer I got instead; its soothing sound rocked me further into a dreamy state, unable to respond in any way whatsoever.

His powerful form was embraced by my arms and I felt barely aware of his presence as he lay down next to me. The experience that stuck by me just before darkness swallowed me whole was the warmth radiating from his body. The tender, cosy warmth which I needed desperately to stay alive at this point; having been numbed with cold; right down to my core. Retaliation for not being with her anymore, or so it seemed.

More time left to ponder there was not left. The will to stay awake was gone, along with the power to direct energy to anything else but the heating up of my frozen body. Total blackness finally kicked in and left my conscience to dream its wearily dreams of her treacherous, damp deepness and her luring beckon call while my saviour watched over me.

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“Right next door”
By, Lady Guinevere

#I can hear the couple fighting right next door
#Their angry words sound clear through these thin walls.

Bobby seemed to be going berserk; he was is Rogue’s room raging at her like a tornado!
I am in the room next door, hiding like a coward. The walls are mocking me with their thinness.
It seems a cruel twist of fate that I have to listen to *every* word they are yelling at each other, they are accusing each other of things I was never even aware off.
Finally Bobby’s always lingering suspicions have been confirmed: Rogue loves someone else…

Hell, she even *fucked* someone else…Me!

Just a few short moments ago *I* was in their room; fucking Popsicle Boy’s girlfriend. It was a moment of weakness…or maybe not? I wanted her. She wanted me. It was so obvious.
Ever since I had laid my eyes on her in that grainy bar, I wanted to fuck her. I knew I had to taste her, or I’d loose it. Unfortunately, her skin-mutation made her insecure about the other sex, so I slowly worked my way into her life.

Quickly, I became her friend. She looked up to me like I was her big hero. As the weeks wore on, I flirted with her now and then, teased her, and even coyly played with her feelings a bit.

Until one day she became *wax* in my hands.

I then took her in, kneaded her and moulded her in my hands. I showed her there was no need to be afraid of her skin mutation; I could handle it. I could love her just the same. Better than that *Popsicle Boy*.

And so I did it this afternoon, love her I mean, right up until we heard that *obnoxious* boyfriend of hers approach in the hallway. I quickly grabbed my clothes and jumped through the window. I got out just in time.

My cigar however, did not…

Trying to settle Bobby down by claiming nothing has happened, Rogue’s tearful voice cuts through my soul and makes me wish it had never happened. Seriously, I never meant to hurt her…

#Around midnight I heard him shout, “Unfaithful woman!”
#And I knew right then the axe was gonna fall.

Popsicle Boy is taking a stand; he is now blaming Rogue for her infidelity.
Hell, I would have done the same bloody thing in his position! No woman of *mine* is going to betray me behind my back!

Suddenly, I felt slightly guilty for eavesdropping, but I want to make damn sure Popsicle Boy won’t hurt her. I even understand where he’s coming from. Damn, I’m almost sympathizing with the “Ice Prick!”
Then again, I really don’t have any right to. I gave that up the moment I laid my claws on his woman. I’m the fucking *cause* of their problems…

#It’s because of me…
#It’s because of me…

#I heard him shout, “Who is he?!” She mumbles low
#He said, “Baby, don’t you lie to me no more!”

Rogue doesn’t give in, even when he’s loosing his temper. She just mumbles, afraid to give me away. She’s deathly afraid of the consequences my name on her lips might have. Hoping that if she leaves my name unsaid it won’t be real. It will be like it never happened. Popsicle Boy raises his voice again, shouting, demanding that Rogue stop lying to him. He then asks her for the truth, no matter how much it might hurt him.

Rogue’s silence made him fill in the blanks, “its Logan isn’t it?”

#I’m listening through these thin walls, silent ashamed.
#As he called out my name, I was right next door.

When her crying seemingly confirms it was indeed *me*, I expect him to storm through the door and battle me for her love; like men once did a long, long time ago.
But apparently chivalry is dead.
So is Popsicle Boy when he lays a hand on me, and he bloody well knows it! We’ve had previous fights and they never ended well for this bed-wetting, teenage excuse for an X-Man.
He still bears the faint scars of my claws penetrating into his tiny stomach to prove that I could easily harm him.
Besides, I think he’s *well* aware he can’t compete with me when it comes to Rogue. He has known all along that she loves me more deeply than she *ever* loved his sorry ass!

#It’s because of me…
#It’s because of me…

As to my feelings for her, well what can I say?

#She was right next door and I’m such a strong persuader;
#That she was just another notch on my guitar…

I tempted her to give into the feelings I knew she had for me. Just for fun.
I wanted to see how far she would go. One look into her eyes was all it took…
Also, I desperately wanted to see how far *I* could go without being drained by her skin. Well, my resourcefulness didn’t let me down, I can tell ya that much!

But, she was just another notch on my guitar, another prize in my trophy case, another one night stand. One that was very hard to obtain. I admit to having had worked on her several years gaining her trust, before she would let me get near enough.
Was it worth the wait? Hell yeah!! Was it worth wrecking her life over? Definitely not…
Damn thing is, apparently I *do* have a conscience. Maybe, I’m not such a bastard after all?

#She’s gonna loose the man that really loves her
#In the silence I can hear their breaking hearts.

Because it ain’t me, I don’t love her like that.
Hell, I just lust for her…

In this fucking cruel silence that has now taken over the room next door, I can almost hear their breaking hearts crack. Why did I wreck Rogue’s life just to add her to my long list of floozy conquests? And Ice Pick, he’s sort of a good boy. Kind of wimpy though, but at least he loved her, which is more than I can say…

Damn this is all my because of me! I’m a *fucking animal* who can’t control his *fucking urges*.

I lie awake all night and listen to the deadly silence alternated with the fierce arguments. I feel so ashamed, it’s embarrassing me. I have never, ever experienced shame like this before; the guilt that is weighing on my mind and chest seems to outweigh my own skeleton, including its added adamantium! And that’s so fucking much, I can tell ya that!”

#At daybreak I hear him pack and say, “Goodbye!”
#I can hear him slam the door and walk away.

Outside the day is dawning bright and sunny, and next door I hear closet doors slamming and heavy footsteps barging around. Then it’s silent once more. Like a catacomb. Creepy and silent, then I hear Popsicle Boy say his goodbyes. It’s very distant and insensitive. How that must rip her sensitive heart into pieces, I can only guess. Poor darlin’.

The door is slammed shut in rage; the angry footsteps that mere moments ago walked up and down the room next to mine are distancing themselves from the door.
It means Bobby is leaving her. Then again, he is not only abandoning Rogue, but also the X-Men team.
He is giving up his safe haven and the only chance at a normal future he will ever have.

And it’s all because of me…

#Right next door I hear that woman start to cry
#I should go to her, but what would I say?

Rogue begins to cry her heart out, and I regret ruining not *one*, but *two* lives; all in the blink of an eye.
How to justify my behaviour? How to make her feel better, when I know it’s because of me? I can’t come up with words to comfort her; I’m just not that kind of guy.

I can never give her what Popsicle Boy gave her; I’m a free spirit and I *won’t* be tied down by anyone! I like my life without complications and attachments. Sorry darlin’!

Maybe it’s best if I take off too; there’s nothing keeping me here anymore, I can’t stand facing Rogue knowing I’m the cause of her grief and misery. Looking into her hopeful eyes; only to crush her heart all over again because not only did I make her loose the love of her life, also will she never experience *my* love…

She will be, unhappily ever after.

And it’s because of me…

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Hungry Eyes, Chapter 6: Dirty Dancing

The recreation room situated in the attic was buzzing with excited voices and the rustling of papers; Rogue manoeuvred through the crowd towards the wooden stage which had been put there temporarily. Clearing her throat, she looked around nervously. All these people were her responsibility, well, more specifically their performances, but that fact was quickly overlooked when butterflies were fighting the Third World War in your stomach…

“Ehm…” Rogue started hesitating, looked around and caught Logan’s pitiful stare at her, giving her immediate strength to raise her voice, “Can I have your attention please?” Rogue shouted clearly.

Normally Logan would have given her strength simply by being there for her; though this time she drew her strength from her infuriated state towards him rather than his soothing presence. She’d show his smug ass she could run this show and be a professional actress who was able to work with people she despised as well!

Logan didn’t feel comfortable in the buzzing crowd, somehow he always felt like people were talking about him. Even though he was surrounded by other freaks, he still didn’t feel totally at ease and accepted at Xavier’s. However, he was here for Marie, not for himself. He was gonna live up to his end of the deal and fulfil his role as Johnny.

He gave Marie his full attention; at first she looked so lost up there he felt sorry for her. Trying to comfort her with a smile seemed to have effect; her angsty scent turned into a confident one right away. Though her chilly, cold stare led him to believe it wasn’t his presence that gave her strength, but her fighting spirit.

“That’s my girl!” Logan whispered to himself at the exact same time the crowd fell silent.

Wishing he could spear his claws through all the turned heads and eyes gazing at him, covering each and every claw from top to bottom in olive-like eyeballs, Logan growled instead; hoping the ferocious glistening of his teeth and the feral sounds of a threatening Wolverine would make all their nosy stares go away.

Rogue hadn’t heard Logan’s exact words but knew they had attracted most of the crowd’s attention; in awe she watched the crowd of people which almost simultaneously turned their heads back into her direction again after the slightest growl Logan gave. ‘They’re just as scared of him as they are of my skin,’ Rogue thought bitterly.

“Thank you! Now, we will begin rehearsing tonight, as you are all well aware off. If you have any questions about your part or the play, feel free to ask away. Otherwise, I suggest we just take it from the top.” Rogue looked around at the crowd to see if anyone had a question.

“Good! Let me introduce you to our never tiring, firework producing, always yellow-clad stage manager: Jubilation Lee!” Rogue lifted her arm into the crowd towards a yellow clothed Asian girl who stepped forward, who was taking a bow as she stepped up the stage beside Rogue.

“Thank you all for your warm welcome! You can stop clapping now, it’s too embarrassing…” Jubilee’s arms gestured widely to stop the imaginative applause from the dumbstruck crowd.

Besides Rogue and Kitty nobody seemed to get Jubes’ humour which accounted for many questioning faces, even Logan’s eyebrow cocked at the yellow girl.

‘Strange girl…’ he thought to himself, though his heightened senses gave away that her display of certainty was merely a performance to cover up her insecurity.

“You’re a tough crowd to please!” Jubilee grinned foolishly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Rogue knew her friend too well and stepped in again to prevent her from further humiliation, “Jubilee can answer many of your questions as well. Don’t hesitate to ask either of us for help or advice. Now, let’s get this show on the road!”

Rogue tried to get the actors enthusiastic by yowling and applauding, however a bunch of teen mutants, most of which were runaways and outcasts, were careful in giving away any of their feelings. ‘All the more reason for them to act and express their hidden emotions,’ Rogue thought to herself.

“Okay…For the first scene we need Baby’s mom, dad and sister, as well as Penny and some extras. And Baby of course, well, what do you know? It’s me! The rest of you, you know who you are, so please step forward!” Rogue raised her voice.

Leaning against a table in the back of the room, Logan watched the students. Glad he could watch how this was done before actually acting himself, he admired Rogue’s bold attitude. Storm, Kitty and Bobby walked towards the stage and staggered around for a while, until Rogue had a chat with them and they sat down on a couple of benches on the stage.

Reading from their papers, Rogue, Storm, Kitty and Bobby sat on two benches which were depicting an automobile. Bobby played Baby’s father and Storm acted as her mother. A bit awkward at first, they read their lines, giggling nervously. When Bobby imitated a moving car sound, they all burst into laughter.

The next scene was the Merengue-lesson at Kellerman’s, Jubilee had to play Penny because she had learned many dances and dance moves over the years, she might even be better than Penny! Plus, Rogue didn’t mind her dancing intimately to Logan; Jubes knew about her feelings for Logan and as her friend she would never betray her, unlike another girl who had pretended to be her friend…

Reading through the scenes with a lot of laughter, the play proceeded until it was time for Logan to make his entrance. All he had to do was walk into the room wearing sunglasses; his jacket thrown nonchalantly over his shoulder. He hated to admit it, but he was feeling kind of nervous. He hated to talk, especially if the words were put in his mouth and every fucking word was followed by a hard-to-please crowd…

In this scene Max, the big boss from Kellerman’s, was talking to the waiters; a part Beast–also known as Dr. Hank Mc Coy– had been happy to take onto his shoulders. He enjoyed the world of theatre and never passed by an opportunity to enrich his life in whatever possible manner. Beast spoke to a bunch of students posing as waiters and Logan came walking in, overhearing Max’s speech to the waiters that it was okay for them to seduce the girls. Even more so, they had to show the girls a good time, especially the ugly ones.

Logan took it personal when Beast told him that other rules applied to him; he wasn’t allowed to lay a hand on any of the women, or he’d be fired! He tossed aside his jacket and grabbed Beast by the collar, jerking the blue, fluffy body near his own while hissing through his clenched teeth, “You got a problem with me, furball?”

Hank kept his calm and replied, “Logan, we’re acting, remember? This is what Max says to Johnny. And I don’t think Johnny is supposed to react like this…”

Somewhere back Rogue bit her under lip and shook her head, “Christ! Why did I want the Wolverine-Pig to play the part of Johnny again?” She leaped to her feet and ran over to Beast and Logan to pry them apart.

Logan had already let go of Beast, he was still growling a little when Rogue asked him, “It’s not gonna be like this the entire play, is it? Are you sure you can handle it, Logan?”

“Yeah yeah, keep your panties on, kid!” Logan answered irritated and turned around, his manhood seriously diminished by her belittling tone. He wasn’t some fucking kid! Claws were throbbing at his flesh, eager to burst out at the slightest dissonant tone.

“You okay, Beast? I’m sorry; I should have known Logan and his short fuse could detonate any moment…” Rogue’s hand smoothed Beast’s collar and her eyes told him how concerned she felt.

Beast grabbed Rogue’s hands and pressed them against his fluffy chest, assuring her he was alright. “It was nothing, my dear. I’m used to dealing with Logan, I know what to expect by now. Shall we continue and forget about this little incident?” His calm tone reminded much of Xavier’s tone, never letting anyone else experience the troubles he was feeling.

“Glad you’re okay…” Rogue smiled at Beast, and then she hollered, “Let’s continue, people! Especially you, Logan! Stop sulking, cage that PIG of yours and join in the fun again!”

Jubilee was walking over the stage back and forth, she was nervous about dancing with Logan. She hadn’t practised with him; she had to make sure to do that in the future. Logan attracted her on one hand; his body was enormously gorgeous and his face was to die for as well; but on the other hand she feared his temper. He had demonstrated that temper again a moment ago; what if she did something wrong and his claws ended up inside of her?

“Dancing hall scene! Everyone, couple up and dance, and Logan and Jubes: enter!” Rogue danced to a student who got to play the part of the obnoxious Neil; if she hadn’t been in desperate need for someone to play the part of Baby’s father, this role would have been perfect for Bobby…

The stage was crowded with dancing students when Jubilee and Logan walked into their midst, Logan looking as smug as Johnny did. When they started to dance, Rogue stopped moving altogether; even though they hadn’t practised they looked like they were dancing together for years already. Jealousy washed over her as she watched them move.

Logan held Jubilee thinking that she danced easily and good, but he missed the chemistry that he did have while he was dancing with Marie. He picked up on Jubilee’s nervous scent and before he knew it he said to her, “You’re a great dancer, kid. Don’t worry…”

Invading his nostrils another scent found his way; it was Marie with a new added smell, the stench of jealousy. Glancing her way he grinned smugly, aware of her defeated stares. Finally there was some justice; now she knew she wasn’t the only one able to dance with him.

Keeping his eyes locked onto Marie’s, Logan pressed Jubilee closer to his chest, eliciting even more jealous looks and scents from Marie.

Jubilee made a funny sound at the sudden gesture and looked at Logan’s face before she spat, “Dude! You’re smothering me! I’m not Rogue, in case you forgot. If you two have issues, sort them out without involving me!” She squirmed free from his tight grip and reduced their dancing-space to a normal one again.

Rogue beckoned Beast that it was his time again to enter the stage, like in the movie it was time to break the couple apart with a throat-slicing gesture; hopefully not taken personal again by Logan. Nervously Rogue watched Logan’s reaction and sighed with relieve when he let go of Jubilee and they both found other partners to dance with.

Rogue made it through the scene where she was the magician’s assistant being sawed in half, while worrying for the scene in the staff dancing quarters. Logan kept sending sultry, smug stares over to her; very aware of what seemed to come. They didn’t even practice the “dirty dancing” yet…It was going to be like in the movie, Logan teaching her the moves.

Finally, the scene was up. The students were dancing, while in the background the lyrics to the right song were heard, “Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Now… that I…can dance.”

Rogue was carrying an imaginary water melon and walked through the crowd with her fellow student, they talked and all of a sudden there sounded applauding; Logan and Jubilee were making their way through the crowd. Surrounded by the others they danced their dirty dance, a very well choreographed one. Apparently Jubilee had given the dance a lot of thought already; which on one hand made Rogue wonder with jealousy and on the other hand thankful to have a friend who was serious about her part in the play.

As the music in the background changed to a man singing, “I’m a love man…” Logan walked over to Rogue and asked her what she was doing here.

“I carried a watermelon,” Rogue replied, thinking that in real life she would probably have said something equally embarrassing. She was as much under the impression with Logan as baby was with Johnny.

Logan backed away and danced into the crowd again, sending her stares all the while. At one point, he beckoned Rogue by his fingers to join him. Thinking for the umpteenth time, that this wasn’t the worst play she could have picked, Logan watched Marie who was looking positively shy. Either that was some damn good acting, or she had gotten very nervous indeed. She couldn’t refuse and that thought picked Logan’s mood up quite a bit; she had to dance with him.

Rogue watched Logan come closer and dragged her into the crowd onto the dance-floor. Nerves were raging through her body as her heart rate sped up so fast she felt embarrassed about it.

‘This is it…’ she thought, heart hammering in her chest, ‘Logan’s hips will be grinding into mine shortly…’ her mouth was feeling dry as hell, ‘and everybody will be watching as I lose control when we’re so close I could die…’

Awkwardly, just like in the movie, Rogue watched Logan’s movements. Surprise about his remembering the movements quickly made way for burning red cheeks when Logan pushed her down by her shoulders. She wondered if Baby had felt the same, she couldn’t remember how to breathe, let alone move!

Logan watched Marie when he demonstrated the hip movement, telling her to, “Watch my eyes!” he pulled Marie near and kept moving his hips into hers. The sensation of his crotch so close to hers, sent him off to the land of erotic daydreams. Swaying her, he pressed his groin hard into her gender, imagining them both naked. Marie’s arm flung loosely around his neck, her movements got more intense and less woodenly.

Rogue bore her chocolate eyes into Logan’s hazel pools, every disagreement they had had before totally slipped her mind and cleared space for one thing only.

‘I want this man. Right now, right here…’ she thought, feeling the bulge resting in her groin grow harder with every movement.

Rogue totally forgot her surroundings, her mind became a blur. There were flashes of Logan and her making out in the water, Logan displaying his hot naked skin sitting in the chair, Logan’s tongue trailing the track of the water beads, and every single image made her melt like wax. Her skin felt flushed, pooling heat between her legs gave away her arousal just as much as her maniacal heart rate.

Flaring nostrils inhaled Rogue’s aroused scent, unleashing Wolverine. Deep inside him her heartbeat trembled through his body, his manhood throbbing hard in the same rhythm. Hands were trailing over her curvy body, fingertips eagerly digging into her skin, pulling her body near his. Hot and steamy breaths lingered in her neck, when his tongue licked her slick, hot skin without any warning.

Rogue reacted by throwing her head back in her neck, moaning loudly. Logan’s hands were all over her, driving her further into arousal. His groin was still pressed tightly against hers, moving up and down, circling even. The tensed denim holding back his manhood rubbed over the cloth barely providing protection from both their heat, at this rate it wouldn’t take her long to go over the edge…

“Yo chica!” Jubilee yelled in Rogue’s ear and tugged at her sleeve, then whispered in her ear, “The script doesn’t say they actually do it, right now…”

Startled Rogue came to her senses, looking around she discovered that everyone who was here, was staring at her and Logan, a lot of mouths were opened because of the sight. Her still loudly pounding heart was the only sound to be heard for a while.

Logan noticed Marie drew away from their embrace and snapped open his eyes to look at her, noticing Jubilee standing just beside her, he glanced around to find dozens of staring eyes and opened mouths in his direction.

Immediately his claws appeared with the well-known slashing sound, relieving some of the pressure that was building inside his boiling body. Growling while baring dangerously flickering teeth, a short threatening sentence from Logan directed to the staring crowd added strength to the gesture, “Show’s over!”

After that Marie caught Logan’s glimpse that showed mixed feelings of regret, anger and even shame, before Logan walked away faster than anyone could say “Dirty Dancing”. Her legs still not strong enough to support her, she sat down on a bench to steady her heart rate a little.

“Now I know why they call it Dirty Dancing…,” Rogue mumbled, fanning herself with the play. Because there was one thing she knew for sure; her thoughts had never been dirtier…

To be continued…

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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…

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Hungry Eyes, Chapter 4: Rise and Fall

It was a good thing that the sun had given its best for months already, warming up the lake water to a temperature pleasant enough to swim and frolic in.

Rogue and Logan had reached the lake and stood in the sandy shores which held its greatness and tranquillity; both seemed somewhat reluctant to go in.

“What’s up next?” Logan turned his body to face Rogue.

“Remember the movie?” Rogue was grinning wickedly, she just thought of something taunting to say to Logan, “Johnny takes off all his clothes and dives into the water…”

“WHAT?” Logan asked incredulous, his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

Rogue’s grin and increasing giggles gave her away however and made Logan sigh with relief, for a brief moment. Then the situation dawned on him, and he couldn’t control his voice anymore, raising it at Rogue, “You can’t stop provoking me to give into your persuasion, can ya?”

Rogue’s giggling seized at once and surprised she stared at Logan; her eyes displaying nothing but childish innocence, “I was just teasing you sugar! No harm intended!”

A grim look was still present on Logan’s face as he approached Rogue with a steady pass,
“Maybe it’s better if we get the sex out of the way, so we can get on with the play!”

Rogue knew that she ought to be frightened, or at least impressed by Logan’s action, but her nerves made her giggle again. Especially when she realised that Logan’s exclamation rhymed… Grinning harder and harder, she walked backwards; away from Logan.

“Why are you still giggling?” Logan’s pace got faster and his face more threatening.

“I’m sorry, Logan. But it rhymed…” With that said, Rogue burst into laughter.

“You women are all the same…” Logan shook his head and seemed to thaw slightly. He made it look like he was loosing his interest so he could move in closer to Rogue without her suspicion hindering him.

Unaware of what was about to hit her, Rogue giggled on and on, utterly relaxed. Suddenly Logan moved very close to her; his bare chest touched her back and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He pushed her in the direction of the water; slowly at first but quickly increasing his pace he forcefully pushed Rogue closer to the lake.

His full body weight crashing down on her; Rogue’s giggling seized and she wanted to squirm free when she realised what Logan was trying to do. She leaned back with her full weight but it was no match for his adamantium covered skeleton; the lake got threateningly near…

Attempting to smooth-talk her way out of it, Rogue drawled, “I’m sorry sugar! Please don’t push me in the water!”

Not the least bit tempted to give up his battle, Logan playfully answered, “can’t stop now, darlin’!” while he just kept on pushing her forward, his feet already getting wet from the lake water.

Rogue tried to fight Logan off but his grip on her was so tight, she didn’t know what to do anymore. Water surrounded her ankles already and when she looked down, the bottom of her jeans had turned dark from the dampness by then. Just surrendering her self to Logan’s overpowering force, Rogue prepared to get wet. It was inevitable anyway for rehearsing the lift-scene.

His arms still wrapped tightly around Rogue, Logan tried to ignore her scent and walked further through the somewhat chilly water. The water had reached his knees by now and swiftly made its way to his groin, which was always an unpleasant experience at first.

“Just keep on walking, Logan. Show Rogue that she can’t mess with ya!” he thought to encourage him self. Surrounded by the water his movements seemed to be held back by it; continuation was getting harder but it didn’t stop him, hell no, it only slowed him down a bit.

Rogue found her body not only embraced by Logan’s brawny arms, but also by the cool water which had reached her breasts by now. She had gotten used the cold inch by inch, but was actually looking forward to dipping under the glassy surface totally. As if Logan heard her thoughts, he released her from his warm yet wet embrace and Rogue took the opportunity to dive under.

Logan dove after her to soak his body entirely and swam for some metres before he shot up from the surface again. Tossing his head from one side to the other, water drops soared around his head like a halo. His muscular arms rose up from the water and he ran his hands through his thick, dark hair to sweep it from his face. Having grown accustomed to the water, it felt pretty okay.

Rogue had come up to the surface just before Logan did and watched his gorgeous body emerge from the lake with her mouth open. “Another image to keep me up at night,” she thought bitterly yet aroused, “Crap!”

Logan caught her stare at his body and smirked, “You said it your self, kid: my hot, wet body is a sight for sore eyes as well…”

Predatory eyes lingered just above the water and made her shiver beyond control. She cursed his excellent memory as well as his ability to use anything she said against her, but mostly she cursed her own big mouth. If she wasn’t so sassy all the time, this wouldn’t have happened!

Ignoring his remark she thought it best to practise the lift a couple of times and get the hell out of here, before she caved in totally. So that’s what she suggested to Logan at an irritated tone,
“Let’s just practise the damn lift and then get the hell out of here!”

A cocked eyebrow was Logan’s initial response to her cranky sounding remark, but then he thought, “She’s not getting away with this so easily! She wants me to be in her play and she is the one who keeps on making those ambiguous remarks! And now I’m being treated like crap?!”

“Oh no, darlin’! Drop the attitude or I’ll leave right now; so you can stare at my hot, wet ass instead!” Logan retorted full of fire, getting her back with her own words once again. He knew he was right, but more importantly he knew she was getting more pissed by the moment because he was using her words against her for the second time. Subcutaneous, he was cracking him self up.

A defeated mumble came from Rogue’s lips as she swam nearer to him. “We need to go to a shallow part, so I can take a running start. All you have to do is hold my waist and lift me above your head.” Rogue swam a little towards the edge of the lake again and still grumbled low, “Asshole! Thinks he’s God. Thinks he can control poor lil’ Roguey’s life, just ‘cause he looks hot! Hah!”

The fact that Logan had heightened senses seemed to have slipped her mind for a moment; making Logan–who swam just behind her– grin smugly again when he overheard her growling. Coming to a halt when Rogue did, Logan let his feet touch the sandy bottom of the lake. The water rose to his chest where his small hardened nipples just peeked over the surface.

“Ready?” Rogue swam back a bit and then tried to run towards Logan; heavy clothing and an environment that made her feel like there was no gravity, hampered her intentions. She tried to remember whether they had a running start in the movie, but her mind was blank. Instead she decided to swim over to Logan again and just do the lift from that position. “Just pick me up from here; I’ll try to jump up when you lift me, okay?”

One strap of her tight, white spaghetti-top hung down from her shoulder and Logan eyed it with growing interest. Her slick top followed every curve of her beautiful body and Logan found it difficult to think of anything other than taking of her top and caressing her creamy, white skin. Fortunately he could touch her without suspicion for the “lift” and eagerly grabbed her by her waist which felt slim and slick in his hands.

The object of Logan’s daydreams blurred all of a sudden when Rogue jumped up from the water trying to do the “lift”. Logan didn’t know what hit him being distracted by his thoughts and realised he was too late to lift her now; they had to do this in perfect synchronism.

“Logan! You’re not paying attention! I told you I was gonna jump!” Rogue drawled as she slid downwards, her slick body caressing his damp chest all the way down, until they were face to face again, mere inches away.

“I had more urgent matters to pay attention to…Let’s try again, okay?” Logan grinned and squeezed Rogue’s waist to give her a little demonstration of the boost. Hazel eyes questioned her readiness along with eyebrows which were cocking up and down slightly.

“Ready! On the count of three, one…two…three!”

At three Rogue jumped up and felt the tugging of the water holding her back at first. Then she felt Logan’s strong arms boosting her high up in the air and it felt like she was flying for a moment, free of pulling forces. She spread her arms out to her sides and tried to keep her balance when she felt she was hovering just horizontal enough above his head.

Even though Rogue did not weigh much, holding her wet, clothed body above his head with straight arms demanded most of his strength. Shaking slightly, he managed to hold her for quite some time, until he felt a pull backwards on his arms. Rogue was losing her balance and dove into the water behind him, giving a high-pitched joyful scream.

Emerging from the fresh water, Rogue laughed and swam around Logan to be able to face him once again, “That wasn’t bad for the first time! I actually stayed up there! WOOHOO!”

“I could hold you much longer if you took off some of that wet clothing…” Logan suggested with a wicked grin. But seriously, it would help some.

“If you hadn’t pushed me in the water to show your masculinity, I could have taken something off first!” Rogue answered cocky.

“What’s keeping you from it now?” Logan fired back, curious about her answer.

“Your way too eager stare is what’s keeping me. We made a deal, remember?” Rogue replied triumphantly.

“I give up,” Logan answered defeated.

“DAMN! Still no half-naked Marie!” he thought bitterly. He just had to wait out the play before anything would happen. He’d try, but couldn’t promise anything. After all, there were two men lusting for her in his body. And one of them was very primal, indulging in his urges whenever he felt like it. Sometimes there was just no holding him back…

“Logan? You wanna try it again?” Rogue asked him, wondering about his absent look.

“What?” Logan was snapped out of his thoughts and didn’t quite get what Rogue wanted him to have another try at, she just made it clear there would be no skin showing involved, so what was it she wanted?

“The lift, Logan!” Rogue replied impatient. Jeez, that man’s memory was worst than Dory’s, the blue fish from Finding Nemo.

“On three again? One…two…three!” Logan decided not to waste more time thinking about something he couldn’t lay his hands on and just get on with practising. He’d take care of his own needs later that day, fantasizing about Marie while he reached his climax. Again…

Rogue sore above Logan’s head again, able to keep her balance even longer this time before she plunged head first into the water. Screaming out her victory every time she managed to steady herself over Logan’s head, Rogue and Logan practised the “lift” several times before Rogue felt confident enough to bring it to an end.

Swimming around Logan after her final plunge, she said, “I think we’re done here. No more practising in the water, just on the land a few more times. You did a great job, Logan! I knew those muscles weren’t just yummy to look at…” Rogue faced Logan while giving him a goofy grin.

Logan pulled her near him again by her waist and mumbled seductive, “My muscles are good for lots of things…” After which his eyebrow bounced up and down quickly a couple of times, making Rogue break out in innocent laughter.

“Like what, huh, stud?” Rogue took on Logan’s challenge and pierced her eyes straight into his, letting her hands wander over his biceps to feel all of their deliciousness.

“Seducing little girls and keeping them captive in my embrace…” Logan’s words sounded so low they seemed to come from an entirely different place than his throat. His arms tightened around Rogue’s waist and his face came closer to hers, while his breathing became low and heavy.

“Logan…” Rogue yammered and tried to back away from his embrace only to discover his words hadn’t been a lie, his arms around her felt like steel bars and there was no way she was getting out of their grip.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as his face closed in on hers, all she could look at were his luscious lips, only inches away. Then his lips touched hers, sending shivers through her body. Gently, they tasted her and played with her, arousing her so much liquid lava seemed to flow through her and melt her brain away.

Logan’s lips tasted Marie’s lips and explored their eager damp surface, sucking them into his mouth as if he was claiming her as his own. Enthusiastic to enter the passionate game, Logan’s tongue came forward and licked Marie’s lips, gently pushing her lips apart. Thrusting itself inside her moist and willing mouth it searched for its equivalent, which it quickly found.

Playing, challenging, thrusting, licking, sucking and exploring, their tongues continued, driving both of them into oblivion and arousal, unable to stop their hands from groping at each others hot, wet bodies.

Logan’s hands were trailing over Marie’s breasts, feeling their wet, delicious flesh and kneading her nipples rock hard in his experienced and willing touch. Sliding down the straps of her top his hands wandered over her shoulders and cupped her breasts, while his tongue kept on claiming hers as his own.

Rogue’s hands wandered over Logan’s arms, discovering every muscle of his rock hard, yet strangely enough, soft feeling body. Sliding, her hands went from his arms to his shoulders, where they glad over his broad, moist back. His muscles felt so good under her hands, she wanted to bite her tongue off not to scream with arousal. Since her tongue was already occupied, this wasn’t necessary.

Trailing her willing hands over his chest and pecks, Rogue felt Logan’s muscles move under her hands. “I can’t believe I’m actually touching his gorgeous body after all this time!” Rogue thought to herself, her hands wandering around some more, over his abs and side, stroking through his abundant chest- and abdominal hair.

Logan tried to pry Marie’s spaghetti-top off; holding its lower-seem he wanted to pull the top over her head. Then he realised there was a much faster and easier solution. The claws from his right hand shot out from between his knuckles with a metallic sound, making Marie startle and draw back her mouth from their intense kiss.

“What are you doing, Logan?” Rogue asked surprised and stunned.

“Granting myself access to your gorgeous titties, darlin’!” Logan grinned naughty.

“My WHAT?” Rogue asked incredulous, “This almost got outta hand! We made a deal, Logan! Touching my titties is included in that deal!” Rogue turned away from Logan and wade through the water to get on dry land. NOBODY talked about her breasts like that. Boobs, maybe, but TITTIES? No way!

“I already touched them, what’s the big deal?” Logan raised his arms up in a non-understanding gesture; one hand still had the claws sticking out from it. He followed Rogue to the edge of the lake and retracted his claws on the way.

“They’re not TITTIES!” Rogue shouted at Logan while she kept on walking out of the lake and over the grass. She was so through with this animal!

“Wolverine, my ass! A PIG, that’s what you are!” She shouted at him infuriated, keeping up her pace.

“Don’t insult me! Hooters then? Boobs maybe? Tits? Knockers? What?” Logan shouted back at Rogue, walking over the grass by now, shaking his head. It was no use, he blew it.

If only he understood why women got so upset when you called their woman-parts the wrong name. Maybe he’d have to have a chat with Storm. Although, he was not about to go embarrass himself in front of a bunch of women. Marie would come around, she needed him to play Johnny in her play, she said so herself! Right?

Not his usual smug self, Logan followed the soggy trail Marie had left for him and wearily walked up to his room.

Rogue had reached her room and wondered seriously whether she wanted to continue the play with Logan. She was fed up with his animalistic behaviour and the strain this play asked of her was too much to combine with their little flirting game. Because in the end, that was all it was. Right?

To be continued…

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Hungry Eyes, Chapter 3: Temptation

Rogue couldn’t remember how she got through the days until her next meeting with Logan, but she managed, with great strain and effort though.

She had never seen Logan this tormented, yet at the same time so smug about something, maybe it was just plain arrogance about the way she acted around him: like a teenager in heat.
Admittedly, she was a teenager in heat…

And right now, she had to endure this self inflicted pain again. How dumb was she anyway?

Rogue asked Logan if he could think of a place where a thick, fallen tree lay across a dried up riverbed. He thought it over and told her to meet her here, in the forest just outside the grounds of Xavier’s. He knew of a dried up riverbed, all he had to do now, was provide a tree.
That’s where his claws came in handy…

He sniffed around and smelled Rogue’s presence; the scared teenage-hormone smell combined with her natural sweetness filled up his nostrils, though she was nowhere to be seen yet.

A tree that stood near the bank of the riverbed was unaware of its destiny and just stayed put at the sound of claws forcefully gliding out from between Logan’s knuckles. A feral groan announced Logan’s attack just before he slashed his claws horizontally through the tree, causing it to crunch and moan and finally topple over with brutal violence.

A spectator lurched in the shadows of the trees nearby and gazed in awe at Logan’s display of power.

Rogue wasn’t sure if lurking in the shadows and watching Logan flaunt his feral nature and oh so muscular body, had been a bright idea…
Especially when he decided to take off his tank top, using it to wipe away the sweat which trickled over his forehead and chest, making her wish she could be his tank top. Or the drops of sweat for that matter; she wasn’t too picky, as long as she could touch Logan’s gorgeous body…

The sight of him using his claws convoyed by his untamed, savage nature always pushed her buttons. Particularly, if he showed that nature in its most natural state. The only obstacle between that natural state and her eyes seemed to be his sweatpants, even though they had been cut off halfway his upper legs, showing his well-built upper legs and calves.

Hell, if Logan hadn’t picked up her scent by now, he would surely notice the slug trail that streamed towards him…

“Time to take a look at that chest from up close!” Rogue thought, to stimulate herself.

“Decided to step out from your hiding place, did ya?”

Logan threw aside his tank top somewhere on the grass. His back faced her when he accused her of her “crime”, which was probably for the best because that way he couldn’t see the crimson red which coloured her cheeks one too many times these days.

“I just thought I’d keep my distance; I don’t feel like being smashed by a tree, if you don’t mind…” Rogue drawled indignant and strode towards a scarcely clad Logan.

“Just a shame your scent gives you away, ain’t it?”

Darkened, hazel eyes bore deep into passionate, brown ones; each trying to figure out what the other side really wanted, dancing around each other like they were performing a mating ritual. Neither gave in and their stare wasn’t broken till minutes later, when Rogue spoke,

“Maybe you wanna put that divine body of yours to use, sugar?”

Astonished by her own sassiness; Rogue closed her eyes and wished again that she had never inflicted herself with all this unnecessary pain and yearning. Their last conversation was still lingering in her brain and she wondered how they would ever be able to behave normal around each other again, both knowing what they really wanted from each other…

Logan wasn’t put out by Marie’s remark in the least; she just confirmed what he already knew by her body language, scent, behaviour, and the little incident that had led to their honest conversation the other day.

Smirking, he boldly replied, “what did you have in mind then, darlin’?”

“Practising the dance, Logan. Or did I lead you on to believe I was interested in something else?” Rogue sounded cocky, but felt insecure and wanted to pound herself for bringing up this touchy subject of which she was sure it was gonna embarrass them both again.

“You want an honest answer, kid?” Logan’s grin got naughtier by the moment.

Rogue moaned at first and then hesitated, “Let’s not do this again, Logan…”

“Suit yourself, kid. But if you decide you do want to finish this conversation, verbally or physically, you know where to find me… Now, let’s practice! Walk over to the tree, and show me what we’re supposed to be doing.”

Still a little jittery, Rogue followed Logan’s broad, bare back and his perfect tush to the tree. She wondered if she had been a coward for avoiding the subject, but she just couldn’t take any more of his teasing and flirting.

He was toying with her, she just knew it! He wallowed in it, and she wouldn’t give him any more of that satisfaction.

She just had to stop thinking of him like the embodiment of perfection, and start seeing him like the platonic friend that he was to her. They had both established that right now they couldn’t give in to their longings.

Reaching the tree, Logan stopped and waited for Rogue’s instructions with his arms crossed over his chest.

He loved showing off his body, he had to admit that the hungry stares women sent him accompanied by their aroused scents, made him feel good about him self.

The animal that housed in him reacted to those signs by surfacing; indulging and wallowing in it was a natural thing to him, he couldn’t help it, even if he was supposed to stop his tempting behaviour towards Rogue. It was pure instinct…

“You remember the scene from the movie? This is where I’m supposed to find my balance, and practice the “lift”, but chicken out. Then we head to the water to practice the “lift”. First you have to stand barefoot on the tree and beckon me to join you, and show me the moves.”

Rogue took off her shoes and socks, just like “Baby” did in the movie, and Logan complied with Rogue’s suggestion, already barefoot walking up the tree-trunk.

Combining the dance-exercise with an exercise of his own skills, Logan closed his eyes and felt the tree-trunk under his feet. Keeping his balance purely by feeling; he walked further, foot by foot, spreading out his arms in a horizontal line to steady him.

Rogue stared at Logan’s backside walking further away from her over the tree-trunk, his shoulder muscles showing themselves as they supported his strapping arms.

He stopped and then turned around slowly, keeping his eyes closed until he had found his balance totally.

Out of the blue his hazel eyes locked onto her brown ones in a sultry stare; a mischievous grin spread across his face and then he beckoned Rogue to join him.

She couldn’t tell if he was acting or…

It sent shivers down her spine and gave her goose bumps over her entire body; his confusing signals drove her up the wall. This play turned out to be a true test of her endurance; every time she was alone with Logan she wanted to jump him so much that it hurt.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; she tried to clear her head and calm her nerves down a bit.

“Just focus on the play, Rogue,” she said to herself repeatedly.

Reopening her eyes she walked to the tree trunk and tried to ignore Logan’s tempting grin and divine body which were way too present.

Upon getting in contact with the tree trunk, her feet started to move forward slowly. Her arms were spread out to her sides to keep her from falling to one side. She wobbled at first and giggled, but as she proceeded her balance improved.

Rogue reached Logan after a slightly wobbly trail, which was accompanied by little yelps and giggles; but she made it. As she got closer Logan watched her bare feet that stuck out of the figure hugging jeans that fell just over her knees.

His gaze went up and trailed over her white spaghetti top, which was tightly hugging her upper body and showing way too much cleavage if she wanted him to stick to their promise. Her breasts were bouncing up and down slightly with every step she took.

Staring at her delicious, creamy flesh made it hard for Logan to focus on the purpose of this exercise.

When she stood inches away from him, he asked her, “And now? You just wobble up and down a bit? Or is this where we have to practice the “lift” already?” Logan cocked his eyebrow and gazed down at her bosom.

“Let’s just stand here first and find the balance, then do the steps a bit. I think in the movie Baby chickens out from the “lift” and honestly, I am glad she does…” Rogue smirked foolishly at Logan.

“Just practise the steps solo first, in a while we will assume the dancing position,” Rogue suited the action to the word and stepped back and forth to practice the steps.

Furtive stares went from Rogue to Logan and she noticed they were returned with the same courtesy. Her eyes lingered on his bare, tanned chest; his muscular pecks were covered with brown, curly chest hair that developed into a thin line running over his abs, only to vanish behind the waistband of his tight, short sweat pants.

Having a great excuse for touching his strapping biceps, Rogue decided she had practiced her steps enough and suggested to take the dancing position again. Logan seemed as eager as she was to comply with her suggestion.

Rogue got hold of his left hand, and Logan placed his right hand on her back after which Rogue placed her hand on his bulging biceps, squeezing it gently as if to reassure her self that it was for real.

In return Logan pushed Rogue forcefully closer to him; surprising her so much it made her loose her balance for a split second.

Threatening to fall down; Logan grabbed her by her tiny waist with both his hands, pulled her tightly toward his chest and struggled to keep his balance at the same time.

“Whoaaaah!”

Rogue felt relieved that Logan’s strong arms were there to catch her; the thought of crashing down a few feet from the tree trunk wasn’t that appealing at all…

“It feels like I’m in my own romantic movie, for crying out loud. This is such a cliché,” Rogue thought as she was “rescued” and pressed firmly against Logan’s chest, who was still trying to recover his balance.

After Rogue had been standing stone still for a while Logan had found his balance and loosened his grip on Rogue, who raised her head and sent him a thankful look accompanied by these words, “Thanks, sugar!”

“You’re welcome, darlin’. Now don’t lose your balance again! Promise?”

“You know what I think? You set the whole thing up, just to pull me close.
“But if you want me to promise you: I promise!” Rogue drawled and batted her eyelashes, acting like a regular damsel in distress, still pressed against Logan’s chest.

“Stop it, Marie. I’m trying very hard to behave like a gentleman here. You set up this whole damn tempting play yourself, not me!”

Logan felt anger rising inside him and that was never a good thing. He backed away from Rogue’s embrace because he didn’t trust himself.

Rogue’s face showed a vibrant red again, as she bit her under lip. She was trespassing on dangerous territory again by blabbing way too much. He was right; she had to admit that humiliated.

“Let’s just head for the lake and practice the “lift”, so we can both cool off. I’m sorry for accusing you, Logan. I appreciate the trouble you’re going through for lil’ ol’ me.” Rogue drawled, looking at her feet.

She turned around on the tree trunk foot by foot, careful not to fall even more this time, because she wasn’t sure whether Logan would be there to catch her in his current state…
She gently walked over the tree trunk holding out her arms horizontally, and before she knew it she had reached the end and her feet safely touched the grass again. She turned around to see how Logan was doing.

Logan had nearly reached the end of the tree trunk, his eyes were closed again to feel one with nature and let his sensitive senses do most of the work. Following Rogue’s scent he walked over the last bit of the tree and all of a sudden his feet touched the grass again. He didn’t open his eyes up just yet to stay in touch with his senses for a while.

Rogue stared at his body and grew impatient, why didn’t he open his eyes? Ah well, it gave her the chance to feast on his tanned torso, muscular biceps and well-built upper legs.
Just as her gaze glad over his body, taking it in inch by inch, Logan opened his eyes.

“Enjoying the view, are ya?” Logan smirked self fulfilled.

“What’s not to enjoy?” Rogue answered sassy.

“If you’re finished drooling, we can go to the lake.”

“I will never be finished drooling over you, but let’s go anyway. Your hot, wet body will be a sight to sore eyes just as well…”

Rogue just couldn’t stop flirting, even though they had promised each other not to go there.

Logan sighed and led the way, shaking his head over her conduct. This was gonna be a long rehearsal and a tremendous strain on his self control…

To be continued…

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Hungry Eyes, Chapter 2: Decisions

Logan walked over to the mini-fridge in his room and grabbed them both a bottle of water.
Marie caught one of the bottles when he threw it over to her, thankful for both his silence as well as the chance to cool down. Having a break right now was perfect.

She put the bottle opening between her lips and gushed down the cool water, hoping it would take away the colour from her cheeks as well as the burning sensation inside her. Little streams of water ran down her chin, having escaped between the bottle opening and her lips; trailing their way down over her scorching cleavage and then disappearing behind the neckline line of her top.

Watching their path with great curiosity, Wolverine followed the water stream intensely with his eyes, wondering how much further down the drops were streaming… Slowly he got up to his feet, gushing down the contents of his own water bottle in a heart beat and tossing it aside afterwards; never once breaking eye contact with his target.

He prowled over to Rogue who looked alarmed, but stayed put anyway. In front of her he came to a halt, still staring into her curious eyes; then he got hold of her bottle and flung it aside. Its contents spilled all around it, yet the splattering sight was wasted on Wolverine.

His face was so close to hers that she could hear his ragged breathing. Instinctively she took a few steps back, but promptly she bumped into the wall. Fearing what might come; Rogue braced herself, both her hands pressed tightly on to the wall behind her. If her heart rate would go any faster, she’d be dead by the time Logan had reached her.

“Oh my God! What does he want from me?” Her thoughts hardly drowned out the outrageously loud pounding of her heart.

Wolverine approached his victim and sniffed up her scent, which consisted mostly of fear; but he focused on the hint of desire that fully filled up his nostrils, and proceeded. His ears only heard her wildly throbbing heart, which was soon drowned out by his own untamed heart beat.
He stood so close to her that his chest flattened her breasts and his crotch ground into her womanhood. Still locking his predatory stare onto hers, he placed his arms on the wall alongside her head, almost crushing his full weight into her fragile body.

Holding her breath, Rogue shivered all over her body. She had to admit to being terrified; what was Wolverine – she knew this wasn’t Logan anymore – trying to do to her?

His hot breaths were over her face again and when his mouth came close to hers, Rogue had to swallow away a big lump in her throat. His tongue wetted his lips and that was one of the most sensual things Rogue had ever seen, sending sparks of fire throughout her entire body despite the fear that was still consuming her.

Then his tongue approached her lips, gently licking over them; following the path the water stream had taken. Darting over her chin, down her neck and then over her chest. Rogue braced herself against the wall again, although this time she did it to prevent her body from sliding down in utter weakness…

Wolverine tasted the water on Rogue’s salty, glowing skin and darted his tongue further down from her chest; lowering one of his hands in the process which finally created some space between his body and hers. Gratefully Rogue’s longs filled up with long desired air.

Logan pulled down the neckline of Rogue’s top to be able to follow the trace of the water further down between her breasts. His eyes devoured the sight of her black, lace bra embracing her bosom which was heaving with arousal and looked slick from the water streams.

He pushed his ever growing crotch hard into hers, overwhelming Rogue with his masculinity and dominance. His tongue indulged in the sweetness of her skin, tasting its salty dampness and bringing the animal inside him even closer to the surface. He licked over her soft breasts, until his tongue couldn’t continue anymore simply because her bra didn’t expose more to him.

Rogue had closed her eyes and moaned softly at first, but the volume of her moans increased when Wolverine’s tongue found its way down deeper into her cleavage. One of the hands that she had used to thrust herself into the wall found its way to Wolverine’s head and pushed it down to assure the continued contact between his hot, wet lips and her eager breasts.

How an innocent drink of water had lead to this made her wonder, “He’s weird! This is weird! But I’m not complaining, no way!”

His hungry eyes glanced into hers, which were drunk with arousal. He asked her non-verbally if she would let him continue; in advance he had lowered his other arm from the wall and slid both of his immense, eager hands over her waist and under her soft, cotton top, ready to take it off.

Hardly perceived by both of them, a knocking sound suddenly boomed through the room.

“Logan? Are you in there? We’ve got a situation that needs your expertise!”

Sighing and releasing Rogue’s waist, Logan dropped his arms and let his shoulders hang. He was pissed about this disturbance!

Leaving behind a flustered Rogue who almost collapsed from dizziness; Logan turned around and walked to the door, opening it to reveal Storm standing outside.

“What’s the matter?” he sounded hoarse.

Storm looked at Logan and then her stare went right past him, noticing Rogue who was still standing against the wall, looking very hot-headed, “You two look flustered…”

“We were practising the dance for Rogue’s play. Now, what is it?”

“That’s right! How are you doing so far?” An enthusiastic sounding Storm smiled at him.

“Fine, until you came along…” Logan answered with a hint of bitterness, “Again, what is it?”

“Don’t get all grumpy! You can continue later! I wanted to discuss a situation involving one of the students with you. You want to follow me up to my room?”

“You probably won’t stop harassing me until I do, so let’s go.”

Logan turned around and addressed Rogue, “Be right back, kid. Relax for a while.”

He took off and left Rogue who sank down to her knees, then sat down on the floor. Dreamily her hands followed the path Logan’s tongue had just made and she wondered what it was about.

Why had it happened? And, if Storm hadn’t come in, would they have continued? What was next?

Was it just sex to Logan? Wolverine had clearly taken over and she doubted he acted out of love…

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Logan returned before she knew it and Rogue jumped up from her day dreams. She wondered what was gonna happen now…

“Where were we?” Logan sounded distant and walked over to the CD-player again.

He was glad that Storm interrupted them; otherwise he would have devoured Rogue. She wasn’t ready for a man like him to take advantage of her.

Wolverine was an instinctive creature, nothing more, nothing less. As for Logan, he wasn’t sure how he felt about her. She was gorgeous as hell, but she should be with someone younger and steadier. Why wasn’t she chasing after some student instead of hanging out with him?

“I wanted to practice the part where Johnny stands against Baby’s back and trails his hand down her raised arm.” Disappointed and timid Rogue suggested it.

“Fine by me.” Logan sounded very gruff indeed.

Rogue had to face the fact that nothing was gonna happen anymore, nothing that didn’t happen in “Dirty Dancing” anyway…

Logan turned the volume of the CD up and walked over to Rogue again, who told Logan about the scene. After listening to her and remembering the scene from the movie, he stood close behind her, his one hand lingering loosely on her waist while Rogue held her arm up high, on the opposite side.
The feeling of Logan standing so close to her was just too much to bear for her poor, broken heart. She could barely resist him, especially because he had given into her just a few moments ago. “I don’t get him; it just doesn’t make any sense!” she thought.

His hand trailed down her uplifted arm from her wrist right down to her armpit, just like in the movie. And just like in the movie–she didn’t have to act that bit–his hand trailing over her arm pit made her giggle, over and over again.

Logan didn’t have to act either, because just like in the movie, he didn’t laugh back at her and told her to focus and be serious. He was having problems enough focussing him self, all he wanted to do was let his tongue once more trail over the path it had just done and then continue its path over her stunning figure.

He wanted to rip her clothes off and show her how he felt about her, instead of totally suppressing his Wolverine-side for far-sought reasons that had something to do with her age and innocence…

Rogue tried to focus because she didn’t want to invoke Wolverine’s bad side, even after having totally lost all lust for practising. When she thought she heard him moan silently in her neck, she shivered and blamed it on her own imagination.

She gave it her best shot and practiced rolling from and into Logan’s arm horizontally, and the steps that went along with the rest of the dance. Then she had endured all she could take for one day and told Logan she wanted to quit.

“I already suspected you were losing focus,” he replied accusingly.

“Can you blame me after what you did?” Rogue’s eyes sparked with fury.

“Don’t know how that happened. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? What if I want it to happen again?”

“It ain’t gonna happen again, sorry kid. I’ll behave like a gentleman from now on.”

“But you’ve never been a gentleman! Why start now? Afraid my precious little soul can’t take your big bad attitude?” Rogue drawled and gestured wildly.

“Sorta…Yeah. And I am capable of behaving myself, thank you very much.”

“Oh yeah, you just showed that, didn’t ya? Licking up all the water I spilled right down to my breasts, isn’t what *I*call behaving yourself!” Rogue got angrier with every sorry excuse for an answer Logan gave and dared him to say something truthful, honest and passionate for once.

“I could have gone way faster and further, darlin’! DON’T provoke me, you will be sorry!” Logan’s facial expression was grim while he pointed his finger at her chest.

“I won’t be sorry, Logan! Get it through your thick, adamantium skull, will you?! And if it takes a dare to make you go faster and further, consider this a dare! Show me what you’re all about, I’m ready sugar! I have been all along, you just never noticed…”

Logan was dumbstruck; he didn’t know how to resist temptation when it was thrown into his lap this willingly. All the reasons he had thought up for not touching Rogue, seemed to have disappeared like snow before the sun.

She was gorgeous, ready and willing; and not only her words proved it. Her scent invaded his brain, shutting off the thinking parts and allowing Wolverine to take charge again. He didn’t want to think about what was right anymore, he just wanted to taste her and fill her with his growing desire.

There was, however, a little sense left in him and he used it to try and convince Rogue she wasn’t thinking clearly; that he wasn’t the one she wanted, “Marie, you should leave, right now…” His heart wasn’t in it and that made it sound terribly weak.

Despite her arousal, Rogue actually thought about his words for a while. Why did he want her to leave? Wasn’t he interested? She wanted him more than anything, even if it was just a one time fling. She didn’t care.

But it might jeopardize their play if something happened now, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to do this play with anyone else; Logan was a talented dancer, plus the chemistry between them worked magnificent!

“I think you might be right, Logan. Partially. Right now this isn’t a smart thing to do; I want to finish the play with you. But that is the only reason I’m leaving now.” Wanting to smash her head into the wall for making the decision to leave, Rogue gazed into Logan’s hazel eyes and tried to register his feelings. Was he disappointed at all?
She was, thinking about what might have happened…

Logan stared back into Rogue’s eyes, his eyes giving away his passion and disappointment. Disappointment for her decision as well as for his own stupid resolution of giving her the chance to think it through and leave.

But she had a point; if they wanted to finish the play, they couldn’t give in to these superficial feelings of lust, no matter how consuming they were…

Rogue left wondering whether she had made the right decision or was gonna regret this for the rest of her life, while Logan wondered the exact same thing, both haunted by unresolved sexual tension towards each other.

To be continued…

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Hungry Eyes
By Lady Guinevere

It’s been about a year since the burial of Jean, Scott and Xavier. Things have found their way at Xavier’s again with Storm as the new headmistress.
Logan took off shortly after killing Jean; he has been licking his wounds somewhere far from Xavier’s. Recently he has returned and seems his usual, gruff self again.
Rogue still hasn’t gotten her powers back and enjoyed her skin with Bobby for a while; right up until the moment she caught him enjoying Kitty’s skin as well…
To forget her misery she joined her fellow X-Men in their card-games and decided to put on a play, starring her self as the lead actress. Her feelings for Logan flamed up again the moment he returned and gave her a hug…

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Chapter 1: Victory?

“What did you just call your play?” Logan arched his eyebrow at Rogue.

He raised his voice because he thought for sure that he had heard the name of the play wrong.
He figured prancing around the stage, holding a skull and proclaiming: “To be, or not to be, that’s the question!” would have been slightly embarrassing, but nothing his masculinity couldn’t overcome in the end. This, however, sounded like a mud wrestling match…

“You heard me! It’s called “Dirty Dancing”. Never heard of it?” An innocent look accompanied Rogue’s words, trying to calm Logan down, or maybe her self. For inside she was tearing her self up with laughter; Logan’s reaction and the thought of Logan impersonating Johnny were worth millions.

Even if Logan chose not to hold up his end of the deal, this part was more fun already than she remembered ever having at his expense.

“I vaguely recall a movie sounding something like that, but I doubt it’s the one you mean…”
Logan sighed and shook his head. What the hell had he gotten him self into this time?

He couldn’t remember the last time he lost a bet. He couldn’t remember ever loosing a bet, let alone to a chick, for that matter. But he just couldn’t say no to Rogue’s puppy dog eyes and he hated feeling this weak.

“Tell you what,” Rogue slapped a bare hand on his arm, “Why don’t we watch the movie this week, so you can prepare yourself?”

Rogue was actually gloating when she heard Logan murmur something that sounded like a confirmation; she knew she had brought down a great man who rarely experienced defeat.

Who knew that she was this good at playing a card game she had never played before?
Maybe it had been pure luck, but the thrill of finding out that her cards were better than Logan’s, made her scream with enthusiasm. Especially when she realised that she won their bet! Logan was gonna star in her play, alongside her!

“I’ll make you a star, Logan!”

The thought of it still made Logan crumple; he had never before starred in a play and there was a reason for it: he never sought out to be in the spotlight, for the simple motivation that he felt he was being lurked at enough as it was already.

Nevertheless, he was a man of his word; he never ever broke a promise. Even if that promise meant having to star in a play, just to make Rogue happy. Or gloat. Whatever.

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Patrick Swayze’s moves were studied by Logan with interest and growing despair, who was scooting hiss butt closer to the TV, while Rogue lay next to him on her tummy. They were lying on Logan’s bed, and Rogue’s feet were wriggling up in the air as she swooned over the romance developing between Johnny and Baby, probably for the sixty-fifth time or so.

She could just imagine Logan and herself dancing the “dirty” dance, and who knew, maybe Logan would discover that she was an attractive woman as well. She glanced at him sneakily and grinned over the faces he made while he watched Johnny and Baby dance together in the staff dance quarters.

“That ain’t dancing! That’s dry humping!” A disturbed and indignant sounding Logan pointed at the TV, looked at Rogue, turned to the TV again and then his mouth fell open wide with surprise.

Rogue wanted him to dance like that? With her?

Instant sweat beads were formed and quickly trickled down his forehead into the neck of his shirt; he swept them away with the back of his hand. He felt suffocated by his shirt all at once and put his fingers behind the rim, pulling it away from his throat to allow the lump that was suddenly mysteriously stuck in his throat, to be swallowed.

“You don’t think you can do it, sugar?” Drawling, Rogue batted her eyelashes and gave Logan her most innocent smile, nudging her elbow playfully in his side.

His attitude gave his discomfort away, surprising Rogue somewhat. The tugging at his shirt, followed by a look which was both disturbed and bewildered, were the answers he sent to her question.

Logan realised that not being up to the challenge wasn’t behaviour worthy of Wolverine; he had never backed away from anything, especially when it involved women.

He regained his strength and tranquillity and answered; with a smouldering stare and a provocative voice: “Darlin’, I’ll make ya forget all about Johnny, and I promise ya, it’ll be hotter than your wildest dreams!”

Now it was Rogue’s turn to swallow away a lump in her throat that hadn’t been there before.
A blush crept up her cheeks when she pictured Logan and her dancing “dirty”: his hips grinding into her womanhood, his lips trailing down her neck and tasting every inch of her, his hands sliding over her body…

A soft moan escaped her lips; one which apparently was picked up by Logan’s hearing, causing him to arch his eyebrow in a questioning manner.

Rogue tried to cover up her moan, bit her under lip with regret and then blabbed out courageously: “You’re all talk, Logan. We’ll see about it!”

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Her nervously shuffling feet betrayed Rogue’s presence outside Logan’s door; though they did not give away it was her like the way her nervous, familiar and sweet smell did. Logan patiently awaited her knock before he told her she could come in.

“Come in!”

Rogue anxiously opened the door to Logan’s room; she wondered how her mind had deliberated that Logan would be the underdog in her play, since she felt like the victim right now. Practising “dry humping” with Logan, as he referred to it, (thanks for taking the pressure off it, Logan!) had caused her to be nervous as hell, all week long.

She didn’t want Logan to smell her nerves; therefore she tried to think about casual things with great despair, and pushed away the images in her mind that involved Logan and her in some sort of sensual position.

“Hey sugar, ready for some dancing?” Rogue asked Logan lightly.

“Sure thing, darlin’. Been watching the movie a couple of times and listening to the music you gave me. I think I might surprise you!”

Rogue felt like closing the door meant that she had nowhere to run from the dangerous and tempting world she was entering, but she had to keep her end of the deal, just like Logan was doing. No way was she gonna admit defeat! No matter how badly she felt like running, she kept on approaching Logan.

Tight, black jazz pants and a slim, green, spaghetti-top were chosen as her dancing outfit; hopefully enabling her to move easily.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road! Are you sure you wanna go through with it?”
Rogue added mentally: “Because I wanna get the hell of out of here!”

Smelling her fear, Logan knew Rogue was already acting. She expected him to back out, when he could clearly smell her fear and even a hint of arousal…

He hadn’t been quite sure about what to wear, so he put on his grey sweatpants and white tank top. He walked over to the CD-player and inserted the CD of “Dirty Dancing”.

He looked over his shoulder and grinned naughty at Rogue, “Where do you wanna start? Something slow first, to ease into it? Or maybe the more distant stuff, to get more familiar to my body first?”

He just knew the effect his words would have on Rogue, and he loved teasing her with it. Now he was the one to gloat as the scent of her anxiety and arousal penetrated his nostrils like the sweet smell of victory.

A blush flustered Rogue’s cheeks at Logan’s remark; if she didn’t know any better she thought he did it on purpose. Trying to keep her heart rate down, she spoke, “I just thought we’d do the private lessons first, then the rehearsal in the woods and water, followed by some dirty dancing, before the actual grand finale.”

“Fine by me, you’re the boss.”

The first sensuous tones of the song “Hungry eyes” filled the air, killing Rogue softly and making her wonder for her self again,” Why did I have to pick this particular play and why did I want Logan to do the lead?”

Finally not having to worry about her life-sucking skin was one thing, but seemingly she wasn’t in control over her mind and the desires of her body.

She whimpered silently when Logan approached her, sending her a smouldering stare that made her want to curl up and die at the spot.

“Ready, darlin’?”

“For your divine body? Never!” Almost slipping her lips these words would have been the most honest answer, but she wasn’t ready for the impact they might have…

”Guess so…Okay. Stand opposite me and raise your arms.”

Logan did as he was told, and Rogue tugged at his arms to put them in the correct position; the left hand up, holding hers, and the right hand resting gently on her back.
Even though she put his right hand on her back by her self, thus fully prepared for the impact it would have; it still sent a shock wave through her entire body. Triggering thousand of butterflies that had seemingly awaited this particular moment to roam free and cloud up her thoughts.

“Just fucking great…” Almost inaudible to the human ear; the words escaped her lips before she was aware of it, causing Logan’s eyebrow to cock at her.

“Something wrong?”

“No, sugar. It’s nothing. Let’s go on…”

Rogue tried to reassure Logan with a fake smile, but he didn’t buy it. Her scent was telling a whole different story again, a story that appealed more to Logan than dancing lessons.
But her flushed face stopped him from interrogating her, she was obviously troubled enough by her feelings for him.

“Just follow my feet with your own, okay?”

Sweat had begun to break out of all of Rogue’s pores already, but it wasn’t due to the dancing…

She had taken Logan for someone who was new to dancing, but as they took a few steps, Logan quickly took over the lead. Rogue was surprised to say the least; but when one was dancing with a man who didn’t even remember his past, the possibility that he had danced before, was likely of course.

“How…Why…Have you been hiding things from me, Logan?” Rogue’s stuttering question accompanied by her surprised stare couldn’t break Logan’s concentration.

He swayed her over his bedroom floor like he was a fairy tale prince who couldn’t stop dancing, and he loved the feeling! “Guess I was a pretty good dancer in my past…”

Talk about understating! Rogue didn’t know what hit her, but she loved the sensation of gliding around the floor in Logan’s strong arms, feeling light as a feather. The initial feeling of surprise was completely taken over by delight.

Suddenly the music stopped and it was like it broke the spell, Logan stopped dancing and grinned at an enchanted Rogue, “I wonder if I have any more latent talents I don’t know about yet…”

“I can think of a talent that I would like to know about…” Rogue murmured.

Realising too late that Logan undoubtedly heard that remark; her cheeks immediately demonstrated a bright and vibrant red and embarrassment made her let out another soft whisper, “Damn…”

A devilish smirk spread over Logan’s face; if he had any doubts in the past about Rogue’s feelings for him, it was now pretty clear to him what effect he had on her …

Begging eyes filled with hurt looked up to Logan.

Begging; because she didn’t want him to react verbally to her statement and embarrass her even more…?

Or begging; because she wanted him to show her that particular talent he just knew she was referring to…?

Logan decided he was better off not taking any chances here to prevent both of them from further embarrassment; even though he was positive she wanted him. He could smell it all over her; so much even it was getting harder for him to focus…

The tension was too much to bear for Rogue; “Hellooohooo! I’m hanging on the line here!” she thought, “I obviously gotta help him out here…”

“Please, Logan, forget I ever said that. No matter how embarrassing this is…”

Logan truly felt sorry for her; since she had led a life without her mutated skin, her hormones had taken over. Or so it seemed…

He suddenly felt an urge to hug her, strangely enough. Logan never hugged. Wolverine principally never hugged. He wanted to wallow in her luring, intoxicating smell. He wanted to loose him self in her desire and arousal for him, to become one with her scent…

But her innocent eyes still begged his feral, darkened eyes. Begged him; for what, he still didn’t understand…

With the greatest strain Logan tamed Wolverine with the promise that he would fulfil his longings another time, not just now. Lurking in the shadows, ready to jump his prey at the first chance he would get, Wolverine waited. Anxiously.

To be continued…

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