The Very Model of a Modern Love Quadrangle
by
Diebin
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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Not even pride.
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DEDICATION: To Molly, love whiney butt. You know why.
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15 July 16:00 hours
Victim: Logan aka Wolverine
Suspect: Rogue
Location: Billiard Room
Weapon: Low-cut Blouse
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"Do you love me?" She threw in a hip waggle for good measure, and leaned as far over as she could to make sure her push-up enhanced cleavage showed clearly underneath the line of her low cut blouse.
His eyes never left her chest. "Forever and ever."
A nice little waggle sent those damn useful dogtags sliding over her artificially boosted curves. "Me and only me?"
His eyes never left her chest. Drool was forming in the corner of his mouth. "Yeah. Just you."
"Oh, good." Groaning at the pain in her lower back that came from staying bent over for the twenty-seven minutes necessary to convince Logan he loved her, Rogue straightened up and hoped up on the pool table. "So, let's get too it."
His eyes never left her chest. "Huh?"
"The sex, silly."
His eyes never left her chest. "Oh. Right."
==
16 July 03:00 hours
Victim: Logan, aka Wolverine
Suspect: Jean Grey
Location: Study
Weapon: Unresolved Sexual Tension
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He'd been lying on his back in the study ever since he managed to move after the sex marathon on the pool table. Healing factor be damned, that had nearly killed him.
Rogue, his darling Marie who he loved so dearly and would never, ever leave or betray--because she was beautiful and innocent and a damn fine fuck. Especially that part where she'd proved that he was double jointed--
The Wolverine sniffed as a familiar scent wafted through the room, the scent that had haunted his dreams until he'd realize he was in love with Marie nine hours ago. The scent of a mature, unobtainable woman who would really feel good up against a wall if he could just figure out how to get his knees working.
"Logan!" Fake surprise was plastered all over her face as she scrambled to conceal her body in the little two bit bikini she had thrown on to get a glass of water. "I didn't know there would be anyone in the study!"
She trembled with innocent passion, and as she dropped herself into his lap with a soft sound of surprise, she glanced over her shoulder. "I can't do this to Scott," she whispered.
"Oh. Okay." He didn't feel much like moving anyway.
Jean gasped and her beautiful red tresses soared down her back. "Oh god Logan, how could I say no to you?"
Not quite able to answer the question himself, Logan shrugged as her bikini went flying.
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16 July 10:00 hours
Victim: Rogue
Suspect: Scott Summers
Location: Conservatory
Weapon: The Bitter Taste of Betrayal
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"I don't know how he could do this to me!" She wailed it for the seventeenth time in the last seven minutes, and for a moment Scott was sure this time would be the one that broke the glass on the windows around them. "I loved him, we'd shared so much--"
"I miss her," Scott said placidly. Because he was Scott and not even the sight of Jean passed out naked in Logan's lap in the study could really make him angry. Of course, he still thought Logan was a prick. Stupid prick.
"He promised he'd love me and only me!" Rogue wailed for the sixteenth time in the last seven minutes. "I don't care what he does with Jean, I'll always be faithful to him!"
"I miss her," Scott said calmly. Because he was Scott and actually, now that he thought of it, those white streaks in Rogue's hair were infinitely touchable. And really, with his visor on everyone looked like they had red hair, so it wasn't like he couldn't pretend.
"He's betrayed our love!" Rogue sobbed. "He's betrayed everything!"
"I miss her," Scott said serenely. Rogue really did have a nice ass.
Rogue looked at Scott and sniffled. "Do you think anything could erase the horrible memories?" She started pulling at the neck of her shirt, baring nice creamy artificially enhanced cleavage.
"Rogue, I think I love you," Scott said passionately. "We can't have the loves of our lives--but we could have each other."
Rogue gasped. "I love you too, Scott!"
"Can we have sex now?" Scott said impatiently. Because he was Scott, and he didn't mind Logan's leftovers.
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16 July 17:00 hours
Victim: Scott Summers
Suspect: Jean Grey
Location: Dining Room
Weapon: Tearful Remorse
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"Please pass the potatoes." Scott was too busy whistling a merry post-sex-marathon jig to notice the tremulous tears in Jean's dark eyes.
She let her delicate hand rest on his wrist, her generous lips pulling into a full pout. "I love you Scott. I'm so sorry I betrayed you."
Scott glanced down the table at Rogue. Without his visor on her hair looked a lot less red. "Okay. Forgive and forget."
Jean kissed his cheek with perfect lips. "I love you."
Scott smiled. "I love you too."
Jean kissed his other cheek with even more perfect lips. "Can we . . . show our love now?"
Scott stuttered. "B-b-b-but the st-st-students!"
Jean kissed him somewhere else entirely with the most perfect lips yet. "They'll never notice."
Scott shrugged. Jean was perfect, she knew best.
==
16 July 17:45 hours
Attempted Victim: Remy LeBeau
Suspect: Rogue
Location: Library
Weapon: Overblown Self Pity
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"And he's the second one to betray my overwhelming trust and love in the last twenty-four hours!" Rogue wailed, wringing her perfectly gloved hands together. "I give up, Gambit! I give up on love."
"L'hareng rouge vole à l'aube, petite." Gambit smiled and flung another playing card at the wall. A few more perfect explosions and the stylized 'G' he'd been working on for weeks would be complete.
Rogue's mouth formed a perfectly cunning little 'o'. "Remy, you're so sexy when you talk French like that!"
"Mes sous-vêtements sont plaid aussi, petite," Remy said with his most sexy smile.
Rogue trembled with almost-virginal confusion. "Remy--do you think--do you think we might be able to--to love?"
"Quand l'enfer gèle plus de." Remy smiled, and made his great escape.
Rogue pouted.
==
16 July 18:00 hours
Victim: Rogue
Suspect: Logan, aka Wolverine
Location: Kitchen
Weapon: Jealous Righteous Wrath
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"I saw you talking to that two faced, fake accented, smarmy, double crossing, no good, low life, badly dressed woman stealer!" Logan waved his arms about his head in righteous fury. "What's he doing sniffing around, Marie? You answer me!"
Rogue tossed her hair. "I'm not your property. I can flirt with whoever I want, as it happens--Remy is a gentleman who speaks French and I love him."
"You love him?" Logan thundered, grabbing Rogue by the hips and pulling her against his studly, well muscled body. "I thought you were mine, Rogue."
Rogue's confusion melted away at feel of Logan's passion for her. This was who she belonged to--this was who she loved. Scott and Remy, they'd just been passing fancys. Logan's arms were the only arms that could squeeze her so tightly that she bruised.
She giggled in hopeless surrender as he crushed her up into the ice chest. "I love you Logan."
Logan nodded absently. "Yeah, you too kid."
"Only you, for ever and ever."
"You got it kid."
==
17 July, 0300 hours . . .
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