Rogue sighed and ran a lazy finger around the rim of the window of her new bedroom. A large puff of air escaped her lips as she sighed dramatically and she blew the hot air up into her hair ruffling her long bangs and sending streaks of white floating into her face. She brought a rare ungloved hand up to her fore head and started playing with the pale silver strands, twisting them this way and that looking at the different way the rays of the setting sun set off the silver highlights in her “old lady” bangs. Of course reminiscing about this hair brought back memories, stowed away memories of her near death experience nearly four years ago now. She couldn’t help but be bored with her nostalgia but she supposed it was only natural to reminisce this time of year-after all she had just graduated. She was officially a girl with a high school diploma and it saddened her to think she wouldn’t be able to tell her momma how she was finally the first one in the family to do it, and how good it felt to receive her diploma.
Rogue never thought she’d graduate anywhere else but that rinky dink little town she grew up in, walking down the aisle of a Mississippi mud pit as her momma played the piano, her mother did play for most of the towns social occasions. Weddings, graduations, and every church event to be counted. She laughed a little bitterly to herself and abandoned playing with her hair, returning her gaze to the setting sun and the way the sun seemed to dip below the horizon in a mesmerizing way. Rogue’s thoughts floated over to him.
The boredom was gone from her eyes now and replaced with longing and puzzlement. She thought back to those moments on top of the statue of Liberty. She remembered the chilly night air, because from that altitude the wind was icy and it burned her cheeks. She remembered the exact moment when her hair turned white, she remembered feeling too drained to even speak or cry and she remembered having to concentrate in order to breathe because she was so exhausted. That was the first moment when she noticed, despite the fact that the situation was unraveling towards her death, that her hair was white. Even in the chaos of it she remembered seeing white framing her face and thinking “is that my hair?”
She felt something sharp between her hands and looked down to realize that she was fingering his tags again, she sighed again only this time it was a sigh of discontent. Logan had come and gone over the years. He’d come back when the base at Alkali lake had been a bust, and he’d left after Jean disappeared. He’d come when he thought the school could use a little help, when Rogues 16th birthday came and passed and even though the date of his arrival and the date of her birthday didn’t exactly coincide, he had mysteriously showed up with a card and a little teddy bear that held a miniature happy birthday balloon. He was around when the school had to evacuate and when Jean went haywire. Rogue didn’t have a better word for it, and he was around for both Professor Xavier’s death as well as his rebirth. Professor Xavier had died yes, but then he had used his powerful mental abilities to come back, ironically in the body of a brain dead man, who could actually walk and talk. Jean was forever lost though, even though they’d found Scott.
He wasn’t dead, though Jean had left him for dead, he was found by a patrol man or a trucker, rogue never really found out which and had been found at a hospital. When the hospital failed to contact Scott’s family they contacted the school because his license said where he worked as a teacher there. When Scott first came back from the hospital he was severely injured and it had taken many, many dark months, months which Logan hadn’t stuck around for, to get back into his old spirits.
Scott was genuinely a nice guy and had been all his life, he didn’t have dark memories like Logan and he didn’t carry around unpleasant experiences like Rogue did. The only thing that really seemed to be a black smudge on him was the fact that he couldn’t get over being left for dead by the woman he loved. Despite the countless times it had been explained to him that Jean had gone coo-coo for cocoa puffs Scott couldn’t handle it and almost never talked about what had happened out by the lake the day he went missing. The second thing of course was he had to lose the woman he loved twice, bury her twice and except her death a second time. All of these things had left a very different Scott Summers in the wake of rebuilding the school as well as his shattered life.
Life went on though, with the lack of Jean at the school the students still prevailed and although it was not Rogue’s graduating class, because it had happened the year before, the graduates of that year all gave commemorating speeches dedicated in loving memory to both the Professor and to Dr. Jean Grey long time Mutant advocates and civil rights activists. Rogue stood from the window sill she had been so causally leaning against. Logan had missed that particular graduation and he’d missed her graduation that had just pasted. Chancing a glance at the calendar which hung on her newly painted walls, drenched in rich burgundy, she saw that she had only graduated two weeks ago. She had turned 18 early on in the year, because she was a winter baby but she had only just graduated. Logan had returned with a graduation card and a pair of new gloves, every girls thrilling dream, but he hadn’t made it in time for the actual graduation.
Rogue had long ago given up the thought of an intimate relationship with Logan, but she had to say it really wasn’t her fault that she had felt something for the man in the first place. People didn’t realize, with the exception of the professor who she had brought into her confidence, that when people touched her Rogue didn’t just absorb their life but she sucked out their memories and their personalities too.
When she kissed David she remembered getting a glimpse of a dirty magazine that he kept hidden under his pillow and that he looked at every time he wanted too…. Have a good time because there was a really hot chick, according to his idea of one and he couldn’t help but come every time he saw her. Some bubbly blonde thing, Rogue couldn’t remember the models face it had been to long.
When Erik, Magneto that is, had given her his powers he had given her frightful memories of the Holocaust and she had never wondered what burning flesh smelled like but she didn’t go wanting for an answer after Erik touched her, she knew what it was to have someone shot in front of you and have their warm blood splash your face.
Though Surprisingly Logan’s memories were worse because he didn’t remember any specifics only pain, red hot searing pain that ran, in Logan’s case literally, down and through your bones. The man had been ripped open and gutted like an animal before metal the temperature of lava had been poured onto his exposed flesh and nerves, left their to harden and cool. Gross! Check please!
Rogue couldn’t escape from her mind and she carried these memories with her dutifully, but her favorite, ironically of Logan’s, was the night on the Statue of Liberty. No one knew, not Logan or even the professor but Logan’s thoughts, she meant to say, his exact thoughts when he was holding her waiting for her to revive, and then sobbing over her death were,
I’m so sorry darlin, please come back, please, quickly followed by I’ll give my life for it just don’t be gone.”
And that was when Rogue woke up, in his arms, somehow aware of what ice in the air smelt like and how she could smell burned skin, her own on the handles of the machine. He collapsed, she revived and she knew then, looking down on him in the freezing night air, gasping for breath that she’d always love him. How could she not when he’d thought something like that about her? When her own parents and kin didn’t feel that way?
SO, even though Rogue had given up the idea of having a relationship with Logan she never stopped caring about him, she couldn’t have turned those feelings off any more than she could have deactivated her own mutation. Truth be told, she had actually experienced more than one pleasant run in with the man. The most memorable of which had occurred right after Jean’s death. Her true death, the one that happened because of three admantium claws slicing into her. Truth be told Rogue knew she could have Logan and that dampened the fantasy for her a little bit, because she had always wanted him but not like that, not for a cheap thrill. The night after Jean’s death, words had been said and actions had been taken that couldn’t be undone, but it was a pivotal point in Rogue’s growing experience. She had only been 17 at the time and it was the first time that reality dawned and a little bit of epiphany like light had been shed on the true nature of her Wolverine, he was no hero.
He was a good guy with a wholesome heart but he wasn’t a man whose morals should be lived by. He had come onto Rogue and she had reciprocated because she had wanted him more than anything for more than two years but when she had it and she had him she realized she didn’t want to be a notch in Logan’s bed post. She wanted to be the one for him, she wanted him to want her the way he’d wanted…well….Jean. She wanted him to love her and she’d realized in that fevered moment between passionate kisses that this state of lust was exactly what she didn’t want. She didn’t want things to be weird between them. She didn’t want to be unable to meet his eyes because every time she did she would think of that moment when she left dignity at the door and hoped into his bed to be his comfort for the lousy five drunken minutes he could spare her out of his day.
~~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~Memory~*~*~*~*~*~
Xavier was dead and Jean was dead and Rogue wasn’t safely tucked away in her bed like she should have been. She was sobbing in her PJ’s, in the REC room. It wasn’t the nicest place to be right now, but it was the quietest. They didn’t know where Scott was and of course it made sense he was dead, it didn’t make sense that Professor Xavier was dead-could be dead at all! Even from his wheel chair he was indestructible it seemed, but for someone as powerful as him to have fallen then anything seemed possible in that tragic moment, and Scott was probably dead.
All the children of the school were devastated and tomorrow would be the first graduated since the schools inception in which the Professor would not be handing out diplomas. Rogue was grateful that tomorrow wouldn’t be her graduation because that was supposed to be a happy time and tomorrow would be a dark day. No sound echoed from the hollow house, gutted by death and mayhem. The only sound Rogue could hear was her steady breathing and the sound of little sobs she had to let escape every now and then. She sat quietly in the dark lounge just letting her tears fall, wiping them on her gloves. That was when she heard footsteps, she at first figured it was a roommate following her and trying to see if she wanted to talk. Everyone wanted to talk, everyone was being encouraged to talk
“Come forward if your sad don’t bottle it up, we can help." Those were the sage words of Hank and Storm. She wanted to mourn but just in private and alone, who was up at this hour?
When the intruding figure was no more than 15 feet from her she was able to smell smoke and whiskey, which of course could only be Logan. She sat by a window, her preference, because the moon supplied light and only a trace amount. She didn’t want the harsh brightness of florescent lighting right now, her eyes were too sore from crying. She didn’t want Logan seeing her this way either but better him than one of the mansion’s other inhabitants. Logan came into view when he was about five feet away and he still hadn’t spoken a word, he held a half empty whiskey bottle in one hand a lit and smoking cigar in his mouth.
“Kid.”
It was more of a grunting acknowledgement than a real sentence or greeting and it was completely Logan. Rogue gave him a watery smile in response and sniffed because she was a runny mess from crying.
He sat next to her like it was the most natural thing in the world, even though she was only wearing a pair of sleep shorts, pink with large green turtles, and a tank top with gloves. She scooted over real quick and Logan grinned placing a hand on her wrist. He turned to her with that grin still in place, smiling around his lit cigar and said,
“I think the worst has already happened when it comes to me touchin’ your skin darlin, no need to worry over a little exposure.”
He took a long puff on his cigar and let his head fall heavily against the back wall, still facing Rogue but looking upward. They were lucky the ledge of the window was wide enough to accommodate both of them comfortably, but Rogue was small and Logan was lithe. He took a long drink of whiskey then and Rogue wondered how he was able to still speak coherently.
“Why aren’t ya drunk?”
“Healin factor, I drink, I recover- just means I have to try extra hard to get drunk,” and Rogue would always think it didn’t really happen but then Logan winked at her and she knew that he was three sheets to the wind, Wolverine simply wasn’t a winker.
“Uh-huh and is this your first bottle?”
“Ha,” there was that grin again, “this is mah third.”
Rogue gasped, “Logan you’re gonna knock yourself on your ass all right at that rate, you betta not drink all of that.”
Rogue was still sad and her tears had abated, she didn’t feel like she could talk to Logan about this, he was obviously hurting worse than her; after all he had been the one to kill Jean.
“Yea, yir right, here hun finish this up,” and Logan passed the bottle obediently to Rogue.
Rogue realized full on at this moment that Logan was beyond sloshed and probably very near alcohol poisoning. She had no doubt that had he been a normal man he’d be dead already. Rogue took the bottle and smelled it, after absorbing Logan things like cigar smoke and bourbon and especially* whiskey had all become like a piece of momma’s fresh apple pie, they just smelt right. She didn’t dare drink it though, she just intended to keep it away from Logan.
Silence stretched on, she played with the whiskey bottle wondering when he would mosey on off again. At least ten minutes had passed when Logan cleared his throat and said in a voice that at least sounded more like him, to Rogue at any rate.
“Why ya sittin down here in the middle of the night?”
The sadness settled back over Rogue like it had never left and she contemplated the bottle in her hand and decided she might want to drown her sorrows a little bit too.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Ya sad about the professor..?”
Rogue uncorked the bottle and took a long swig, forcing the dark amber liquid to the back of her throat and swallowing hard against the fire racing down her throat. Logan was still starring at her waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, him too…”
Rogue didn’t need to clarify who else she was referring to and just as she contemplated taking a second sip, because after all the first one had gone down so easily, Logan motioned for her to give him the bottle with his fingers beckoning her.
“I don’t know Logan, I think three bottles is enough, don’t you?”
She heard a growl and despite her horrible mood and the heart ache she felt she actually did smile a little. Albeit a sad smile but one nonetheless.
“Look kid, I actually kinda like ya, but you don’t seem to understand…that is mah whiskey and I want it back.”
Rogue couldn’t help but be amused at the picture Logan made sitting there. He was drowsy with the affects of alcohol but he was using a lot of effort to lean forward and concentrate on the bottle in her hands, he was pointing at it and the finger he was using waved menacingly in the air like an uncompleted threat that he hadn’t mentioned but existed nonetheless. He was starring at her intently and Rogue would never know where she got her nerve from at that moment but she brought the bottle up in front of him, he was fairly close to her what with both of them sitting on the window sill facing each other. She gave the contents of the bottle a light shake, so Logan could see the alcohol inside swishing around.
Then she brought the uncapped bottle to her mouth again and took a long pull from the bottle.
Logan watched her the whole time and she was only semi-aware of the glazed look in his eye but she attributed it, at the time, to his alcohol consumption. After her second sip Rogue’s throat was screaming and her stomach was on a fire, she unlatched her lips from the top of the bottle with a distinctive sucking sound, the sound your lips make when they smack wetly together. She gasped for air because she was trying to get the taste out of her mouth and she looked down at the bottle in her hand to see she’d left very little left for Logan himself.
Rogue exhaled in excitement because she could actually feel a buzz and it had never happened that fast before, she supposed this was strong whiskey and she knew that shouldn’t surprise her, what else would Logan drink?
“That wasn’t very nice Rogue,” Logan’s hand, the one which wasn’t protecting his cigar, came up to take the almost empty bottle out of Rogue’s hand and she relinquished it.
She expected him to go back to his bottle and finish what was left of the drink but instead he pushed it aside on the floor behind him, pushing it up against the wall and he started to move in closer to her.
“I think I ought to teach you some manner’s….”
Rogue was blushing in the light of the window and Logan knew it, he could see it and he wanted her to blush. He let a small grin play on the corners of his mouth, if she was blushing now he couldn’t wait to see what she would do later on!
“There’s not much left in the bottle, darlin’ and I only wanted a taste…”
Those were the last words Rogue heard before Logan’s mouth was on hers, and even though her first instinct was to scream, push him away and jump away before her powers started, something, presumably the whiskey, kept her from doing that. Instead she opened her mouth to him and she felt the wonderful sensation of having the man of your dreams suck on your tongue.
Granted, he was trying to suck the whiskey flavor away but damn if she didn’t love him for trying. Logan sucked hard on her tongue he separated from her only long enough to take a breath. Then he dove right back into her mouth, this time biting her lip and sucking even harder on her tongue. When her mutation didn’t take effect Logan pulled away, his hands holding her face through her hair and starred at her.
Rogue was breathing heavy, her chest was heaving up and down and her heart beat was pounding out a disjointed zigzag rhythm that she had never heard it make before, and truth be told after she’d gotten her mutation turned off Bobby and her had done a good deal more than kissing. It took her a minute to really realize why Logan was starring at her and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. He didn’t know, Logan had no idea that Rogue had gone and taken the vaccine to turn off her mutation. She looked him square in the eye daring him to judge her but he didn’t say anything, he only moved a stray lock of hair out of her eyes and pushed the veil of hair which had been protecting his bare hands from her cheek back behind her shoulder and he traced a bare finger over the curve of her face, he tucked the hair behind her ear, and brought his fingers down to caress her neck, stopping before he hit her collar bone. He brought the same finger back up following the curve of her chin and finding his way to her mouth where he spent the longest while just tracing her lips with his finger.
“I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”
That was the last thing he said before he brought his mouth back to her’s. This kiss wasn’t passion filled it was slower and more sweet. He didn’t even use his tongue he was just kissing her on the mouth with his mouth and it was enough to make Rogue ache with the want for more. Logan was fully aware of her desire he’d been enjoying the scent of her for the last ten minutes and just when he was beginning to enjoy the unique taste that was Marie mixed with whiskey he darted out his tongue to play with her lips.
First he used his teeth and gently nibbled on her bottom lip, and when that earned him a little gasp from Marie, Logan took advantage of her open mouth and slipped his tongue into her mouth, rubbing it up against Marie’s tongue, trying to provoke a reaction out of her. It worked and his mouth filled with a moan she couldn’t hold in and Logan could be damned from that moment on if his own lips didn’t curve up into a grin of pride at being able to have such an affect on her.
Logan was pleasantly surprised to see that Marie still tasted like Whiskey and he picked up his earlier job of sucking the flavor off of her tongue, savoring the way it tasted like his favorite girl and his favorite drink at the same time. He felt Rogue’s finger nails raking down his chest and he gave her tongue a little nip in way of retaliating.
Rogue couldn’t enough of the man in front of her and, taking her que from the whiskey addling her brain she crawled into Logan’s lap, placing a leg on either side of his pelvis. She was surprised when two minutes later she felt his hand on her ass and Logan pressing up into her as he stood up. Effortlessly Logan picked up Rogue and carried her over to the couch. Rogue was actually very grateful for that one because the wooden ledge of the windowsill was beginning to hurt her knee’s. Once settled on the couch Rogue sought out Logan’s mouth in order to finish what they started but Logan buried a hand in her hair and pulled her head back instead. Rogue moaned as his mouth found her neck and he began kissing her all the way down, this time he didn’t stop at her collar bone.
Logan bit, sucked and tasted his way down and when he came to the top of her breast, the mound straining against the clothing of her halter top he bit down onto it and Rogue bucked against him in response.
“Logan! Uh!”
Rogue’s hips moved all on their own and she felt a bump between her and Logan and couldn’t help but blush realizing what it was.
“Tell me what ya want Marie.”
Logan left one hand tangled in her hair and the other firmly on her waist guiding her hips against him, he grunted in approval when she hit the right spot against him. He spoke to her from between her cleavage, his teeth nipping at the exposed flesh he could get to and his grizzly unshaven cheek scratched Rogue making her enjoy the sensations even more.
“Logan”
She was having a hard time concentrating, she was biting her lip right now just to keep from making noise and as it was she couldn’t help a few whimpers from escaping when Logan finally tore away her tank top and viciously attacked her breast. She cried out in full when he found her nipple and started sucking on it, rubbing it with the flat side of his tongue and biting around it until it was a hard pebble in his mouth.
“Logan, I don’t wanna fuck you on the couch.”
He growled as she ground down hard into him, the bump from earlier had turned into a full on rod and Rogue almost blanched to think of how big Logan was when he wasn’t restricted by jeans.
“I want this, I want you, you taste like whiskey-" Logan cut off to kiss her again, hard and rough and when he pulled away he slithered a hand down between them and rubbed two thick fingers up against the damped crotch of her shorts and continued to say, “and you smell so good.”
Rogue cried out and after a minute she felt Logan swimming around in her shorts, felt his fingers find her in the darkness of the REC room and felt something that she can only describe as the best sensation that any girl should ever feel. Logan’s thumb found her clit and pressed heavily on it and his index finger curled up and was inside her curling around her inner walls as she spasmed around it and bucked against his hand.
"Come for me darlin” He inserted another finger and Rogue could feel the end of his knuckles because he was trying to be so deep inside her.
“Ah, Logan I can’t keep this up, ah god!”
Rogue wasn’t able to speak anymore, Logan was sucking on her breast, and pumping his hand in and out of her, harder and faster by the second and she was bucking against him and she could smell her own arousal waffling out of her shorts and she wondered 1,000 things all at once. Could Logan smell her, did he like it? How long had he wanted this? Was this really happening? She hoped so because the sensations were only getting better and Logan must have known she was close because as Rogue started to come around Logan’s fingers he bit down hard on her breast and she cried out pitching herself forward thrusting her breasts against Logan’s face, slumping over so her head was on his shoulder and panting heavily in his ear. Logan let her catch her breath, and kept his hands in her shorts while she settled down.
She could still feel his fingers inside of her and she couldn’t help but clench even in the after math of her orgasm. She planted little kisses down the side of his face and he tasted salty.
“KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Like hello are you dead in there, Roguey you have to come say good-bye before I leave for Tampa!”
Jubilee was knocking on her door and the sound of her old room-mate scared the crap out of her leaving her to realize that all her “reminiscing” about Logan had left her with a very uncomfortable wet sensation at the apex of her thighs. Rogue’s heart was beating in zigzags again, but it wasn’t only because of her Logan sex fiend thoughts but because of her friend catching her in the middle of a day dream. Rogue blushed a little and jumped up walking towards the door, she’d just have to change her panties after she was done seeing Jubilee off.
It was actually a long standing tradition at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters that every graduating class be given a vote and allowed to choose a place where they could spend the majority of the summer. Truth be told it was a huge ordeal and the kids of the graduating class were always only offered a few choices because they usually wound up going to similar places like Xavier’s, not schools so much as hotels run by, for the specific purpose of mutants. Usually the people who owned these places were friends of Xavier’s and usually Jean and Scott would chaperon but Scott didn’t seem to be in the chaperon mind set nowadays and was staying behind. Instead this year Scott, Hank, Professor Xavier and now Logan would be staying in the mansion. Storm and Kurt would act as the chaperons.
Rogue had never been to Tampa and she wouldn’t have minded the trip but something about all of the mutant high down in another state for more than a mere week, for a possibility of two months just didn’t seem like something Rogue was interested in. Instead she was getting a jump on her classes and taking summer courses in late August at the community College near Xavier’s. She couldn’t lie and say her decision to stay wasn’t slightly influenced by the fact that Logan was around to keep her company.
“ROGUE! It’s bad enough I’m doomed to wander the sunny state of Florida without you, you could at least come out here and say good bye!”
Rogue laughed because Jubilee was never a patient person and she marched to the door ready to see her best friend off. This summer promised to be anything but boring.
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Story Notes:
Scott is alive, Jean is not... lol and Xavier is not in his body but not dead either. Set after X-men 3, Rogue is 18
Author's Chapter Notes:
I might make it into a series-feedback appreciated!
Chapter End Notes:
Review- I thrive on feedback!