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ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in no_good_deed,
@ 2011-04-18 16:46:00

Entry tags:

rogue, wolverine

Who: Logan (open)
What: Heading to Marie's
When: about 3am
Where: Marie's apartment
Rating: TBD

With Marie working and him not being allowed to go back to the bar for a few days after kicking the shit out of a guy that wouldn't leave her alone Logan found himself wondering what to do. So he'd hit the town, went to a few other bars, stopped at the fights and made some cash. There happened to be a hot little brunette there that was all over him and after more than a few drinks he let her talk him into heading back to her place. He never took anyone back to Marie's that was just tacky and disrespectful.

After spending a few hours with the extremely limber woman he cleaned up, making sure any scent of her was gone, dressed and headed back to Marie's. The streets were relatively empty for the hour it was. Took him no time at all to end up at her place. Once he was parked he got out, cracking his neck in the process and headed up the stairs.

Everyone that lived in the building that had seen him gave him wary looks. Undoubtedly they couldn't figure out what an old, rough looking bastard like he was doing living with a sweet, young thing like Marie. As he trudged up the stairs he chuckled and shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts of what he'd like to be doing with her. That was just a route he couldn't let himself go.

Reaching the door he opened it and went inside as quietly as possible. There was a spare room, but he'd taken to sleeping on the couch. He shucked off his jacket and draped it on the chair before taking his shirt off. Sitting down he tugged his boots off and laid back on the sofa, his head resting on one of the throw pillows. Looking up at the ceiling he sighed, not really tired or sleepy, but thoughts going through his mind, ones he shouldn't be having.

In frustration he rubbed a hand over his fast briskly and growled lowly. Couldn't even blame it on the Wolverine this time, that side of him was dormant for now, as it had been since his little hunting expedition. No, this was all strictly Logan. Pinching his brow he spoke under his breath. "I'm a dirty, old sonuvabitch."

Moving his hands over his face again he threaded his fingers into his hair, arms folded behind his head and he licked his lips. He had hoped the little excursion with the broad would of helped abate these feelings and urges he'd been having. No such luck, it'd actually made them worse. Even now, he could hear her in her bedroom, breathing lightly, the soft rustle of sheets as she moved occasionally. From time to time she made soft little noises in her sleep that could range anywhere from cute to sexy.

When he couldn't take anymore of laying there listening he got up and crossed the living room. Opening the window he climbed out onto the fire escape and lit up a cigar. As he looked up at the night sky, hearing the minimal sounds around him he puffed on it and tried to relax.

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nosouthernbelle
2011-04-19 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Rogue had been alternating between sleep and being wide awake for the past four hours. Logan was lucky to arrive during a time in which she was actually sleeping; wakefulness seemed to be more the theme that night and when she did sleep is wasn't exactly peaceful. She was having dreams, nightmares about a life that had never been hers but felt like it was where she'd once belonged. For the past few days it had been with great intent that Rogue found extra hours to fill at work, or cleaning that really needed to be done before the bar could either open or close. Laundry needed washing, groceries had to be bought. She was avoiding Logan quite on purpose and she wondered if he'd noticed yet.

What happened just a few nights ago after leaving work was keeping her on edge all the time. It was a constant struggle between disgust and shame, and the need of an addict to want to feel that way again. She was afraid of this new ability of hers and wondered when or how it would effect her job, effect her relationship with Logan.

In memories clear as day, Rogue was the man she'd ultimately killed in that back alley. She was him when he first realized he had the power of suggestion. It was no simple magicians trick, this ability. All he had to do was say what he wanted done and it would happen. It wasn't just words, there had to be intent behind it. A soft-spoken command would be carried out without thought. His first time had been to his mother. He was thirteen and didn't want to go to school for fear of another bully attack. He demanded she turn the car around and bring him home. Without a word, she did. There were other times after that, and he realized the power he had. It made him feel a little less alone in life and a hell of a lot more in control.

One memory in particular woke her with a gasp for air and a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature. The man had been a monster - this she knew now - who liked children a little too much. He wasn't gay, as his friends often teased. He was a predator. Rogue, awake now, rolled over onto her side and pulled the covers up over her body to clutch them tightly beneath her chin. Was it worth it? Was that temporary and too quickly fleeing moment of sheer extacy and passion worth the risk of the terror she would see in new memories? It was hard not to wonder if this was what the call of the Phoenix hadn't been like for Jean. If it was anything close to those feelings there was little wonder Jean had given in to them.

Without really thinking about what she was doing, Rogue reached for her phone on the nightstand and dialed a familiar number. She cleared her throat so as to be able to speak when the call was answered, but then realized the time and quickly hung up. "Shit," she whispered, feeling bad for a moment. She shut the phone off completely and put it back on the nightstand a little harder than she intended to. With a quiet whine, not wanting to wake Logan up in case he'd found his way back and crashed on the couch by then, she pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to push away the new and powerful memories.

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ragin_canuck
2011-04-19 10:51 pm UTC (link)

He'd been lost in his own thoughts, trying to clear his head, while rolling the cigar back and forth between his lips. But that sound had snapped him out of it. Logan got up, rest his cigar on the edge of the windowsill, not wanting to stink up the house. Going down to her room he listened, her breathing said she wasn't asleep. Softly he knocked on the door. "Marie?"

Logan knew she didn't sleep naked and didn't bother to wait for an answer. He brushed the door opened and took a few steps inside. For a moment it was deja vu of a night so many years ago. Only he'd been the one in the bed and she'd been the one to creep into his room, worried because he was having a nightmare. To this day that effected him profoundly. Someone was worried about him, cared about him. As far back as he could remember, there had never been a single soul that had done that.

Marie had been acting strange, barely around him and when she was she left quickly. It wasn't until this moment he began to realize it felt as if she were avoiding him.

The closer he got he could pick up on a few things. The scent of perspiration, so she had either had a nightmare or.. well she hadn't made the noises necessary for it to be the other. Her heart was pounding and he could smell fear. Logan reached the foot of the bed and stopped, letting his hand rest over her calve, covered by the sheet and tilted his head.

"What's wrong darlin'?" His voice was smooth and gentle. The bed dipped as he sat on the corner of the bed. "Talk ta me Marie.. I can fix whatever it is." Logan tried not to notice how warm her leg was under his hand, even through the sheet, how toned the muscle was. But it did no good, it had already made him think about how tightly she could wrap those legs around him. Quickly he shook his head and felt like an asshole, here she was in turmoil and he was thinking about things he really shouldn't be.

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nosouthernbelle
2011-04-20 02:46 am UTC (link)

Damn it, she did wake him up. As her door opened, she buried her head further under the covers. It was a rather juvenile thing to do, but hiding felt like the best action to take for the time being. His touch, separated only by the thin sheet, was an instant comfort that had her feeling guilty all over again for avoiding him. Though she was older now, there was still a part of her that would always fear his reprove. If he knew what she'd done...but she couldn't tell him. He would make her stop. And that thought was more frightening than his disapproval. Soon enough the memories would just become as natural a part of her as her own were, as all the others, and she'd want that high again. There were so many powers, so many possibilities...

"Just had a nightmare," she said after a minute, feeling him sit. There was no trying to convince Logan she was asleep. His enhanced senses didn't allow for that type of thing. Most of the time it wasn't a big deal, she even envied him them for awhile. Right now they just irritated her. "Sorry if I woke ya." It was tempting to just stay buried and hope Logan would take her simple explanation and go. Except it was Logan, not a typical guy, at least not with her.

The covers were pulled down from her face in time to see him shake his head, and Rogue frowned. His facial features were half covered in shadow, half illuminated by the moonlight. What she could gauge from his expression was enough to make her wonder what he was thinking. She took a minute to trace the lines of his profile with her gaze, shapes and curves she was so well familiar with but never took the time before to really appreciate. Did he even know how handsome he was? If she asked, he'd probably just snort, growl, anything but accept the compliment. Knowing that made her smile to herself. Some things would never change.

"I got a confession to make." Her voice was quiet but she knew he'd hear her perfectly fine. "That night I came in to wake you up 'cause you were havin' a nightmare? Wasn't my first time in there." Why she was telling him this now was anyone's guess. It just felt like she needed him to know all the things she'd hidden from him when she was younger. Maybe that would make the things she was hiding from him now not so heavy. And just maybe it would be enough to distract him from her own nightmare. "The night before I couldn't sleep. I was actually pretty close to havin' a panic attack. New place, new people. I was just a little country girl who never left her parents more than seven hours a day for school. When I found you and you helped me, you became my only anchor." She pulled the covers down to her shoulders, a hand coming up to rake though her hair. "Anyway, I went to find you an' you were dreamin'. Tossin' an' turnin' an' I couldn't leave. So I slept in the chair in the corner of the room an' left before you woke up. When I went back the next night...well, you know what happened."

Her eyes lifted to the ceiling, feeling the heat rise in her face at the revelation. "Bobby hated you for a long time 'cause I wore your tags." She smirked, remembering. "Then he was afraid of you for awhile after Stryker's guys got into the mansion." She fell silent to allow the flood of memories of that night, her own, Bobby's, John's, to play out like a badly edited movie in fast forward though her mind. She could see things she hadn't noticed then, now. The way her own fists clenched when Logan popped his claws. Like she knew what it felt like, to brace for that quick shot of pain before the healing kicked in. It was Bobby who'd noticed it, and it scared him a little. After a moment Rogue mumbled, "I'm just ramblin'. Feel free to ignore me. I'll shut up so you can go back to sleep an' I'll try an' do the same."

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ragin_canuck
2011-04-22 03:12 pm UTC (link)

"Nightmare?" He knew a thing or two about those. From the state she was in he didn't doubt it for a moment. Logan shifted and moved up the bed ti sit beside her over the covers, no sense in making her nervous, even though her skin didn't bother him. "Wanna tell me about it?" He folded his arms over his chest. "You didn't, just got home a little bit ago, was havin' a smoke out on the fire escape."

He knew he should be getting the hell out of that room with the route his thoughts had been taking lately. But this was still Marie and he couldn't fathom the thought of leaving her alone when something was clearly bothering her. "Not one of mine was it?" He worried that maybe she still had some of his residual thoughts lingering around her head. They shared a lot, but he didn't want that particular link between them. His nightmares shouldn't be a burden on anyone else.

When she said that his brow cocked and he tilted his head. Then she began in on her little tale and a smile slightly curled at the corners of his mouth. "Wondered why my shirt smelled like you." He chuckled slightly. "Even though you were just a kid back then, I think Jean was a little jealous of ya. Because of the bond between us." Which made no sense to him considering all she did was string him along. She never would of left Scott for him and he knew that. Logan just made her feel like she was taking that forbidden walk on the wild side by entertaining his attraction towards her.

Well, if Marie wasn't in the most sharing of moods tonight. He just cocked his head and watched her as she spoke. "You wear 'em just ta piss him off and make him jealous?" Some girls liked a man to get jealous, made them feel more desirable. Logan liked the thought of her wearing those tags while with that boy, it was like his territory was marked without him even being there.

"Don't wanna ignore ya. Wouldn't hurt for ya ta open up more like this. Sometimes I can't figure you out Marie. It's nice to have some insight for a change. I can't read minds ya know."

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nosouthernbelle
2011-04-26 02:11 am UTC (link)

"I've never been the type of girl to open up, Logan. You know that. I like hidin' behind my walls." Except with him. It was always so easy with him, to be honest, to not have to pretend. With the exception of the day they met, there hadn't been a time she could recall when she'd had to try and lie or be someone or something she wasn't around Logan. Before she knew what she was it had been different. She'd spill her story to anyone who would listen and not shut up until someone went and told her to do so. Rogue used to be the girl who giggled and blushed. She liked to gossip and wonder about what boys thought of her. She was so far from that now, it was like her true childhood had belonged to someone else completely. At the moment, she didn't wonder if it didn't.

She smirked, rolling on to her back and pulling the covers down enough to let the top half of her free. She wore a tank top and reminded herself to keep her hands from roaming. Not that they would. Her brow winkled slightly and Rogue wondered why she'd even had that thought at all. Giving herself a mental shake, she tried to focus on their conversation. "I'm glad you can't read minds." Especially right now, apparently. That was a "no go" zone and she knew that. Nothing could ever be between them because he'd always see her as a kid. Even if that changed, it wasn't though she could really do anything in terms of a relationship.

Thinking back to the tags, she shook her head. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling as she remembered. "No. He thought I did, but I wore 'em because I knew it meant you were comin' back. That was a real promise, somethin' I knew I could believe in. Every other promise that was made to me back then was nothin' but lies." She didn't bother to hide the bitterness in her voice, though she wasn't entirely certain all the cynicism was hers alone. "Made me feel connected to you. Like you really cared about me."

The revelation about Jean had her raising an eyebrow and finally looking up at Logan. "What? Jean jealous of me?" That was hard to believe. "Jean was everythin' I wasn't. Poised, intelligent, quick, tall, thin, and gorgeous." Rogue was just an awkward teenager with a crush. "She could've had you. I knew you loved her. We all did. It was her that made the wrong choice." Another thing she'd never understand. Rogue had great respect for Scott, but if it had been her trying to decide between him or Logan. There would be no contest. "She was everythin' I wanted to be. Still feel that way sometimes." She went quiet for a moment, thinking about the day she'd gone out to the memorial stones and the feelings that had come upon her so fast and so violently strong. They'd all been Logan's feelings. When she ran her hands over Jean's stone, Rogue knew then how much he'd loved Jean from the very first moment. And it broke her heart. "You deserve a happy ever after."

Absently she took a small clump of her hair and began twisting it into a braid. He wanted to know about the nightmare, and she wanted to tell him. At the same time, somehow she had to figure out how to spin it into a half truth. So she worried her bottom lip briefly, quickly coming up with a story that was two truths pieced together. "One of the mutants that attacked the mansion...he wasn't exactly a saint. Liked little kids a little too much, if ya know what I mean. He happened to be one of the lucky ones I touched that night." She lifted a hand to look at the outline of her fingers in the darkness. So many people took their ability to touch others for granted. It just didn't seem right. "He deserved what he got."

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ragin_canuck
2011-05-02 05:01 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, but you also don't need them walls with me. And you know that." Something was wrong with her and she wasn't letting him in, that worried him a little. "You know I'm not gonna judge ya, the last person that ever would." He scooted up, sitting right by her side and looked at her. She might not see it, but she still held such an innocence and goodness in her that he'd never seen in anyone else. But yet, her eyes told stories that weren't her own, held secrets that she shouldn't know.

He smirked and shook his head. "Ya don't know what I'd give to take a just a couple seconds of a stroll through that head of yers right now." That was where she was wrong, he didn't see her as a kid. No, during their time apart, she had flourished and matured into a beautiful, capable woman. He was glad he hadn't watched the transformation because it'd make him feel even dirtier about the thoughts he'd been thinking. Damn was he glad she couldn't peek into his mind. But even if she could, Logan trusted her to know that she wouldn't.

Logan couldn't help but chuckle. "Aw come on now, the way you reacted when I walked in that door and him freezin' my hand. A little bit of it was to make him jealous." He winked at her. "Jealousy can make a man do stupid things." He looked at her. "Even if ya can't touch Marie, you could make a man jealous. Hell, ya can have 'em eatin' outta the palm of yer hand." With a smile he shook his head. "Because I did care about ya Marie, I always will. You mean more ta me than you will ever know darlin'."

Logan nodded, Jean had been all those things, it was true. "But you got me, something she never did. Think she was a little envious over the fact you could and did let yourself love me, and she couldn't." One thing he never did was remember her as the Phoenix, because that wasn't her, not by a long shot. "No.. don't ever want ta be her Marie." Logan was looking at his lap and then he glanced at her, his gaze softened. "You're beautiful, just the way you are. I think yer perfect and I wouldn't change a damn thing about ya."

He and Jean had their moment, her very last one before he ended her as she requested. That moment had changed him and he would never be the same. But he also knew in that final moment of hers, it wasn't him she was thinking about. It was Scott. His heart had crushed when that revelation hit him and he was left with nothing but her lifeless body in his arms, of the woman that had never loved him. He'd left his love for her on that island and didn't look back. "Good thing I'm gonna live a long time then." The smile he gave her was a sad one.

Logan listened to her once more, but something wasn't clicking and he could tell. it was the last thing she said that struck him in a bad way. "Careful there, startin' ta sound like me."

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nosouthernbelle
2011-05-03 07:31 pm UTC (link)

"They ain't just for me," she said quietly. The walls, keeping people away was as much for other people's protection as it was for self preservation. The less she let people in the better their chances of getting away from her unscathed, whether it be physically or emotionally. Rogue believed she ruined everything she touched. It was just a matter of time. She let her hand drop and looked up at Logan once more. Other than Bobby, which had been a completely different story, no one had wanted to be this close to her. No had ever pursued her like this. And even if it wasn't the romantic way every girl dreamed of, it felt good to know there was a man who cared about her the way Logan did. "It's been a long time since I had someone to open up to. I got used to keepin' everythin' in check an' givin' as little of myself as I could get away with. Think I just gotta learn how to be around you again. You offer freedom an'...freedom scares me."

She couldn't help but snicker at his comment and it felt good to smile. "Trust me, that's the last place you wanna be." He'd be able to read her blush, the way her pulse quickened even slightly, and the fact that there was no way to hide it made it even worse. She hid a nervous laugh behind her hands, thankful if he pressed her that she could play it off as thinking about Remy or even make up someone else who'd been the object of affection for another person in her head. As her hands fell back to the covers, her smile stayed in place. "Okay, maybe I wanted to make him a little jealous. I was kinda hopin' you'd be jealous of him, too. I know...long shot." She wouldn't lie, it felt kinda nice to see Bobby get all worked up around Logan. It let her know he really did like her.

She knew she could drive a man crazy, more than any woman she knew because touching was not in the game. Working where she did for so long, she became pretty skilled in the ways of working a man up, manipulating and teasing. Touching hadn't been an issue then, but she'd still acted as though it were for a good long while. She wasn't called a tease back home for nothing. Still, her smile faltered slightly. "Thanks, Logan. I know openin' up ain't really your thing either. It's why I appreciate you bein' here. I don't think I've ever really felt closer to anyone."

Sometimes it felt like Rogue was more alone than anyone else on earth, and she'd usually think of Logan in those times. She'd been able to feel his feelings, know he felt that way too, far more times than Rogue had felt herself. And even when they'd been so far apart, it helped her feel a little bit less alone. No one ever got her the way Logan did, either. Theirs was a unique relationship and she loved knowing no matter who came into his life, her place in it would always be assured. "Perfect, huh? Nobody's ever said that about me unless they were drunk or tryin' to get laid." She raised an eyebrow playfully.

His sad smile at her had her instinctively reaching for his hand, but stopping halfway there. "I'll always be here, Logan. I know it ain't the same, but..." She trailed off fighting the wave of self-hatred that washed over her at not being able to just hold Logan's hand for comfort. Yeah, they could touch for a few seconds but she wanted more. She looked down, frustrated. After a moment she asked, "Did you see any cars outside?" Her downstairs neighbor was often gone overnight for work and she wondered if she was home now.

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ragin_canuck
2011-05-05 12:53 am UTC (link)

Logan looked at her, studying her features in the dimness of the room. Marie really had no idea how beautiful she was. And right now he felt like she was the only person he held any allegiance with and owed anything to. When she talked about her walls he shook his head and shifted, slipping his arm around her so she was laying on it and pulled her closer to him. "Well, I am gonna start breakin' them walls down right now. Freedom ain't nothin' ta be afraid of, need ta reach fer it and grab it with both hands then fight tooth and nail ta keep it"

Chuckling he shook his head and tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear. "Trust me darlin, it ain't the last place I'd wanna be." He gave her a wink and leaned his head back tucking her head against his shoulder. He was glad he had taken a shower, last thing he wanted was her smelling some girl on him. It would be a slap in the face about her powers and what she couldn't do. "Well, I guess I did get a little jealous on some level. I was always the one you went to felt a little replaced."

Leaning back on the headb oard he got a little comfortable, no intentions on moving tonight. "Well, ta me you are perfect. Who else woulda treated me like a stray, accepted me and loved me like you did?" Logan knew the answer to that all too well. Nobody.

He raised a brow at her sudden change and shook his head. "No, there's nothin' out there. Trust me." Sneaking up on him wasn't something that was easy to do.

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nosouthernbelle
2011-05-05 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Logan's movement had Rogue adjusting under the covers to keep the sheet between them where it needed to be and her hair doing a good portion of covering the most dangerous areas. If she was going to lay there she was going to stay there for awhile. He wanted to tear down her walls and if anyone could do it, it would be Logan. Yet despite the tenderness she felt for him, for him to want to be that much closer to her, Rogue could already feel the mental defenses rising. It's for his own good. You'll only hurt him if you let him in. Then you'll lose him just like you've lost everyone else. She snuggled closer to him, managing a returning smile to his wink. He wanted into her mind and she wanted out of it. Oh, the irony.

"I wasn't tryin' to replace you," she assured. "I just knew you'd always be outta my reach. Bobby was the first person my age who ever paid me any real attention, made it a point to get to now me. John liked to flirt with me, Kitty and Jubes were always cordial enough to me, but Bobby was the one who made me feel like I might actually belong there. Everyone else...just kinda felt like they were just shy of bein' afraid of me. Course then the whole thing with me drainin' you happened and people never looked at me right again." She wasn't hurt by it anymore. Getting older gave her perspective, and she knew if she'd been one of the other kids there would have been fear in her. It wasn't their fault, it was just human nature. You fear what you don't understand. Everyone heard it all the time in the mutant community. It was just rare for a mutant to realize it happened even among their own kind.

She thought back to the night they'd met. She was on the run, going everywhere and nowhere. How she ended up in that bar was anyone's guess, especially since it was so far from home. When she left her parents she had given no real thought as to where she wanted to end up. She just knew she had to get away so as not to hurt them. If she believed in God, maybe Rogue could have believed she'd been led there by divine providence. All she knew was there was something about Logan that made her feel connected. Even before she knew what or who he was. She'd tried to protect him from the first when that man came out with a shotgun. She knew she hadn't saved his life or anything, but that was the moment something began. "I think it's because we're so much alike. I couldn't help but fall for you when you gave me a ride, but it was more to it than that. You represented strength and independence. And fearlessness. I wanted to be those things."

So they were alone then, huh? As much as she wanted to stay right where she was, fall asleep there, there was something she needed to share with Logan. "Okay, will you humor me for a sec?" She got up without his answer, knowing he would. Leaving the bedroom, she crossed the hall into the spare room that still housed unpacked boxes, a desk, and full keyboard. It wasn't her baby grand sitting in wait back home or the beautiful black grand at the mansion, but it would do. She pulled a chair up and sat down before it. "Couple years ago I started writin' songs. It helped me get stuff out when I needed to, especially since I had no one to talk to. Course then music started effectin' me differently. Every song I wrote, every one I heard on the radio reminded me of someone or some memory linked to another person from my past."

She licked her lips and looked down at the black and white keys. "There's a song that came out a couple months back. I don't know how you feel about country music..." She gave a little nervous laugh. "But every time I heard it I thought of you. An' I wasn't even gonna tell you this because it's...I don't know. I just wasn't. But I feel like you need to hear it now." She didn't sing in front of anyone. Playing was one thing, singing was another. When Bobby walked in on her at the mansion, the only reason she hadn't died of embarrassment was because she'd had a fair amount of wine in her. Still, this was something she felt like she had to do. Right now. So Rogue lifted her hands and began to play, singing him I Won't Let Go by Rascal Flatts.

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ragin_canuck
2011-05-05 06:52 pm UTC (link)

Watching the way she moved and adjusted everything he couldn't help but smile. "Ya know, ya don't have ta protect me. It's adorable that ya do though." Damn if she hadn't grown up and filled out on him. It didn't escape him how that t-shirt clung to her, showing off the shapes and curves of her torso and chest. A very ample chest. Fuck.. stop looking. Logan knew it wasn't noticeable, after all he knew how to watch someone without being detected. He wanted it to feel wrong, to look at her like that, but it didn't. That was when he knew he was in a shitload of trouble.

That made his brow shoot up. "Outta yer reach? Darlin', ya couldn't be more wrong. Just happened ta be at the time you were a kid, and I was more concerned with my past than I was anything else. Including Jean. I may of been glad ta see her, but it wasn't her I came back to that school fer. Came back there a girl that believe in me, saw a hero when all I felt like was a monster. So bein' outta yer reach, that was never the factor. Fact is I couldn't watch ya grow up." Logan snorted. "That's bullshit. Everyone there has something that could be potentially dangerous fer anyone else. It was wrong of them ta single ya out just because they witnessed something. That ain't how things are suppose ta work."

If he was a blushing man, he would of turned beat red at her omission. "Fall fer me huh?" He cast a sideways glance at her and smiled. Her love was an honest one, without conditions and stipulations, no games. There would be no competition with someone else for her heart, that was one thing he knew. Maybe that was what scared the hell out of him. But then she was getting out of bed and he raised a brow.

Logan heard some noises and wondered just what the hell she was up to but he didn't move. Then she started talking and he got up, leaning in the doorway as she spoke. Logan was surprised, girl went and got talented on him. But he was even more shocked by the fact she thought of him when she heard a song. He wasn't really sure what he expected but stood there, arms crossed over his chest, leaning in the doorway and watched her from behind as she played. Then her voice joined and he smiled softly, listening to the words.

Wasn't often that Logan was moved, or touched in an emotional capacity. Usually it took something drastic to effect him at all. But right now, she had him completely screwed up in a way he wasn't sure he had ever been. Tears didn't fall, but he did feel them burning his eyes. When she finished he didn't move, didn't speak, just letting the moment dwindle on. I'm in trouble. Truth was he couldn't find his voice. Silently he padded across the room and stopped behind her. Without a word he slipped an arm around her back, the other under her knees and scooped her up, carrying her back to her room.

He laid her down on the bed and sat so he was facing her, right beside her. His voice was soft, well as soft as he could make it. "I could never be out of your reach." His jaw clenched a moment, he knew what he wanted to do right then and there. And him holding back had nothing to do with her skin. Logan growled softly and licked his lips. "Darlin', you make me wanna do things ta you that would scare the hell out of ya."

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nosouthernbelle
2011-05-06 05:23 pm UTC (link)

As she'd played she'd fallen into the song, the pressure on the keys, and was almost glad Logan hadn't come around to where she could see his face. When she finished, Rogue let her hands rest in her lap and she looked at the keyboard. He made no sound behind her and she stayed silent herself. Those interminable moments of silence were like torture for her. What was he thinking? Did he finally come to his senses about being there with this overly female way of showing how much she cared about him? Was he trying to find a polite way of telling her it pretty much sucked? She could have screamed, the silence was so loud. But just as she was gathering the courage to turn around she was being lifted from the chair and carried back into the bedroom like some scene from a movie.

Her head on the pillow, Rogue looked up at Logan with an unreadable expression. His quiet words made the edges of her lips turn up just slightly. His next admission had her blinking, her small smile frozen on her face. Well that certainly was not the reaction she'd been expecting. It excited and frightened her at the same time, and made her sit up so their bodies were close enough to touch. Unable to come up with a response to that, she thought about what he'd said earlier. "I do have to protect you," she whispered, reaching up to place an airy touch on the side of his face, looking at the stubble on his cheeks, looking at his lips before pulling her hand away. "You're just about the only good thing goin' in my life right now an' if I somehow lose that...Logan, I don't know what I'd do."

It scared her to think about him leaving because she knew he was going to be the one to save her. With every fiber of her being she knew it. When he was around she was herself. She was Marie. She had emotional ties strong enough to keep her there and present. Without him there was nothing to ground her and she was a mess. A carefully hidden mess, but a mess all the same. No telepath would be able to save her from herself. She was sure of it.

"By fallin' I mean I had a huge crush on ya." She looked down briefly, amused at the memory of herself obviously crushing hard on Logan. By the time she'd left to get the cure, those feelings had been pushed aside, relabeled as love of a friend and a mentor. Because she'd told herself she could never have more than that with him. So many years had passed between then and now, and somewhere in the small space of time they'd been reunited those original feelings had resurfaced, changed and matured into something much deeper. "Now..." She looked up finally, searching his shadowed expression. "Now it's so much more than that."

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ragin_canuck
2011-05-06 06:39 pm UTC (link)

His brow raised and he shook his head. "No, ya don't. That ain't how this system has ever worked. I protect you, not the other way around, it's worked just fine that way so far so let's keep it that way." Logan offered her a smile and winked at her. "I ain't goin' nowhere, not this time. An' if I did you can bet your ass I'm comin' back as fast as I can."

Things turned rather quickly, the whole setting changed yet stayed the same. "I'm not gonna run off and leave ya because of yer skin. Hell, I'll find a way around that if I have ta. Now, you gotta stop shyin' away from me. Ya don't scare me Marie. Touchin' ya don't scare me, so stop it. Yer not a little girl anymore, it's time to face this head on instead of build walls to hide behind. If I didn't love ya I wouldn't say that to ya."

He let his eyes move over her and licked his lips. "An' ya know, sometimes it ain't you that's gotta be covered up. You wanna wear a little less around the house, I damn sure won't complain. And until you get relaxed, I'll be careful." He gave her a lopsided grin. "Think I just gave you a little more incentive to learn control, don't ya think?" Not that it mattered to him, like he said, there were ways around it.

Logan couldn't resist and leaned down over her, his lips a breath away from hers as he looked into her eyes. "What is it Marie.. tell me." His hand caressed her side over the fabric of her shirt. God was his mind racing.

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nosouthernbelle
2011-05-07 03:45 am UTC (link)

"Don't you remember that day we met? I did a little protectin' myself. I was the one who screamed at ya when that idiot raised a shot gun to the back of your head." He didn't need to tell her he would have known or maybe already knew it was coming. She was just trying to make a point. "An' that night when Stryker's boys came bustin' in...Bobby an' John wanted to leave ya there an' we all know that would'a ended well if I hadn't'a made them come back with me to get you." Maybe that was a stretch, but again, she was going for a point here. So Maybe Rogue only had two to his ten times of protecting her, but he didn't know about some of the things people said about him when he wasn't around. Things she'd argued hotly with people over and came close to grabbing with her bare hands just to shut them up. She was more the quiet defense while Logan was, well, Logan.

"I know you wouldn't leave because of that." Her throat was dry, feeling like she was lying to him just by omitting information. "What if I ain't the person you want me to be when the walls come down? What if you don't like what you find out?" She couldn't blame anyone else. In that moment when she had her hands on that stranger's face she was completely in control. She didn't stop herself because it felt too good to let go of. "If that's your version of tough love, I think I got off easy."

She watched him look her over and felt her pulse quicken. He'd never looked at her like that before. She couldn't help but chuckle at his comment. "Sure, I'll walk around like a big ol' tease. That'll do us both a lot of good." His own reaction to his suggestion made her grin in return. She'd always loved that crooked smile of his. It was one that was rare but genuine. "Sugar, you've given me more incentive in these past five seconds than I've had my entire life."

He drew closer and Rogue couldn't help but think he wasn't playing fair. It was like food before s starving man. He knew what she felt, he had to. But he was telling her to say it. She took in a shuddering breath and whispered, "I love you," before closing the space between them and kissing him the way she'd wanted to since the day they'd met.

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ragin_canuck
2011-05-07 04:25 pm UTC (link)

He had to roll his eyes a little playfully at her. "Yeah, but had he shot me I wouldn't of died." Of course things would of gone drastically different. "Knew I always hated them two, cowards." but not Marie, the girl had more balls than most men he knew, probably what pissed them off and intimidated them more than her skin.

His brow arched at her. "Yet you still worry about it." Logan knew her, she was afraid her limits would drive people away so she didn't get close. Him, he was just afraid to get close, period. "I know you. I know exactly who you are Marie. I've been inside of you in ways any man you've had sex with will never get the privilege to know. I'm part of you, just as much as you are part of me." There were things she didn't know about him as well, things so deeply buried behind walls he'd built that he doubted even Xavier could of gotten to. "If I can look myself in the mirror every day, I shouldn't have any problem with waking up to you."

There it was, her pulse quickened, her heart was racing and was that.. one sniff confirmed arousal. "I don't see it as a tease, I see it as you having some freedom. I'm a man darlin', I can handle you bein' naked without losing it or going crazy." Logan had an imagination anyway, she could be covered and his mind would wander. His brow raised a little. "Sugar huh? Think I like it."

Those words, ones he'd never heard with any conviction or sincerity behind them, directed at him. But now he had. Then her lips were on his and he growled, his fingers went right for her hips, coiling around the material of her pants and he hoisted her up against him with a little more force than he'd intended as his arms wrapped around her, holding her to him. One hand crept into her hair, tangling in those long mahogany locks and he growled against her lips before he pulled back, out of breath, just before the connection opened but he didn't let her go.

"'bout fuckin' time ya told me." He winked at her, not letting her go. Logan wasn't a man of words, he figured actions spoke much louder. Feeling her warm body against his, held so close it wouldn't be any mystery how she effected him and he wasn't shy about it. He tilted his head and nipped her earlobe, tugging it with his teeth as he whispered in her ear. "You smell.. intoxicating." The scent of her arousal in the air nearly had him feeling high and he wondered if she'd misinterpret what he meant.

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nosouthernbelle
2011-05-10 03:04 pm UTC (link)

She grinned, feeling giddy and lighter than she had for a few days now. "What do you mean about time?" she asked playfully, pulling back just enough to be able to look Logan in the eyes. "You sayin' you knew before I did?" The acceptance of her feelings for him, being bale to say it out loud and not fear rejection was amazingly freeing. She felt like a weight that she didn't even realize had been there was lifted from her shoulders. He looked different to her now, like she could finally see him through the red tape she'd always had around him. Seeing and feeling how he responded to her had her laughing huskily. This was definitely a side of him she never thought she'd see.

Rogue raked her hand through his hair, unable to stop smiling. In this moment it felt like everything she'd been worrying about was so far away that it didn't even belong to her. "Tell me this isn't a dream," she said at last. "Tell me I'm really awake, that it ain't someone else's memory I'm in an' that it's really me here with you." She needed that assurance. "I got all the freedom I need right now."

She started to pull back, to make sure this contact didn't last too long, but stopped herself halfway there. Logan knew what it felt like when there was too much contact. He knew better than anyone and she knew it was time to start trusting him a little bit more. He would know when it was too much, even more so than she did. Though she didn't move away from him she did remove her arms from around his neck. The idea of waking up to him was almost too normal sounding to take and she shook her head, trying to be humorous. "Well, I am better lookin' than you." He was right though. She knew it deep down. He knew her so much better than anyone, her own parents included. Even Bobby to a certain extent. And she'd shared a lot with Bobby.

"Course I worry about it." She frowned, looking away toward the window. As much as she knew Logan was going to be the one who would help her get a grip on all that she was and was quickly becoming, she knew she had to be careful not to put him in the position of savior. That was a lot of pressure to put on someone and it would undoubtedly effect their relationship with one another. When she finally looked back at him, she made herself smile. "But I don't wanna think about that anymore tonight. I just wanna savor this."

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