Part 1- All 'Bout The Rogue...'
Logan watched her sparring, leaning against the wall in the gallery his gaze was fixed by the sight of her short leather skirt, the t-shirt pulled tight against her pert breasts and soaked through with sweat.
She moved fluidly through the air, every move punctuated by a grunt or a groan of exertion, her hair falling now and again into her eyes, the bangs matted wet, she was putting both the danger room simulation and her boyfriend through their paces.
Logan smirked at the sight of the ice-prick struggling to keep up with her, he watched as Bobby stared helplessly as Marie lifted herself, using him as leverage, placing one foot in the small of his back, spring boarding over his head, a move perfected in a matter of seconds, leaving him sprawling on the floor and saw her twirling through the air, somersaulting, nailing the back flip and ending up on the sentinel’s back.
Reaching for what passed as the back of the sentinel’s neck she wrapped her hand around a set of wires and yanked hard, a few sparks later and the simulation disappeared, she landed gracefully as she fell to the floor, flicking her hair back and balancing on her heels.
‘Marie…what the hell…?’ Bobby was only now struggling to his feet, rubbing his head; he glared at her, ‘what kind of dumb-ass move was that?’
Logan leaned in closer to the window, out of sight, but still close enough to see the smile she wore as she turned to face a pissed off Bobby. Springing to her feet, she strode up to him, ‘what…don’t tell me ya didn’t enjoy that…?’
‘What you using me as springboard, no not really…’ Bobby shook his head at her, ‘what’s going on with you Marie?’ He took hold her hand firmly above the wrist and leaned in close to her. ‘Lately it’s like…you’ve become so physically aggressive…I mean last night, baby…’ Logan listened in carefully, trying hard not to growl, pissed off at the whiny-ass tone the prick was taking with Marie, ‘you really made me sprain something...’
Marie stared at him, before she sniggered, ‘Sorry baby was ah too rough with ya…?’ Her damp t-shirt clinging to her skin, she reached forward and ran her hands down his chest, over the taut muscles of his stomach and down to his crotch, grabbing him she squeezed, his eyes widened as she whispered in his ear, ‘Maybe we should give lil Bobby an early retirement, ah mean before we do him any real damage…’
She smiled before turning to walk away, Bobby, still in shock called out after her, ‘Marie…what are you saying?’
She didn’t even bother to turn around. ‘What ah’m sayin’ Bobby, is that we should see other people …’
Logan had a hard time concentrating, and right now with Magneto threatening to bear down on him, ready to twist his adamantium into tiny little knots, he needed to concentrate.
Fuck, once upon a time he’d live on this adrenaline rush, nothin’ to get his blood flowin’ than knockin’ the snot out of Magneto and his Brotherhood, getting his claws all good and dirty, now his head was all over the place or one place specifically, but he jus’ he couldn’t help it.
Every grunt, every groan Logan picked up from her had his eyes darting over to where she was fighting, that Cajun rat had her all but cornered, throwing his damn explosive cards at her, she was barely dodging his attack, next hit would be direct, and it’d be goodnight kid.
Logan growled, silently thankful for Jean who was using her telekinesis to draw Magneto’s attention, he made a beeline for Marie, only to find himself tackled to the ground before he’d even taken a few steps, a heavy Sabretooth taking him down quickly.
Logan brought up his claws, plunging the steel deep into his ribs, he’d calculated perfectly, just above Sabretooth’s third rib, the claws sinking deep, hitting a pressure point and leaving the overgrown kitty cat in a helluva lot of pain. Logan pushed him up and away, leaving him on the floor clutching his side.
But Marie was far from beat, he saw her shake her hair, say something to the Cajun, before she propelled herself forwards, flipping onto her hands, somersaulting upwards Logan watched wide eyed as she leapt through the air, her legs spread wide, wrapping her thighs around the Cajun’s neck, he saw her tackle him to the ground, her skirt riding upwards and her black lace knickers on clear view.
Logan could swear the Cajun jus’ about grinned his face off as she squeezed his neck with her thighs, before snapping her knees violently to one side and snapping the Cajun’s neck in two.
Mouth hanging open he could only stare as the simulation ended and the danger room faded back into its guise as a room full of computer consoles, and Marie was left on her knees; cheeks flushed red, one hand on her thigh, tongue running along moistened lips. Her back arched and her eyes closed as she sighed contentedly.
And apparently Logan was the only one who saw it, the others, Jean and Scott, and Storm just left the room as if nothing had happened. Only that Asian kid Jubilee stood by his shoulder and laughed as he watched Marie, ‘death by pussy huh?’ she laughed, ‘Damn what a way to go…!’
‘Walk around naked with ya beautiful ass
Who the fuck taught ya how to move that fast…?’
He waited just outside the shower room for her, he heard the water running, the sound of bare flesh slapping against the tile as she walked across the floor. Leaning against the locker doors he braced himself against the cold metal of the, every one of his senses flooded by the images, the sounds of her, her little contented sighs as the steam rose from the water.
The sweet musky scent of her invaded him, rising higher with the steam, drifting over the tiled walls that separated the showers from the locker room and forcing its way across every inch of him. He could see her, could smell her, fuck he could even taste her!
He’d wondered ‘bout Bobby’s question, what the hell was going on with Marie, half a year ago she’d found the switch to her mutation, and since then he’d seen her grow in confidence, assured by the other side of her, the Rogue inside, a part she didn’t think of as something to hate anymore but to be proud of. Now that she didn’t have to worry ‘bout killin’ someone as she touched them, she was comfortable, with being both Marie and Rogue.
And all of a sudden Logan had realised jus’ what the hell was goin’ on with her, in the middle of a fight, she got passionate and fiery, and that…that was all ‘bout the Rogue. She was in control and she didn’t hold back, ignoring the danger, giving all of herself in those few moments, Rogue, it was all about the Rogue.
Physically aggressive, in the middle of a fight and where else…in bed?
All sorts of scenarios ran through his head with that question, and all of them involving the moans she was making right now in that shower. He listened, closing his eyes, watching, imagining he could see her, water run down that milky soft skin of hers, hair matted wet and clinging to her back as she turns around, leans against the tiles and stands directly under the shower.
She’s licking her fingers now, sucking deep on that index finger, before moving her hand down to pull at her nipples, rock hard, she tugs and flicks them, head thrown back and a slow sigh as she closes her eyes.
Her hand moves further, splaying across the flat of her stomach, pausing there, waiting, teasing, just a little lower and she’s rubbing on her clit, softly at first, slow deliberate circles, pleasure coming in slow waves that’s punctuated by a short gasp.
She bites her lip as her middle finger reaches through her soft curls, passes through the outer lips of her sex and slips inside. She waits, enjoying the sensation, before she begins to move her hand, rhythmically, steadily, drawing it all out.
Her other hand moves across to tease her clit again, and now she’s sliding her back up and down the tiles as her moans get louder, timing it perfectly, totally in synch with her fingers that move in and out of her sex. Harder and faster, faster…faster...harder…harder.
‘Aah…aah…aah….’ Her screams are getting louder, mouth wide open as she gasps louder, one hand slams against the tiles as her climax hits her, as she slides halfway down the wall ‘Oh…oh…oh…fuck!’
And Logan all but screamed along with her as he realised he had come all over the inside of his jeans.
He was lying on his bed, wearing a fresh pair of jeans and nothing else when he heard her open the door quietly and slip into his room. His eyes adjusted perfectly to the dark stared at her she stood next to his bed, she holds up her arms and he sees she’s holding the scarves she used to wear, back when her skin was poisonous.
She smiles that wicked smile and whispers, ‘ah always figured it was ‘bout time ah tried something new with these things, so how ‘bout it?’
Logan stood up and walked around slowly towards her, she pressed up close to him, he growled at her insistence, that same scent, musky sweetness and all out desire, dangerous and unforgiving.
Rogue…it was all Rogue.
She leaned up and whispered in his ear, ‘ah know what you’ve been thinkin’, does she fuck like she fights…? And ah know you’re dying to find out…’
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Yeah been away for a while, but what better way to say hello again but with a case load of smut! :)
Lyrics and story title from an Xzibit song, two chappies of utter filth! Don't ya jus' love the weekend???
Lyrics and story title from an Xzibit song, two chappies of utter filth! Don't ya jus' love the weekend???