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Title: Sensual
Interlude
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The characters may officially belong to Marvel,
but I think Logan and Rogue really belong to each other.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Evolution Logan and Rogue
Summary: When the
mutants decide to go into hiding, Logan takes a certain sassy Southern gal with
him.
Notes: At first I
thought Rogue belonged with Scott in the Evolution universe and it seemed as if
the creators were heading in that direction – even with Jean and Taryn thrown
into the mix. Then with the introduction of Gambit in the last episode of that
season, it appeared that Evo was going to follow the traditional Gambit/Rogue
pairing. This season, however, they seem to be ignoring that possibility. From
the episodes I’ve seen, Rogue doesn’t appear interested in Gambit at all – not
even in that ‘they’re bantering, but they really want each other’ way –
it’s just not there. The most interesting relationship Rogue has had throughout
the show has been with Logan. She’s even been favored with a smile from him,
not once, but at least three times. I
really liked their interaction in the recent episode where they had to fight
their way out of the convenience store. Anyway, this story picks up after that
event and is basically an excuse to get them alone in a motel room. See, even in the Evo universe I’m a
Logan/Rogue ‘shipper. J
Thanks and air kisses to my personal cheerleading squad:
Taryn, Heather & Terri.
Dedicated to fellow Evo fans: Megs, J. Marie, and CJ.
~
Sensual Interlude ~
After being exposed as mutants and becoming the object of a
nationwide hunt, Storm and Logan decided it was safer if the kids were split up
into smaller groups instead of staying together. Once the sub-groups were
formed and the cell-phones handed out and instructions given, everyone got
ready to set out for their assigned destinations. Logan climbed back onto his
bike and motioned for Rogue to climb on behind him. It suddenly dawned on Storm
that Logan hadn’t assigned Rogue to a group, but she didn’t have time to give
it more than just a passing thought before the bike roared off.
Logan continued driving even after nightfall and Rogue found
herself leaning against his broad back, her eyes starting to drift closed. He
tried not to think about her one small hand splayed across his stomach and the
other one that had dropped down to his thigh, not all the throbbing sensation
coursing thr his his body was strictly from the vibrations of the bike. He tried
to distract himself by joking about her not drooling on him, but then realized
from the rhythm of her breathing that she’d already fallen asleep. The threat
of an imminent thunderstorm made him decide it was probably best if they found
shelter – while he didn’t care about getting a little wet, he didn’t want her
to be uncomfortable. A couple more
miles down the road he pulled into the parking lot of a ramshackle motel. The
sudden stop jarred Rogue awake and she mumbled something sleepily as Logan got
off the bike, pulling her with him into the motel’s small office.
The clerk behind the battered desk looked disinterestedly at
Logan until he noticed the pretty young thing with him. Most of the patrons of
this particular establishment used the rooms only for an hour or so, and to the
jaded clerk this couple looked no different. Logan slapped some money down on
the counter and the clerk simply winked knowingly and reached behind him to
grab a key – words being unnecessary. As Logan slipped his arm around Rogue’s
waist and turned to steer her out of the office, the weasely-looking little man
finally spoke.
“Have fun,” he said – the lasciviousness in his voice
unmistakable.
Logan let out a low growl and contemplated teaching the guy
a lesson about assumptions, except a rather rude thought of his own had flashed
through his brain as he’d picked up the key.
Opening the door to their assigned room Logan discovered
there was only one bed – the smug little bastard in the office wasn’t exactly
subtle. If the inappropriate accommodations bothered Rogue she didn’t say
anything as she dumped her bag on the floor. Logan contemplated going back to
the office and asking for a room with two beds except Rogue had started to
strip off, which effectively stopped him. He just stood there riveted to the
spot with his mouth hanging open and eyes glazed over as her clothing started
hitting the floor. As her black lace panties dropped down to her ankles and she
stepped out of them, she announced she was going to take a shower. Logan was
still rooted to the floor as Rogue headed towards the bathroom, his jeans
uncomfortably tight as he watched her cute pale little ass sway as she
moved.
He suddenly felt very guilty about hauling her off. He’d
sensed that Storm had figured out how he felt about Rogue, which is why he’d
taken off before she’d had the chance to stop him from taking her. Even though
Rogue’s life experiences had caused her to grow up a lot faster than the other
kids at the Institute she was still, for all intents and purposes, just a child
and Logan knew what he wanted to do to her was wrong on so many levels. He was suddenly grateful her gift wasn’t
telepathy or he’d have been in big trouble.
Removing his leather jacket, he tossed it onto the chair by
the window then sat down on the bed and removed his boots and socks, then
peeled off his t-shirt, leaving him in just his faded jeans and his dog tag. He
finally surveyed the room. It was a typical roadside motel, decorated in early
tacky. The carpet was orange shag, probably installed in the 70’s and
apparently not vacuumed since. Logan would’ve bet good money that the
television on the wobbly metal cart not only didn’t get cable, but also likely
didn’t work at all. Nailed to the wall above the bed there was a painting in a
tarnished metal frame that looked as if it had been done by a five-year old and
stolen off the refrigerator of his proud parents. The battered wood dresser was covered in a layer of dust that
Logan was tempted to write his name in and the mirror above it had a large
crack running down the center. One leg of the equally beaten up nightstand was
broken and had been ‘repaired’ with a book, which upon closer inspection Logan
discovered was the requisite motel-room Bible. The bed he was parked on was
covered in a black and orange checkerboard bedspread that looked suspiciously
flammable. Of course if the place did go up in flames the furniture was already
well on its way to being firewood. The forty-nine bucks he’d paid the clerk
could’ve covered the cost of refurbishing the entire room with money left over
for a can of disinfectant. No wonder so
many teenagers preferred the back seat of their cars.
Logan tried not to dwell on the ‘no-star’ accommodations and
think about something more pleasant. Lost in a decidedly erotic daydream
starring the young woman in the bathroom, he failed to notice that she’d come
back into the main room until she spoke his name. Snapping out of the fantasy
he looked up and swallowed hard – she was standing before him wrapped in a
white threadbare towel that left more creamy skin exposed than it covered. He
followed her gaze and realized she was staring at the noticeable bulge in his
jeans. Her accelerated heartbeat, deliberately deep breaths and scent revealed
how she felt about his reaction to her. Logan stood up and Rogue’s eyes roamed
appreciatively all over his bare chest before finally rising to meet his. He
moved a step closer to her and heard her breathing hitch. She didn’t flinch at
the close proximity and he was about to reveal what he’d suspected for a while.
“How long?” he asked simply.
“How long what?” she replied, trying a little too hard to
sound as if she had no idea what he was asking, yet still making no attempt to
back away from him.
“Don’t play games with me, Rogue, you know exactly what I’m
talking about,” he said as he tentatively reached out, hoping he wasn’t wrong
which would result in him winding up a twitching pile on the floor, and ran his
hand – his bare hand – across her cheek.
“A while,” she replied as she leaned
in to his touch, long, sooty lashes giving him glimpses of her sparkling green
eyes as they rose to meet his dark ones.
He’d been right about the subtle change in her body
chemistry that his enhanced senses had detected. The current that shot through
him at the contact with her soft skin had nothing to do with her mutation.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” he asked, even though he knew
it was a stupid question.
“It’s like having mah own personal electrified fence and it
keeps everyone at bay,” she said giving him the answer he’d expected.
“Even me?” he asked, the catch in his voice surprising even
him, as he reluctantly took his hand away from her cheek.
“’Specially you,” she replied as her gaze dropped to the
floor and then shyly rose up again.
A look of pained puzzlement swept across his face which made
Rogue realize that that had come out wrong, and despite the whelwhelming fear
of rejection, she mustered up the courage to add, “Because ah want you, even
though ya think ah’m just a child and …..”
She never got the chance to finish that thought because
Logan closed the small gap between them and silenced her with a devouring
kiss. Her arms went around his neck as
he wrapped his around her body and drew her closer, the evidence of his
interest pressed firmly against her. He slid one hand down to the frayed edge
of the towel and reached under it to cup her bottom. With the other hand he
unknotted the thin fabric and pulled it away from her as she unclasped her
hands from around his neck and moved them down to undo the button of his jeans.
She eased down the zipper and then reached in to touch him, making him groan
into her mouth as she made contact with his rock hard cock.
Logan was waging an internal battle with his conscience and
rapidly losing as she stroked him and his own hands roamed over her curves. She
released her hold on his cock to push his jeans down past his hips, letting
them drop to the carpet. Because he never bothered with underwear, he was now as gloriously naked as she was. He stepped out of
the pile of faded denim and then lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his
waist. With their lips still fused together he stepped back until he felt the
bed hit his legs. Finally releasing her mouth, he looked down at her – noting
the passion-glazed eyes, and asked anyway.
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“You sure about this? Cause in about another thirty seconds
it’s gonna be too late to change your mind,” he warned in a voice thick with
pure lust.
She pressed her mouth against his ear and whispered, “Make
me yours.”
He hadn’t thought it was possible for him to get any harder,
but she’d just proved him wrong.
Growling low in his throat he turned them around and lowered her to the
bed, then let his eyes roam all over her – paying particular attention to her
perfect breasts with their begging-to-be-licked rosy tips.
“God, Rogue, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed as a faint blush
tinted her creamy skin.
“So are you,” she replied, smiling shyly, the blush
deepening.
He leaned down and brushed his tongue over first one nipple
and then the other as she whimpered and dug her fingernails into his
biceps. He nudged her legs apart, the
scent of her arousal making him crazed as he slid his fingers through the patch
of dark curls to discover she was already wet. He stroked his fingers over her,
and then raising onist ist finger to his mouth he sampled the taste of her
before leaning down and using his tongue to duplicate the path his fingers had
just traced. Rogue’s legs fell open wider and she clutched handfuls of the ugly
bedspread as Logan swirled ton tongue over her, alternating between slow,
teasing licks and gentle sucks as she bucked against him. He reached up and
covered her breasts with his large hands, massaging them gently as she wriggled
and moaned. Arching her back off the bed and pushing herself against his mouth
even harder, she cried out his name as the orgasm shot through her. After a
final ‘cleansing’ lick, Logan trailed a path of moist kisses up her trembling
body until his mouth was pressed up ast est ear.
“Darlin’, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Rogue just let out a breathy sigh. She tipped her head back
and Logan, unable to resist the pale column of her exposed throat, leaned down
and gently nipped at the creamy skin, then soothed over the tiny wound with a
quick lash of his tongue. He’d never really gotten close enough to her before
to notice that she smelled faintly of vanilla and he inhaled deeply, enveloping
himself in the sweet scent. Most of the women he’d been with had felt the need
to soak themselves in five-dollars-a-gallon perfume, which overwhelmed his
enhanced sense of smell and usually left him with a brief, but nasty
nonetheless, headache. He appreciated that Rogue understood the art of
subtlety. And while he liked the hint of vanilla, he was eager to mark her with
his scent.
Rogue was now exploring his chest with her small hands –
tracing the outline of his pectoral muscles and combing her fingers through the
dark hair, so he rolled over onto his back and her mouth replaced her hands.
Logan watched as she dusted his chest with tickling kisses and then began to
follow the path of hair that went in a line from his chest down to his cock. He
didn’t want to push for a blowjob, but wasn’t about to stop her if she volunteered.
Propping himself up on his elbows he watched as she ran her fingers over the
swollen head and then wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. She glanced up
and gave him a shy smile before licking at the drop of pre-come that had leaked
out. Logan let out a sharp hiss at the contact and pushed himself against her
lips. She took the hint, opened her mouth and took him inside. Resisting the
urge to grab her head and shove himself down her throat, he let her set the
pace of alternating licks and sucks of just the head. He reached down and moved
her hand down his shaft to cup his balls, releasing a groan to let her know it
felt good. When he raised his hips and gave a slight thrust she took him into
her mouth a little further.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “You’re doing great, baby.”
Encouraged by his compliment, Rogue sucked a little harder
and that extra pressure sent Logan over the edge. Without time for a warning,
except for an ‘Oh, Jesus!’ he filled her mouth with warm salty fluid, and
reacting better than he’d expected, she swallowed quickly. As she released him
from her mouth she watched in fascination as his healing factor kicked in and
he immediately grew hard again. Logan
cocked an eyebrow at her and gave her a naughty grin, which made her blush
again.
He gently pushed her onto her back and putting his hands
under her knees he spread her legs apart then maneuvered himself between them.
“Ah’m on the ‘No babies fah me’ Depo shot, so we’re good ta
go.”
Flashing her a sexy grin he used his fingers to open her up
and entered her with one solid thrust, penetrating her easier than he’d
anticipated. She raised her hips and dug her heels into his buttocks to urge
him into her even deeper. He obliged and sheathed himself to the hilt then
pulled out halfway and plunged back in again – repeating that motion until he’d
established a steady rhythm.
Trying not to put all of his considerable weight on her, he
supported himself on his arms as he rocked into her – the motion making the
hair on his chest brush over her rosy nipples. She moaned and writhed beneath
him as he buried his face in her neck and panted as he strained to hold back –
wanting this to last as long as possible. He felt her pulsate around his cock
as she sighed something that could’ve been his name except that he’d
momentarily forgotten what that was. All coherent thought had apparently left
the building right along with his morals.
“Rogue,” he murmured back, grateful he’d at least remembered
her name even if his own had temporarily escaped him.
“Logan,” she moaned more audibly – yeah, now he remembered,
that was his name.
As they undulated together Logan slid his right hand up her
calf, behind her knee, along her thigh and over the soft curve of her hip and
all the way up her side until he cupped her breast – filling his palm with the
generously-sized mound, he rubbed his thumb over her nipple in feather-touch
circles.
“Hmmmm.” Escaped
from Rogue’s pouty little mouth and Logan covered it with his own, licking at
the seam of her lips until she parted them, granting him access beyond. Her
small tongue greeted his and they sensuously caressed each other, the taste of
their intimate ‘flavors’ spicy and heady.
For someone who’d been kissed only once before, Rogue certainly was a
natural. Logan broke away only long
enough to catch his breath before reclaiming her lips for another heated kiss.
He’d never been much into kissing, having considered it to be even more
intimate than the actual sex act itself, but he welcomed that level of intimacy
with Rogue.
He felt the tremble flutter through her and knew she was
close to the edge, his tenuous grip on his own
control precipitously slipping. Their hands and mouths were everywhere, with
steam rising from every pore and the pace becoming more frantic as they hurtled
towards mutual release. Each screamed the other’s name as they fell off the
edge simultaneously, the white-hot heat
engulfing them. They were both literally shaking as they came down from their
shattering orgasms, neither of them able to make any sound other than the
gulping noises as they tried to catch their breath. Finally feeling somewhat
composed, Logan pulled out, sat up and took off his dog tag then slipped it
over Rogue’s head. He snuggled her against the solid wall of his chest,
enveloping her in his muscular arms, and reveling in the smell of their
co-mingled scents, whispered one simple word as his eyes slid shut – “Mine.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
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