Wicked Game

disclaimer: I don't own the x-men

...and thanx for the comments *s* Yes, what will Jeannie do? *taps fingernails*

and also ... any mistakes you may find ar all mine (stupid tenses!!!)


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Closing the door behind him, he put Rogue down. Looking at her, he felt himself smile. Wet and a mess and all teary eyed, she was so beautiful still. The silk robe was plastered to her body, exposing every curve, the hips, thighs, the soft mounds of her breasts. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before, or that he hadn’t allowed himself to – she wasn’t just a pretty girl, but a woman. She was Rogue with her long dark brown hair, and those white streaks that framed her face. Her true name was Marie D’Ancanto, but she was Rogue with everyone else but him.

Logan cleared his throat and walked past her, towards the bathroom.

“I don’t know ‘bout you but I need to get out of these wet jammies or I’ll catch a cold”, he said and entered the bathroom as he spoke.

“Ya don’t get sick, Logan, diseases even run away when they hear your name”, he heard her say.

“Yeah, well … a man has to be careful once in a while. Besides,” he said matter-of-factly, “I fuckin’ hate being cold, don’t you?” He grabbed a towel and swept most of the water off of the floor. Somehow a shower just wasn’t the thing at the moment. “A bath then”, he mumbled to himself, turned on the water and let it fill the big square tub. Hesitating a couple of seconds, Logan picked up two bottles, weighed one in each hand.

“Vanilla or honey?” he called over his shoulder.

“Vanilla, but what’s that got to do with anything?” Rogue answered. She was still in the other room.

Logan shrugged and poured some of the scented stuff in the steaming water. There were enough clean towels piled up on a bench next to the tub, so he was all set.

“Logan?” Rogue called.

“Yeah?”

“Um … I’ll be right back, gotta take care of something. It won’t be long, ‘kay?”

“Whatever you say.”

He heard her leave the place, and close the door. Facing his own image in the mirror was something new, he rarely looked this tired and sloppy, and at the same time … smug, sort of. Smirking at himself he found the shaving crème and a razor. “Christ, you do look like shit”, he told himself and smeared the shaving stuff on his face, or at least on the parts he did shave. The muttonchops were a no-no, okay so maybe they needed a little trimming though.

Nah.

Getting out of the wet jammies was another matter, a lot more difficult than he’d expected, and it was with a loud sigh of relief he finally lowered himself in the hot water minutes later. Logan closed his eyes and rested his head on the edge of the tub.

The main door opened and closed.

Rogue was back, and she’d brought food. He could smell it. Within the second she’d entered, he’d known and it made his stomach growl loudly. That’s my girl. He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Logan?” he heard her say.

“That’s me …”

“Can Ah come in?”

“You know ye don’t need my permission for that. Come on in, I’m fuckin’ starving!” He heard Rogue laugh softly at his remark. A good sign. Hopefully.

“Ah made some sandwiches”, she said cheerily, as she entered the bathroom. “Mmm …” she’d taken a big bite out of one of them, and rubbed her belly in a most teasing way.

“Gimme some”, Logan growled, and got up on his knees in the bubble bath. At that moment he felt like he could’ve done anything to get his hands on the food she’d brought.

Rogue stared at him. “No, wait, ya don’t have … “, she began.

“You’re blushing …” he said, and sounded satisfied.

“Shut up, you …” Rogue put the tray on the floor and turned her back to him.

So it was like this now, he thought, and couldn’t help but grin at her. Rogue had changed clothes, from the wet robe to black satin jammies. She also wore matching gloves, he noticed. Rogue uncomfortable in his presence was something new, she’d always tried to keep him at a distance yes, being angry or pretending not to care. A blushing Rogue, well whaddaya know, he thought and grabbed her promptly by the waist, and pulled her down in the tub with a big splash.

Rogue kicked and gasped, and fired icicles with her eyes. Logan held up his hands, as he tried not to laugh.

“Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No, you’re not”, she said, and franticly tried to smooth her features. A quick glance at her clothes made her gasp. “Look what you’ve done, you big … ,” she exclaimed, and made an annoyed sound in her throat, “you’ve ruined mah clothes … again!”

“Sorry, darlin’ –“

Rogue poked him in the chest. “Don’t you darlin’ me, bub, just … just sit down, damn it.”

Logan couldn’t suppress the grin, she was calling him names, and the more furious she got the funnier it was.

“Don’t think so, I’m enjoying this far too much, and besides, I have some extra towels ye can use later. And, oh, I’ve shaved, see?” He pointed at his cheeks.

“Yes, yes I can see that, but …”

“But what?”

Rogue sighed irritably. “Nothing.”

“Then shut the fuck up, love, and c’mere”, he said, and spread his arms.

Rogue seemed to relax, but before Logan had the chance to react, she’d thrown herself at him, pushed him down under the surface. He was so taken by surprise that he accidentally swallowed a mouthful of vanilla scented water. Luckily this was the chance she’d get, since he was a lot stronger, he easily outmaneuvered her, but wrestle and fight an angry Rogue was getting tiresome of late. Still, it had its moments that usually ended in a most pleasurable way, and that part he liked. Logan popped the claws and quickly shredded Rogue’s jammies, fully knowing the effect it would have on her temper. Oh, she’d be delightful after he was done. He couldn’t help but laugh at the whole thing.

“You fuckin’ bastard,” she shouted, “this was NEW and EXPENSIVE!” Rogue tried to cover herself with what remained of her night wear.

“Now, relax and enjoy the bath with me, Rogue.”

She panted angrily. “You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

Logan shrugged. “I won’t argue with you, if that’s what ye wanna do … take a bath, I mean …”

It looked like she wanted to grind her teeth to dust, oh yes, Rogue was furious alright, but her cheeks still looked like they were on fire and not mainly because she was angry.

“From where I stand, or sit,” he said amusedly, “it certainly looks like ye need to cool down.”

“Oh … You are so lucky, Ah’m not completely nude”, she growled.

“Yes I can see that … black panties … black bra … nice … Now can I, please, have something to eat?”

She glowered at him for a while then sighed irritably. “Okay, just sit down and Ah’ll get them”, she said, reached over the edge of the tub.

“Are ye gonna hold on to those … forever?” he said, and nodded towards her.

“You really sure you want something to eat? Ah mean really, really sure?” she said sweetly.

“Okay, okay … don’t get all defensive on me. I’m not the one uncomfortable being nude.”

Rogue made an exasperating sound in her throat. “Don’t ya think Ah haven’t noticed?”

“Noticed what?” he said, but knew fully what she’d meant. Teasing Rogue was just too much fun. When she refused to answer he made a gesture towards himself, and glanced down his body. “Oh, you mean this? Well I guess it can’t be that bad if it’s what make ye blush like that. Unless you find me appalling.”

“You know exactly what Ah mean, don’t ya play games with me Wolvie.”

“Then please, get rid of those,” he gestured towards the leftover jammies,”give me something to eat, and just relax for fucks sake, okay?”

Rogue frowned hard at him. “Fine, you win”, she said gloomily, and dropped what was left of her black, previously very comfy, luxurious and nice night wear, on the bathroom floor. “Here’s one with cheese and ham, if that’ll do.” She handed him a tasty looking sandwich.

“Thanks darlin’.”

The food tasted incredibly good, at that moment better than anything he’d ever eaten, that was exaggerating it a little, yes, but only because he was extremely hungry. Almost any kind of food would do, he thought, while he munched on the sandwich. He studied Rogue without letting her know he did just that. She seemed pretty uncomfortable again, it was like watching a clam close up, slowly but inevitable. The image was disturbing enough to make his appetite lessen. Shit. She frowned slightly while she ate, probably not aware of doing so. What was he going to do with her? You’re going to fuck things up again, that’s what’s happenin’ …

“Rogue?”

She stopped eating and looked at him.

Okay, here we go … “I’m sorry for being an asshole and a cold hearted bastard. I apologize if I’ve said something to upset you”, he said slowly, and waited for her to react.

Rogue sighed, placed the rest of her sandwich on the edge of the tub. She hugged herself, rubbed her arms. “Don’t apologize for something that’s not true, Logan. It really should be me doin’ that to ya, Ah know that. Ah can see why you have chosen … Jean. She’s brave, smart, and beautiful, not to mention old enough. What more do ya need?” she said and got out of the tub before he had the chance to react.

He was quick though, scrambled out of the water naked, and caught Rogue before she’d had the chance to reach he door that lead out to the hallway. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. Carrying a woman old style, wasn’t something he usually did, but every once in awhile it seemed necessary. He dropped Rogue onto the bed. She landed on her butt, with fury painted all over her face. It made it all worth while, Logan thought. The look on her face spelled enraged, with lips parted, her chest heaved and cheeks were burning – she was a temptress. He crawled onto the bed and pinned Rogue to it, and seized her wrists with one hand.

“You’ll get yourself killed”, she said angrily but he could tell otherwise. Beneath that stern surface of hers she was building an inferno, feeding it the more she tried to resist.

“Oh, I’ll just take my chances, sweetheart, because I know it has already begun in you. I can smell the change, remember?” he said and held up the other hand in front of her.

“What are ya gonna do?” she asked uncertainly, and gasped as Logan slowly unsheathed the claws. She stared wide eyed at him as he cut the bra in front, and exposed her breasts.

“It’s only fair that ye’re as naked as I am, darlin’”, he said teasingly, while he quickly got to shred the panties at her hip. “And besides, I’ve always wanted to know what you look like naked.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?!” Rogue spat at him, and struggled to break free.

Logan still smiled widely, and removed the shredded lingerie with one hand. He knew he had her on some level because he could smell her arousal.

“I wanna look at ye, I just thought I told you that”, he said, still on top of her, between her legs. “And don’t tell me ye don’t wanna do the same, I know ye do, and touch me. I can feel it, hell I can even smell it, and all ye have to do is ask me. I’m all yours.” He released his grip on her, and rested on his elbows instead. “You really are so amazingly beautiful, Marie”, he murmured, and traced her collar bone with his thumb. It was hard to behave, with those perky breasts, and their rosy tips so close to his mouth, begging him to flick his tongue over them.

“Damn it, Logan …”, Rogue said breathlessly, as she slowly licked her lips – probably unaware of it all, but it made Logan unable to withhold a soft and low pitched growl.

“Yes … yea, you’ve said that a couple of time already”, he murmured teasingly and traced the side of her neck with his tongue.

Rogue moaned low, she tried to suppress it but it didn’t go unnoticed, Logan knew she was responding to him.

“How can you want this, Logan?”

“How can I not? Ye’re just like me, kiddo, remember?”

“But that’s just the problem … you’re too … old …”, she said, sounding small.

Logan arched his eyebrows at her. “Ye think so?”

“Part of me thinks so, yes … but there’s also another problem.”

“And what is that?”

“Do you have any idea how much Ah’m fighting not to hurt you with mah power? Do ya? If Ah let go …”

“Well, I’d say ye’re getting better at mastering it, but I’ll back off … for now, if that is what you really want”, he murmured softly and added, after a while, with a mischievous grin “..which you don’t, Rogue.”

She pursed her lips and refused to tell him he was wrong.

“Okay, then … you don’t want me”, he said, looking gloomy.

Rogue sighed. “Logan, wait …”

“What?”

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Kiss me again, and again, and again.

He frowned for a second and then felt the corner of his mouth twitch. He kissed Rogue. He kissed her, invaded her with his tongue, he tasted her, felt her inside, the velvety, wet feel of her mouth and tongue. Biting and sucking her lips, he kissed her deep and hard. Rogue raked her hands down his back, touching his arms and chest. Having her hands, even if it wasn’t skin to skin contact, stroking his chest and stomach, tracing the lines of the muscles, almost hurt, the pleasure of it spread like fire over his body. This was too much, the thought of having Rogue naked underneath him, feeling her, the warmth of her skin, that flat smooth stomach, those curves and softly mounded breasts with their perfect pink nipples, to lie between her thighs – it was too much. All that and he couldn’t touch her for as long as he wanted to without risking his own life. His mind was clouded, he saw Rouge’s eyes widen, heard her inhale, as he cupped one of her breasts. Stroking his thumb over the nipple brought a sound from her throat. Rogue grabbed his hair again, pulling him closer to her so she could kiss him. Moments later she withdrew, panting, despair written all over her face.

“Ah can’t do this any longer, Logan. You have to get off me, you have to …”, she said, voice thick with desire but panic was beginning to take over. “Get off me, get off, get –“

Logan felt the power leap between them, seconds before he rolled off of her. Resting on his back next to Rogue, he tried to regain composure, letting whatever energy had left him be restored again. Shielding, he could still hear her breathing, panting, like she was struggling for air. When he finally turned his head to look at her, Rogue was still lying on her back, her chest heaved franticly, but as she’d buried the face in her glove clad hands, he couldn’t tell if she was laughing or crying. Probably the latter. Oh fuck. Touching her now seemed like a bad idea.

Logan scrambled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around him he searched the place for some cigars. It had been too long since he’d last had a smoke and he wanted one badly. Sighing with relief when he found a box of them hidden in a closet, a whole freakin’ box! He put one between his teeth and lit it. Inhaling deeply several times, he felt sort of revitalized again. Smoking was bad for ye? Nah. Logan smiled and nodded to himself.