Not Mine Alone
Kisses and Confession
Colliding so hard with Logan's broad chest nearly sent Marie flying backwards into the bathroom. The only thing that stopped her from hitting the floor was Logan's quick reaction in grabbing her by the forearms. He yanker ber back up to a standing position.
Releasing his grip on her arms, he put one hand on her waist, pulled her to him, placed the other hand on the back of her head and bent down and kissed her abruptly on the mouth. Marie placed both of her hands on his chest and shoved him away roughly.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouted.
"I thought I was kissing you."
"Yes, I got that part. I meant what the hell provoked you to do that?"
"I don't know," Logan answered honestly. Why had he done something so rash?
"You think because I'm no longer a virgin, that I'm suddenly easy?" she asked with more than a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"No, no ....... It was nothing like that. I swear to God, Marie."
"Get out, Logan. Just get out of my sight."
Logan started to protest.
"OUT!" Marie ordered, pointing at the door. She glared at him for good measure.
Logan retreated backwards until he was standing in the hallway. Marie walked over to the door and slammed it shut loudly in his face. Too stunned to move, he just stood there staring incredulously at the closed door.
{Oh, yeah, that went real well. Too bad I don't have a plan B!}
Marie couldn't believe the nerve, the audacity, the assumption ....... the heat? His lips had been so hot against hers. Maybe she'd reacted too quickly. Maybe she should have enjoyed the kiss and then tossed him out for his rudeness. No, she decided, she might not have been able to stop once they started and that would've been too dangerous. Even if Logan wanted her for all the wrong reasons, she didn't know if she could resist the temptation to finally know him as a lover instead of a friend. She'd made the right decision by tossing him out on his presumptuous ass. She didn't want a quick fuck - she wanted him to make love to her. Obviously he had those urges for her - that was a good sign at least. Finally he saw her as more than just a kid - too bad his timing sucked.
Marie had to talk to someone about this mess she'd found herself in. Scott didn't want to end the affair, but why would he? His long-suppressed primal urges liked the idea of having a sexual plaything. He was getting a little too comfortable with the whole cheating business and that was bothering Marie. In his position as Leader of the X-Men, Scott had always been in such tight control, so fierce in his loyalty and dedication - beyond reproach. His corruption would cost them all dearly in the end. If things didn't change soon, they would destroy everything they both held dear - there was too much at stake, too much to risk. Marie thought of all the ramifications of discovery - all the things that would be lost or ruined, probably beyond repair - Scott's relationship with Jean, the trust of the professor and the respect of Storm. The team would be ripped apart at the very foundation and wouldn't function any longer as a solid working unit. She'd dismissed all these truths for too long in her blind need to be desired, to be needed........ to be loved.
Who could she talk to? More importantly, who could she trust? Storm. She could trust Storm she decided. Opening up her door and peering out into the hallway, Masaw saw that Logan had finally given up and left. Well, she'd just deal with Mr. Subtle later.
Marie found Storm in the kitchen fixing herself a bowl of ice cream.
"Hey, 'Ro."
"Oh, hi, Rogue. What's up?"
"Have you got a few minutes? I need your advice about something."
{First Jean, now Rogue. When did I become the mansion's resident, Dear Abby?}
"Sure, hon. Want some?" she said indicating the cartoon of ice cream, "It's chocolate peanut butter cup, one of your favorites."
"No, thanks. I already had a bowl at dinnertime. Gotta watch the figure and all that."
"I don't think you have too much to worry about on that count."
{Ok, cut the small talk, Marie and get to the point.} Marie chastised herself.
"Logan kissed me tonight." {Bombshell dropped.}
"I thought that's what you've always wanted him to do?"
{Whoa, thought nobody noticed that anymore.}
"Yes, but he kissed me for the wrong reason."
"I wasn't aware there ever could be a wrong reason for you as far as Logan was concerned." Storm let out a small laugh.
Marie just scrunched up her face. How could she explain it without giving away too many secrets? She settled on the vaguest response possible.
"Well, let's just say his timing was bad."
"Why's that? You've wanted something to happen between you two for a long time, so how can the timing possibly be bad at this particular moment?"
"It just is."
"Rogue, you have to be a little more specific if you want me to help."
{Dammit, she wants specifics. What did I expect?}
"Why can't that be enough? Why do you need some big explanation?"
"Rogue, I can't possibly offer you an opinion or any advice, if I'm not getting enough information on which to base my answer."
"I can't give you any details. I just can't."
"Can't? Or Won't?"
"Won't, I guess."
"Then I'm sorry, but I can't help you."
Getting more frustrated with each passing minute, Marie fell back on her dangerous new habit of acting without thinking first and blurted out,
"I'm having an affair with Scott, Logan found out about it and now he thinks I'm easy!"
Storm's mouth fell open. {Oh, my God - it wasn't Jean's imagination!}