Title: How to be Insensitive
Rating: NC-17 (Logan/Rogue)
Summary: The expression on your face, told me
Maybe, you might have some advice to give
How to be insensitive.
Disclaimer: Fox and Marvel have all the real power.
Archive: Lists. Ask, I'll say yes.
Feedback: That would be nice, I will even read
Author's Notes: Thanks to Rach, Victoria, DD and Jamie
for the beta. All mistakes made after they did their
magic are the fault of my computer, it is old enough
and should know better.
Rogue knew by the time they reached the mansion. He
was different; something had changed. There was a
remoteness in his eyes when he looked at her. The
casual way he walked off the Blackbird didn't help.
He was too calm.
He should be yelling at her. Telling her what a
stupid kid she was. How she didn't know her ass from
a hole in the ground. Asking her what the hell she
thought she was doing. But he didn't. His coolness
toward her made her uncomfortable.
She thought that their friendship was solid. He was
always there for her. Lately, she found that she
wanted more than his friendship. After last week, she
was sure that he was finally seeing her as more than a
kid. She tried hard to make her interest in him
apparent, but he ignored all of her attempts at
Logan stood under the hard spray of the showerhead,
letting it run in rivers down his back. He would have
finished before the others, but he stayed, trying to
let the water wash away the need. The need to stay
calm, to be focused. The need to show her it didn't
That wasn't right. If he let that run down the
drain, he would still be left with a different need.
The need to touch her, to be with her. The need to
show her how much it did matter.
He had watched for two years as she pushed hard to
gain control of her mutation. They were friends, and
he'd coached her through setbacks, disappointments and
failures, while she learned. The past month she had
an amazing string of breakthroughs, resulting in last
week's final success.
She'd come running into the garage and flung herself
at him, all smiles and happy tears. He'd scarcely
understood a word she said as the explanation came out
in a rush. He found that he enjoyed the feel of her
supple body pressed against him. Caught up in the
moment, he kissed her, a slight brushing of lips.
It was his undoing. The desire in her eyes and his
own body's rising demands forced him to pull back and
call her "kid." He congratulated her and took her out
for dinner, kicking himself the entire time for
wanting to take advantage of her happiness.
He worked hard all week to quash the lust that the
sight of her brought boiling to the surface. Every
small gesture, every touch, no matter how
insignificant, made him want her. She was his friend,
and he wouldn't ruin that because he couldn't control
his raging libido.
He thought he had it under control. Until earlier
this evening, when she followed him into that
building. His need for her mutated and twisted into
She'd done it before, followed him into dangerous
situations. She was trained to do it, but didn't yet
have enough experience to carry it out. Each time,
the seasoned warrior berated the green recruit for
This time, however, there was a difference. It
wasn't a simple matter of the veteran looking after
the inexperienced. He let it become something more.
He wasn't stupid, not by a long shot, he knew what it
was. He had allowed himself to fall hard and fast for
He made a decision by the time he shoved her into the
jet. He would not allow his feelings to get her hurt
or worse. In his mind the best way to do that was to
cut any attachments for her.
If he could make it the next couple of days.... If
not he might need to leave....
Damn it, didn't the hot water in this place ever run
out, Rogue wondered. She'd spent the last half an
hour pretending to clean her locker while waiting for
Logan. He had to walk past the door on his way to the
elevator. She only knew of one other way to get
Sticking her head out to check, she saw him take the
first step onto the waiting elevator. She made a run
for it, barely dodging the doors. The second they
closed she began her apology.
"I'm so sorry. I should know better by now. I've
been on enough missions. You can take care of
yourself. You don't need me to go rushin' in after
you. I swear I will do better next time."
She expected at least a grunt in response to her
admission, but instead received a chilly gaze and a
growl. It didn't alarm her that he growled--he
growled at everybody. It was the tone that bothered
her. This wasn't the tolerant sound she always got,
but the warning shot he gave strangers. That worried
her. What if she was wrong about his change of
feelings for her?
She trailed after him, through the kitchen as he
retrieved a beer on his way to the patio. He ignored
her as he sat down, propping his feet on another chair
and taking a swig of beer.
"So is our friendship over? Did I fuck up one too
"Look, Rogue, I don't care what you do. You've been
trained. You're an X-Man."
That was not a good sign. He never called her Rogue,
not when they were alone. At this rate he would be
challenging Bobby for the title of Iceman. It took
her a minute to form a response.
"Tell me how you do that. Maybe you can teach me?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"Maybe you can give me lessons on how to be
She saw it then, just a flicker in his mask. That
passion-filled glance gave her the opening. He wanted
her. She studied him a moment longer before stepping
Logan was startled when she swung a leg over his,
straddling his hips. Her suddenness made him spill a
little of his second drink of beer on his chin.
Setting the bottle down, he grabbed her hips to lift
her off of him.
Her hand was already threaded through his hair,
pulling his head back until he was staring up at the
heavens. He felt her warm, moist breath on his neck.
In a painfully slow move, she traced the trickle of
beer up his neck to his chin with her tongue. His
hands tightened around her hips when she began to
carefully suck any residue of the amber liquid from
his lower lip.
"Mmmm....Logan and Molson, always an intoxicating
mixture. Good enough to make a girl come."
His facade of indifference slipped away, and he let
his body respond as she purred into his ear. He
ground her down onto his erection, listening to her
whisperings of want, need, and love. Her soft voice
turned to hot breathy moans and pants captured against
the tender skin under his ear.
The hand on his shoulder and the one on the back of
his head tightened demandingly. He was immersed in
her scent when she leaned in to let her breasts rub
against his chest. He needed her, needed inside her
more than he had needed anything in the last eighteen
She was rocking into his hips, making his cock throb
and ache. He couldn't tell any longer if that was the
sound of her blood pounding in his ears or his own.
Unfortunately for him, she chose that moment to slide
her teeth along the jugular vein in his neck, sending
him over the edge.
He watched in a daze as the stars plunged across the
sky. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his hips up to
meet her body. His hoarse grunt was met with her loud
moan. He held her tight as her body trembled and then
Resting his cheek on her head, he marveled at the
young woman that made him act like a novice. A two
minute novice at that. He laughed softly into her
"What's so funny, sugar?"
"Not acting so insensitive now, huh darlin'?" He
could feel her smile against his shoulder.
"Nope, not at all." She pulled back to look at him.
"Now, what are we going to do about us?"
He was struck by how beautiful she was, still flushed
from her exertion. Not to mention how coyly she hid
behind her hair after her domineering performance.
"I think we might be able to work out a compromise
upstairs." He moved to cradle her, then stood up and
headed back inside. "And Marie, no more following me
"Well, sugar, you are going to have to do a lot of
persuading. I hope you're prepared for that."
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