FIC: For The Good Times (2/2) [L/R, NC-17]
- - Disclaimers, ratings, and delirious ramblings in Part 1 -
Logan held his breath as he opened the door, then released it in a shaky
exhale as he spotted the still form on her bed.
She was here.
His booted heels thumped on the hardwood floor as he crossed it, and the
woman on the bed stirred. "Logan?" Her voice, husky with sleep, was so
full of worry that he shook his head unconsciously.
"It's me, Marie."
She was up in a flash, standing by the bed. "I knew you weren't really
gone," she whispered nervously, fumbling with the hem of her thin navy tee
shirt. "Your things were still here."
<I tried to get hopelessly drunk, because maybe then I could pretend you
weren't about to destroy me.> "I went out for a while."
She nodded, brushing her tangled hair away from her face. He stepped
closer and moved her gloved hands out of the way, smoothing the locks
himself. Her words came pouring out in a rush. "Oh God, Logan, I'm so sorr--"
"Don't, Marie," he commanded, dragging his thumb across her lower
lip. "Sorry doesn't belong here. Not tonight, not with us." <Sorry will
come later, baby,> he added silently, burying his fingers again in her
hair, massaging her scalp.
She moaned, swaying toward him. "Logan, I--"
"Shh." He was afraid to let her speak, afraid that she wouldn't be able to
stave off the goodbyes that twisted her inside. "Just this, Marie. Just
this." He lowered his lips until they hovered above hers. "Tell me you
want this," he begged hoarsely. "Please."
"I do, I want--" He cut off her words by crushing his lips to hers.
It was everything he'd never dared to dream, kissing her. Her lips were
cool and dry, and they parted under his with only the slightest urging of
his hand at her jaw. His tongue slipped between her lips and teeth,
tangling hotly with hers, and he drank in her moan with eagerness.
Logan's hands slid down to bring her hips closer, and he tried to forget
that this night was the last time he'd ever get to kiss her, make love to her.
Rogue's head was spinning. The feel of Logan's tongue in her mouth,
coaxing and wet, was intoxicating. Her second kiss ever, and it was
*Logan* It was perfection, and she trembled, a familiar hunger rising
within her with frightening speed.
Then he was lifting her body against his, backing her up and lowering her
to the bed. He broke away and stared down at her, panting. It hurt to
look at her like this, her eyes heavy-lidded and smoldering, her hair
spread around her like silk. It hurt and it was paradise, and he traced
her swollen lower lip with his thumb.
Rogue gazed up at Logan in confusion. He was looking at her like he'd
never seen her before, desire and something else darkening his eyes. His
thumb traveled lightly over her lip, and she moved on instinct, closing her
mouth around it and sucking lightly.
With a groan, Logan dragged his hand from her face, kissing her
deeply. This time, whatever had been clouding his eyes bled through to the
kiss, and Rogue stiffened.
Oh God, he tasted like goodbye.
"Logan," she gasped as he drew his lips away from hers, down the curve of
her jaw. "Logan, what--"
He stopped at her ear, breathing softly and raggedly. "Marie Just
tonight. *Please*," he whispered pleadingly, and she wanted to scream.
She didn't want just a night. She wanted forever, and she knew she should
stop him, should tell him that a few hours wasn't enough and he had to stop
But she couldn't. Logan was touching her, he was *touching* her, and she
never thought she'd have this at all And if she made him stop, then she
wouldn't have it, would never.
His mouth closed around her earlobe, and Rogue pushed the pain down, locked
it away. She would worry about tomorrow when it came, worry about watching
him leave when he was headed for the door; until then, she had Logan in her
"Just tonight," she whispered in defeat, and Logan stiffened for a moment,
He never thought it would hurt so much, hearing her utter those words with
such resignation, but it did. And Logan swore to himself that, no matter
what happened, Marie would never regret spending these hours in his arms.
Then he felt her hands on his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, and blood
roared in his ears. The animal was back, shaking with the need to possess
the woman shifting beneath him.
"Marie," he gasped, pulling back and ripping his shirt open. Buttons went
tumbling to the bed and the floor unheeded as he slid the flannel down his
shoulders. Her hands were already at his waist, tugging his other shirts
from his waistband, and he yanked them over his head.
Rogue shivered at the sight of his bared skin, then levered herself forward
to touch her lips and tongue to his chest, clutching at one of his
shoulders with her gloved hand.
Logan growled, pushing her back. As much as he wanted - no, *needed* - for
her to touch him, the need to touch her was far greater. He had to make
sure that she felt everything that lay inside him, everything he couldn't
put into words.
He needed to be inside her, to hear her scream his name.
He needed to bind her to him.
He quickly divested her of her gloves, and she immediately reached for his
skin, grunting when he intercepted her hands. "Logan, I want to touch
"Later," he mumbled, moving her hands aside and reaching for the hem of her
shirt. He pushed the soft cotton up, following the lines of her body
closely with his hands. He heard her whimper through the cloth as it
passed over her head, and he steeled himself against the frantic need that
tore at him. Then the shirt was off her arms, her hair falling back down
in a tangle around her bare shoulders.
He shut his eyes at the picture she presented with her heavy eyes and
tousled hair. He needed control, but that was one thing he'd never had
with her. She always stripped him of it, and tonight was no exception.
Rogue took advantage of Logan's lowered lids to touch him. Trembling, she
slid her palms flat against his broad chest, curling her fingers into the
hair that nestled there, beckoning her. He hissed and drew away, shaking
Something akin to a whimper broke from her. "Dammit, Logan "
He tried to catch her hands before her fingers brushed fire across his
chest again, but she was quicker and obviously more determined to touch him
than he was to stop her. Her whine changed to a moan, and Logan watched as
her teeth sank into her lower lip, her face alight with the wonder of
stroking his bare skin.
Something tore free inside Logan, and he wanted to howl. She *wanted* him,
for this if nothing else. And it was something, less than he wanted, but
maybe enough to build on, enough to make her stay.
He dove for her mouth, pressing her into the bed with his body, then
shifting over to one side. One leg draped over hers, but the space between
them allowed his hands to run shakily up and down her body. He silently
cursed the cotton that covered her legs, shielding the silk of her naked
flesh from his hands. The silent curses morphed into a growl against her
lips as his questing fingers reached the waistband of her pajamas.
He fumbled with the drawstring, reluctantly breaking his mouth from hers to
look down at the knot. Her thumb brushing softly against his cheek drew
his attention away from his task and back to her face.
His breath caught at the sadness that was splashed across her beautiful
face, at the tears that softened her eyes. For a moment, he fought against
himself, then levered himself up and away from her, moving off the bed slowly.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't stand to see her look like that, knowing he
was the cause of it. "Marie, I-- We--" He turned around, away from the
sight of her sprawled across the rumpled bed, in the room they'd shared for
nearly five years. So long, but not long enough. Never long enough.
The animal screamed, clawing at his mind and heart, insisting that he turn
back to her, take what she had offered, no matter how reluctantly.
Rogue lay still for a moment, stunned. Then, before she could think, she
slid off the mattress and reached for him. The gentle pressure of her hand
on the heated skin of his arm made him look back at her. His jaw was set,
his brows furrowed.
"Logan, don't." She let go and dropped her hands to the knot at her
waistband, fumbling it loose. He didn't turn around, but his darkened
hazel eyes remained fixed on her as she slid the pants down her legs and
kicked them off, leaving her clad only in her lacy bra and panties.
A muscle in his jaw jumped as she arched her back slightly, feeling out the
clasp of her bra behind her back. She freed it along with a shuddering
breath, and she watched him intently as the black lace fell from her
breasts, away and to the floor. She pushed the fabric of her panties down
over her hips, down her legs, letting them join the clothes that already
littered the floor.
Rogue heard the growl that rumbled up from his chest, then felt it as he
swept her back into his arms, pushing his body against hers. His lips
slanted hungrily over hers, parting the soft, swollen skin. His tongue
dove between her teeth, licking and plundering, as one hand cradled the
back of her head, fingers twisted in her hair, tilting her face back.
She clung to him, kneading the skin of his back, reveling in the shift of
the muscles beneath it. Perfect, he was so perfect, and he was *hers*,
even if it was only for a little while longer
Logan lifted her off her feet, lowering her back to the bed, groaning as
one impossibly long leg hooked around his waist, drawing him down into the
welcoming cradle of her hips. "Marie " He could smell the hot scent of
her body, familiar and arousing, and it made him dizzy. Through the haze
of desire that surrounded him, misery raised its head, only to be batted
away by need and determination.
He would have this. They would have this.
She gasped and shivered as his lips reluctantly left hers, tracking down
the pulse that throbbed in her throat. It was a new feeling for both of
them, the hot dampness of his lips and tongue on the silken stretch of skin
over her collarbone. He exhaled slowly, then dipped his tongue out to
trace the hollow between her breasts.
Shaking with restraint, Logan slipped one hand under his lover's body and
up to cup her shoulder, his other hand finding purchase on the lean rise of
her ribcage. His thumb barely skimmed the lower swell of one alabaster
mound, and Rogue jerked, her head tossing. He nuzzled his cheek into one
soft breast, glorying in the electric moan that spilled from her as a rough
sideburn grazed her nipple.
Rogue struggled to open her eyes as Logan's lips trailed a path to the
aching tip of her breast, replacing the tantalizing scratch of hair with
the wet softness of his tongue. She writhed beneath him, her hands
everywhere, on his back and in his hair, urging him closer. "Logan "
He raised his eyes without raising his mouth, and he watched as her head
tilted back into the pillow. Her back arched, pressing her breasts upward,
and he opened his mouth further, taking in as much of her fevered flesh as
Spurred on by the soft gasps and moans coming from her, Logan moved lower,
his tongue marking a wet slide down over her ribs and stomach. His hand
curled into the bedspread, clenching tightly, as Rogue's hips instinctively
"*God*, Logan "
He bypassed the dip of her navel, stopping only briefly to skim his lips
over the sharp crest of one hipbone. He wished he had the time and the
self-control to linger longer, to drag it out for hours until she was
half-crazy with sensation, wanting and seeing and feeling nothing but him.
But he didn't have either, so he leaned back and hooked his hands between
and under her thighs, urging them apart.
She resisted the movement, twisting her hips and trying to press her legs
back together. "Logan, I--"
"Shh," he interrupted, his hands growing more insistent. He had to taste
her, feather his lips against her nakedness and push her over the edge,
because he knew he wouldn't be long in following. "Let me, Marie."
She looked down at him kneeling between her thighs, his chest heaving and
lightly sheened with sweat. His stomach muscles rippled above the
waistband of his jeans, and she licked her lips, eliciting a groan from
him. "Take them off, Logan." She didn't have to elaborate.
The groan became a growl. "Too dangerous." If he removed his clothes,
he'd be tempted - so tempted - to just take her, to drive into her body
until ecstasy overtook him And then his time, his chance, would be gone.
He had to show her how good it could be first.
But Rogue raised herself onto her elbows. "Off." Her heavy, honeyed
demand left no room for argument, and Logan arched an eyebrow as he slid
off the bed to stand at its foot.
Rogue shivered as she watched Logan lift the buckle of his belt free. His
fingers dropped to the button of his jeans, and she wanted to crawl to the
end of the bed and help him. The only thing that stopped her was the
inexplicable knowledge that Logan didn't want her touching him too much.
She wouldn't allow herself to wonder what that meant. She couldn't, not
when the answer might mean that Logan didn't want to be thinking of her
She sat up further. "Hurry up, Logan. Please."
Her hair fell across one side of her face, brown and silver blending
together on her skin, and Logan yanked the zipper of his jeans, narrowly
missing an injury. He cursed softly and kicked free of the fabric, his
legs and hands shaking.
She fixed her gaze on his manhood, on the rigid flesh jutting towards
her. The tip glistened with evidence of the desire he was fighting to
contain, and her breath caught in her throat.
Then the mattress dipped beneath his weight, and his hands were once again
on her legs. He lifted one, sliding his palm down along the outer edge of
her thigh as his lips touched the inside of her knee. Her whimpering gasp
knotted his stomach, but he waited until her arms relaxed, until she was
lying back on the bed once more. He leaned forward, whispering her name.
Rogue gasped and turned her face into the pillow as Logan kissed her, his
lips and tongue touching her the way they had hundreds of times
before. But it had never felt this way through fabric, no matter how
gossamer-thin, and she shook. "Logan! Oh God, stop Please "
He didn't stop, though her muffled pleas drew his gaze to her face. It was
buried against the pillowcase, and he growled, lifting a hand to her
stomach. It fluttered beneath his flesh, just like the rest of her, and he
paused. "Look at me, Marie."
The instant her head turned, eyes locked with his and glazed with a
pleasure so intense it looked close to pain, he brushed his tongue over her
sex again, drawing her up off the bed. "GOD!"
Logan lightened his touch, wanting to draw out the way her body was
shivering under him. His eyes clenched shut as she bucked again,
whimpering something that could have been his name and clutching the
bedspread in her fists. His fingers clutched her hips, trying to hold her
still, but her shaking was uncontrollable.
Jesus Christ, it hurt, feeling and tasting and *touching* her. It hurt
like fucking hell on fire. And it was beyond ecstasy. He turned his head
and pressed his lips reverently to the baby-soft skin of her inner thigh
for just a moment. "Love you, Marie," he whispered, knowing that the
hushed words would never reach her ears. Then he shifted his attentions
back with a deep caress he knew would send her reeling over the edge.
"Logan Logan, I want-- Oh, God " Her voice trailed off in a choked gasp
and she twisted beneath him. Her trembling escalated into shudders, and
she cried out.
Rogue bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming as her orgasm hit her
full force. Waves of bliss crashed through her, stealing her breath and
threatening to do the same to her sanity. She concentrated on not
babbling, not losing control and crying out her love for the man who was
slowly crawling his way up her body.
Logan trailed his lips across her flushed skin, soaking in her response,
trying to memorize it. His hand found her cheek, his thumb brushing across
her trembling mouth as he reached out with his other hand, fumbling with
the nightstand drawer.
Her head turned to follow the movement. "We don't need " She bit her lip
at his questioning look. "Those pills Jean gave me?" Her flush grew
deeper. "For my cramps?"
"Oh." He slid the drawer closed with a thud, nodding. "I remember." He
closed his eyes against the wide-eyed look she wore, dropping his face to
nuzzle hers. "Are you "
"I'm okay, Logan." She wiggled beneath him, her legs tangling with his as
he shifted, moving slowly.
He'd been in this bed with her thousands of times, had lain with his head
next to her heart and listened to it thump. Sometimes it was a slow,
steady beat, and other times it would pound with excitement and
release. Curling his body around hers was nothing new, even if it had
never been with bare skin sliding.
Still, as he moved to settle his hips between her thighs, he trembled.
This was different.
This was *possession*, and the animal in him recognized it, thrilled to it.
Logan forced himself to move slowly, sliding his hardened flesh into hers
inch by torturous inch. He watched as Rogue's eyes squeezed shut, as a
single tear seeped from beneath each lid.
"Hurt?" he rasped unevenly, fighting for control. He would *not* cause her
pain. He wouldn't.
She opened dark, liquid eyes, and her hands grasped at his shoulders. "No,
no," she whispered. "It feels " The words became lost in a strangled
gasp. "Logan "
He leaned in, pressing his lips to her temple, picking up the salt of her
tears with his tongue. "Marie." He wished that he could tell her, that he
could find the words to describe how he'd dreamed of holding her just like
this. Of her body surrounding him, clutching him.
But there were no words.
Then she shifted, bringing her feet up to brush his hips, and everything
was forgotten but that one moment and the incandescent explosion of
sensation that rocked him.
Her fingers in his hair urged his face to hers, and she stabbed her tongue
past his lips, kissing him hungrily as he began to rock his hips against hers.
She released a muffled moan against his lips, and he nestled his face in
the hollow of her neck. "God," he gasped, struggling for control, for
breath, for everything. "Oh, God "
"Logan " Rogue arched her back and nearly whimpered as Logan's movements
grew surer, more powerful. She ran her hands shakily over his back and
hips, clutching him to her as she felt the tightness, the tension, build,
all over again, but so much deeper this time. Stronger. "Never like this,
Logan " she murmured. "It's never "
"I know," he ground out, still pressing his mouth into her neck. He
groaned, his body pushing hers further toward completion. Too fast, it was
too fast, but he couldn't stop it. Couldn't slow his climb to ecstasy, not
with her soft hands dragging him heavenward and her mouth open on his ear.
"Look at me, Logan," she whispered, brushing her lips over his temple. She
wanted to stare in his eyes, to see the pleasure in his voice reflected
"Marie " Her name was a plea as his hips thrust unevenly. "I can't." And
it was the truth. There would be no way for him to walk away, to let her
go, not after he'd seen the expression he knew was in her eyes.
It would be the look she always wore, the one that said shed never lived
for anything but him. It screamed possession, completion
He couldn't take seeing that, not when he knew it wasn't true. Because he
would want it to be true, want it with everything in him, and he might not
survive losing her.
"I can't," he panted again, tightening his hands on her hip and
shoulder. I Oh, Christ He clutched her closer, grinding into her
Rogue bit down on her lip as rapture and anguish rushed through her, each
battling for her attention. Elation at the feel of his body on hers,
inside hers, won, and she bucked against him, incoherent sounds spilling
from her. Ahhh Logan!"
Then she couldnt see, couldnt *breathe*, and there was nothing but him,
nothing. Just his harsh panting and the way he moved, and she shuddered
uncontrollably, pleasure surging through every cell of her body and out
into the blackness that surrounded her.
She cried out, and it could have been his name or a prayer, or even a
curse, for all she knew, because she knew nothing beyond the fact that he
was still inside her and it felt good and right and like it would never,
Logan heard her strangled scream, then felt it as it threw him headfirst
into madness. His mind shut down as he opened his mouth against her skin
and fought to rein in the rough heat that was reaching through his body,
seeking release. But the blinding, pulsing heat was impossible to conquer,
because it was Marie beneath him, her slick limbs and shaking fingers
skating over him, her body still fluttering around his.
He thrust forward one last time before the world stopped turning, the
universe itself shifting to revolve around the two of them. Logans mouth
worked soundlessly against her skin as everything exploded, passion and
intensity and despair flowing out of him in a desperate rush.
Then her fingers were in his hair, tugging his head back, and he quaked
when his eyes met hers, when he saw the ardor that hadnt yet had time to
glaze out of her. He still couldnt think, so it was sheer emotion and
instinct that propelled his lips to hers, that opened and stroked and
devoured. Pure need. And she was still throbbing around him, and suddenly
Logan could reason again.
What he knew in that moment was that he could never, ever lose her. She
was as much a part of him as the heart that beat achingly in his chest, and
if she walked out the door forever, he would never stop loving her as much
as he did at that instant.
She would always be his.
Im crushing you, he mumbled into her mouth, rolling to one side and
reaching out to gather her body close.
She resisted the tugging of his hands, merely lay as he pulled the covers
up around them both. As the sheet touched her, she blinked, and then
shifted onto her side, facing away from him.
Rogue curled up and tried not to cry. Suddenly, what had felt so good and
so right felt wrong. Cheap. Like theyd used each other, both knowing
that there was nothing for them beyond the bed and the animal pleasure they
could find in it. Nothing, because Logan was leaving and goodbyes were all
they had left.
For Christs sake, he wouldnt even look at her when they made love, had
kept his face buried tightly in her neck, as if he hadnt wanted to see her
His hand touched her back lightly. Marie? You okay?
She jerked away sharply from the almost-loving caress. Im fine. It was
a hoarse whisper, one she knew he wouldnt believe, and she climbed quickly
out of the bed, reaching for the closest item of clothing she could find.
It turned out to be one of his flannel shirts, and she shrugged it on and
clutched it, unbuttoned, around her body, because shed ripped the buttons
off, she remembered that now. They were scattered on the floor, and shed
be finding them for weeks, and she knew shed cry like the fucking child
she was whenever she ran across one.
God, he sounded so concerned, even now. She had to get away from him
before she broke down, embarrassed him and humiliated herself.
Im gonna go take a shower, she informed Logan shortly, rushing for the
bathroom like the hounds of hell were on her heels.
Logan stared at the door as she slammed it behind her, a torturous ache
overtaking the sleepy pleasure within him. A shower. He closed his eyes.
She couldnt wait to get the feel, the scent, of him off her skin.
She couldnt wait to be rid of him.
Logan shifted and reached absently for the bedside drawer, drawing out a
crumpled pack of cigarettes. His lips and hands shook as he lit one,
drawing deeply. He briefly considered getting the hell out before the
water started running in the bathroom; hed rather be stabbed through the
heart than listen to Marie scrub the traces of what theyd shared off her body.
But in the end, he just lay there, staring at the smoke curling up into the
air and hurting like he never had before.
Marie flipped the shower knob completely to scalding, fighting
tears. Shed used Logan. Shed *used* him, someone she loved and never
wanted to hurt. Shed told herself that it wasnt using if he wanted her,
if she loved him, but shed been wrong. He didnt want her. Hed tried to
stop, and shed all but begged him to give her something, anything she
could remember when he was gone
It didnt matter how much she loved him. He hadnt wanted to touch her,
and shed practically *forced* him to.
God, she felt so dirty, and all she wanted to do was climb under the
burning water and wash it away, everything. Only
He might already be gone when she walked out of the bathroom, and what was
on her skin was all she had left of him. All she *would* have left, and
she couldnt bear to lose that, not yet.
In the end, she stood outside the shower, shrouded in steam, with her
forehead pressed against cold tile. And she wept bitter, silent tears, her
shoulders shaking with the force of sobs she couldnt liberate, because
Logan would hear.
Logan was on his fourth cigarette when Rogue emerged from the bathroom, and
he blinked in confusion, because her hair was dry and she still wore his
shirt. But the questions that rose in him were silenced by her tense,
Have you figured out yet where youre gonna go?
He sucked in a breath as realization hit him with the force of a body
blow. He stared at her as she shifted from one foot to the other, her arms
crossed nervously across her chest.
She was kicking him out. Not only out of her life, her heart, but out of
the *school*. Out of his home.
Jesus, Marie, he choked. Thats fucking harsh.
Then he was on his feet, fumbling for his jeans in the light spilling from
the bathroom, pulling them up his legs and trying to ignore the stinging in
his eyes. He chanced a look at her, and shock radiated from her face, as
if she hadnt known he would be so upset by her words.
Like fucking hell, she hadnt known. She knew. She just didnt give a
He had to get out of there.
With his chest and feet still bare, Logan stalked to the closet and yanked
the door open, finding his old knapsack with sickening ease.
Rogue watched a furious Logan pull jeans and shirts out of the closet and
stuff them in his bag. She had no idea how shed angered him; she was
trying to be brave, trying not to let him see just how completely he was
With a scathing look, he turned to their dresser, mumbling under his breath
as he emptied the drawers of his belongings. Holy shit, Marie, he
growled. I didnt think youd-- You know what? Fuck it.
Logan? She didnt want it to end badly. Anything but that, please
*God*, because she needed sweeter memories of him, had to have them if she
was to keep on living.
He froze in the process of shoving one last handful of socks into his bag
and shook his head, not looking at her. Didnt think youd be in such a
goddamned hurry for me to get out.
Logan, no. Thats not--
Bullshit, he spat, slamming the drawer shut and viciously opening the
next. Christ, I thought we Forget it. She watched in horrified
silence as he dragged a tee shirt over his head and sat down to pull on his
boots. Just do me a favor and pack up the rest of my stuff, all
right? Ill call Xavier and tell him where to send it.
He was leaving. Tonight.
Logan tugged viciously on his bootlaces, tying them quickly and
haphazardly, no thought in his mind but escape, freedom from the weight of
her stare bearing down on him. He stood up and reached for his knapsack,
halting when he heard an agonized sob. His eyes flew to Rogue.
She was leaning weakly against the wall, her face screwed up into a grimace
and tears streaming down her cheeks. Im sorry, Logan, she gasped. Im
sorry She rocked herself gently back and forth, repeating the words
silently, over and over.
His fury and hurt drained away instantly, replaced by an elemental need to
hold her, to make sure that, no matter what it took, she stopped
crying. Stopped hurting.
"God, Marie His steps echoed softly as he crossed the room. Marie,
She cried harder.
He reached out until her face was in his hands, his fingers curled into her
hair and his forehead inches from hers. Marie, dont cry. Please.
Her hands flew up to seize his wrists, holding them tightly, but her tears
didnt stop. Logan
His heart clenched painfully. Marie, Im sorry. I am, baby.
No, she rasped. No, Logan I never should have We sh-shouldnt have
No. Panic gripped him. No, Marie. Dont be sorry for
that. Ever. He tilted forward until his forehead rested lightly against
hers. Dont ever regret what we shared, baby, he whispered. I dont.
She gulped and nodded shakily, her fingers still wrapped around his
wrists. She was silent for a long time, speaking only with the ragged
breaths she drew in and out. Then she said, Keep in touch? Her voice
was low and almost hopeful.
It was all he had left to wish for, and there went that aching throb in his
heart again. I dont think so, he told her gently. He couldnt do it,
couldnt spend his days praying shed call, and his nights regretting that
she hadnt. He had to forget, had to try. There was no future, no sense,
in hanging on to someone you couldnt have. He would love her, but he
wouldnt dream about impossible things. Youll tell everyone I said goodbye?
Her face dissolved into tears again, and Logan sighed, raising his head to
the focus on the ceiling. Please, please, Marie
I love you, Logan. It was quick and desperate, and Marie knew it, and
she was ashamed of herself. But not ashamed enough to want to call back
the words. I do.
God, you cant Logans hands left her face and landed on the wall. She
couldnt *do* that, couldnt whisper that she loved him when she was making
him go It raised bleeding welts on his breaking heart, and it made the
Wolverine scream inside him.
Then he lowered his eyes to hers again, and the screaming didnt stop.
It got louder.
He shoved his hands into her hair, onto her shoulders, and he was pressing
his face against hers. Dont do this. At first he tried to pretend that
he wasnt begging, but the sorrow inside him eclipsed pride, and he soon
stopped trying. Please, Marie. Her face was warm under his
lips. Please. If you love me, just a little bit, then I can make it
work. I can, I swear
Rogue shuddered as the meaning of his words hit her. It couldn't be that
simple. It just couldn't be. Logan, I dont want you to go. Her arms
snaked around his shoulders, clinging frantically. I never wanted
that. Ever. Is that ?
Hope flooded him. Then why ? He trailed off as her lips touched his
chin and jaw. Why didnt you tell me you had control of your power? It
was tempting, the thought that she wanted him to stay, that she loved him,
but he couldnt believe. Not yet. Why?
I was scared, Logan. Just scared, she swore. I never wanted to lose
you, and I thought you were mad at me, that you--
His lips crushed hers, and this time he could feel the longing in her kiss,
the devotion. It was heady and consuming and better than anything hed
ever known. Im not going anywhere, he muttered.
Damn right youre not.
You scared the bejesus outta me, Logan.
Wait a minute *I* scared *you*?
You almost left.
You almost *let* me leave.
I wouldnt have, you know. I woulda followed you.
And I never would have made it out of the garage, darlin. Not without you.
Just Dont ever--
Im not gonna leave, Marie. I cant.
Yeah. Yeah, I promise.
Authors Note: LOOK! <points> MOOSH! Foofy moosh! I wrote some! I
upped the list foof factor again! <dancing> Lets all band together,
dudes. We can do it. Kill the angst bunnies. Long live the foof monkeys!
Okay, its, like, 5:30 in the morning. That is my only defense against the
insanity claims. The only one.
If you love someone, let him go. If it's meant to be, he'll give you his