Fic: Interview #5 - 1/1 [L/R] - R
- Title: Interview #5
Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@...]
Series: Crossing Canada
Summary: Logan runs. Rogue follows.
Rating: R for language and sex
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of
fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.
Archive: As noted in #4, I found some errors in the early parts, so if you
want this story, please email me and I'll send the corrected version.
Feedback: Makes me all tingly and warm.
Notes: Thanks to Dot, Meg, Jen, and Pete. Well, this story kept me up til 5
am this morning, but my betas tell me it makes sense, so there you have it.
Hope it satisfies. To everyone who's sent feedback already, big hugs...
They got back to her motel room before the police arrived at the bar. They
stood and stared at each other in silence. Every time Rogue opened her mouth
to say something, Logan would shush her. <I feel like Scott Evil,> she
thought. She was also sobering up quickly from the bourbon and the fight.
She knew Logan, and what came next on the agenda. She only hoped he wouldn't
leave her in search of it. She didn't think she could take him leaving her
to work off his adrenaline high with some other woman.
"What the hell are you doin' here?" he asked finally.
"I told you," she replied. "I missed you. The way you left -- you didn't
even stop to see me. I know, I know you were upset, but the least you could
She broke off as he grabbed her left hand. "Where's the ring?"
"The ring. And shouldn't you be on your honeymoon? I can't believe Gumbo is
lettin' you chase me all over Canada. What the hell kinda marriage do you
"Back the fuck up." She was sober now, and couldn't believe what she was
hearing. "You think that Remy and I--" she stopped again, and things fell
into place. <Jeez,> she thought, <if Jubes was two inches taller, or Scott
just a little less anal, this never would have happened.> "But still, why
would you-- I don't understand," she said, sinking down onto the bed.
"You deserve better than him, Marie." He sat next to her and stroked her
hair. "You deserve better than that thief. You know he always had one hand
up Jubilee's skirt while he was sweet-talkin' you. What kinda husband lets
his wife go off chasin' another man right after the wedding? I'm sorry,
Marie, but I just couldn't stick around and watch you throw yourself away on
She shook her head. "Logan, listen to me. Read my lips." She placed her
hands on his cheeks and turned him to face her. "Remy and I are not married.
Scott and Jean got married. Remy was my partner in the wedding. He and
Jubilee are shacking up."
He blinked. He cocked his head. "Really?"
"And for true," she said, a smile lighting up her face. Another thought
crossed her mind and wiped away the smile. "But I don't get it. Why were you
sleeping your way west with women who looked like Jean?" She blushed as she
said it. "I mean, it's none of my business, of course. I know how you feel
about her. I just, I don't get it."
She got up and turned away from him. Her hand went unconsciously to the
dogtags around her neck. Now that the moment of truth had arrived, she
didn't think she could do it. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the chain
over her head and turned back to him. "I think you should take these back,
Logan. I can't be your little girl anymore. I need to get on with my life.
If you can't -- if you don't feel like I feel -- I can't wait around. I've
wasted the last six years of my life chasing you -- literally, for the past
few weeks -- and I can't do it anymore." She held the tags out to him,
blinking rapidly to forestall the tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"You want me?" he said hoarsely, stunned.
"More than anything," she whispered. "I thought you knew and were just
being, you know, nice about not wanting me back."
He shook his head. "I, you were with Bobby when I came back, and then that
guy from Boston. I just never thought. Oh fuck, I've had my head up my ass
for six years? Shit." He pulled her into his arms, pressing kisses to her
hair. "Marie, I'm so sorry. I've wanted you -- loved you -- for years. But
you were too young and then you always had boyfriends. And then I thought
you were gettin' married Shit."
He traced her lips with gloved fingers, and then floated her scarf across
them. "I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered.
"Please," she said.
The warm wet silk tasted of her, he thought, and it was good enough to make
him wonder if he'd be able to stop. She wouldn't let him, moaning low in her
throat and running her fingers through his hair.
He walked her to the bed and laid her down gently. She quickly stripped him
of his clothes, hands roaming, eager to touch every part of his perfectly
sculpted body. He growled as she pressed kisses to his chest through the
scarf and again when she feathered it over his erection and took him into
her mouth. His hips jerked instinctively and he fought against it, wanting
to be inside her the first time. "Marie, please," he whimpered.
She lifted her head and grinned. "Like that, do you?"
"Get over here," he rumbled, dragging her up, enjoying the friction the
motion created. He unzipped her jeans and murmured, "Thank God for
"Tights, Logan. These are tights."
"Whatever," he replied, far too interested in exploring the damp triangle
between her legs. He inhaled the scent of her arousal and wondered how he
got to be so lucky. He unsheathed about an inch of adamantium and slit the
tights -- and her underwear, too -- from front to back. He stoked her and
"Logan," she breathed. He loved the way she said his name. He felt around on
the floor for his pants -- luckily, he still had condoms in his wallet --
and then they were good to go. He sat up, his mouth finding her breasts as
she straddled him. She rocked back and forth, getting used to the feel of
him. "It's been a while," she whispered.
He didn't ask who and she didn't tell him. None of that was important now
anyway. They were finally together.
She began moving faster and his hands on her hips controlled their rhythm.
She arched her back and he slid his fingers in between their bodies to press
her clit. He kept his eyes open, drinking in the sight of her above him, and
he could see the tension building as he drove her towards climax. "Oh, God,
Logan," she moaned, her voice getting louder as she came.
"That's it, baby," he said hoarsely. "You got it. That's it. You're so
beautiful, Marie." He felt her muscles clench around him and he thrust
deeper, shuddering as he spilled into her, shouting her name.
They spent the rest of the night similarly occupied, and would have spent
most of the morning that way too, except her cell phone rang.
"Not now, Bobby," she said as Logan was slipping the scarf between her legs.
"Everything's fine. Yeah, he's here. And we'll be home for the holidays."
Thats one more kid wholl never get to go to school / Never get to fall in
love / Never get to be cool Rockin in the Free World Neil Young
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