It seems that the next century came faster than expected. Oh well. It just means you get to read this little baby sooner. Now, minions, I hope that under the direction of the High Priestesses, you used Valentine's Day to spread Rogan around you. I would be very disappointed otherwise, since I did write this mostly on that day (yeah, what can I say, I don't have a significant other at the moment). Anyway, revel in this, minions! This is what you all hoped I would write last time! Muahahahahaha!
The motorcycle slowly rolled to a stop at the end of the dirt path.
"It's here. Get off, Marie. Look around."
The teenager slowly got off the motorcycle and took off her helmet. She took a few steps, eyes roving across the surroundings. Truly, nature was beautiful. The trees were tall and proud—so much like Logan, she chuckled mentally—but they soon gave way to high shrubbery before changing to a sandy shore. Beyond it, the lake stretched on, a big expanse of dark blue water. A slight breeze ran through her hair, ruffling it as easily as it did the surface of the lake.
A large smile bloomed on her face. She twirled around, watching Logan get the supplies out of the baggage holder.
Pink tainted her cheeks as he approached her calmly. She averted her eyes to her feet as she shucked her shoes and bent her toes in the sand. Logan stopped next to her, put the beers down, and handed her her soft drink. She took a careful sip as he uncorked a bottle and took a large gulp. She thanked him bashfully and, acting before she could change her mind, clenched her eyes shut as she landed a soft kiss on the feral male's cheek.
Logan smirked and took her chin in his fingers, bending over her with flashing eyes.
"If you want to thank me, here's the right way to do it," he growled before taking her lips forcefully. He kissed her hungrily, urging their tongues in a fiery dance that warmed the girl more than any drink ever could, and only let her go to admire his hard work. Her lips were red and swollen, but her eyes were alight with stars.
"That's the way you do it," he murmured huskily in her ear, causing her to become beet red.
With a smirk, he took another gulp of his beer and licked his lips, growling seductively that this was the best combination ever. Rogue joined him as he sat down and observed the lake.
"Ah didn't think you would bring me to such a place," she said as she sat down.
Logan looked amused.
"Didn't seem like a place I would be found in, eh? Well, I guess that's different from smoky bars and dingy hotels. Still, nature is more relaxing than most things. Except maybe cigars and alcohol."
Rogue chuckled at his words. Somehow, that wasn't surprising.
"Don't forget I'm a predator, baby girl. I'm most at ease in the wild. Hunting is such a great way to pass time and get my blood roaring in my ears," he said with a lazy grin, looking far into the distance.
She sure wouldn't forget that. If she had to catalogue people into herbivores and carnivores, she was pretty sure he'd be high up in the carnivores list.
He finished his beer and lay down in the sand calmly, hands behind his head. He closed his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips, but Rogue's gaze never wavered from his content form as she sipped her soft drink. This was nice. Calm, just…so at ease. She liked that comfortable silence.
She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes before looking down at her can of soda and then glancing at him once again. She licked her lips. The drink was sweet. And now she wanted something different. Something bitter but reassuring. Something more like…
Her gaze strayed once again, and this time, her eyes wandered all cross Logan's body. Her torso slowly bent forward over his and she pressed her hands in the sand on either side of him. Then she slowly bent down, slowly, slowly, until her hair made a curtain around them and her lips brushed against his. They were hot, soft and pliant under her touch, and as they opened, she was given access to his mouth. Surprisingly, he didn't move and let her lead in whichever direction she wanted. She kept the kiss slow and tender, and it did convey every last ounce of her emotions and feelings for him. She showed him how much she cared for him, how much he meant to her. How much she wanted to be his and him to be hers.
However, it seemed Logan had different plans.
"Marie," he managed to growl, "you're pushing my patience."
Surprised, the young girl leaned back a little, trying to understand him.
"Girl, you're practically begging me to take you right here and now," he explained, tension coursing through his body as he visibly restrained himself. "If you were anybody else, I'd have you already down under me and panting my name without a thought to whoever may see us."
She became crimson and slowly looked down his body. She inhaled sharply as she saw the obvious proof of his words. If she had pressed her body against his, she would have felt it long before now. With a rather becoming blush, she straddled his waist and settled against his crotch.
"This should be fine like this. If we don't take our clothes off, there's nothing to see."
His muscles strained; a vein pumped loudly on his neck. He threw his head back, clenching his teeth, and balled his hands into fists at his sides to make sure he wouldn't touch her. She would be the one in charge this time. He wouldn't have her run away from him. Not now, not ever. Not as long as he lived.
Rogue bit her lip and pressed a little more firmly against Logan's hard member. Even through their clothes, the friction felt amazing. She looked at his face as it contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure and found herself wanting to make those lips part. She wanted to hear his voice. She bent down, put her lips at his ear, and murmured, "Ah want to hear you, Logan. Ah want to hear it all."
And then she undulated her hips.
A strangled groan escaped the man's lips at the movement. He threw his head to the side, clenching his eyes harder as he breathed deeply through his nose.
"Marie…" he warned, the sound changing into a guttural moan as she rubbed against his manhood.
She didn't heed his warning and brushed her lips against his exposed neck, all the while continuing to rub against him.
"Ah like nature too, Logan…And Ah think Ah'll like it even more now…" she murmured in pleasure, lost in the sensations she took from him.
His hips bucked against hers at the seductive tone before he managed to control himself again. That, however, caused the girl's eyes to sparkle. A moment later, she rolled her hips, gnawing on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. It was hard, but she wanted to hear him much more. Sensing him shudder beneath her, hearing him moaning thanks to her ministrations…it gave her a feeling of power, of wholesomeness. This man, this was the very epitome of maleness, was hers, and he was giving himself up to pleasure she was inducing in him.
She suckled hard on his neck; she wanted to mark him. He was hers. He was hers, and everyone would know it. His skin was slightly salty as she sucked and nipped at it. It made it all the more real, and somehow she got heady with his masculine scent.
Her hips undulated; her breasts pushed on his toned torso. A zing of pleasure coursed through her; her back arched, she let go of his neck to pant a heady moan. That did it for Logan. No matter the restraint he may have, to have her panting his name in lust, coupled by the scent of her arousal made his feral side react that much quicker.
His arms came around her to hold her against his chest, and one of his hands trailed down to her pants to snake into her panties. Marie shuddered atop him and gripped his coat with trembling hands as he slipped a finger in her and rolled her clit with the pad of his thumb. The delightful little moans she uttered made his length become steely in his pants and he knew he wouldn't last long. His blood was pounding in his ears already.
"Come for me, sweet girl," he growled in her ear. "I want to see you unravel in front of me and piece you back together to do it again. And again. And. Again."
He punctuated his last words with a sharp nip at her left ear, reveled in the shudder that shook her small frame, and pinched her clit.
Rogue came with a cry, her body tensing in pleasure as her world became white. She found herself sprawled atop Logan when she came to a moment later. The damn man was not even panting and had the gall to look at her with a smirk as he lapped her essence off his fingers.
Blushing crimson, she lightly slapped him on the chest, muttering to him to stop that because it was embarrassing. She hid her face in his chest as he laughed, putting an arm around her. He looked at the darkening sky with a small smile. In the end, the day had been good.
It was night by the time they returned to the mansion. By that time, they would have expected everyone to be in their bedroom, but there was one person who was waiting for them.
"At long last, mutt. I hope for you that you didn't put a single scratch on my bike."
Despite the scathing words, Logan merely rolled his eyes. For once, he was in a too good mood to be riled up so easily. Sensing it, Scott paid close attention to the couple. Of course, Rogue's rosy tint to her cheeks, their mussed hair and happy glow could be from simply going out, but somehow, he doubted that. Even without Logan's keen nose, he could tell something was different.
Gritting his teeth, he shook his head. There were things more important that he needed to tell him.
"The Professor asked me to tell you he is waiting for you in his office," he said, turning to go back indoors. He stopped mere feet from the door. "Oh, and Logan? If this is just all a game to you and she ends up crying, I'll kill you, ally or not."
He left without another glance. His job was done.
Logan's eyes remained trained on the door; he didn't turn to look at Rogue who was scrutinizing him.
"What an idiot," he finally exhaled. "Well, looks like Wheels is waiting for me. I hope it won't be long."
The teenager nodded calmly.
"Ah'll make myself a cup of hot chocolate then I'll go to bed. Um…see you then."
The flustered girl disappeared in the dark bowels of the school while her older companion headed straight for the headmaster's office. He didn't bother to knock, knowing the man was aware of his presence.
"What is it, Wheels? Can't whatever it is wait until tomorrow?" he asked grouchily.
The professor smiled his usual gently smile; Logan hated it when he acted all gentle and patriarchal like that. He didn't like him acting like a father figure.
"Yes, it could have, but I figured you'd prefer to know this as soon as possible. I may have found a link to your past."
Aaaaand…Cut! Thank you all for your hard work, see you next time!