4397New FF: "On Instinct" by MoJo (L/M) NC-17 2/4
- Jul 10, 2002Title: "On Instinct" 2/4
Summary: "And she had hoped maybe. . .just maybe this time on the
road, something would happen between them."
Disclaimer in Part One.
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Logan tried to suppress yet another yawn and Marie sighed.
He wasn't the only one who was tired. She was, from waiting up all
night for him to come back. And when he finally did in the early
morning hours, it was just to tell her it was time to get on the road
again. She could guess for herself what the 'things' were he had to
take care of with Jenny.
Marie found her eyes wandering across the seat and over to Logan as
he drove them even further into Canada. One hand was gripping the
wheel and the other was slung casually over it, cigar dangling
between his rough fingers. She fixed her stare on them, wondering
how they would feel moving across the soft skin of shoulders, lips or
She'd tried hard in the months of his absence and even harder in the
months since his return to control her so-called 'gift.' She
discovered she could touch a little, but at the price of her own life
in exchange. It was frustrating, exhausting and above all,
disappointing. Sure, there were ways around it but why bother when
there were plenty of . . .Jennys out there.
The memories, his memories, had been filled with women just like
Jenny. Above him. Below him. Marie knew what he liked and how he
liked it. Rough and fast. Hard and deep. It made her nervous and
even a little scared knowing that's what he'd expect, but it didn't
stop her from wondering what it would be like.
"What's the matter with you?"
Marie blinked twice and noticed Logan was looking at her and not the
"Nothin'," she dismissed.
She could feel his eyes stealing glances at her even though she
herself was focusing on the road. Marie's cheeks grew hot and when
she sunk down into her cloak, she noticed the space between her legs
had become damp. She tucked her hands between her knees and pressed
them together, hoping his heightened senses wouldn't detect
her. . .arousal. Marie closed her eyes in embarrassment and sunk
"Keep sliding like that and you're going to end up on the
floorboards," Logan said, reaching over to tap her arm. "Sit up,
That last word certainly made her sit up. He hadn't called her 'kid'
in a while. Marie had hoped it was because he no longer thought of
her that way but judging from how easily it just rolled off his
tongue, it was obvious he still did. He probably always would.
"Can we stop?" she heard herself say.
"What? Here?" Logan asked, looking over at her again. Marie's hands
were already fumbling with the locks on the door even though they
were still in motion.
"Yeah. Just. . .pull over," she said, anxious to get out of the
truck. She needed air. She needed to walk around. And she needed
to get away from Logan, if only for a few moments. She tugged the
handle and released the door. Marie held onto it as Logan slowed
down and pulled into the parking lot of a diner.
"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to her again. She moved so
his fingers merely brushed her arm.
"I'm fine," she said. The second the truck came to a stop, Marie got
Logan could tell Marie was pissed.
She sat on the stool next to him in the smoky truck stop and picked
at her food in silence. Now that he thought about it, she really
hadn't said much to him all day. Women were always pissed at him
over something and Marie, it seemed, was no exception.
Logan pushed his own plate aside and rested his elbows on the counter
to take a few puffs on his cigar. He knew he should say something to
her; he just couldn't figure out what. Marie was the one who got him
to talk, not the other way around. She knew him better then he knew
himself and he was surprised to find he hardly knew her at all.
Marie wasn't the same scared, wide-eyed girl he'd found hiding in his
trailer. She'd seen too much, felt too much thanks to that 'gift' of
hers. The white streaks that framed her pretty face were a constant
reminder of all she'd been through with Magneto. He was the one
person Logan couldn't protect her from but he was trying to just the
same. His life was already fucked up, but it didn't mean hers had to
be. She was young. She had a chance at being a 'useful member of
society' or whatever it was Xavier called it.
Still, he couldn't imagine his life without her.
Last night with Jenny, he'd been thinking about Marie. It was wrong
and he knew that, but it didn't stop him from closing his eyes and
seeing her face below him instead. She already belonged to him in so
many other ways, it selfish to want that from her, too. He called
her 'kid' again to try and convince himself she still was, but it
wasn't working. Marie wasn't a kid anymore. She was just. . .Marie.
Logan turned to look at her and found she was gone.
Momentary panic swept through him as he scanned the diner before
finding her standing over by an old jukebox. He watched as she
studied the selections, one hip jutted out and coins clinking in her
in gloved hand. He was just about to head over there and help her
out when some young trucker beat him to it.
"Hey," the trucker said as he saddled up to Marie. He leaned against
the machine, then leaned in toward her. "Save your money. It
"Oh," Marie said, turning her lips down in a pout. Then, they turned
up in a little smile at the trucker as she put the change back her
The guy smiled back at her, his eyes moving up and down her body in a
way Logan didn't like. He knew that look. He knew it too well. He
stood up, dug in his own pocket for some money and dropped it on the
"What's your name?" the trucker asked, edging even closer to Marie.
"Rogue," she answered, tucking her hair behind her ear and giving him
her full attention.
"If you want to hear some music, Rogue, there's this little bar down
the. . ."
"Ready to go?" Logan asked, stepping in between them and staring the
guy down. Instinctively, he flexed his hand into a fist.
"Who's this?" the trucker asked, looking around Logan and back to
"My. . .ride," she answered, sounding even more pissed that before.
She rolled her eyes as she pushed past Logan, her steps angry as she
headed for the door. He followed, catching up with her at the
truck. Logan put his hand on the door just above her head so she
couldn't open it. He left it there as she turned around, crossed her
arms and pressed her back against the door.
"What did I tell you about that?" Logan said, starting in on her. He
gestured back at the diner. "He could have been anyone. . ."
"He was just being nice," Marie said defensively.
"Let me give you a piece of advice. Men are *never* just nice,"
Logan informed her, then lowered his voice considerably. He didn't
want to start an argument. He stopped himself, took a deep breath
and rubbed his fingers across his eyes. "They always want something."
"So. . .what is it you want?"
Logan drew his hand away and saw Marie peering up at him, wanting an
answer. She trembled from the cold night air, wrapping her arms even
tighter around herself as she waited.
"Rogue. . ." he sighed, wishing she'd drop it and knowing she
"You must want. . .something from me," she persisted, her voice
sounding so sweet and trusting. Almost. . .hopeful. She dropped her
gaze to his mouth, her own lips separating and quivering. She was
close enough he could feel her breath against his face, warm and
inviting. For just a moment, he seriously considered taking his
chances with her mutation and covering that mouth with his.
"I'm just. . .looking out for you, kid," he whispered instead. Logan
straightened up, took his hand off the door and stepped back. He
took a couple more deep breaths, then jammed his cigar back in his
mouth before opening the door for her. "Just get in. Please?"
Without a single word, she did.
To be continued
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