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One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train	By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Marie Views: 16062 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train
Author: Karen
E-mail: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters are owned by Marvel and Fox. This story is not intended to infringe on those rights.
Category: Romance, Angst.
Feedback: Second only to ice cream.
Summary: Set one year after the movie and Logan is still away, searching for his past. Rogue meanwhile has learned to control her mutation. Then something happens and Rogue runs away. To find out what, you�ll just have to read it, won�t you?
Warning: I've written another story depicting a sexy, lustful Scott. If this is something you couldn't possibly imagine, under any circumstances, this story's probably not for you. Yes, I know this is the second story I've written that initially pairs Rogue with Scott, but I swear I'm a Logan/Rogue 'shipper - honestly. I'm just trying to cause some trouble, and I use Scott as an angst tool the way other authors use Jean to come between our favorite couple. After all, why should Jean and Logan have all the fun? Also, I believe, that of all the guys who inhabit Rogue's world, only Scott would pose any real competition for Logan.

Second Warning: NastybitchyJean ahead - is there any other kind?

Notes: This was my one and only attempt to write Rogue's southern drawl. The title of this fic was inspired by Soul Asylum's Runaway Train.

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

CHORUS

Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it

CHORUS

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

Chapter One: Good News And Bad Reactions

Rogue had been at The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters for a year. One whole year since Logan had promised to take care of her and then promptly vanished, leaving her with nothing but a dull ache in her heart and a sliver of adamantium on a chain. If the metal hadn't been virtually indestructible, Rogue surely would have worn off the name "Wolverine" and the numbers 458-25-243 from the constant rubbing of her fingertips over the inscription. The Professor had allowed her to move into Logan's room. She'd cried herself to sleep those first few weeks, contemplated following him the next few weeks and eventually settled into a quiet pining disposition. Jubilee and Kitty attempted to integrate her into the social life of the mansion, but her untouchable skin and the vacuum created by Logan's absence combined to make her withdrawn and sullen most of the time.

The only time she showed any brief flashes of happiness were during the weekly phone calls from Logan, which were almost immediately followed by hours of overwhelming grief because he wasn't there in person. The Professor was tempted to contact Logan and request that he break contact with the young girl in hopes that the bond they had would have time to weaken, but decided that tactic would probably do more harm than good.

After months of watching Rogue slip further away, the Professor decided to increase the efforts to find a solution to her seemingly uncontrollable mutation. Consulting with preeminent psychobiologists to determine if Rogue's mutation could be regimented through the study and application of psychodynamics, the Professor was finally able to offer Rogue the first real hope since she ran away from Mississippi.

Months of therapy and 'practice' would be required he informed her, with no absolute guarantee of positive results. When she accepted the opportunity, the Professor was relieved. The number of volunteers that stepped forward to offer their assistance was overwhelming. Carefully considering the 'gifts' that Rogue may absorb during practice sessions, the Professor decided that only a couple of mutants would be safe enough to qualify to help. Kitty was one of them and had bravely allowed Rogue to practice on her. The Professor had also allowed her to practice on him a couple of times, giving her the temporary 'gift' of telepathy.

With guidance and encouragement from the Professor, and countless hours of practice, eight months later Rogue had finally had a miraculous breakthrough - she had achieved full control and she could finally touch and be touched.

Rogue celebrated by accepting the Professor's generous offer to purchase a new wardrobe and she, Jubilee and Kitty had a plan to hit the mall with a vengeance right after Jubilee's last class of the day.

Having an hour to kill before Jubilee would be free, Rogue decided it was time to call Logan and share the good news. She was so excited as she dialed his cell phone. At first she thought she'd gotten a wrong number when a female voice answered.

"Is this Logan's phone?" she asked, cautiously.

"Who?" said the voice on the other end.

"I meant Wolverine. Is this the Wolverine's phone?" Rogue clarified.

"Oh, yeah. Well, he's in the shower right now, but I can give him a message, 'cause I'm gonna join him in a minute." The voice informed Rogue, with a giggle.

Ugh! Rogue thought. "Just tell him to call Rogue." And with that she quickly hung up. Well, apparently Logan wasn't hurting for company. How lucky for him Rogue thought bitterly.

Logan didn't return the call for forty-five minutes and by that time Rogue was quietly stewing, as she imagined the scenario that had kept him occupied.

"Hey, kiddo. You called?" he asked casually.

"Yeah, like an hour ago," Rogue snapped before she had a chance to think.

"Sorry. I was ..........kinda busy," he said awkwardly.

{Ah'll just bet ya were.} Aloud she said, "Ah was just excited to tell you mah big news, that's all. Logan, Ah've had a breakthrough. Ah can control mah mutation and not just for short bursts, either, but for as long as ah want. Isn't that great?"

"That's wonderful, kid. I'm really happy for you."

He said it without any emotion, like he'd just been told she'd had her wisdom teeth removed. He sounded nonchalant, like he didn't care and Rogue was absolutely devastated.

Just then the familiar giggly female voice from earlier could be heard in the background.

"Wolverine, get your fine ass back in this bed right now, ya big stud," she commanded.

"Listen, kid. I gotta go. Real good news, though. Thanks for sharing it with me."

"Sure, Logan," she began, "Er, have fun." {Oh, God, why did ah say that?}

Rogue clicked off before Logan had a chance to say anything else, or Lord forbid she heard his bedmate whine again. She then promptly burst into tears. When Jubilee and Kitty came by to get her, so they could go to the mall, Rogue was still crying. Between choked sobs, she repeated the conversation she'd had with Logan, including the part about his *company*. Both of her friends hugged her tightly and between calling Logan some unprintable names, reassured their friend that it wasn't the end of the world.

Rogue wiped her eyes. "Ah guess Ah was expecting him to tell me he was on his way home. That he wanted to take me in his arms and kiss me forever. Ah always thought he'd never tried anything because of mah skin and the fact that ah wasn't legal. Now neither one of those things is an issue anymore, and he's still not interested. Ah just have to face the fact that he just doesn't want me - period."

"Then the man's a fool. A stupid, blind fool," Jubilee said.

"He doesn't deserve you, Rogue. You're too good for him anyway," Kitty added.

"Ah've wasted a year of mah life pining for a man who hasn't given me a second thought. Ah'm the one who's the fool."

"Chica, there are plenty of guys around here who'd love to date you," Jubilee informed her.

"Jubes, it's a little hard to go back to boys after Logan. That'll be like being allowed to dine at the world's finest restaurant everyday and then one day someone tells ya, sorry, but it's back to White Castle for ya now."

"Hey, I happen to like White Castle, thank-you-very-much," Jubilee declared.

"You would," Kitty replied, "Anyway, Rogue was just trying to make an analogy."

"Yes, Kitty. I got that," Jubilee stated, then to Rogue she said, "Look, chica, nobody says you have to go back to White Castle, okay? You could try...I don't know...The Lone Star, for example." Mentioning one of the nicer steak houses in Westchester.

"The best we have around here as far as available guys, is a Denny's," Rogue chuckled.

"Mr. Summer's is a Lone Star kinda guy," Kitty offered.

"Cyclops!" Rogue and Jubilee shouted at once.

"Well, he's a man and he's definitely not in the White Castle or Denny's league," Kitty continued.

"That's true. The man is a fine example of beefcake. I've seen him workout. Not too shabby," Jubilee sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. Ah've seen him workout, too. He's a hottie," Rogue agreed, "but he's also tangled up with Dr. Grey."

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that, ladies," Kitty informed them. "I happened to overhear a very nasty little fight they had right before she left for that medical conference. It was very, how should I say, informative."

"What happened?" Jubilee asked. Her interest piqued.

"Well, apparently they were fighting about setting a wedding date and she was fudging as usual. He accused her of stringing him along until someone better came along. So it went back and forth like that for a while. He accused her of avoiding him, said she's always in the lab working. That he was tired of going to bed alone. Yada, yada, yada. I also learned that they haven't.....you know.....done *it* in months."

"You're kidding? Nothing?" Jubilee asked with wide eyes.

"Uh-uh. Nadda," Kitty confirmed.

"That poor frustrated man," Jubilee sighed wistfully.

"Anyway, so he gives her this ultimatum. He told her that either they set a date when she gets back from the conference or it's over," Kitty continued.

"NO!!" Jubilee said incredulously, "No wonder he's looked on edge all week."

"Well, I don't understand why he'd even still wanna marry her, if she's already stopped putting out. I mean, I always thought that happened after the wedding, not before," Kitty speculated.

"If I were him, I'd kick the Ice Queen to the curb pronto and get me something *young* and *hot*," Jubilee said, giving Kitty an exaggerated wink and gesturing her head in Rogue's direction.

"Excuse me, but how did we segue off into Scott and Jean's problems?" Rogue asked.

"It means you're both available. Or potentially available," Kitty reasoned.

"And both on the rebound. That's a disaster waiting to happen. Besides he's mah teacher and that just smacks of icky."

"He's only your teacher for another two weeks, so that's a lame excuse, Rogue. As for the rebound bit. You haven't actually had a relationship with Logan, so technically you're not rebounding," Jubilee offered.

"Jubes, yer grasping," Rogue moaned.

"Hey, babe, it's all I got," she replied with a giggle.

"You do know that Scott *looks* at you, don't you?" Kitty inquired.

"Looks at me? Like how? Like a guy looks at a girl *looks* at me?"

"Uh-huh. You mean you've never noticed? He sure doesn't look at me or Jubes the way he looks at you," Kitty responded.

"Ah guess ah haven't noticed. Great. Ah have a combat skills test the day after tomorrow in his class. Now Ah'll never be able to concentrate. Thanks a lot both of ya."

"Ahh, poor Rogue, worried about rubbing up against him?" Kitty teased, "I guess if just looking at you can give him a *happy*, imagine what would happen if you actually touched each other?"

"Kitty, please!" Rogue implored, not wanting to consider that possibility.

"Okay, that's enough of this conversation. The mall awaits us, ladies. We have plastic and a mission to get our little chica here some real clothes," Jubilee interrupted.

Several hours later, after putting a serious dent in the Professor's platinum American Express card, they returned with enough clothes to open their own boutique.

Rogue's new 'look' included belly-baring tops, micro mini skirts that exposed lots of shapely leg, low slung jeans, sleeveless dresses and tiny shorts that replaced the safe, but prudish wardrobe she'd worn for nearly two years. Jubilee and Kitty had insisted on a mini fashion show when they returned, and Rogue was in the midst of a twirl to show off a very tight, very short, barely-any-material-little-black-dress, when Scott chose that particular moment to walk past Rogue's room.

He stopped dead in tracks and stared at the young girl, correction young woman, before him and caught his breath. Damn, that was some *package* she'd been hiding under all those layers, he thought to himself. His appreciative stare didn't go unnoticed by Jubilee and Kitty who turned to each other and just grinned conspiratorially.

Rogue finally noticed Scott and turning to him, innocently asked, "So what do ya think, Mr. Summers?"

Scott cleared his throat, "Very nice, Rogue. It....um....looks.....real nice."

"Doesn't she look *hot*, Mr. Summers?" Jubilee asked, less than innocently.

Scott just blushed and excused himself quickly. Jubilee broke out into a fit of giggles.

"I think you gave Mr. Pole-Up-The-Butt a woody, Chica," she announced.

"Yeah, Rogue, I definitely think you can consider that dress a winner," Kitty added.

Rogue just grinned, feeling very pleased with herself. She'd wished it had been Logan she was *impressing*, but Scott would definitely do quite nicely. If Logan hadn't been in the picture, she'd have definitely explored the possibility of the splendor that was Scott. Then again, Logan wasn't really in the picture, was he? Actually, he'd never been in the picture, except in her fantasies. Well, if Logan could find *companionship* other places, then she could at least entertain the idea of other prospects. Right?

The next day, Rogue strolled into a classroom where Scott was alone and absorbed in grading papers. He didn't notice Rogue until she sat on the edge of the desk and swung her bare legs over the side.

"Ah just wanted to apologize for yesterday, Mr. Summers," she began.

"Apologize for what, Rogue?" Scott inquired, noticing the sheer shirt that showed her black lace bra and the ultra short skirt she was now encased in.......barely. She looked surreal. She also looked like the very definition of sin personified. She had the face of a child and the body of a woman, and the combination was lethal.

"For putting ya on the spot about mah outfit. I'm sure y'all don't care what ah wear," Rogue elaborated, noticing that he was trying to avoid staring at her and she suddenly felt empowered. Take that Wolverine.

"It......it.......wasn't a problem," Scott started to stutter, "You.....looked very ........nice."

Rogue absentmindedly parted her legs ever so slightly, and Scott got to see that panties apparently weren't part of this particular new outfit. His mouth suddenly went dry and his neatly pressed chinos tightened considerably.

{Control yourself, Scottie boy. She's just a kid.}

"Well, ah just wanted to thank ya for giving me a man's reaction," Rogue continued.

"Really?" Scott barely choked out, "Reaction? What do you mean?"

{My, God, what the hell am I asking her that for?}

Rogue leaned down and whispered against his ear, "Ya know, the hard-on producing kind."

Losing all semblance of control, and momentarily forgetting everything else, Scott grabbed Rogue and yanked her down onto his lap. Latching onto her full lips, he parted them with his tongue and then sunk it into her warm mouth. Rogue returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, brushing her tongue over his while running her hands through his dark hair. They pulled apart a few minutes later, both breathless. Rogue sprang off his lap and backed away from him.

"What the hell just happened?" Scott asked with bewilderment.

"Ah'm sorry. Ah'm so sorry," Rogue cried, as she ran from the room, all feelings of empowerment gone in a flash.

Scott continued to sit there, too stunned to move. He'd never behaved that way toward any woman since meeting Jean and certainly not with any of the students. Like all the other red-blooded males in the mansion, he'd recognized Rogue's attractiveness right from the beginning, but never thought he'd act on it.

Had the no longer untouchable young girl suddenly become the forbidden fruit that he wanted to taste? And why had she acted that way? She was still in love with Logan, still held out hope that he would be back sooner than later and that he'd notice how grown up she'd become in the year he'd been gone. Was she tired of waiting and looking for a substitute? Of course, the fact was, apart from the Professor, he was the only man around here - the rest were just boys.

He realized that if he were a lecherous skank instead of a decent, honorable person, he could have a veritable field day with all the young, nubile lovelies running around the mansion, half dressed most of the time.

{Where did that come from?}

Jean had been away at the medical conference in Atlanta for only a week now, there was no excuse for this uncharacteristic behavior he chided himself. True, they'd had a fight the night before she left for the conference, but he was sure that the time apart had cooled Jean's anger. Asking her to commit to a definite wedding date or forget it altogether had been extreme, but he was tired of playing games. The fact that their sex life was non-existent at the moment didn't help either. The truth was, he was horny as hell and the problems with Jean didn't appear to be getting anywhere close to being resolved. Still, that was no excuse for him to practically molest Rogue.

Scott decided to seek out Rogue and get this horrible misunderstanding corrected. No matter how tempting he suddenly found her, he was still her teacher. He had ethics, morals and a certain code of behavior. That's right, he thought, keep telling yourself that and maybe you might eventually convince yourself. He checked in several places she normally hung out and was unable to locate her, until finally, someone informed him they saw Rogue headed toward her room.

Scott knocked gently on Rogue's door, but there was no response. As the door was slightly ajar, he opened it and stepped into the room.

"Rogue?" he called out.

At that moment Rogue came walking out of the bathroom, she was wearing even less than she had been earlier in the classroom - she was now completely naked. Rogue froze in her tracks with a deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression. Scott's mouth fell open and he found he couldn't move, either. Well, apparently his eyes were working just fine, because he raked them up and down her beautiful body. Scott swallowed hard at the vision before him. Finally recovering, he reached for the silk robe that Rogue was obviously headed for, and simply walked over and handed it to her. She took it from him, slipped it on hastily, and mumbled a quiet "Thanks".

The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife, with neither one of them knowing exactly what to say. This was the third awkward moment between them in less than 24 hours.

The ringing of Scott's cell phone, clipped to his belt, broke the heavy silence.

"Hello," Scott answered, glad for something to do.

It was Jean, Rogue discovered. Apparently, with some bad news, judging from the way Scott's face quickly dropped. He tried whispering, so that Rogue wouldn't hear, but she got the gist of the conversation. Jean was breaking up with him. Over the phone, too. That was really tacky, even for Jean.

"Jean, please let's not discuss this on the phone.........Yes, I know I gave you an ultimatum.........Yes, I understand that sometimes you have to expect that......... Uh-huh............. I just thought you'd give me your answer in person. I thought I deserved better than that after all this time........... Well, I'm sorry you feel that way."

Even though he'd anticipated this moment, the impact was still devastating nonetheless.

Rogue listened with increased curiosity. Jean was a moron if she was dumping anyone as fine as Scott. Sure, he was a little stiff at times, but the team needed a leader who was in control. Soon Scott finished his call and Rogue didn't need to see his eyes, to know he was very upset.

"Ah'm so sorry, Mr. Summers," Rogue told him sympathetically, "Ah didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"She met someone at the conference, a doctor who's studying the mutant phenomenon. She's not even coming home right after the conference. He's taking her to the Bahamas. How could she do this to me........over the phone? She didn't even have the decency to wait to tell me in person."

"Ah'm sorry," Rogue repeated, not sure what else to say. What do you say to someone who's just been unceremoniously dumped by phone? That was just cruel of Jean to do it that way. Rogue had never had a particularly high regard for the snooty Dr. Grey, but even she didn't think Jean would ever stoop this low.

Rogue walked up to Scott and put her arms around him. He just collapsed into her embrace and held onto her tightly. When Rogue started rubbing his back gently, Scott just let out a low whimper and buried his head in her neck.

"It's gonna be okay, Scott," Rogue assured him, using his first name instead of the usual, more formal Mr. Summers.

When Scott started pressing kisses to the side of her neck, Rogue wasn't sure quite what to do.

"Uh, Scott?" she finally said, "What are y'all doing?"

Scott answered her by taking her face in his hands and crushing his mouth to hers. For a few seconds she contemplated returning the kiss, before pushing him away.

"Scott, this isn't the answer."

"He's not coming back anytime soon."

Rogue knew whom Scott was referring to. Logan.

"What does Logan have to do with any of this?" she snapped.

"You're waiting for him. Saving yourself for him. While he's more than likely banging every willing thing with a vagina in Canada."

"SCOTT. That was totally unnecessary!" Rogue yelled, even if she knew he was speaking the truth, some things you just don't need to hear said out loud.

"I'm sorry, Rogue. I just thought it was about time someone made you face the truth."

"Ah can't believe you're bringing this up now. Here ah am trying to help ya and yer deliberately trying ta hurt me. Excuse me if ah don't get it."

"I just think you should move on, that's all," Scott offered in way of a weak explanation.

"With you? Yer just lashing out because Jean dumped yer ass and it's convenient because ah just happen to be standing here when ya got the bad news. It could've just as easily been Kitty, Jubilee or Storm. So pardon me if ah'm not flattered."

"That's not true," Scott said quietly. "I came here to straighten out what happened earlier and part of me came here.........because........I......liked what happened earlier, damnit. I liked kissing you......YOU, Rogue. Now with Jean not being a part of the equation anymore, I can finally act......on my feelings."

Rogue just looked at him completely stunned. Apparently Jubes and Kitty were right.

"Ya have feelings for.....ME?" Rogue finally managed to get out.

"Yeah, for a while now. I think. I knew it was wrong, not just because of Jean, but because I'm your teacher. I don't wanna fight it anymore," he confessed.

Something inside Rogue snapped, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in toward him she whispered, "Then don't."

They melted into a slow, passionate kiss, their mouths opened simultaneously and their tongues entwined. Scott's hands went down to the sash of the robe Rogue had put on only moments before and unknotted it with trembling fingers.

The silky material parted and he slid his hands around her waist, drawing her to him closer. Rogue simply moaned into his mouth as his hands moved up onto her breasts. Cupping the underside of the soft mounds, Scott flicked his thumbs over the nipples causing them to harden instantly. Feeling her knees start to buckle under the sensation, Rogue dug her fingers into his shoulders for support. Removing his hands from her breasts, Scott pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it puddle on the floor, leaving her naked once again.

Rogue looked down at herself and then up into Scott's face with a mischievous grin.

"Ah, think someone is a little overdressed," she drawled sexily.

Taking his cue, Scott yanked his shirt off in one shift movement and Rogue reached for the belt of his pants.

"Let me help ya, sugar."

Undoing the belt, she popped open the button and started to lower the zipper of his fly, purposely brushing her hand against his growing erection.

"Why, Scott, do yer have a *gift* for little 'ol me?" she asked coquettishly.

"Yeah, hurry up and finish unwrapping it," he commanded.

At that, Rogue tugged the pants, along with his briefs, down his legs. Stepping out of them, Scott kicked them aside. Rogue stared at his engorged cock and swallowed hard.

{Jean must be need to see a psychiatrist, if she's walking away from *that*.}

"Damn, Scott, ya'll a fine lookin' specimen," she said appreciatively.

"You're not so bad yourself, my little magnolia flower," he replied.

Rogue closed the small gap between them, "Touch me." She instructed.

Scott picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist and stalked over to the bed. Depositing her gently, he crawled up her body until his face was buried in her neck, inhaling the soft scent of her vanilla perfume. He pressed open-mouthed kisses all over neck, as she tilted her head back and moaned softly. Rogue wrapped her arms around his neck and started running her fingers through his hair as he continued plying the erogenous zones on her neck with his heated lips. Kissing the underside of her jaw, he slowly worked his way up until their lips met again. Rogue parted her lips slightly and Scott used the opportunity to sink his tongue into the warm recesses of her mouth. His tongue brushed against hers and she licked him back. Scott tasted the faintest traces of the strawberry ice cream sundae she'd had earlier, while Rogue tasted a hint of the butterum Lifesaver's Scott favored. Jean had recently acquired the nasty habit of smoking and it had been like licking an ashtray when he'd kissed her, so for Scott, this was a delicious change. Needing to come up for air, they reluctantly parted a few moments later, both breathless.

"God, Rogue, do you taste that good everywhere?" Scott asked.

Rogue giggled, "Ah, don't know. Why don't ya find out?"

Scott sat up on his knees and parted her legs. Leaning down, he pressed a light kiss to her mound before burying his face in her folds. The bridge of his nose rubbed against her clit as he ran his tongue up and down her as she writhed in ecstasy above him.

"Oh gawd, Scott. Oh, yes........... just like that," she moaned appreciatively.

Scott continued lapping at her as the wave of her first orgasm washed over her and she shuddered in release. Sitting up again, Scott grinned down at her.

"Yup, you do taste good everywhere."

In hitched breaths, she asked him, "What about ya, sugar? Do ya taste good?"

Scott answered her by rolling over onto his back and gesturing to his cock.

"You tell me," he challenged her wickedly.

Taking the hard shaft in her hand, Rogue licked the head with a quick flick of her tongue. When she ran her tongue over the slit, a dribble of his juices came out, which she licked up quickly.

"Um, salty," she announced.

Returning her mouth to his cock, she took him in teasingly a little at a time, until it was all the way at the back of her throat. Using her teeth to lightly graze the shaft, she pulled it back out again, just as slowly. Scott's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he enjoyed her ministrations. Alternately licking and sucking him, it wasn't long before Scott reached his own peak.

"Rogue, I'm coming," he warned her courteously.

When she made no attempt to remove her mouth, he emptied himself down her throat. Rogue continued kissing his cock and just a few minutes later she felt him harden again.

"Are ya sure ya'll don't have a healing factor, too?" she inquired naughtily.

"Not that I'm aware of. Why? Any complaints?"

"Not from me, sugar," she giggled.

Scott was worried that even the mere passing reference to Logan may spoil the mood, but apparently his anxiety was for nothing, as nothing further was mentioned.

Moving over Rogue once again, he spread her legs and positioned himself so that his cock was brushing against her entrance. Checking to make sure she wasn't about to shove him off, he eased just the head of his cock into her. Rogue wiggled her bottom slightly and that was all the encouragement Scott needed. He eased into her further until he bumped against her hymen. With one swift thrust, he broke through and was sheathed in her completely. The sharp stab of pain passed quickly and Rogue adjusted to accommodate him. Pulling out slightly and then pushing back in, Scott slowly set a pleasurable rhythm until she was rotating her hips to meet his light thrusts. Gradually, increasing the pace of his thrusts, he watched her face for any sign of discomfort, but was met only with passion-glazed eyes. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts as they continued to increase in velocity, until they were moving together frantically. Rogue felt the electrical charge radiate out from the core of her body as her second orgasm shot through her like a bolt of lightening. Scott screamed her name, as his own orgasm claimed him and his hot seed was deposited deep inside her. They collapsed in a moist heap, both still quivering from the aftershocks.

As they lay wrapped in each other's arms, Rogue told him about her phone conversation with Logan and Scott comforted her as she cried. Then he gently made love to her again, because they both needed to erase the bitter sting of rejection.

When Scott woke up the next day, Rogue was gone, and on the pillow beside him was a note.
***Dear Scott,

Last night was wonderful and I thank you for being so gentle and tender with me. It doesn't, however, change the fact that it shouldn't have happened. I didn't mean to use you. I thought I could erase Logan from my heart in just one night. I was wrong. I know that my heart still belongs to Logan, just as yours still does to Jean. We both need closure with those relationships before we can move on. I need some time to think some things through. Please don't look for me. I won't be gone forever. I just need this time.

I promise to check in occasionally, to let everyone know I'm okay.

Rogue****
Scott's day was about to get infinitely worse as he heard the familiar noise of his stolen bike pulling up in front of the mansion. Logan was back.
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