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Logan watched as Rogue pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt then started to dress. Pulling off his new flannel shirt, Rogue didn't seem the least bit self-conscious to be standing in front of him naked. She met his gaze and gave him a seductive smile, his eyebrow quirking sharply at the playful expression in her eyes. As Rogue pulled on her panties then reached for her bra, Logan wondered briefly how he'd managed to stay away from her as long as he had.

He continued to watch her until she was fully dressed then he turned his attention to the next order of business. Logan moved into the bathroom and grabbed the cotton long johns he'd worn the night before and had washed out that morning then walked back into the bedroom and stuffed them into his bag. His eyes met Marie's briefly as he surveyed the room for anything else they might have left.

Rogue watched him as he walked to the foot of the bed they'd shared the night before. She strained her neck a little to see what he was staring at so intently but it wasn't until he lifted up her torn nightgown that she saw what it was. A slight flush rose to her cheeks as she remembered Logan slicing the gown open then slowly revealing her body to his heated gaze.

Logan wrapped the garment around his hand then turned to Rogue. "Can I keep this?"

"Why would ya want that?" Rogue questioned with a quirk of her brow, her tone conveying her impression of him at the moment, basically that she thought he was crazy for asking.

"I want to always remember last night," he told her tenderly before a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, "besides it might come in handy."

"Suit yaself, sugah," Rogue returned flirtatiously.

Taking the shredded nightgown, Logan stuffed that into his bag as well before hefting it onto his shoulder and turning to Rogue. "You ready to start home?"

"Ah'm already home, Logan. Home is where the heart is and now that Ah'm with ya, Ah'm home."

Logan dropped his bag on the bed and crossed the distance between them in two steps. "C'mere," he said pulling her into a tight hug. "I don't know what I did without ya, darlin'."

"Ah know what ya did without me and Ah'll bet yer hand must be pretty tired by now," Rogue returned with a honey sweet twang.

"Well I'm certainly tired of it," Logan admitted freely with a shake of his head. "C'mon, the sooner we get started the faster the day will go and the sooner we can stop and send the night somewhere."

"Why Ah declare, ya dirty old man," Rogue teased with a smile.

"That's right, kid," Logan returned wolfishly, taking her by the arm and pulling her toward the door. "Let's get it on."

Rogue giggled as they headed outside and packed their things on the back of Scott's motorcycle. Within a few minutes they climbed on the bike and with Rogue holding him tightly around the waist, they started the long trip back to Westchester.

As Logan pulled out of the motel parking lot, Rogue spread her fingers out across his chest and leaned against his back with a contented sigh.

The couple drove in silence for several hours before Logan pulled into a small town and stopped at a fairly clean looking diner.

"What're we stoppin' fer?" Rogue asked as he killed the engine.

"I don't know about you but I'm starving," he returned with an adoring smile. "Aren't you hungry?"

A coy tint colored Rogue's eyes. "Ah've been hungry since the first time Ah laid eyes on ya."

Logan's muscles tightened just from the tone of her voice. "I'm talking about food here, Marie," he admonished lightly.

"So's Ah," she teased sweetly. "If ya'll recall Ah's starvin' when ya found me in yer trailer. Ah hadn't eaten in more than a day."

Shaking his head, Logan helped her off the motorcycle then took her hand in his as they walked toward the restaurant. He led her toward a booth in the back but this time they sat side by side rather than across from each other, their thighs touching lightly and their fingers still intertwined.

"Afternoon," a short, bulky waitress greeted with a broken toothed grin as she handed them a pair of menus. "Can I start you with a drink?"

"Just water for now," Logan returned with a dismissive glance at the woman.

"I'll give you a few minutes to decided," the waitress offered before moving away.

Turning back toward Rogue, Logan leaned into her a little more and propped his head on her shoulder, looking at the menu she was studying rather than opening his own. "What looks good?" he asked his breath hot against her ear.

Rogue shivered slightly as she closed her eyes and sighed at the rich, seductive sound of his voice. After a beat she opened her eyes and turned her head enough to be able to look at him. "Nothin' looks as good as you," she responded breathlessly.

Logan lifted his hand to her knee then slid it slowly up her thigh. "Even so we need to keep up our strength." Looking at her loving expression and her slightly parted lips, his old friend frustration returned with a vengeance. Here he was sitting with the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, touching her suggestively on the thigh and he couldn't even kiss her. At that moment he wanted it more than anything, even more than being able to make love to her, to just be able to lean down and brush his lips against hers.

"Have you decided yet?" the woman asked, placing two glasses of water on the table in front of them.

"We'll take two hamburger baskets and a couple of sodas," Logan ordered without taking his eyes off Rogue.

The waitress' eyes widened at the exchange between the couple. "I'll have that out shortly," she stated before leaving them alone.

By now Rogue's hand had descended on Logan's knee. Her fingers took a similar journey up his leg, the muscles in his thigh tightening more the higher her caress went.

Logan swallowed hard as Marie's hand stopped just short of being able to graze his crotch with the tips of her fingers. His body already starting to respond to her touch, Logan reluctantly removed his hand from her leg then removed hers as well, their fingers once again twining together.

"How long d'ya think it'll take t' get home?" Rogue asked just to say something.

"Four or five days probably," Logan returned with a slight shrug. "Depends on how far we want go each day and how early we get started."

"Or how early we stop," Rogue said suggestively.

"That too," Logan agreed with a nod as their eyes locked again. "It's not like we're in much of a hurry."

"That's true," she responded in a hoarse whisper, biting lightly on her lower lip as Logan continued to stare at her longingly.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked her.

Rogue shrugged one shoulder weakly. "It ain't really that Ah wanna stop, Ah just miss bein' able t' see yer face and talk t' ya while we're drivin'." A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Although Ah do love hangin' on t' ya on the bike."

"Here you are, kids," the waitress said suddenly, placing the burgers on their table. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No thank ya," Rogue responded nicely, looking at the woman for the first time.

Logan squeezed her hand lightly to draw her attention again. "I'll tell you what. I know a town a couple hours away from here. We'll go that far then stop for the day, okay?"

"Whatever ya say, sugah," she replied sweetly.

They unwillingly released their clutched hands and started to eat, their eyes locked on each other's almost continuously. Despite Rogue's objection that she couldn't talk to him while riding on the motorcycle, they didn't talk much then either. Within half an hour they finished eating, paid their bill and started again down the road.

An hour into the trip Rogue started to get bored so she let her fingers start a little exploration. Sliding her hands up Logan's torso she started up just under his collarbone, her fingers splayed as they studied each sinewy line.

Soon her hands moved down fully to his chest, she could feel the tightness of his nipples even through his shirts and her gloves. Rogue's hands cupped his pectoral muscles and she felt a halting breath leave his lungs. With a smile she let her hands dip lower, slowly defining each section of his washboard stomach with the tips of her fingers until they grazed the sensitive area above his belt.

"Marie," Logan's ragged growl was loud enough to hear even through the wind and the material of the helmet.

With a heavy sigh Rogue returned her hands to a higher position on his body and shifted slightly behind him. The next couple of hours were going to be hard.

They pulled into the town Logan had mentioned about three in the afternoon and he proceeded to a cheap but clean motel he'd used several times before. Rogue accompanied him to the office to get a room and they had barely opened the door when the old, haggard man behind the counter rose from his stool with a toothless smile.

"Wolverine," he greeted excitedly, "welcome, son, welcome."

"Gage," Logan returned kindly. "You got a room for us?"

The man looked from Logan to the young woman behind him, his eyebrows lifting slightly at the sight. "That's a pretty thing you got there, Wolv, and you know I've always got a room for the best damn fighter on the planet," Gage concluded with a grin as he looked through his registration book. "Are you stayin' long?"

"Probably just over night," Logan responded, looking over his shoulder at Rogue.

"Is that all?" Gage asked, obviously disappointed. "You're gonna fight tonight aren't ya? I ain't seen a good fight since the last time you's here. I know they're lots a men been waiting for ya to come back through."

Rogue could see how much the old man was looking forward to seeing Logan fight and she could tell how much Logan wanted to tell him he was going to. "Course he's fightin' t'night," she answered for him.

Logan gave her a thankful grin before turning back to Gage. "What do I owe you?"

Gage shook his head. "Watching you work tonight will be payment enough, Wolv. Here's your keys, you kids have a nice stay and I'll see you tonight."

"Thanks, Gage," Logan said almost gently, reaching out to shake the man's hand.

"Bye," Rogue threw over her shoulder as Logan pulled her from the office. "What a nice old guy."

Logan nodded as he moved the bike toward the front of the room, Rogue walking beside him. "He's always treated me well."

"How long've ya known him?" she asked with intense interest as Logan unlocked the door and gestured her inside.

"About nine years," Logan returned as he dropped their bags to the floor, kicked off his shoes then wrapped his arms around Marie from behind, pulling her back tightly against him. Holding her with his left arm, his right hand began to wander up toward her breasts.

Rogue caught his wrist and pulled his hand to a stop before turning in his arms to face him. "It's mah turn," she insisted firmly, staring heatedly into his eyes. Logan was about to ask her what she was talking about when she started pushing the leather jacket off his shoulders. He shrugged to aid her in the task then watched her as she bent her head down and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

She had barely pushed the flannel garment off his shoulders when his body started to respond to her. Rogue's gloved-hands splayed out over the tank shirt he still had on as she drew her hands down his torso. When she reached his waist she took hold of the undershirt and pulled the tails out from where they were tucked in before pulling it up his body to reveal his naked chest. Rogue licked her lips, wishing that she could kiss the skin stretched tight across his rippling muscles.

Once the shirt was over his head, Rogue dropped the garment before lowering her hands to his shoulders. Logan pulled in a ragged breath at the feel of the silky material covering her hands as they explored his torso once again. Rogue's fingers traced the lines of his body, smiling each time Logan shuddered or growled. As she continued moving down his body, he actually moaned when her hands danced across the sensitive area above his belt.

Rogue stopped at the sound, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. Logan's eyes were closed but the expression on his face spoke volumes. Biting lightly on her lower lip, her hands moved again as they undid the large belt at his waist. Just below where she was working Rogue could see his pants tightening in the crotch. When she finally released the belt, she gently unbuttoned the top of his jeans then slowly started to ease the zipper down over hard, throbbing flesh.

This time when Rogue looked up at him, Logan was watching her, his eyes full of desire and wanting. She smiled at him sweetly as she slipped her hands into his jeans at the hips and started to push. Rogue was extra gentle until the garment was passed his swollen cock then she pushed them more forcefully down his legs. Logan kicked them the rest of the way off quickly then returned to his motionless stance in the middle of the room. He swallowed hard as he noticed Rogue staring at his bulge.

Closing the distance between them again, Rogue knelt down in front of him, her hands grabbing his ankles and moving slowly upward, exploring his lower body as she had his upper. The hair on Logan's legs started standing on end as her fingers teased the muscles in his thighs, his gluts straining as he fought not to buck his hips into her face.

Finally she rose to her feet but she wasn't quite finished yet he realized when she stepped forward and reached around him, her hands firmly grabbing his ass. Logan jerked slightly then moaned as his erection pushed into Marie's stomach. She pulled back then, looking up to meet his gaze as her hand slipped around to cup him through his underwear. He tried not to move but when she squeezed him lightly he couldn't stop it.

Rogue slowly shifted her gaze from his face down his body until she was looking again at his straining cock. Finally she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and started to pull gently until her reward popped out. Ever so slowly she reached out and ran a feather light touch from base to tip.

Logan's knees buckled and he nearly hit to floor with the contact but he managed to remain standing using all of his control.

"Are ya awl right, Logan?" Rogue asked, her voice on the verge of tears she was so concerned.

"I just need to sit down," Logan stated in a rough, shaky voice as he made his way past her to the bed.

Moving slowly Rogue sat down beside him, a guilty expression on her face and tears gleaming in her eyes. "Did Ah hurt ya?"

"Oh, darlin', you didn't hurt me," he assured her quickly. "You are driving me crazy though."

After a moment's consideration, Rogue smiled seductively. "Ah ain't even started," she told him, pushing his shoulders gently, prompting him to lay back on the bed.

Logan did as he was instructed and lowered his back to the saggy mattress beneath him. Almost immediately he felt Rogue's gloved hands on him again, one wrapping firmly around his cock while the other cupped his balls lightly. The rumbling growl that escaped his lips was quite possibly the most exhilarating sound Rogue had ever heard.

"Ya like that don't ya, Logan?" Rogue questioned in a throaty little tone as her hand slid slowly up his length then quickly back down.

"Yes," came the breathless response.

After a few strokes, Rogue switched it around, going up quickly and down slowly. "D'ya like that better?"

"No!"

"Tell me how ya want it, Logan," Rogue instructed in a commanding tone. She actually knew a lot of the things that he liked, being that he'd been in her head, but at the same time it was different. Rogue was still inexperienced and in her quest to please him, she wanted to hear him tell her what to do. "Tell me how ya want me t' touch ya."

"Harder," Logan nearly shouted, every muscle in his hard body tensed with his building passion.

"Like this?" Rogue asked slowly, tightening her hold on his still expanding cock.

"Yes," he replied with a contented growl. "Faster," he ordered next.

Rogue shook her head slowly from side to side. "Ah wan' it t' last, Logan."

It had been quite a while since Logan had been with a woman, not to mention a woman that he actually cared about. The thought that it was Marie, the woman he'd been drawn to since he first laid eyes on her in a smoke filled, fight club bar, that was making him pant and whither with her touch was really speeding things along. Logan had started moving his hips a few moments ago and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer and he didn't want to. "Please, Marie," he begged for the first time he could remember. "Faster, please."

Unwilling to ignore his plea, Rogue increased the speed with which she pumped him and was immediately rewarded with a series of moans and whimpers. She never would have expected the latter from Logan but she'd heard it with her own ears. Rogue chewed on her lower lip as she watched Logan's body reacting to her touch, his hips lifting high off the bed as he pushed himself into her hand, his stomach muscles fluttering as the rest of his muscles tensed, his eyes rolling back in his head. His vocal responses were also getting louder and more urgent as her gloved hand slid up and down his thick, rock-hard member.

"Yer so beautiful," Rogue whispered tenderly, continuing her efforts despite the burning in her arm from the exertion.

Hearing Marie's soft declaration broke down the last of Logan's control. With a primal howl, his entire body tensed becoming as rigid as his penis when Rogue pulled him over the edge into ecstasy. The smell of his own cum assaulted his nostrils and he breathed in the scent knowing that it was because of Marie, it had never smelled sweeter.

After a moment Logan was finally able to open his eyes and immediately noticed that Rogue was still positioned beside him on the bed, a cascade of brown and white hair obscuring her face from him. What was clear however, was the gentle shaking of her shoulders and the sound of small puffs of air escaping her nose. Logan quickly sat up and reached for her arm. "Marie, are you crying?"

Rogue shook her head then ever so slowly turned to face him, the sound of her laughter growing in volume.

Logan's brows wrinkled in confusion when he realized she was laughing, at least until she completed her turn and he saw the cum splattered on her face.

"Ah wadn't expectin' that jus' then," she admitted innocently, trying to blow her hair away from her face, which was stuck in the thick white fluid. Both of her gloves were covered as well so they would be little help.

All Logan could do was stare, his body starting to tighten again at the sight of his fluid covering her face and hands. He watched as she rose from the bed and started across the room.

"Logan?" Rogue called over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom.

"Yeah, darlin'?" he returned distractedly, watching her strip off her gloves as she walked.

Rogue paused in the doorway and looked back at him with a questioning expression. "Did Ah do awl right?"

Moving from the bed with the grace of a panther, Logan was across the room in a second, his hands falling onto her shoulders. "You did better than all right, Marie. That was amazing."

Smiling self-consciously at the compliment, Rogue tilted her head toward the bathroom. "Ah think Ah'll take a shower unless ya wanna go first."

Logan tried to keep the smile off his face as he looked into Rogue's cum-smeared one. "You go ahead, baby. I think you need it more than I do."

"Ah won't be long," she promised before she turned and entered the bathroom leaving the door open behind her.

>From the doorway Logan watched as she stripped down to nothing but skin, his own naked body tightening in response. Knowing it was too much temptation for both of them to be undressed, Logan grabbed his jeans and pulled them on before moving into the bathroom fully. He watched Rogue shower through the nearly clear curtain while he picked up her clothes and started washing them in the sink. "Do you have another pair of gloves you can wear tonight?"

Behind him the water from the shower ceased then the curtain opened and Rogue stepped out, her usually pale skin rosy from the hot water. "Ah've got a couple pairs, although Ah think Ah should keep that pair for nights and use the others fer less messy ventures."

"Sounds like a good idea," Logan agreed disinterestedly, staring at her full breasts and sighing deeply. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"Logan," Rogue threatened with a slight twinge of fear, reaching quickly for a towel when he started toward her.

Ignoring the tremble in her voice he moved to within a few inches of her before he stopped. Logan raised both hands and reached for her, stopping millimeters from his skin touching hers, but close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.

Rogue shivered as Logan's hands slid across her body maintaining the infinitesimal distance from her deadly flesh.

Logan wanted nothing more than to rip off his jeans and sink his once again hard and throbbing cock into her. Last night he'd thought the frustration was over, he and Marie loved each other and they were together but now the frustration was even greater than it had been when he was looking for his past and she wasn't with him. Now she was with him but he still couldn't be with her; at least not completely in the way he wanted to be with her. He saw the same level of frustration in her eyes mixed with an equal degree of guilt. Logan moved his hands away from her and quickly moved back into the bedroom to grab a shirt and his gloves, which he pulled on swiftly as he rejoined her.

By the time Logan got back, Rogue had wrapped herself in a towel and was finishing his job of washing her things. He walked to the sink where she was working and pulled her back against his body, nuzzling the back of her neck, protected by her hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered tenderly.

Rogue rolled her head slowly from side to side. "It ain't yer fault, Logan," she whispered, guilt heavy in her tone.

Knowing exactly what the tone meant, Logan loosened his grip and turned her in his arms to face him. "It's not your fault either, Marie," he told her firmly.

Dropping her gaze, Rogue looked away.

"You didn't choose your mutation, Marie, none of us did. It's not your fault and I won't have you blaming yourself for it," Logan continued lovingly but in a firm tone. "We are going to beat this thing, it may take a while but I'm not going anywhere."

Rogue finally shifted her gaze back to him with eyes bright with unshed tears. "Ya promise?"

"Yeah," Logan nodded slowly, "yeah, I promise."

A smile chased the tears from Rogue's eyes as Logan gathered her once again into his arms. After a moment she pulled back and looked up to meet his gaze. "Ya better get a shower, sugah. There're countless men out there jus' waitin' fer ya t' kick their asses."

Logan had to grin at the proud look on her face even though it surprised him a little. "Thanks for lettin' me play tonight."

"Lettin' ya?" Rogue echoed in a humor-filled tone. "Ya make it sound like it was mah decision."

"It was," he nodded slowly before moving toward the shower, stripping off his clothes as he went.

Rogue hung up the last of her clothes and watched in shocked silence as Logan stepped into the shower, giving her a quick smile and a raised brow before closing the curtain and starting the water.

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