Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-04 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna marie (rogue), logan howlett (wolverine) |
Must be nice to visit again, ain’t it
Who: Logan and Rogue
What: They end up at a cabin in the south, there's hunting, and other things.
When: Mid-august
where: an old cabin
Rating: PG-13 with a swerve to R at the end
Rogues to do list to be considered Southern was getting longer. She'd spent the day trying to recover from Kitty’s commentary, forever grateful Laura hadn't jumped in on it, now she was in the apartment over the restaurant. Heels kicked up as she tried to ignore the nagging questions in her head.
She was being typical southern girl though and was drinking sweet tea. This heat was perfect for it. She didn't know what she was missing. Maybe he'd tell her the rest, but it was fun to try to figure out. Even if there were lingering questions she wanted to ignore.
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Certain things Laura was not going to jump in on, and it was her dad’s flirting with all the women he was flirting with, the man-slut. It was bad enough how often Aria was over. There were things that she never wanted to know about her father.
“Hey darlin.” Logan let himself in, hanging his hat up on the wall.
Rogue had enough people teasing her. She didn't need anyone else. Kitty was enough for a crowd. “Hello, sugah.” She finished off her glass and set it aside. “Come to tease me about not being southern enough?” She said, laughing though. It was amusing.
“Yep. Figure we can check off some of that to-do list you were talkin’ about.” He grinned at her, leaning back on the counter and giving her a considering look.
She stretched then pushed out of her chair. “What are we checkin off? Are shorts appropriate or did I need something else?” Because it was warm, she was in shorts and a tank top. Eyes narrowed just a touch trying to read his look and figure out what he was up to.
“Are they cut off jean shorts? Otherwise they don’t count.” He flashed his teeth at her.
She gave him a lopsided grin. “Who do you think I am?”
“A short aficionado?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “You're ridiculous.”
He just grinned up at her, and wondered if she’d actually gotten the pun. After all, he was pretty short too. “You ready to go?”
Short jokes went right over her head, ha! She got it and he was still ridiculous. “Yeah. I'm ready.” For what, she had no idea.
Logan grabbed his hat, after stealing one of her beers, then headed down the stairs. “This is gonna be fun.”
She locked the door behind them, following. “You worry me when you say that in that tone of voice.”
“Why darlin’, whatever do you mean?” Logan glanced behind him, his expression inscrutable. “I take offense.”
“Sugah, I trust ya with mah life but you've been teasing me for days.” She reached out to poke him lightly.
“Still don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
He was going to keep teasing her for as long as humanly possible, which was the rest of his life, and hers. And possibly any of her children’s.
She rolled her eyes, tucking the keys into a pocket and shaking her head. “Aight then.” He was a brat.
He was a brat, but most people didn’t seem to mind it. “So at least you can ride a horse now… you got the right look. What else we missin’. Fishing?”
She only minded when she was wallowing in self pity. “I can fish and hunt for crawdads. Never went hunting though. Or four wheelers, didn't have them. Umm we can write off all the girlie stuff, too”
“We can go hunting on four wheelers,” Logan pointed out. “Ever do that… catfish grabbing thing? With your bare hands an’ using your thumbs for bait”
Rogue blinked then shook her head. “Nope, ain't done that.” She'd seen it, just never tried herself.
“We can take the Blackbird down south,” Logan suggested, like this was actually some kind of good idea instead of something awful just waiting to happen. “Or maybe I just wanna get you all wet.”
Something awful, probably, but in that wonderful memory making kind of way. It got her out of work. “We could, that'd be fun.” Then a smirk. “Ain't gotta fly south for that.” She shook her head, still smirking.
“Don’t think they got big enough catfish for that around here,” Logan pointed out. “Besides, the Blackbird is comfy.”
“Well then let's go.” Because why not? She brushed her hair out of her eyes. “We should get on this, faster we go the sooner I get wet.” She snickered.
Logan waited a moment, then slid an arm around her waist for a sort of half-hug. “Lucky for you darlin’, it’s already waiting!”
She leaned into the half hug, eyes closing a bit before smirking. “You knew I'd just go along with this didn't you?”
“Nah, i was gonna kidnap you.” His hair started to blow, then the Blackbird decloaked above them.
Rogue tilted her head and laughed, really laughed. “Of course you were”
“Is it kidnappin’ if you’re volunteering?” Logan asked. It was a philosophical question, and he made airs about it, before leading her onto the Blackbird. “Pick a destination, why don’t you fly us?”
Rogue grinned rather wickedly. “That depends.” She teased about the kidnapping, but really she was a willing cohort. “Louisiana?” She moved to slid into the seat. Thank God for dreams it was like coming home. “Though the skies the limit”
“Surprise me, sweetheart.” Logan took the seat next to her, reclining it and kicking his feet onto the console. Somewhere, Scott Summers was having a cow. Perfect.
Rogue laughed softly as she punched in a course. She'd had a hard time deciding on sticking to Louisiana or changing gears. In the end she decided on rural Georgia instead, she knew a nice little town where they could go hunting or fishing or whatever.
Logan relaxed, Trusting Rogue to get them there without dying. And even if they died, he came back, and in a pinch she could suck him and heal up any injuries of her own. “Been tryin’ to do more than work, lately?”
She had enough knowledge to get them there without dying, though she'd steal from him very quickly of it looks like trouble. Rogue liked being alive, after all. “Not really no?” she said with a shrug. “Kitty has the kids here and we know how hermity I am, people in the house is weird now and so I’ve been spending time at the apartment over the cafe.”
“Having kids suddenly show up in your life is a pain in the ass.” Says the man with dozens of kids literal and figurative. He was experienced in this sort of thing.
“Ain't arguing that.” She shrugged a bit. “I'm used to silence now this, is a bit of an adjustment” she shrugged again as she enjoyed flying. It was rather pleasant.
“Think they’ll stay around? Or will Kitty try to find a place on her own.” Logan wasn’t sure what Kitty’s life situation even was right now. He hadn't been keeping tabs on everyone like he usually did. It was something he needed to change. Starting with Rogue, at least.
She shrugged. “I told her they could stay at the house. I ain't going to use half the rooms. Might as well let someone use em.” Rogue was the easiest to keep tabs on. Was she at work? Yes. Did she ever go home? On occasion. And the rare off day when she went to a bar and got into a brawl.
Logan wasn’t sure that would be enough, but he knew better than most how it felt to not have a reliable roof over one’s head. And how it felt like to have a place of your own. But then sometimes he missed it when it was all of them. So he shrugged. “We there yet?”
It probably wasn't but rogue was not the best at sorting it all out. She woke up, on occasion, with s leftover longing for the feel of everyone around. “Almost jeez.” She moved a foot twisting enough, and kicked him lightly.
“We there yet?” He repeated, turning his head and giving her the kind of grin that was usually infuriating. Maybe he’d spent too much time with the cajun, on occasion.
Rogue’s face flickered between amused and wistful. “What are you, five?” The corner of her eye crinkled as she decided on how to stop him from repeating that over and over again.
“And a half.” He laughed, dropping his feet from the dash. He actually couldn’t wait to get out of the plane. It was starting to cramp him.
Rogue rolled her eyes at him before focusing on landing in the field near her favorite hideaway here. It was a nice forested area with a field that was unused, tucked into the tree line was a wood cabin with a river behind that that looked good for fishing. She stretched and smiled a bit.
“This is a good place.” Logan got out of the chair, and lowered the ramp. He could smell nature even before he did so, and it put his head into a good space. He didn’t really care so much for the to go list. It was more of an excuse to spend time with a friend. And tease her.
“It's a cousins place, but they never come up.” She relaxed a little, visibly so, being away from things was really good for the soul. For a moment nothing mattered, she could go back to her roots without fretting. “Used to come over a year to visit before I left home”
He put his hand on her back, and then hugged her one-armed. “Must be nice to visit again, ain’t it.”
She leaned against him a bit and grunted at him. “Something like that yes.” She looked around quietly. “The quiet is nice”’
“Just miss the quiet? Or any of the people.” Rogue had never been talkative of her past in any of the lifetimes Logan had known her. He got that and understood it. But sometimes it didn’t hurt to talk.
Rogue was pretty tight lipped about her past, it was habit. “Mostly the quiet.” she pushed her hair back and let out a breath. “can't ever get that back,” She paused for a moment before gracing him with a little bit of her history. “Hard to imagine a girl who grew up working the fields and horses now lives in a city and cooks for a living. My family can drop off a cliff, though.”
With the people in her head, Logan couldn’t blame her for missing the quiet. Cities weren’t exactly quiet either. Sometimes he missed his cabin in the woods. Maybe he was do for a week away from everyone.
“People shift and change, both in who they are and where they’re from. Only natural.”
Rogue slammed the shutters back into place, locking it all down, her eyes going back to their usual edged gleam. She drifted to the cabin, fingers plucking a slender set of lock picks from the pocket of her shorts. “Sure is, sugah, I'm not that innocent any more.”
“Ain’t said you were innocent.” Logan thought she was more innocent than she thought she was, but he wasn’ about to claim she was pure as driven snow.
Not including what she’d been through in her life, he’d driven into her far too much for that!
Rogue huffed a little, she wasn't as innocent as he thought she was. Certainly not the worst but certainly a few darker shades greyer than white. She popped the door open and headed inside to open the place up. “Didn't say you did.”
He shrugged, following her in and looking around. After all, he had rawed her into a tree once or twice. All he smelled was dust and traces of rodents and other wildlife. “Somethin’ tells me the cupboards are gonna be bare.”
“Probably.” She paused long enough to drag him out of his hole in her head and borrow his nose. “They ain't been here for a long while .” her eyes glinted as she looked around. A moment was taken before she sauntered over to a closet and dug through it. “I'll set out some snares, then I think we need to kick back for a bit.” Her eyes glittered with mischief.
“I love this part,” Logan followed her with his eyes. “Remind me to show you how to really hunt. Knife an’ bare hands. Or claws. Maybe a bow and arrow.”
She stretched for one of them, then stuck her tongue out. “Fine we'll do it your way.” She gave him a little snarl. “I'll borrow your claws.” She settled back down, a focused look in her eye as she dug back to pull him out of her mental filing cabinet. Then she flexed her hands. “I might be able to do that without a refresher”
“And here I was hoping you’d kiss me to boost yourself,” Logan joked. He folded his arms, waiting expectantly. “But see if you can do it.”
Rogue flashed him a rogueish smile before trying to mentally grab and pull his full abilities back to the forefront. After a minute she managed to pop claws, only on one hand, too slow to be really useful but still there. The joking invite had been there though and she moved quickly before pushing him against the wall and stealing a kiss anyways without the burn of her power.
“Nice try,” Logan started to say, before sliding his hands up Rogue’s back. He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her close, though he did let her break the kiss. “That was easy.”
He grinned at her.
She rolled her eyes at him, always the smart ass. She let the claws slide back in, giving her hand a little shake after, she forgot how much that hurt. “Don't take much encouragement when it's somethin I'm down for, you know.” Rogue bent her head and nipped at the spot where shoulder met neck, and when she spoke it was against his skin. “Two choices: hunting or me. Both get done just in what order”
“If it’s you, darlin’, we ain’t gonna be leavin’ this cabin for a good long while.” He grabbed her by the butt, lifting her up and spinning them around so she was the pinned one.
She had teased him many times, even asserted some control once in a blue moon. Today her eyes glinted with something wicked, he got treated to a flicker of gold creeping into her eyes, her voice husky with want. “Me it is then.” She locked her legs around him, one arm over his shoulder, shoulders pressed against the wall.
Logan’s eyes darkened, his fingers digging into Rogue’s hips. His claws edged out, then slid back in before he kissed her again. Maybe it was the flicker of gold, or the huskiness of her voice. Or even the way she’d said that, but it was like a switch flicked on.
Rogue was playing with fire, but she couldn't help it. Her free hand dragged her fingers over where his claws had edged out, a firm but teasing touch. Little moans encouraged the grip on her hips, she wanted marks. She even nipped at him that hint of gold on the edge of her eyes still.
His fingers dug in harder, enough to bruise, to mark and claim her. He pulled her hips down against his, grinding against her as he bit down on her lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but close.
She let out a terribly contented purr of a moan as his fingers bruised her skin. She shivered as she shifted against him, noting there were too many articles of clothing in the way with a little snort of annoyance that vanished when he bit down on her lip. She answered that with a sharp dragging of her nails against the skin of his hand, letting their edges bite down into his flesh, enough to leave marks, her other hand dug into his shoulder with similar force.
"Oh fuck me," Logan groaned. The marks healed up nearly instantly, and he tugged at the waist of her pants. Whether she was ready or not, he was going to take care of that annoying clothing situation. But he wasn't going to give her any satisfaction until he was done teasing her. She was going to be in for a long day.