Rogue: Day #2
Day #2! Today I've got a little Rogan drabble. I wrote this a while ago, but haven't gotten around to posting it.
And I know this challenge is supposed to be all about the women, but I can't help it if Logan just wants to force himself in here. It's not possible to mention Rogue without Wolverine.
Title: Home
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Logan/Marie
Rating: T
Word Count: 660
When the bar closes around 2 in the morning, Logan carries Marie home. The cool night air calms his thoughts, and the solid weight of Marie in his arms is strangely reassuring.
“Logan?” she calls, barely awake. She squints, human eyes hardly able to see anything in the darkness.
“Yeah, Marie?”
“Did you know my parents didn’t want me?” Her words are slurred, her flowing accent exaggerated from the alcohol she’s consumed. “Yeah, they saw me nearly kill that boy, and didn’t want anythin’ to do with me. Thought I was dangerous.” She closes her eyes. “And I am. I could kill anyone with a simple touch. Do you know what it’s like, Logan? To need to be close to someone, but to not be able to touch them?” By now, tears are flowing down her cheeks. Logan can smell the dark tang of her grief in the air, and he feels it too. The animal inside of him aches to touch her, to be connected to her physically, but he knows that he can’t.
After a few minutes, Marie’s breathing evens out and Logan can tell she’s asleep. When he reaches the hotel room, he sets her gently on the bed, trying not to wake her. Turning away from Marie’s sleeping form, Logan crosses the room to gather his nightclothes.
“Do you know that I love you?” Logan turns around with a start to see Marie staring at him, eyes tired but clear, despite her drunkenness. When he says nothing, she continues. “It’s true. I’ve loved you since the day I saw you in that bar, Wolverine. You may fool everyone else with that tough exterior, but not me. I know who you truly are. And I love you for it.”
Logan smiles. “I love you too, Marie.”
And I know this challenge is supposed to be all about the women, but I can't help it if Logan just wants to force himself in here. It's not possible to mention Rogue without Wolverine.
Title: Home
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Logan/Marie
Rating: T
Word Count: 660
When the bar closes around 2 in the morning, Logan carries Marie home. The cool night air calms his thoughts, and the solid weight of Marie in his arms is strangely reassuring.
“Logan?” she calls, barely awake. She squints, human eyes hardly able to see anything in the darkness.
“Yeah, Marie?”
“Did you know my parents didn’t want me?” Her words are slurred, her flowing accent exaggerated from the alcohol she’s consumed. “Yeah, they saw me nearly kill that boy, and didn’t want anythin’ to do with me. Thought I was dangerous.” She closes her eyes. “And I am. I could kill anyone with a simple touch. Do you know what it’s like, Logan? To need to be close to someone, but to not be able to touch them?” By now, tears are flowing down her cheeks. Logan can smell the dark tang of her grief in the air, and he feels it too. The animal inside of him aches to touch her, to be connected to her physically, but he knows that he can’t.
After a few minutes, Marie’s breathing evens out and Logan can tell she’s asleep. When he reaches the hotel room, he sets her gently on the bed, trying not to wake her. Turning away from Marie’s sleeping form, Logan crosses the room to gather his nightclothes.
“Do you know that I love you?” Logan turns around with a start to see Marie staring at him, eyes tired but clear, despite her drunkenness. When he says nothing, she continues. “It’s true. I’ve loved you since the day I saw you in that bar, Wolverine. You may fool everyone else with that tough exterior, but not me. I know who you truly are. And I love you for it.”
Logan smiles. “I love you too, Marie.”