Not Mine Alone

Logan checked most of Marie's usual haunts, but failed to find her. Where does someone go post-adulterous sex? He wandered down the hallway of the classrooms, peering into each room, just in case, by chance, she may be in one of them. Instead, he came across Scott in one of the empty classrooms, sitting behind the teacher's desk casually grading papers. Hearing Logan approaching, Scott looked up - no sign of anything amiss showing on his face. Mr. Cool Fearless Leader not betraying any emotions as usual.

{Bastard!} Logan thought bitterly.

"Something I can do for you, Logan?" Scott inquired, calmly.

"I'm looking for Rogue." Logan practically spat out.

"Sorry, haven't seen her lately."

{Liar! You've seen plenty of her lately.}

Logan had to suppress all his natural animalistic urges not to gut Scott right there on the spot and leave his carcass on the front lawn as a lesson to anyone else tempted to initiate anything with his Marie. If Scott noticed Logan's quiet seething, he failed to acknowledge it. This only served to further irritate Logan, who realized he had to get away from Scott as quickly as possible before his hanging-by-a-thread restraint failed him completely. Turning around abruptly, he stalked out of the room without any further exchange.

A crude thought flashed through Logan's mind. What if Marie wasn't Scott's first affair? Or only affair, for that matter. Did Scott have a darker side he never revealed to the world? Was his Fearless Leader, always-in-control persona merely a well-crafted façade? Was it really Scott that Charles had to worry about around the mansion's young women and not Logan? Logan immediately dismissed that thought, because that would mean that Marie wasn't special and she was definitely special. No, Logan decided, Scott wasn't spreading it around beyond Marie. And where the hell was she, anyway? In her room?

No, that would be too easy, but it was the only place he hadn't checked.

The door to Marie's room was ajar and he looked in to see her sprawled across the bed casually reading a magazine. She looked calm, too. No outward signs of her recent encounter. What did he expect, a big red 'A' on her shirt, proclaiming her sin to the world? He stood there for a moment, silently watching her. God, she was beautiful. Her attire since learning to control her mutation had definitely changed to what was commonly referred to as skimpy. She was wearing a pair of shorts that clung to her firm young bottom and showed off her lovely slender legs to perfection and a spaghetti-strapped top emblazoned with Goddess across her breasts. Braless breasts that were straining against the tight material enough for him to make out the outline of her nipples. Her silky chestnut hair was falling in a curtain over one side of her face. Logan's mouth watered at the sight. Thoughts about rushing into the room and launching himself onto her were reluctantly suppressed.

{Ok, now what, dumb ass? Didn't think that far ahead, did you?}

Clearing his throat for good measure, Logan rapped his knuckles on the door. Marie glanced up from her reading and gave Logan a look that appeared to be one of irritation.

{She used to look at me with love and devotion, when did that change? How come I didn't notice when it did?}

Logan was trying to pinpoint in his mind the possible start of the affair. Why was he torturing himself like this? He didn't really want to know how long she'd been someone else's. The knife had already been inserted deep in his heart and here he was voluntarily twisting it. He didn't need anyone's help to inflict pain as he was doing a fine job all by himself.

"What, Logan?" Marie snapped.

"I didn't mean to bother you, I can come back later."

"No, it's okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. Come in," she said, softening her tone.

{Don't stand there like an idiot; get your ass in there before she changes her mind.}

Lostrostrolled in, trying to act nonchalant and sat down on the edge of the bed, just like he'd done countless times before. Tossing aside the magazine, Marie sat up and shifted so she was sitting directly beside him - again, nothing out of the ordinary from the way they'd always acted. Marie's bedroom, and more specifically, her bed, had never been an issue between them. It was just another place to sit, nothing more, nothing less. For Logan, however, the close proximity and the location were suddenly taking on a whole new meaning. He longed to push her down on the bed and make her forget Scott - make her, *his*.

He shifted nervously and cleared his throat again, at a total loss for words. Marie leaned her head on his shoulder, let out a small sigh and he almost lost it. When she casually placed her hand on his thigh, he felt himself harden. He hoped she wouldn't notice that his jeans had tightened, but Marie was never crude enough to stare directly at his crotch and it wasn't likely her hand would wander any further to the left. He was probably safe from discovery. He had to maintain control if he was to do this, had to keep the right head in charge. They sat there in silence for a few more moments. They had always enjoyed each other's quiet company, neither feeling the need for the constant chatter of conversation. Logan broke the silence first, deciding not to beat around the bush, but just to go for it. After all, he had nothing to lose at this point.

"I saw you with Scott ........ in the gym shower." Logan stated quietly, almost a whisper.