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Title: Three Empty Coffee Cups.
Author: K Marie
Email: marie.jlr @ gmail.com
Rating: Hard R
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Summary: Rogue waits for Logan, who may or may not come.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really. Not Logan, not Marie, not even the Rating system.
Author's Note: Written for Slodwick's A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Challenge.
No beta. 1000 words. something like that.
She was waiting. He was suppose to be there three hours ago. Three coffee cups ago. Half an apple pie.
"You wanna 'nother?" the waitress ask her.
"No, I think I'll just be going."
"I'll get your check then."
She looks out the window as she waits for the check. He picked this place because of several different reason. The location -- Northern Canada, far enough away from the US. And most people. The people here weren't going to be saying anything either. She and Logan had stopped here before after missions. Plus there was a fifty dollar a night morel right next door.
***
After a mission they had gone on together, they spent a few weeks holed up in that motel. They had needed to lay low before heading back to Westchester. They only room left had one bed. Actually it had two, but on was right under a leak in the roof. She had found that out the second night they had been there. Rogue had been sleeping when she felt a drip of water on her cheek. Then another, and then one on her neck, her chest, her tummy. And then the ceiling fell through. Or at least that's what it felt like as the storm flew into the room through a hole in the roof. She yelped.
"What the hell?" Logan asked, sitting up.
"The roof is leaking! And I'm soaked."
"Here," he said throwing her a towel, "go change. And then you can take the other bed."
"Ok," she said as she caught the towel. She went into the bathroom, put on another t-shirt and went back and crawled into bed. "Where are you going to sleep?"
"On the floor."
"Oh." Rogue listened to Logan sleeping for a while. She tossed and turned, feeling horrible about taking the whole bed.
"Go to sleep kid."
"I can't. We should share the bed, ya know."
"Don't want you to get hurt."
"You know I won't. 'Sides that floor can't be comfortable. Or smell good. Come on, Logan."
"No. Got to sleep."
"I'm not gonna get any sleep. Just get up here."
"Rogue."
"Wolvie."
"Marie..."
"Logan, just get in this bed. I'm not going to maul you."
"Will you shut up?"
"What?"
"If I get in bed with you, will you shut up?"
"Can't garuntee it, but maybe."
"Fine," he said as he got up off the floor. She was always amazed at the way he moved, silently, like a cat. He slipped into the bed the same way.
They were both asleep in minutes.
It was the first time neither of them had any nightmares.
They slept in the same bed for the rest of the week. When they got back home, she moved her stuff into his room. There was nothing sexual about it, as much as Scott, Bobby, and several others thought so. It was simply sleep.
At least that's the way it started.
Rogue came home one night after spending time with Kitty and Jubilee at the club. By the time she got to their room, Rogue was excited. Wanting.
"Logan. Fuck me."
"What? Marie are you out of your mind?"
"Yes. Very much so. I've never been fucked by anything other than a piece of plastic."
"What? Marie, are you drunk?"
"No, but I have been drinking."
"Marie, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm tired of being the only twenty five year old virgin in this mansion."
"And you want me--"
"To make that not be true."
Nothing happened that night. Nor the next. In fact, nothing happened between them for six months. Then one night, he kissed her. And it all just went from there.
***
While they were falling in love, the world went on around them. Congress passed the Mutant Registration Act. The Sentials attacked mutants, as well as non-mutants carrying recessive x-genes. Registration went from voluntary to mandatory. The X-Men went from superheroes to supervillans. Camps started to open. Everyone was leaving the country.
Logan came up with the plan. He, Scott and Jean would drive south, then turn back north. Rogue, Kitty and Bobby, Jubilee and Remy would head straight north. Jean and Scott would wait at the border for the rest of the group still in New York. Kitty and Bobby would wait a few hours up the road, then Jubilee and Remy two hours from them. Logan and Rogue were the last meeting point. Rogue would get to the spot first, Logan would be just an hour behind her.
That was the plan. She had called Jean and Scott, they had gotten to their meeting point on time. Logan should have arrived on time. She had called Kitty and Bobby as well as Jubilee and Remy; none of them had seen him. There was no reason for him to be late.
But he was. Three hours. Three empty coffee cups, half an apple pie. Thirteen dollars. She left a twenty on the table and headed out the door. She was worried. Logan should have called, let her know what was going on. She had waited as long as she could. Had to get going.
Logan wasn't there. Wasn't going to make it. She had to get going. Had to meet the others.
She couldn't think. Didn't know where she was going.
"Miss, excuse me, I need to get by."
"Oh, umm, sorry."
Rogue walked out the door, pulling her keys from her pocket. She watched a truck pull in behind her car. Watched the driver get out of the car.
"Hey Marie."
"You asshole!"
"What?" Logan asked walking towards her.
"You could have called! Let me know you were going to be late. I was worried. Nobody knew where you were. I was scared."
"Oh, darlin' I'm sorry. I needed to get us a new ride. Something that hadn't crossed the border."
Marie stared at the truck. "You mean, an old ride."
"Yeah, well, it'll attract less attention out here than that car."
"I hate you," she whispered.
"I love you too, Marie," he said kissing her.
Author: K Marie
Email: marie.jlr @ gmail.com
Rating: Hard R
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Summary: Rogue waits for Logan, who may or may not come.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Really. Not Logan, not Marie, not even the Rating system.
Author's Note: Written for Slodwick's A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Challenge.
No beta. 1000 words. something like that.
She was waiting. He was suppose to be there three hours ago. Three coffee cups ago. Half an apple pie.
"You wanna 'nother?" the waitress ask her.
"No, I think I'll just be going."
"I'll get your check then."
She looks out the window as she waits for the check. He picked this place because of several different reason. The location -- Northern Canada, far enough away from the US. And most people. The people here weren't going to be saying anything either. She and Logan had stopped here before after missions. Plus there was a fifty dollar a night morel right next door.
***
After a mission they had gone on together, they spent a few weeks holed up in that motel. They had needed to lay low before heading back to Westchester. They only room left had one bed. Actually it had two, but on was right under a leak in the roof. She had found that out the second night they had been there. Rogue had been sleeping when she felt a drip of water on her cheek. Then another, and then one on her neck, her chest, her tummy. And then the ceiling fell through. Or at least that's what it felt like as the storm flew into the room through a hole in the roof. She yelped.
"What the hell?" Logan asked, sitting up.
"The roof is leaking! And I'm soaked."
"Here," he said throwing her a towel, "go change. And then you can take the other bed."
"Ok," she said as she caught the towel. She went into the bathroom, put on another t-shirt and went back and crawled into bed. "Where are you going to sleep?"
"On the floor."
"Oh." Rogue listened to Logan sleeping for a while. She tossed and turned, feeling horrible about taking the whole bed.
"Go to sleep kid."
"I can't. We should share the bed, ya know."
"Don't want you to get hurt."
"You know I won't. 'Sides that floor can't be comfortable. Or smell good. Come on, Logan."
"No. Got to sleep."
"I'm not gonna get any sleep. Just get up here."
"Rogue."
"Wolvie."
"Marie..."
"Logan, just get in this bed. I'm not going to maul you."
"Will you shut up?"
"What?"
"If I get in bed with you, will you shut up?"
"Can't garuntee it, but maybe."
"Fine," he said as he got up off the floor. She was always amazed at the way he moved, silently, like a cat. He slipped into the bed the same way.
They were both asleep in minutes.
It was the first time neither of them had any nightmares.
They slept in the same bed for the rest of the week. When they got back home, she moved her stuff into his room. There was nothing sexual about it, as much as Scott, Bobby, and several others thought so. It was simply sleep.
At least that's the way it started.
Rogue came home one night after spending time with Kitty and Jubilee at the club. By the time she got to their room, Rogue was excited. Wanting.
"Logan. Fuck me."
"What? Marie are you out of your mind?"
"Yes. Very much so. I've never been fucked by anything other than a piece of plastic."
"What? Marie, are you drunk?"
"No, but I have been drinking."
"Marie, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm tired of being the only twenty five year old virgin in this mansion."
"And you want me--"
"To make that not be true."
Nothing happened that night. Nor the next. In fact, nothing happened between them for six months. Then one night, he kissed her. And it all just went from there.
***
While they were falling in love, the world went on around them. Congress passed the Mutant Registration Act. The Sentials attacked mutants, as well as non-mutants carrying recessive x-genes. Registration went from voluntary to mandatory. The X-Men went from superheroes to supervillans. Camps started to open. Everyone was leaving the country.
Logan came up with the plan. He, Scott and Jean would drive south, then turn back north. Rogue, Kitty and Bobby, Jubilee and Remy would head straight north. Jean and Scott would wait at the border for the rest of the group still in New York. Kitty and Bobby would wait a few hours up the road, then Jubilee and Remy two hours from them. Logan and Rogue were the last meeting point. Rogue would get to the spot first, Logan would be just an hour behind her.
That was the plan. She had called Jean and Scott, they had gotten to their meeting point on time. Logan should have arrived on time. She had called Kitty and Bobby as well as Jubilee and Remy; none of them had seen him. There was no reason for him to be late.
But he was. Three hours. Three empty coffee cups, half an apple pie. Thirteen dollars. She left a twenty on the table and headed out the door. She was worried. Logan should have called, let her know what was going on. She had waited as long as she could. Had to get going.
Logan wasn't there. Wasn't going to make it. She had to get going. Had to meet the others.
She couldn't think. Didn't know where she was going.
"Miss, excuse me, I need to get by."
"Oh, umm, sorry."
Rogue walked out the door, pulling her keys from her pocket. She watched a truck pull in behind her car. Watched the driver get out of the car.
"Hey Marie."
"You asshole!"
"What?" Logan asked walking towards her.
"You could have called! Let me know you were going to be late. I was worried. Nobody knew where you were. I was scared."
"Oh, darlin' I'm sorry. I needed to get us a new ride. Something that hadn't crossed the border."
Marie stared at the truck. "You mean, an old ride."
"Yeah, well, it'll attract less attention out here than that car."
"I hate you," she whispered.
"I love you too, Marie," he said kissing her.