Fic: Like Wet on Water: 1/1: NC-17: Logan/Rogue
- Title: Like Wet on Water
Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@...]
Summary: "Jubilee stole my clothes."
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of
fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.
Archive: Lists, Muse's Fool.
Feedback: Yeah, baby. Any kind you wanna send.
Notes: Thanks to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. Special thanks to Naomi
Chana for mentioning the "they stole our clothes" clich� in my LJ, which
sent me off and running. And to DD for the title, the beta and the
Like Wet on Water
When Rogue finally mastered her mutation, the whole mansion held its
breath in anticipation.
Everyone thought that Logan would finally make his move, or that she would
be so overjoyed at being able to touch that she'd jump on him and they
wouldn't leave her bedroom for days.
So it was something of a shock to them all when nothing changed.
Except that things did change. They deteriorated rapidly between Logan and
Rogue. The sexual tension between them, which had always been sublimated
into a close and loving friendship, was suddenly fraught with an edge that
got everyone's attention. Everyone in the mansion could feel the passion
simmering between them, building slowly until they all knew it would have
to explode; they just hoped it exploded into passion and love, not anger
They circled each other warily, Logan still afraid he was bad for the
woman he'd come to think of as his best friend and soulmate (not that he'd
ever use that term, of course), and Rogue still afraid Logan was in love
with Jean even if his lingering glances warmed her body and haunted her
Finally, after weeks of tension (which, truth be told, neither Scott nor
Ororo much minded, as it kept Jean and Xavier both in a constant state of
arousal and made their lives a lot more fun, even if they got less sleep
than ever), Jubilee decided to take a hand.
Talking to the frustrated pair was as useful as talking to a brick wall,
and she'd seen enough romantic comedies to know that drastic action was
required. And drastic action required the wacky best friend to get
creative and make a plan for the oblivious yet meant-to-be-together couple
to get together at last.
So one day, after the oblivious pair had their daily Danger Room session
(which brimmed with so much sexual tension that even the non-telepaths in
the room found themselves scurrying to find a lover afterwards), Jubilee
put her plan into action.
Waiting until Rogue was under the shower, she signaled Bobby, who froze
the pipes in the men's locker room, forcing Logan into the women's area to
As soon as Logan entered the stall, muttering to himself about the sad
lack of curtains on the men's showers and how come all the women didn't
have to get naked together, Jubes sent Kitty into the lockers to steal all
The stage was set. Now it was up to the players. Jubilee hoped they didn't
screw up their parts.
Logan cursed to himself as he lathered up. He knew Marie was in here
somewhere, naked, wet and slippery...
And he had to stop thinking like that. It was dangerous. She was beautiful
and now she was touchable and he wasn't going to stand in her way. She
could have any man she wanted, and he was almost certain he'd cured her of
her infatuation with himself.
She'd wanted to touch him, offered him first crack at so much bare, pale,
*safe* skin, and he'd flinched, afraid that if he started touching her,
he'd never be able to stop. So he started avoiding her. It was safer that
way -- less tempting. He could smell it on her, desire perfuming the air
whenever they were together. In fact, he could smell it right now.
He bit back a moan, his hand drifting down to grab his cock, hard and
aching for her touch. He stroked it twice before stopping -- he didn't
trust himself to do this with her so close. He would get caught and that
would be all kinds of bad.
He leaned against the tile, which cooled his heated skin even in the warm
spray of the shower. He took a couple of deep breaths, loving the scent of
her in the humid air, but determined to get himself under control.
He didn't think he could take much more of this, though. He had to leave
soon, go north, maybe, and stay away until he was sure she was involved
with someone else. He could do that. He could watch from the sidelines and
want what he couldn't have. It was the story of his life.
It was getting what he wanted, and losing it, that scared him to death.
Rogue sighed in frustration as she rubbed lotion on her aching muscles.
She couldn't do this much longer. She thought she'd break under the strain
of not touching him. Of not *being* touched by him.
It had been one thing when she *couldn't* touch. She'd accepted that,
drawn into herself and covered her skin, more afraid of carelessness than
anything. And careless he'd been. He'd touched her regularly, a hand on
the shoulder, a finger in her hair -- gloved or ungloved, it hadn't
mattered. He'd always been the one who was unafraid, undaunted.
Until the day he discovered she could touch. Then he'd shrunk from her in
fear and, she was convinced, disgust.
He'd touched her as long as it could never be more than a fleeting brush
of fingers down her cheek. As soon as she was touchable, available, he'd
drawn back like she was death.
She shook her head.
Who could understand men? They seemed so simple, especially Logan --
fight, fuck, food. If only he were as simple as he looked, as he wanted
everyone to think, then she wouldn't be in this state, constantly aroused,
worn to a thread with wanting and not having.
For their training sessions, she kept covered up. It was the only way she
could be sure that he'd still spar with her. He'd stopped hanging out with
her, and she knew he was close to leaving altogether. So if he felt more
comfortable with her covered head-to-toe in spandex, she could do that.
She knew he could smell her desire, but that she had no control over.
She pulled the comb through her tangled hair in frustration. She was this
close to marching over to the men's locker room and having her way with
him right now.
But fear of his reaction stopped her.
Sighing, she shed her towel and reached into the locker for her clothes.
And found them missing.
A quick scan of the area showed that they were nowhere in sight.
"Crap." She picked up the damp towel and wrapped it around herself.
"Jubilee, this isn't funny!" she shouted, but there was no answer.
The locker room was silent except for the shower running in the next row
Pulling the towel tight, she padded over to the other side of the room.
Where Logan was just emerging from the shower stall, water sluicing over
his chest and down his abdomen, following the narrow trail of hair until
it disappeared into the tangle at his groin.
She stopped and stared. He was amazing. The hard planes of his body
glistened in the dim fluorescent light, and she ran her eyes over him
slowly, beginning with his hair, already forming points as it dried, then
down over his chest and stomach, and stopping dead at the sight of his
cock, erect and jutting from his body.
He raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"
"Uh, uh--" 'Think,' she told herself furiously, but her brain was not
functioning at this point, having ceded control to her hormones.
He turned away, giving her a great view of his broad, muscular back and
firm, rounded ass. She swallowed hard.
"Jubilee stole my clothes," she blurted as he reached into a locker. She
moved closer, around the bench separating them. She needed to be near him,
was drawn to him like iron shavings to a magnet. Which would be funny, if
she thought about it, could think about it, because he was the one with
the metal skeleton.
He turned back again, hands empty from his quest for his own clothing. She
couldn't help it. Her eyes went straight back to his cock.
"See something you like?" he said, and she snapped her eyes up to his
face. He looked -- tense. Turned on, yes, and proud, but definitely tense.
Before her brain could kick into gear again and stop her, she slid to her
knees before him. "Can I touch it?" she whispered, already suiting action
She curled her hand around his hard, hot cock and he gasped. She took that
for a yes. She was tentative -- as much as guys had said they liked her,
none had been willing to let the girl with the lethal skin get too close
to their family jewels.
She looked up to see his eyes on her, dark with something she couldn't
quite figure out. Desire, yes, but also fear.
She began stroking him gently from base to tip. "Is this okay?"
He leaned back against the lockers and grunted, "Harder."
She increased her pace, scooting forward a little. With her left hand, she
traced the underside of the shaft, brow furrowing in concentration. She
traced the slit, and brought her finger to her mouth, tasting the pre-come
with interest. He groaned and she looked up again. The emotion in his eyes
sent shivers through her, and desire uncurled itself in her belly. Her
nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of the towel, making her gasp in
She thought she might be able to come just from the feel of his cock in
her hand. She leaned forward, almost on instinct, and licked the head. His
hips jerked forward, and she grabbed his ass in surprise.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"Is it okay?" she asked, suddenly worried about doing it wrong. He had so
much experience, and since her first kiss had ended in disaster, she'd
avoided intimate contact of any kind. It had been six years since she'd
touched anyone skin-to-skin, and she'd never done this at all.
"Better than," he managed, and ran one finger over the arch of her cheek.
"Don't stop. Please." That last was almost pleading, and another flare of
pleasure filled her; she felt the warmth between her thighs now, and
parted them slightly as she bent again to lick him, knowing he could smell
her, knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Maybe more,
even, if the way his hips moved in time with her hand was any indication.
Another, firmer lick, snaking her tongue around the head and then letting
him fill her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, cradling her skull.
"Marie," he groaned.
She bobbed her head up and down, trying to remember what she'd seen in
movies, and in his memories. She slid her teeth along the underside of the
shaft, enjoying the way he trembled. She might be the one on her knees,
but she was in control, and it was a powerful turn-on to know she could do
this to him with hands and lips and tongue.
He grunted again, and then his hands moved from the back of her head to
her chin. He pushed, and with one last long slide of her lips, she pulled
"What? Did I do it wrong?" she asked anxiously.
He shook his head, and she could see the tension in his body. If he pushed
her away now, she was going to cry.
He took her hands and hauled her up; her towel fluttered to the floor. He
didn't answer in words. Instead, he kissed her, his mouth slanting over
hers forcefully. His hands were everywhere, pressing her against him,
skimming over her breasts and hips, his cock rubbing against her belly.
The rough velvet of his tongue inside her mouth sent fire through her
veins. She couldn't get close enough to him; the feel of his chest hair
against her breasts made her gasp and when his thumbs flicked over her
nipples, she thought she was going to collapse. She pressed herself to him
and he laughed against her mouth, a sound that warmed her in ways that had
everything to do with him and nothing to do with what their bodies were
"Logan," she pleaded, wondering how he was able to exert such rigid
control when she was wild for him. "I need you inside me."
A low growl replaced the laughter, and he swung them around, so her back
was against the lockers now. He slipped a hand beneath her ass and lifted,
hooking her right leg around his hips and bringing his cock in contact
with her wet and aching sex.
"God, Marie," he whispered, slipping a hand between them to stroke her
folds. She shuddered in pleasure at the feel of his fingers.
"Please--" It was a barely a squeak.
His breath was hot and sweet in her ear. "This is your first time, right?"
She blinked, nodded. Oh, God, he -- "You're not going to stop, are you?"
Again, that deep, rumbling laugh. "No, darlin'. There's no stopping now.
But--" Quicker than he should have been able to, weighed down by an
adamantium skeleton and one hundred and twenty pounds of Rogue clinging to
him, he straddled the bench with her on his lap, her legs falling to
either side of his hips. He brushed the wet mop of hair off her forehead
and she could see how much effort this restraint was costing him, sweat
beading along his brow and chest, mingling with the last remnants of water
from his shower. "Unless you want to stop?"
"Never." And she leaned forward, kissing him hard.
He went to work again, stroking and teasing her clit until she was panting
and writhing in his arms. She was stunned at the feelings flooding through
her, better than anything she'd ever imagined or been able to conjure up
on her own. The orgasm hit with surprising force; she shuddered with it as
pleasure radiated out through her body.
She was still shaking with the aftershocks when she felt Logan's cock
press against her entrance. "Easy, baby," he whispered. "Relax." He guided
her hips with his hands and she raised up to give him access.
She let the pleasurable languor leach away her nervousness, and thought it
was going really, really well, considering that fifteen minutes ago, she'd
been desperate to get him to touch her and--
"Oh!" The feel of him pushing into her was startling.
He cupped her cheek, his thumb running over her lips. "You okay?"
She shifted slightly and nodded. "Yeah. I think so." She lowered herself a
little, taking in more of him. It was-- different than what she'd
expected, and with a slow, steady push, he was sheathed in her to the
"God." It was the merest breath against her lips, and she opened her mouth
to take it in. She wanted everything of him, as much as she could get,
He began thrusting slowly, gently, still guiding her hips with his hands
as she moved above him, getting used to the stretch, the feel, the rhythm.
It was amazing. She was aware of every nerve ending, every sensation
inside and out -- the feel of his skin against hers, the sound of their
bodies sliding against each other, damp with water and sweat and lotion.
His mouth trailed fire along her jaw and throat and she threw back her
head as their pace sped up; she rode him with wild abandon, her hands
gripping his shoulders tightly.
He growled then, his teeth bared in a fierce smile of triumph and pleasure
as he climaxed inside her, thrusting even harder than before. She felt the
warm spurt of his come and the fleeting thought of condoms crossed her
mind, but she had waited so long to be able to touch that even with the
risks involved, she didn't want anything between them this first time.
"Marie, baby," he groaned, resting his head in the crook of her neck,
"I love you, Logan," she said, her body still thrumming and taut with
"You do?" She felt his eyes bore into hers and wondered why he seemed so
"Yeah. I always have."
"Oh." He kissed her, his lips warm and tender, molding to hers gently as
his tongue swept into her mouth again. She met it with her own, tasting
him as he tasted her. His hand slid between them, once more finding her
clitoris and teasing it, his cock still buried inside her and growing hard
Once more, he shifted their positions and she found herself on her back on
the bench, legs wrapped around his hips, hands grasping his biceps and
back arched to rub her breasts against his chest.
She couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but *feel* as he
took her over the edge again, slowly this time, with long, languid strokes
and gentle kisses raining down on her face and neck and breasts.
When they were finished, she was weak-kneed and hoarse, lightheaded and
He appeared dazed as well, but he managed to disengage from her, though
she grabbed him and grunted in protest, still not quite able to speak
"Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, carrying her into the shower
stall he'd used earlier, and turning on the water.
She clung to him, still feeling boneless, though her brain was beginning
to take charge again. He gently washed her down, taking every opportunity
to kiss as many parts of her body as he could reach.
"Logan?" She looked up at him, and when he didn't meet her gaze, she
grasped his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. "Why were you
avoiding me? Didn't you want this?" She waved a hand between them.
She saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.
"I was--" he stopped and cleared his throat. "I thought--"
She smiled, flooded with joy, even though he hadn't said the words yet.
His bumbling around the subject was proof enough that his feelings for her
ran deep, and she knew he hated discussing them. "You were scared! You big
scaredy-cat! You love me and you were scared to tell me!"
"I was not!" he replied indignantly. "I thought, you know, I thought I was
bad for you." This last came out in a rushed mumble.
"But you do love me, right?" she asked. "I just want to get clear on that
He laughed, and hugged her close. "Oh yeah, darlin'. I love you," he
growled in her ear, and she felt his cock hard against her thigh.
She reached down to stroke him, slightly awed. "Again?"
His answering grin was rakish. "Can't beat the healing factor."
Kitty, Bobby and Jubilee sat outside the locker room.
"I think it worked," Bobby said. "If those moans we heard are any
Kitty blushed. "Who'd have thought Rogue would be so loud? She doesn't
even sing in the shower."
Jubilee rolled her eyes. "Look, Kitty, why don't you phase in and have a
look around, just to make sure--"
"Absolutely not. What if they're still--"
"Fine. Then I'll go in and--"
"And what, kid?" Logan, towel wrapped around his waist, with a similarly
clad Rogue in his arms, walked out of the locker room.
The three conspirators jumped up, scrambling out of his way, grinning
foolishly. Logan strode past them.
"Uh, nothing. You go, guys," Jubilee said, backing away. "Go have some
"We will," Rogue called over Logan's shoulder. "But you better bring my
clothes back tomorrow!"
Kitty, Jubilee and Bobby shared a smirk as the couple disappeared into the
elevator. "I don't think she'll be needing clothes any time soon," Jubilee
said smugly. "And you all said I'd never learn anything useful from
spending so much time at the movies. Ha!" She nodded in satisfaction.
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