Against All Odds
by
Diebin



DISCLAIMER: I don't own. I get no money.

DEDICATIONS: The EFB's. You make me want to write again. *kisskiss*

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I bow to the SW Fandom, in particular the Q/O Slashdom. Never in my life have I seen the most appropriately termed 'BattleLustBunny' so often put to use. But hey--you gotta love it. Good excuse for quick lovin'.




"Get on the fucking plane!"

She knew it was bad--it always signaled a mission gone horribly wrong when Scott started swearing. Logan was lolling slightly in her grasp and moaning, blood still oozing sluggishly from the wounds that hadn't healed yet. Clenching her arms tighter, she dragged him back up the ramp and tossed him bodily into one of the seats, slipping the restraints around his chest and buckling him in.

Bobby and Jubilee were the last ones in, dragging a limp Kitty between them with Jubilee swearing and Bobby half crying and Kitty bleeding from so many places that she was almost afraid to look.

And then Jean was there, a flash of red hair who stumbled into Remy and barely stayed standing as Scott and Ororo sent the jet screaming away--but with Jean by Kitty's side Rogue could turn her attention back to Logan.

It never failed to shock her, how quickly his wounds healed. Blood stained his face and neck and arms, but the skin underneath was unmarred and smooth. She lurched again as she felt the engine kick in, but Logan was alert enough to grab her by the waist to keep her from falling.

The plane lurched again, and Rogue felt the world tip sideways, her only reality the strong arms that dragged her against a hard body, and Scott yelling for everyone to hold on, damn it.

She didn't have anything to hold on to, with her back to Logan and even the barest of handholds out of reach, but his arms were locked like steel around her waist--and for the agonizing moments where Remy and Bobby threw themselves on top of Kitty to keep her from flying into the walls all she could do was try not to scream.

And then the plane righted itself, and Jean was screaming at people to get back and Scott was screaming at people to put their god damn seat belts on and Storm was screaming at all of them to stop screaming so she could concentrate on covering their trail--and Kitty was just screaming.

Logan's arm got even tighter, pulling her back into his body and she could feel the outline of his face as he pressed it against her back. His gloved hands where already moving, running up and down arms and legs, skirting over shoulders and back, looking for rips in the uniform that would mean injuries.

"I'm fine, Logan." It was soft and she shivered because right at that moment he found the long cut in her arm from where claws that had looked an awful lot like his had slashed her.

"You are not--" But the jet skewed to the side before he could finish, and all of her concentration was in clenching her fingers around his arms as the world disintegrated into harsh breathing and moans of pain and the heavy stench of fear.

Her eyes shifted shut as she felt Logan's arms tighten, and all there was left to do was pray.

~*~


Her back hit the door with a hollow thud, but she didn't care. Didn't care about anything but the hands that were too clumsy to bother trying to peel her uniform from her, too clumsy to do anything but feel her and the fact that she was still there to feel.

"Logan--" She loved and hated and longed for and feared these times, when nothing mattered but touching and feeling and living as fast and furious as possible, times when all that mattered was that they'd beaten death, if just a little.

"Shhhh." Hands still clumsy and body still smudged with hints of blood, and god sometimes she wondered if they could wait long enough to take a bath, to sleep--but they never could. Because life never mattered so much as when they were clinging to it.

Lips first, his almost gentle and she tasted the faint metallic tinge of his blood and she knew he tasted the same on her lips because she'd gotten punched and didn't heal as quickly as he did. And when she felt his hand tighten on her hip she knew what he was about to say--knew it and fought for the strength to deny.

"Don't argue with me. Just let it slip a little--I'm fine." He wasn't fine, he was weak and barely healed but she could feel the pain in her arm and her face and she knew he wouldn't stop unless she let her control go just a little--unless she let him heal her.

He kissed her again and she let him, and let control slide away just enough so that his arms grew heavy around her and they were both on their knees, his head pressed to her shoulder as she let her head fall back into the wall and felt skin knitting itself together.

It could have been seconds, it could have been hours--she never could tell when the blood was pounding through her body and his thoughts where wrapping around hers--but it was too long and not enough time before his face turned to the side and he whispered, "Got it turned back off?"

"Mmmhmmm." It was enough and he was kissing her again, her cheek and her jaw and catching her bottom lip between his teeth and she arched languidly into him because it didn't hurt anymore, didn't feel anything but good and like it wasn't enough.

Hands caught her hips, pulled them into perfect alignment with his own--and then it was fast again, fast and desperate as he tugged her body up until it was crushed against his own and slanted his head a little to the side.

She'd never really kissed anyone else and still she knew that no one else kissed like him, not so deep and not so desperate, with his tongue and his lips and his teeth. Fingers tangled in her hair as he moaned into her mouth and she swore she would die from the feeling of it.

But it wasn't about dying, and the hands that slid down and fumbled with her uniform reminded her of that. It was about life, living life, and feeling life with him as he tugged the sleeves off her newly healed arm, his mouth covering flesh as soon as it was bared.

She cried out softly as his teeth caught at her shoulder, the wet hot friction of his tongue against skin as his hands tightened on her hips, dragging her against him in a rhythm that was already too fast.

Tilting her head back as his lips slid to her neck, she brought up one hand and caught her glove between her teeth, pulling it off and letting it fall aside. A low moan escaped her as she felt the teeth again, scraping against the fluttering pulse in her throat.

He knew her body, knew what to do and how fast and how long--knew how to make her burn for him. His tongue slid up to that tender spot under her ear and it was too much, her now bare fingers dug into his hair and pulled his head back, and she was fumbling frantically with the zipper at his throat as his body pressed up into hers again.

His hands caught hers and pulled them away with a low chuckle that was nothing more than a deep rumbling in his throat, and then she was tumbled to the floor as he stood in once fluid movement and the uniform fell away beneath his hands.

She stretched on the floor and stared up at him, knowing he was glorious and hers, and suddenly the uniform that was tangled around her waist was too much, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes and shoved the fabric down over her hips.

Her eyes were still closed when arms wrapped around her, dragging her into his lap.

Still closed when he pulled her against him, lips claiming hers in a heated possessive rush as one callused hand slid down to cup her breast, thumb plying slow circles into her flesh.

Still closed when she felt the grind of his hips against hers, hot hard head pressing against her stomach as he groaned into her mouth, teeth nipping possessively at her lips.

Still closed as she felt the ground drift up to meet her back, his body a hard, beautiful weight against her.

Reaching out blindly she curled her arms around his shoulders, his legs tangling with her own as she thrust up into him, feeling the slick slide of sweaty skin as she moaned, feeling the soft abrasion of the hair on his chest as it slid against her breasts.

Her eyes flew open and she stared up into Logan's, fingers tightening convulsively in his hair. "It's--"

"Shhh." She could feel his hard thigh between her legs, grinding into her and tying knots in her stomach as she arched up into him. It wasn't enough, nothing was enough except him--wrapped around her and inside her and she'd stay like that forever if she could.

Her hands slid down to his back and she dug her fingers in, arching her body again as he growled and sank his face into her neck, tongue laving flesh already too sensitive.

"Logan!" It was a strangled cry, begging and pleading and demanding all at once as she hooked a leg around his hip and she knew--she knew that she needed more, and needed it now.

His mouth caught hers, desperate and hungry, and she felt the subtle shift in his hips and knew that this was it--knew it when she felt one arm slide under her shoulders and the other hand clutch her hip--

She was born again in a single thrust of his hips, world fading as life pounded through her veins, pounded through her with the steady rhythm of the melding of their bodies. Not the studied, deliberate movement of other times--not now. Not tonight.

Tonight was fast and almost clumsy with its desperation. She wanted inside him in any way she could get, wanted him inside her body as deeply as he was in her mind and heart. She almost laughed as her hands scrambled for leverage on his back, fingers digging into clenching muscle as she pulled herself tighter against his body.

His mouth broke away and he moaned, a low needy sound right in her ear. "God, need more of you--" Another kiss, frantic as Rogue pushed sharply up against him, her body moving without grace or thought. "Wish I had your gift--want you in me--"

The words, spoken so low and soft and real against her skin were too much. One leg hooked across his back as her head rocked back against the floor. "Logan--" She couldn't draw enough breath to finish the thought as he shifted his hips slightly, drawing white hot pleasure through her body.

Her eyes drifted shut as the world spun tilted on its axis for a few moments, thought narrowing down to heat and friction and skin and life--being alive with him and living as their hearts pounded. She heard her own panting breath and heard Logan's low encouragement as the world fell apart around her.

Life.

He was living it with her, the joy and the pleasure as his body clenched above hers and the moan that was so ragged it hurt to hear. The weight of his body pushing down on her as movement slowed to afterthought, and she was more at peace with him now than she'd ever been.

She hardly noticed when he reversed their positions, bringing her on top of him with an exhausted shift of muscles. A few long moments passed in blissful silence until his finters pushed her hair away from her eyes. "Hey."

"Mmmm?" Pushing her cheek against his chest, she heard the steady, reassuring sound of his heart beat. Thank god it still beat.

Fingers dug into her upper arms suddenly, and he was shaking her slightly. "Don't you ever, ever, ever go charging into a hoard of fuckin' enemies like that again."

Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she let his heated words wash over her.

They'd beaten the odds again, all the odds stacked against them. Against life, against happiness--

--against love.

They'd beaten the odds.



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