She learns combat from Logan and loves every blow.
She tells herself she wants independence. She wants to come to the team on her own terms, to bring something besides her skin. She wants control.
She thinks that if he hits her hard enough, and it hurts badly enough, her body will re-learn how to react to him. And when it doesn't, when it betrays her, retribution is swift and painful. Bruises blossom on her flesh, underneath the leather.
Rogue learns combat. But her body learns how pleasure and pain are one in the same.
And that's a dangerous thing.
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