Reaching Out
Chapter 6: Announcements & Invitations
by
Catlover
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Marvel owns the X-men lock, stock and barrel. I'm only using them for my sick purposes and them cleaning them off and placing them back on the shelf.
*Italics are thoughts.
Several months passed. The seasons changed from winter to spring. One beautiful mid-April day, the mansion was aflutter with excited voices. On the lips of every teenage occupant, the news of the first prom to be held at the mansion spread like wildfire. Anxiety reigned supreme as young males stuttered out invitations to girls who prayed that they would be asked. The prom was set for the next month on May 12. Professor Xavier smiled widely as a couple of his teenage charges hugged him tightly before running off to make plans. Looking across the room, Xavier saw Rogue in a circle of young girls, talking animatedly. A couple minutes later, he saw Logan stop by the room and look curiously at the commotion. Staring quizzically at the Professor, Logan held up his hands. Xavier waved him over and explained. Upon hearing the news, Logan slapped Xavier on the back and said, "You're a good man, Charlie Brown. These kids are going to love this." The Professor rubbed his shoulder and responded, "Yes, and from the looks of it, a certain young lady is loving it very much." Searching the room, Logan's eyes finally fell on Rogue's bright and beautiful face. Her eyes were opened wide and her mouth was turned up in a smile as she spoke quickly with the other girls. Looking to her side, Rogue caught sight of Logan. Her face brightened even more and she smiled even wider, taking Logan's breath away. Saying something quickly, Rogue backed away from her friends and crossed the room to reach Logan's side. He watched her approach. He marveled at how she seemed to get more beautiful, more graceful everyday. She wore a short-sleeved, burgundy blouse covered in floral embroidery and a pair of black jeans. Around her neck was a long black scarf and covering her arms were long black gloves. Her hair bounced as she walked up to him and with a flip of her hand she tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder just before she reached out and wrapped her arms around Logan's waist.
Beside them, Professor Xavier watched Logan place a hand across Rogue's lips and kiss the back of his hand. The Professor watched Logan closely and admired Rogue for the peace he felt emanating from Logan's consciousness. At all times, Logan held Rogue like she was a prize and the treatment revealed itself in everything they did. Rogue had greater confidence. She walked through the hallways with her head held high. She no longer shied away from conversations or contact. As for Logan, Rogue's influence on him was striking. In public, he smiled more often and, on occasion, even laughed. Xavier was pulled out of his reverie by a question posed by Rogue. "What made you think of throwing a prom, Professor?" Shaking away his previous thoughts, Xavier paused before her answered, "Well, we finally have enough teenagers to make it worthwhile. Also, I think some of my past classes may have thought they missed out on something by not having one." Rogue nodded and commented, "I agree. I had thought I would never go to a prom after I ran away from home and dropped out of school. I feel like I've regained something I thought I had lost." Xavier nodded. He looked out at the happy group of teenagers in front of him and sat higher in his wheelchair before saying, "It was a very good decision, but I can't take all the credit for it. Jean and Scott were the ones to mention it to me." Rogue laid her head on Logan's chest and said, "I'll be sure to thank them later." The Professor nodded and excused himself. As he left the room, Xavier looked back at Logan and Rogue one last time before smiling and continuing on his way.
That night at dinner, Jean smiled widely as Scott tapped his spoon against the side of his glass, gaining everyone's attention. Rising to his feet, Scott looked down into Jean's eyes and announced, "Everyone, I have an announcement to make. This morning, I asked Jean, this beautiful, graceful woman, to be my wife." Everyone cheered and Logan leaned forward and asked the obvious question, "So, what did she say?" Scott turned and looked at Logan with a confused face. Realizing what she said, Scott turned red and laughed as he replied, "She said yes and that's not all," Looking at Jean for permission, Scott continued after Jean nodded and blew him a kiss. "Jean has made me the happiest man in the world by making me a father." The room erupted in congratulations. Storm walked around the table and hugged Jean. Logan and Rogue walked over to Scott. Logan stopped short in front of Scott and said, "I don't know about that happiest man part, but congratulations, one-eye." Scott tilted his head to the side and nodded before offering his hand to Logan. In a replay of the first time Scott did that, Logan stared at Scott's hand for a second. Just when it seemed that Logan wouldn't take Scott's hand; Logan reached out and grabbed it. Quickly, to the shock of everyone, Logan pulled Scott into a backslapping hug. Letting go of a startled Scott, Logan turned to Jean. She mouthed a 'thank you' before sliding her arms around Logan's neck and hugging him. As people quieted down, Jean turned to the Professor and asked, "Professor, would you give me away?" Professor Xavier blinked back a couple tears before saying, "Of course." Jean wrapped her arms around Xavier's neck and kissed his forehead. Turning to Storm, Jean asked, "Will you be my maid of honor, Ororo?" Storm agreed enthusiastically and smiled widely. Setting aside old grudges, Rogue stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Jean. Pulling away, Rogue congratulated Jean, found Logan and stood beside him while the rest of the mansion's inhabitants drew closer to congratulate Jean and Scott.
Later that night, in Logan's room, Logan watched Rogue curiously. She was quiet and distracted. She had been all through dinner. The others hadn't noticed because she smiled widely and nodded when addressed, but Logan had noticed that something was off. Once inside his room, Rogue had collapsed onto his bed. Sitting sullenly, Rogue raised her arms over her head and leaned backwards until she fell back on the covers. Logan walked over to the bed and kneeled onto the mattress. Stretching out, he laid down beside Rogue. Propping himself up on his left elbow, Logan leaned over Rogue and asked, "What's wrong, Marie?" Rogue replied, "Nothing, really." Logan lifted an eyebrow and countered, "Oh really, Marie. I saw how upset you were at dinner. You may have fooled them, but you didn't fool me." Rogue looked at Logan and smiled. He knows me so well. Rogue ran a hand over Logan's chest and spoke, "I'm happy for Jean. I really am. It's just It's just that she seems to have so much, so many things I will never have." Logan's eyes narrowed as he asked, "Like what things?" Rogue tried to look away but Logan gripped her chin in his fingers and forced her to look him in the eyes. "What things, Marie?" Rogue whispered, "Like an intimate relationship. A physical relationship. A baby growing inside of her." Logan rubbed Rogue's cheek with his thumb and replied, "Now, granted, you can't get pregnant, but Marie, there are a lot of women who can't have children. You're not alone on that score." Rogue nodded sadly and said, "Yeah, I know. Only problem is that I don't think the knowledge that they're not alone is very comforting to any of those women either." Logan ran his hand down Rogue's body before resting his hand on her waist. "There are options, y'know. If you want a baby someday, then we could adopt." Rogue rolled her eyes and inquired, "Who would let two mutants adopt a baby, Logan?" Logan shifted closer to Rogue and said, "Lot's of people. Especially if they're trying to unload a mutant child." Rogue smiled wistfully and then frowned deeply. "I don't think it would be a good idea, Logan. What if, by accident, I touched the baby? I would kill it. I can't take that risk." Logan gripped Rogue's hip and turned her toward him and looked her directly in the eyes and said, "You can't live your life worrying about what might happen, Marie. Besides, I'm around you all the time. I get closer to toughing you than anyone else and nothing happens. Or, at least, I better be the only person who gets this close to touching you."
For a second, Rogue attempted a sly look. In response, Logan growled and tightened his grip on her waist. Throwing back her head, Rogue laughed and laughed until the pain of the previous exchange receded. Reaching into Logan's back pocket, Rogue pulled out his handkerchief and placed it over her lower face and neck, beckoning Logan with her enthusiasm. Logan placed his covered hands on Rogue's cheeks and leaned in toward her. Softly, so softly, Logan kissed her, cherishing the contours of her lips. Slowly, Logan started placing kisses on Rogue's cheek, nose, chin and neck. In between pants, Rogue asked, "Logan, can you do anything about the other thing Jean has that I don't?" For a second, Logan considered holding off. For months now, Logan had restrained himself from holding Rogue too intimately. True to his word, Logan went at Rogue's pace. He never rushed her and often held back for fear of it being to soon. Normally, Logan could discern the lust from the love in Rogue's eyes, but, at this moment, he could not. In Rogue's half-closed eyes, love shined through a veil made up of the need to be a regular woman held secure in the arms of her lover. Logan realized Rogue needed to have her sexuality confirmed. She needed to be assured that she was an alluring and enticing woman, even if she couldn't be toughed. At that moment, Logan decided he was more than willing to prove how desirable he found her.
Smiling hungrily, Logan rolled Rogue onto her back and proceeded to roll on top of her. Logan nestled his body between her open thighs and forced an arm under the small of her back. Raising her back up, Logan took in the sight of her covered breasts jutting out at him. Slowly, he lowered his head to the underside of Rogue's breasts and sucked in the cloth-covered flesh while he slipped a gloved hand into the back of her jeans. Rogue gasped at the feeling of his wet mouth travelling over her sensitive flesh and of his warm hand cupping her. Through his gloves, Rogue could feel his warmth and started to squirm from a familiar heat that started between her thighs and spread throughout her body. Raising her hips to Logan's, Rogue strained for release. Thrusting against her, Logan started to kiss his way up her covered chest, neck and chin. Finally landing on Rogue's lips, Logan kissed her hungrily as he ran his right hand through her hair and slipped his left hand out of the back of her jeans and slid it back in the front of her jeans. Rogue's back arched off the bed when Logan's hand came into contact with the soft flesh between her thighs. Quickly, Logan's fingers found the small bundle of nerves buried within the folds of flesh and rubbed it with small, fast, sharp circles. Immediately, Rogue started rolling her head back and forth. Her breath was short and her eyes were glazed over. Unable to think, Rogue could only feel the delicious sensations prompted by Logan kissing her shoulder and sucking harder on her neck where her pulse pounded out it's beat. Without warning, Rogue's body erupted and turned liquid. Logan held her tightly as she came back down to earth. He smoothed her hair away from her forehead and listened to her whimpers and screams, the almost endless litany of words that boiled down to Rogue loving him and only him.
After her mind cleared, Rogue looked up at Logan and said, "I can feel that I had an effect on you." Shrugging, Logan looked down to where their pelvises still pressed against one another. As he started to get up, Logan felt Rogue tug on his T-shirt. Curiously, Logan looked up into her welcoming eyes. Slowly, she shook her head and rolled Logan onto his back. "Not this time, Logan. I'm not going to let you take another cold shower." Logan held Rogue's forearms and Rogue at bay and said, "Marie, you don't have to." Rogue smiled seductively and replied, "I know that. You're not forcing me to do anything I don't want to do." When she raised her gaze to his, her eyes were determined. Reaching over Logan's head, Rogue pulled over the square of white cloth as she straddled Logan's waist. Spreading the handkerchief across his mouth, Rogue told Logan, "This time. This is just for you." Leaning over, Rogue pressed her open mouth to Logan's. Sliding her hands away from his face and down his chest, Rogue trailed the edge of his shirt with her fingers. She brought her fingers back up to his throat and rolled the collar between her fingers. Sliding down Logan's body, Rogue pressed her ass against the hard bulge in Logan's jeans. Logan let out a moan and placed his hands on Rogue's hips to maintain the pressure. Leaning over Logan, Rogue ran her fingers down the cotton of the shirt until her hands paused just above Logan's stomach. Confidently, Rogue slipped her hands under the shirt and ran her hands over Logan's tense chest muscles. Softly blowing air onto his skin, Rogue reveled in the sight of Logan's muscles dancing. Running her fingers through his sparse chest hair, Rogue mused inwardly that he had a lot less hair on his chest than on his face. Leaning forward, Rogue firmly pressed her lips against Logan's covered neck. Careful not to touch his skin, Rogue inched down, sucking on his flesh. Her hands slid down his body coming to rest on his pelvis while she tickled his left nipple with her tongue. Looking up, Rogue could see Logan's pleasure filled face, his head thrown back and his mouth open. She could feel his hands on her arms and back, fiercely grasping at her flesh. Cautiously, she started moving her hands toward their final destination and reached for the button on his jeans. Within an inch of their objective, Rogue's hands stopped because her arms were grasped in the grip of two large hands. Logan smiled tightly at Rogue and shook his head. Examining Logan's serious face, Rogue stared intently at Logan as she freed her right arm from his grasp and slipped her hand behind the waistband. Freeing her other hand, Rogue undid his pants and pulled down the zipper.
Surrendering to Rogue's persistent touch, Logan lifted his hips off the mattress, helping Rogue take off his jeans and boxers. Careful to avoid direct skin-to-skin contact, Rogue slithered up Logan's body, stopping at the hard pillar of flesh that pointed up at her. Rogue reached over and grabbed the white cotton handkerchief and pulled it off Logan's face. Lying down between Logan's thighs, Rogue placed the white cloth over the throbbing muscle and wrapped her hand around it. Rogue felt a feminine power run through her as she listened to Logan moan. A few moments latter, She felt a feminine satisfaction fill her as she watched him writhe due to her touch. His legs twitched under her uncontrollably as she ran her hand up and down his hard flesh, but it was the feeling of her young lips clasping onto the swollen tip that caused Logan to spring into a half-sitting position. As he lowered himself back down to the bed, Logan's hand gripped the top of Rogue's head. Looking up, Rogue smiled at Logan's face. His visage was intensely serious, his chin was set and a tick on his temple was going a mile a minute. Running her lips up and down the hard shaft, Rogue started to feel Logan shake harder. As Logan felt the wetness of Rogue's mouth seep through the square of cotton, the tension in his body increased. A fact that was punctuated by Logan raising his hands over his head and punching the pillow under his head a second before his claws extended, slicing the pillow to shreds. He ground his teeth harder and bucked against Rogue's open mouth that was now sucking Logan's flesh. Her hands squeezed the base of his shaft and held the handkerchief over him tightly. Looking down, Rogue smiled mischievously as placed her left hand on his testicles and squeezed softly. This final gesture pushed Logan over the edge. He grabbed what was left of the pillow under his head and yelled, "Marie!"
Greatly satisfied with herself, Rogue pulled herself up Logan's body until her face floated just above his. Logan opened his eyes and felt his body compensating for the exertion he just experienced. Retracting his claws, he brought his gloved hands up to Rogue's face and smiled sleepily. Rogue blushed and asked, "Did you like that?" Logan slammed his head into the shredded pillow below him. Bringing his head back up, Logan looked Rogue in the eyes and replied, "Of course. Isn't it obvious?" Rogue bit her lower lip, nodded and added, "Yeah, but it's nice to hear it." Licking her lips, Rogue smiled down at Logan's following eyes and continued, "Logan, you once said you thought we could make loveuhhave sex. Were you serious back then or just saying that to make me feel better?" Logan looked up at Rogue curiously and asked, "Why?" Rogue shifted to the side until she rested on her side beside Logan before replying, "I want to make love to you, Logan." Logan's eyes grew large at her bluntness. Composing himself, Logan said, "Oh, yeah? Is that so." Rogue nodded and asserted, "I want to know what it feels like to be with you in the most intimate way. I want to feel you thrusting into me and know that you are all I'm ever going to need for the rest of my life." Again, Logan stared wide-eyed at Rogue. He never expected her to be so explicit, but her frankness surprised and pleased him. Placing his hand over her mouth, Logan kissed Rogue and said, "I wasn't lying, Marie. I would never lie to you. I think we could, but I don't want to rush you into something you might regret latter." Rogue grazed his left cheek with the back of her fingers and replied, "Logan, I don't regret anything I've done so far. I love you and I want to make love to you. The only question that remains is whether you want to make love to me." Logan rolled over to his side. Reaching out, Logan pulled Rogue's thigh over his hip and wrapped a strong arm around her waist. "Darlin', I've dreamt of little else ever since I fell in love with you."
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