Bubble, Bubble
by
Nancy Lorenz


Spoilers: The Movie

MiSTing: Okay

Disclaimer: All characters copyright Marvel and Fox.

Archive: Yes to the list archives, wr.com.

Feedback: Kiss me, I'm Australian. (Yes please!)

Obligatory Schpiel & Dedication: My goils. My smoofy smutty naughty girls in LoganChattiness. You're my babies. Especially Diebin - thank you for letting me draw pictures for your beautiful new dot.com. Oh, and Happy Valentines Day, everybody.

Very Special Thankyou to: Xebbie "Camping with Xena" Chan, who let me borrow the idea from her delightfully clever Xena smut-fic, which she borrowed from the very clever Oversoul anyway. Who knows who Oversoul got it from. Probably Shakespeare. We're sharing the love.

Author's Notes: This isn't Beta Read yet.

Another Author's Note: You know you've hit rock bottom with smut-fic when you write the phrase 'watery symphony'. I officially suck.

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Logan and Rogue were not presently an item. Everyone assumed they were an item, and although it was incorrect, it was a safe assumption to make. The saying 'When you assume, you make an ass out of u and me' had no place in this equation. It was more like 'When you assume with Rogue, you're saving yourself a pounding, especially if you're a guy hot for her body.'

The gym was a blessed place, in so many ways. In the way most people recognized, it was a space that was filled daily with the lithe, well exercised bodies of Professor Xavier's elite team of freedom fighters. Every day or so they donned spandex in many a colour, hitting the exercise bikes and stair machines, pumping away with sweat-gleaming limbs, breasts bouncing in skin-tight fabric, male buttocks clenching and relaxing as muscular thighs flexed deliciously.

Many people, many younger people, considered the gym as the number one perving opportunity in the entire school's activities. As such, Storm's aerobics sessions were attended keenly by the younger girls, cause they knew that the majority of the younger boys would be there watching - for Storm in tiny white leotards and grey bike-pants. They hoped upon hope that the boys would notice they weren't so bad either.

Rogue's attitude to the entire phenomenon of the gym was entirely different. Despite her winning over her power and regaining the ability to touch people, she still kept her distance from people. When one's touch could kill, the concept of personal space becomes instinctual. Lascivious looks also became important to the young woman's ego as she grew from seventeen, flowered past eighteen, shone through nineteen and absolutely stunned all around her at twenty. In absence of touches, she grew to love psychological flirtation. Thus it was her leotards and bike pants that were the tiniest around. She wore them, not for the boys, or even most of the men. And no, not for the women either.

One soul amongst the masses was entitled to view her statuesque beauty without fear of a thorough tongue-lashing. Yes, that was Logan. The Wolverine.

Not that he spent that much time in the gym to begin with. In fact, most of his work out time was spent in the Danger Room, but he often warmed down in the gym, traipsing into the spa that was in it's own little blue tiled room and thus letting the girls breath again (for what girl could when faced with the visage of a shirtless sweaty Logan?).

This afternoon, like so many afternoons, was no different. For a good half hour after the convening of the school day the gym was busy with the huffs and chatter of students and teacher alike, all honing their bodies for the career of vigilante law-keeping. Rogue often started off on a stair-machine, pumping her thighs and chatting with Jubilee next to her.

"T-Minus... four minutes and counting..."

Jubilee was eyeing her watch, and she grinned as Rogue hit her arm.

"Oh shut up you," she said, blushing, "He might not come here at all."

"Oh he will," Jubes said, "The dude can't resist the spa."

Rogue shrugged and smiled, "Well it's nice and bubbly."

"Yeah that's kinda the point," smirked the eurasian. "Hey! You ever thought about joinin' him?"

The blush that was fading in Rogue's cheeks flared up again and she laughed.

"Join him in the spa? I think he goes in there naked, you know."

"Ho-kay - no thanks for the mental picture," winced Jubilee, "Nice fella but he ain't exactly my type. Dude - go in there with him."

Rogue shook her head, her tied back hair ruffling, "No. Ah can't do that, he'd tell me to get out!"

"Oh no he wouldn't!"

Rogue glared at the girl, "I'm way younger than him!"

"You're a hot woman," Jubilee said, "You're sex on legs. You're killer - like he'd ever tell you to get out if you got in with him."

"I'm twenty. He's-"

Jubilee rolled her eyes, pressing her hand over Rogue's mouth, "He could be eight hundred for all you damned well know."

"He looks thirty," Rogue said with a pout.

"'Xactly, no problem."

The very thought of stripping off in front of a man that had been like a best friend to her for the past three years chilled her to the bone, and drove her wild all at the exact same time. Despite Jubilee's enthusiasm, Rogue wasn't so eager for the idea. In fact it frightened her terribly.

"He is mah friend you know," Rogue said, "Best friend. We been like this-" She twisted her fingers around each other.

This just fuelled Jubilee's cause. She grinned and giggled, lifting her fingers up in a similar gesture.

"Yeah - all you need now is to do this-" She began rubbing her fingers together obscenely, and Rogue gasped, smacking Jubilee once more.

"Shut up, shut up!"

"Hey Logan."

The girls glanced up to the door, seeing Jean pause from the weightlifting she was doing long enough to greet the shirtless, sweat-gleaming man. Jean got to lifting once more, and Logan just sent a felling smile at her as he headed for the white gleaming door labelled 'SPA'. He passed Rogue and Jubilee at the stair machines, looking over at Rogue and winking.

"Hey Marie."

Rogue's eyelashes fluttered as she smiled demurely, a strange gesture when she wore such revealing and form-fitting leotard. He kept strolling, ready to disappear into the spa room, sports back slung over his shoulder, Jubilee hissing and nudging at the girl next to her as he went.

"Now!"

"Jubilee STOP it!"

"For God's sakes girl - GET IN there!"

Rogue glared at Jubilee, "No! Absolutely not - do I look like some kinda HUSSY?"

She propped her hands on her hips, and the sensation of lycra under her hands made her blush. Jubilee looked up and down Rogue's suggestively dressed frame and rose a brow.

"Honestly?"

"Oh shut up!"

Jubilee narrowed her eyes.

"Get in there Rogue. What's the worst he could do? Tell you to leave?"

Rogue frowned, "Yes."

Growling, Jubilee grabbed her best friend, yanking her off the stair-master and towards the spa door. This caused a few heads to turn, a few jaws dangling at the sight of a struggling Rogue.

"Now - Jub- No! Let GO!"

"You're goin' in there babe-"

"Jube!"

Slamming Rogue against the spa door, Jubilee eyed her. "Babe - you're stronger than me. By a thousand billion fucking times. If you didn't want to go in there - you wouldn't be against this door."

It was at that moment the door opened. Hazel eyes peered through the slim space of the door and the door frame, Rogue catching herself before falling over from her support being yanked away so suddenly.

"You two enjoying yourselves?"

Rogue's mouth edged open but Logan continued.

"Cause there are better places to beat up on each other than this door, especially while I'm tryin' to take a relaxin' dip."

Jubilee grinned up at him, "You know, you're right! I'm through with bashing up your girlie here - I'm gonna go try and catch some 'toons! Rogue's gonna join you in the spa!" Turning her friend around, Jubilee shoved open the door, pushing Marie inside and pulled it shut after her.

"Jubilee NO!"

Rogue's hands slapped on the door as it closed, and she gazed at where her hands sat, because it was safer than turning around and looking at Logan. She could hear him shift behind her, skin grazing against skin, and she could smell the reaching scent of the sweat on his body. She dared a peek over her shoulder, and at the sight of black well-filled jocks she blushed, turning away.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm..." she swallowed, "I'm dying of embarrassment."

"Nice outfit."

She glanced down at the leotard. Deep purple, g-stringed and over the top of a pair of black bike pants. Her blush was turning fierce, and she knew her ears must have been glowing red. She heard more shifting, fabric being moved, and Rogue clutched the door, practically plastering herself against it.

"Logan..."

Her voice was weak, shaky.

"Mm-hmm?"

Water, splashing water. The sound filled her ears, and she licked her lips that were suddenly too dry.

"Are you naked?"

Then he laughed. The bastard laughed.

"Yeah."

She felt the blush burning her for about the tenth time and she was sure she wanted to break something. Her fingernails were already digging into the door. She ventured to question him further.

"You always sit in that spa naked?"

"Every time," he said in a gravely tone that had shivers striking her back.

"Why?"

"I like to relax. You know that."

She instinctively glanced behind her to look at him, and thankfully his lower half was hidden by bubbling spa water. He was in the water up to his armpits, safe from her view.

"Yeah, that's right, nothin' to see here."

She smiled, the embarrassment creeping over her. "I can't get in there naked."

"Oh, why's that?"

She laughed, glaring at him, "Logan!"

He gave a little smile. "What?"

"Ah can't do that!"

"Why not?"

Oh why not. Good question. Her brain scrabbled as her heart thumped a little too noisily, and for the life of her she couldn't articulate a good answer.

"Hmm?"

"Ah'm thinking!" she said, frowning at him. Levelling her look at him she straightened. "We're friends. If I get in that spa naked with you, things will get weird."

"Might get fun too."

There was a distinct cheekiness to the tone that had not only her heart creating some discomfort, but her throat rumbling in an embarrassed growl. She gave a hot sigh.

"Logan - I just can't do this for fun, ya know? That's not the way I work! I'm not some plaything!"

He sighed then, and when she glanced over her shoulder to look at him, he was leaning on a hand and gazing at her. Intently. Oh so intently.

"Why would you do it then?"

Ohhhh no. She didn't want to say it. She didn't want to expose herself like that. Feeling her cheeks run hot she swallowed noisily, hiding her face in her hands.

"Why do you think?" she muttered. She wasn't sure if he'd hear her or not, but obviously he did, cause he gave a thoughtful rumble.

"I dunno," he said, "I'm kinda the one that's at the disadvantage here, you're the one that's seen inside my head, whaddaya think I'm thinking?"

She laughed then, narrowing her eyes at him, "Logan... well - I dunno!"

"Get in the tub, Marie."

She groaned, hiding her face, "Logan..."

"Come on, don't make a grown man beg."

She glanced back to him, and his head was tipped, the tiniest of smiles turning up the corners of his mouth. She sighed, looking down at her barely clothed body.

"Ya promise you won't laugh?"

He blinked, "Why would I do that?"

Turning around she pointed at herself, "You know... when I get naked..."

A grin spread across his face, and he shook his head, "Oh Marie, I won't be laughing that's for damned sure."

"Ya might," she said, fingering the straps of her leotard, "My butt is funny."

Logan scoffed, laughing lightly into his hand, "Now that is stupid."

"What?"

"Your ass is fine."

"No, it's not-"

"Get in the spa!!"

She whimpered then, turning around and cowering against the door, which elicited a low warning growl from the man in the tub. She spared another look at him, lazing back with his arms stretched out over the edge of the spa. She pondered that he looked like a dripping wet hairy Messiah on the cross - then promptly took that thought back because not only was it sacrilegious, it was slightly necro-erotic. And the last thing she needed was a Magdalene-Complex. Her eyes ran over his lightly brown contours, the crystal round droplets of water clinging to his skin, pressing his chest hair down against his pectorals. Ohhhh damn he was too fine. She wanted to get in there, more than anything, but she didn't want this to be some casual romp that meant nothing. It'd kill her, she'd adored him too long for that.

"I am goin' to give you till three, and then I'm going to come after ya."

Dipping her head she looked away, tapping at a tooth as she gave a cheeky wince, "That might be fun..."

Something in Logan seemed to snap. He jumped up, (manhood flopping and dripping as he went), a frothing wake of water creating a shocking rush of sound. Rogue let out a scream of fright, and a giggle as she cowered in the corner of the room. He moved forward, but stopped, shaky, skidding on the floor of the spa before leaping out in front of Rogue, his countenance reminiscent of a grand tiger of India leaping from the water to pounce upon its prey.

Her voice was tight and high in her throat from laughter, and she covered her eyes, helplessly shaking against the wall.

"Logan!"

"Yeah..."

She squealed and laughed again, "Oh Ma God..."

That's when the strong rough arms wrapped around her, dragging her into the warm bubbling water.

"Oh ma God LOGAN! NO!"

He growled triumphantly, hands running over her form, and her protests died quickly, giggles turning to ones of encouragement. He sat her down, curling around her in the frothy veil of water, pulling at the straps of her now dripping wet leotard. She shuddered as he ran his lips over her cheeks, fingers dragging up her shoulder, over the collarbone, his hand cradling her face as he nudged her towards him with a possessive swing of his leg.

"Now..."

She took her bottom lip in her teeth, raising a brow, "Mmm-hmm?"

"That wasn't very nice... making me get out into the cold like that."

His voice was low, rough, his hazel eyes drilling into her. She gulped, watching his lips as he spoke.

"Ah'm shy."

He blinked, "You run around in these things and you're shy?" He tugged at the last rightly placed strap on her shoulder before dragging it down with a curl of his lips, a licentious glint to his eyes.

She stifled a gasp, dipping down before he could get too much of a look at her now exposed breasts. He frowned at this, dipping his head to meet her diverted eyes.

"Marie... you want me to stop?"

She swallowed. Ohhhh God no. No she didn't. She lifted her eyes to him hesitantly, the tangle of her legs and his and the slippery heat it caused sending tingles through her body.

"Logan...D'you..." She pressed her eyes shut, hiding the shaking of her hands by shoving them into her lap, "Do you luh- um - lov-"

"Yeah," he nodded, and pulling her to him he pressed his lips to hers, easing the them open with a gentle caress she never thought could come from him. The tension in her body fell in a swooning relaxation, letting herself hang against him. Burning spread through-out her as thoughts lost themselves in emotion, and when she could find a foothold in the rush of passion that had taken her, the details of tactile sensation fed her hunger. Her hands shook and grappled for whatever part of him she could get a hold of. Her palms grazed his abdomen, and with a groan she felt his nipple poke her hand.

She gripped his pectoral, squeezing and growling as he slid his tongue past her lips, running long strokes over hers. God, she wanted to grab those for so long... every time he strutted about shirtless, knowing he was out for a reaction from the girls. It was a thought that was quickly lost as she could feel her ribcage shudder as her heart thumped wildly, his hands flat against the small of her back, pulling her against him. The leotard was slid down, his thumbs running deep massaging lines over the round of her bottom cheeks as he rid of her last vestiges of modesty. She managed a moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck above his shoulders, grinding herself onto him out of pure instinct, her lips hovering over his. She breathed hotly, barely touching him, grinning as he growled.

"Marie..."

"Yeah sugar?"

He sighed, gazing at her, squeezing her to him as he thrust up for a kiss.

"Unh!"

She couldn't help but let out a bleat, his stiffening slick manhood pressing against her as he crushed her against him. Her skin was feeling delightfully hot, she was anticipating such delirious pleasures...

Logan pulled away, his eyes darting about them.

"Someone's coming-"

Rogue dipped down so her shoulders were under the water, and she let out a squeak as the door to the spa room burst open.

Logan had his arms spread out on the edge of the spa again, clearing his throat and licking his lips in almost comic casualness, fingers fidgeting restlessly. He addressed the towering figure in the doorway with an unimpressed grunt. Scott Summers, however, was bright and impervious to Logan's bad attitude.

"Oh, there you guys are. Wanted to talk to you."

Logan tipped his head, "Couldn't wait?"

Scott grinned, "Not really. Am I intruding?"

"No!" Rogue said, shaking her head, "No."

"Good," the Fearless leader said, "Because if I was, I'd have to have a good talk to you about the rules of the spa."

Logan snorted, "Like you and Red never have any fun in here-"

"We're not havin' fun!" Rogue cried.

Silence fell between the three of them, and Scott's smile froze.

"Right..." Clearing his throat, Cyclops continued, "Erm, there were a few things about the mission rosters I wanted to talk to you guys about."

Logan ticked a brow, "Yeah? Do tell?"

No, don't tell, thought Rogue, suppressing the disappointment, the utter cry of injustice inside her that bewailed the loss of Logan booty that was by all rights hers, for the taking, right now. Her heart sank in her chest, and she caught Logan glancing to her. She was sure he could read the grief on her face, because only a moment after glancing to her, Logan brought his hands forward, splooshing them playfully in the water in front of him. She giggled, and Scott frowned at her.

"You listening Rogue?"

"Hmm?" She blinked, "Oh... no sorry - could you repeat-"

Scott's impatient sigh cut her off. "The quicker I can clear this with you guys, the faster I can get out of here. Now - as I said, you guys have the nightshifts next week in the Blackbird, as we discussed yesterday."

Rogue nodded, trying valiantly to ignore Logan's synchronized hand swimming so close to her head. The man was insane, she was quite sure of it.

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded, looking back to Scott and meeting his serious set mouth and visored eyes.

"Now you know that next Friday is the Charity Gala, and for the event the Professor is hiring security-"

Why is he telling me this? she thought. Logan sent the little men he'd created from his first two fingers soaring into the air, then with a ridiculously huge splash had them plunge into the water again. The chlorine scented fluid shot from the tub, splattering over Cyclops' neat navy blue shirt and face.

The Fearless leader flinched as the water struck him, a look of mild disgust hitting him, probably because he knew where the water had been. He tilted his head at Logan, the brows of the bespectacled man dipping down.

"Logan..."

Logan cleared his throat, hands under the water now, "Sorry. I get silly in bathtubs... ya know - lost childhood - all that guff."

Rogue wondered if the heavy petting they'd been doing had sent him slightly mad, till a warm deliberate billowing touch at her thigh made itself evident.

That sneaky bastard...

"Now, what I want to know is, would you guys be totally against moving your shifts to a later time on Friday, because although you have to be at the function, the patrol really has to be kept."

The touch at her thigh dragged itself up, running in long lazy circles, getting ever closer to her femininity. She sighed sharply, looking to Scott and nodding thoroughly. Scott frowned.

"You would?"

She blinked. "I mean - no! No I wouldn't. That's fine Scott."

"I understand you'd both be tired afterwards..."

"I don't get that tired," Logan said with a decisive snuffle and tick of a nostril. "Ya know... I keep goin'."

Rogue swallowed a snort, looking away with a wild blush.

Scott's jaw dropped a little, "O-kay..."

Logan's hand was flat against the inside of her thigh now, gripping it in hungry strokes, his little finger bumping against the edge of her labia and sending jolts of arousal through her. She took her bottom lip in her teeth, fighting not to make a noise, eyes set on Scott and not budging.

"Great. As you know, you'll be switching to the early evening patrol for your shifts next month, but I decided that Bobby and John really needed to get used to doing their shifts on their own - so I've given your shifts to them. That fine with you?"

Rogue smiled sweetly, nodding, "Very ... fine."

Logan lifted his free hand from the water, propping it on the edge of the tub and leaning on it. There was a mischievousness in his eyes that worried Rogue, worried Rogue very deeply. Obviously her reluctance to get into the pool had left him a little too playful for his common sense to keep working. Well.... two could play at that game.

"You mean Popsicle managed to fly the plane without crashing it?"

Logan's tone turned wry, and the little finger that was at Rogue's lips slipped over her curls and let the middle fingers tickle her labia. The light jolts of arousal he'd caused before were catapulted higher with the new stroking occurring between her legs, and she pressed her lips together firmly, swallowing down heady gasps. With a coy tick of her mouth she let her hand dip between Logan's legs, and upon finding the silky long mass amongst rough curls, she wrapped her fingers around it and took a firm hold. Logan's eyes widened, his jaw clenching, and with a clearing of his throat he shifted, making a sterling effort of looking relaxed.

"Actually, Bobby's a fine pilot," Scott said, sitting down at the bench along the wall (it creaked audibly) and running his hands together, "A lot of the newer ones are shaky with the joystick, but he handles it well."

Rogue dipped her mouth under the water, tears forming in her eyes from the tingling growing in her hips and the ludicrous irony of Scott's words, and she nearly choked when Logan muttered "I noticed Rogue's getting a hang of it too."

Scott smiled and nodded, "Yeah, she is. She'll be going solo in no time."

Logan winced at the turn the double entendre took, and he looked to Rogue. Her eyes were shut, her mouth just below the surface of the water, a look of deep reverence on her face. She began to stroke him in long exploratory sweeps, fingers darting over the contours of his penis, and as she did so Logan's fingering of her groin died down. That annoyed her.

"Rogue... are you okay?"

Rogue's eyes shot open, and looking to Cyclops she nodded, "Oh yes... yes.. just... um... the spa is very-"

"Invigorating," said Logan.

Rogue nodded. "Yes. That's right."

"Yeah," Cyclops tilted his head, "Yeah... that's why it's here."

Rogue smiled brightly once more, and amidst her stroking, Logan's groping had all but ceased. She gave a threatening squeeze. Logan jumped, water spilling out the tub around his shoulders, and he clenched his teeth. Oh, she knew he was suppressing one fat chubby growl. To rub salt in the wound, she powered firm long strokes over the length of him, her thumb trailing after her palm. Logan seemed to clench his jaw again, and out of spite he dipped his fingers down, burrowing into her with curious little thrusts. Rogue's jaw dropped, and she swallowed uneasily.

Cyclops stood, probably sensing the tension, and wringing his hands he stepped to the door.

"Well - I'll get out of your hair - um - oh!" He snapped his fingers, "Just before I forget, Storm booked us all a night at the local bowling alley!" He looked to Rogue, "She said you were quite a player, Rogue."

Rogue smiled sweetly, giving a meaningful pump as she said, "Well ya know - it's all in the wrist."

Logan nearly whimpered. "I'll say."

His fingers were making long sliding caresses in her now, running over the sensitive ridges just inside her entrance, and it was all Rogue could do not to rock and writhe.

"You in too, Logan?"

"Oh, I'm in," Logan grinned.

"He's into anything where he gets to roll his balls," smirked Rogue, and Cyclops just choked.

"Okay... I'm out of here before you make any more jokes regarding Logan's private parts," he said, looking rather disturbed. He opened the door, and glancing back at the heated pair, he smirked, "And no more groping in the damned spa. The Professor paid perfectly good money for your private bedrooms, you know."

Rogue blushed redder than she had during her whole time in the spa, and as the Fearless Leader closed the door behind him, she glared at Logan.

"You gave us away!"

With a cock of a brow, and twisting lips, Logan sniggered, "Oh, baby, I don't think we fooled him for a second."

She whimpered, "Oh mah God... I was jerkin' you off in front of Scott and he probably knew what I was doin'!!"

The water surged as Logan grabbed her, and she squeaked as he hauled her into his lap.

"He'll get over it. You are going to pay for that..."

Laughter died in her throat as she felt the hard silky press of his member against her tingling groin, and any control she had dropped from her fingers. Sliding her arms around his neck, she dug her fingers into his hair, grinning.

"I am, am I?"

He just slid his hands down to her slippery wet behind, squeezing and thrusting against her, nodding with a glint in his eyes. She pressed down the fear in her as he ground again. It was a tight, exciting fear, borne from inexperience and youth, one she was eager to conquer and finally silence. She let her hands slide up over his wet skin, the thick slivers of man hair silky under her palms. She hovered her lips over his, teasing him, letting her tongue flicker out over his top lip, testing out actions she'd only allowed herself to dream. She heard the growl growing in Logan's chest, his fingers digging into her backside.

"You are a damned tease," he rumbled, and she snickered softly.

"You like it," she breathed, and her breath caught in her throat as a touch ran circles around a nipple. She gulped, tilting her head, her neck losing it's strength and letting her head loll as yawning tingles slipped through her. She felt his sideburns scratch her skin, the rough stubble around them running light harmless red marks on her white marble skin. The roughness wandered down, framing the wet exploring contours of his mouth, lips tugging at her flesh, tongue tracing veins, and she grappled for the edges of the spa frantically as his mouth found the nipple he'd previously been thumbing.

His tongue flicked over it deftly, lips framing the fleshy nub. He pinched it with those lips, rolled it between them, and as he ran his hands up the soft concave plane of her silky back, he opened his lips wide and took a mouthful of her breast in a gentle suckle.

Her shocked gasp of pleasure echoed off the walls of the small tiled room, the wet slap of her hair against the tub punctuating her as she threw back her head. One shaking hand managed to snake to Logan's head, dragging water up and into his hair, grabbing a great handful of his locks and gripping them tightly.

"Logan..." she breathed softly, "Oh God... that's so good... I never - Oh God..."

He didn't say a word, just laved the heaving breast that he nuzzled at. With a shift of her leg, Rogue slid against the tub, getting comfortable. A sharp gasp shot from her throat and she jumped, a fresh dewiness in her eyes. Logan's head shot up, his hand cradling her face.

"What? You okay?!"

She gave a slow grin, nodding. Her eyes drifted shut and she let her head rest against the vinyl head-rest.

"Mmmm... yeah..."

"What-"

"I found a water jet."

A knowing grin hit Logan's face and he sank down to her breast again.

"You two can get acquainted whilst I finish off Ms. Lefty."

Rogue giggled, letting her fingers bury themselves in Logan's hair again. "Fine by me."

"Don't get too com-fuh-ble," he mumbled around her nipple.

"No fear," she said.

After a touch more laving he switched breasts, giving the other one some attention, dragging fingertips down from the shoulder, over the top, around the wrinkle of pink flushed nipple, spiralling to the edge of her breast, skimming a circle around the rich swell of creamy flesh. After this savouring preparation, he let his tongue slide into position, his lips pressing and kissing each inch as he went. With his dedicated attentions, and the relentless rushing of water and bubbles between her legs, Rogue felt quite dizzy, and she gripped Logan's hair roughly.

"Need Logan," she mumbled restlessly.

Looking up, his bottom lip dragging on her nipple, he frowned.

"Ya got Logan..."

"No," she shook her head, "No no... need Logan!"

He frowned deeper, and she slid forward, legs sliding around his slender hips, fingers skimming the ripple of his stomach.

"Need... Logan..." she said again, punctuating his name with a clutch of his chest.

Without much further ado Logan positioned her on the seat of the spa, his fingertips skimming the inside of her thighs as his lips touched burning kisses against her peach-flesh jaw.

"You ready for Logan?" he muttered.

"Oh Gooood yes," she huffed, "Need it now..."

He couldn't hold down the chuckle as his hands were grabbed by hers, pulled around and up her thighs, being placed on her hips roughly, those smaller hands grabbing him and pulling him close.

She hitched a grunt as his penis was crushed to her labia, the hot throbbing there sending her into a fresh madness.

"God you feel good," he said softly, roughly, his lips against hers, his hands clasping and running circles over her buttocks. Every caress there shifted and warmed her centre, his pulsing flesh at hers melting her joints, making her fall limp and pliable.

"Logan in, Logan in," she whispered, legs rushing from the water and around his waist. Logan nodded wordlessly, shifting, feeling. His glans ran down over her clit, over the lips (Oh sweet agony) and at the soft give of flesh he found the hollow he was after. With a swift thrust and a glance to her flushed features, he let it sink within her partway.

She took a sharp breath in, grabbing him tightly, fingernails biting into his brown skin. She looked to him, lashes fluttering, her lips red and swollen from biting and kissing. She gasped, shaking her head.

"More, oh God please..."

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a shadow of a smile, concentration dominating his hawk-like features. With another thrust he sank deeper inside of her, the chemical water making for a strange mix of scents. He let his lips fix themselves onto hers, drinking deeply of her wet depths, his manhood firmly within her.

The sensation was quite like nothing she'd ever felt, ever would want to feel, right at that moment it was the premiere experience of her entire long sad sorry yet weird and exciting life. She tried not to hurt him by grabbing him too hard, but the sheer overwhelming feeling of so much of him inside of her, so deep, shifting her insides, pulsing warmth and tingles, the firm underside of his cock pressing onto her vaginal wall in such a way that it had shudders of pure delight crawling up her limbs made it impossible to do anything else. She would have bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, but Logan was presently distracted with that very action. Instead she let herself breath heavy huffs into his mouth, his breath rushing and mingling with hers.

Dragging his lips away to her neck and jaw, he began a slow heavy thrusting. His touch on her was fire, and amongst the mingled moments of passion and thought, she remembered (how she remembered, it was a miracle) that certain exercises strengthened the vaginal wall and made a woman better at sex. So out of fancy, on Logan's next thrust she clenched her muscles down on his penis as he buried in inside of her.

Logan let out a stumbling groan, biting her neck softly and gripping her tight. She grinned, did it again.

"Uhhhhhhh," he cradled her face and kissed her deeply. "Marie..."

"You like that?" she purred, clawing her fingers, dragging her nails up his rippling back.

He gave a jutting, meaningful thrust and the girl bleated a gasp.

"AH! Ah'll - uh - Ah'll take that as a yes," she moaned.

She clenched again as he slid into her, a gyrating smooth motion that pumped delirious pleasure to parts of her body she forgot she ever had. All during this time she held him, eyes meeting every now and again. Upon seeing those hazel eyes directed at her, so filled with lust, adoration, more - it sent every nerve in her body into a trembling fire, her lips pressing down onto his and parting them, showing him exactly what he did to her.

With every thrust, his length grew a little rougher, hotter, the slams of deliciousness it brought to the front wall of her vagina mingling with the tingling perfection being wrought on her clitoris by his rolling pubis, the hair tickling, rubbing, crushing her. She moaned again, her muscles tightening around him, her tongue tracing patterns on his shoulder blade.

"Marie..."

"Hmm?"

Her tone was dreamy, far away, and he tilted her face up. "You nearly-"

"So close," she smiled, reaching up and kissing him with parted lips.

"God I can't-"

"Do it."

He frowned, "I just thought - I mean - we haven't - um - condom-"

She blinked and looked at him, "You got anything scary?"

He shook his head.

"I'm on the pill," she breathed, "It's okay.... just - Please Logan, please don't stop."

She didn't care. She really didn't care at that moment of what this could bring. The pill was all good, and this was damned paradise. Even if Scott himself walked in right now - she wouldn't stop, couldn't stop. She pulled him up, close, crossing her ankles at his behind, squeezing him with a vice-like pressure, her hands sliding up his gorgeous muscled back. The pulsing, the burning - it was near pain, all pleasure, too much to handle and too good to slow. She ventured a slap on his behind, wriggling against him, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips. Any worry Logan had broke with his control, and the next thrusts into her were rough, deep, powerful. They pushed noises from Rogue's throat that had to be muffled with his own firm questing lips, her voice bleating into him, vibrating through him with a tickling buzz.

His own deep heavy moans mingled with her lighter sounds, his large hands clasped onto her behind, their flesh skidding and sliding on the bubbling water around them. The water rocked back and forth with them in large waves, splashes slipping over the edge of the spa. As their muffled cries reached a crescendo inside each other's throats, their hold on each other tightened, reddened skin reaching it's limit, the sweat breaking on their skins and the tears of effort in their eyes sliding down against beads of the chlorinated water that covered their bodies.

Logan was the first to break into delirium, gripping the girl around him and kissing her roughly, giving her a jarring thrust as he found his release. She let out a strangled moan, her head tipping back, though he knew - she was close, so close, but no gold star.

"Marie-"

"Jus' a little more!"

Obediently, he thrust, and again, and she tightened her muscles around him, urging him on. Her teeth latched onto his earlobe, her lips fluttering, whispers falling from her.

"Oh Logan, oh Logan... please - OH GOD - uhn - little more!"

Her voice was so plaintive, so endearing. With another strong thrust he jerked into her, their bodies squeaking noises on the tub; he rolled another grind so that the crop of hair round his manhood shifted over her sensitive skin. With the press of his pubis against her clit and labia, and the dig and run of his penis deep inside of her, a fresh sweat broke over her arms.

Rogue cried out, her arms wrapped around his neck tight, and to silence herself she dug her teeth gently into the bulge of muscle that ran up the back of his shoulder to his neck. It grew hard under her bite, and she suckled softly, running her tongue over the dits in the skin from her teeth as slams of sheer delight, tingling perfection, pure sweet blinding release pulsed through her body with each heartbeat, tinting her awareness, everything suddenly perfect and right in the world.

Then again, Logan was between her legs. Something had to be going right. She didn't have much of a chance to wonder on it, as Logan was dragging her to him, across the tub, up out of it, and before she knew it, he had her perched on the edge, legs spread so her femininity was presented to him like on of Xavier's hors douvres platters. To him, and anyone that decided to walk in the door. She huffed, cheeks still red.

"Logan," she said, "What are you doing?"

Curling his hands around her thighs, he nuzzled at her nether lips.

"I told you you'd pay for teasin' me," he rumbled.

She gulped, "Oh baby... I dunno if I-"

"You will," he said with cool authority.

Before she could protest, she felt the warm wet flick of his tongue against her clitoris, the throbbing in her lips not yet subsiding. It wouldn't have a chance to, she thought, his tongue lashing her flesh, teeth grazing her labia, low vocal grunts running vibrations through her skin, hitting her hypersensitive nerves. She grabbed at his hair, his beautiful scruffy hair, but the tongue stopped working. She glanced down between her breasts.

"Logan!"

He eyed her from between her legs, hazel eyes glinting.

"No touchin' me," he said, "This is you payin'."

She moaned, tilting her head back, and he chuckled, the staggered puffs of air from his mouth creating a delicious sensation against her labia. With deliberation, he took her hands and planted them behind her firmly. He slid back down into the water again, the lap of water against his skin and the snapping of bubbles in the water filling the silence. The wet sound of his licks against her folds joined in on the watery symphony, and the dying pulses of afterglow did a screeching one-eighty degree turn and set up home in her joints, muscles, and more importantly, her clitoris.

She felt her jaw drop, her elbows giving out. She leant back against the floor behind her, Logan leaning up and into her, his tongue flicking into her moist hollow then back up to her clit. Long gone was the sweet choke of chlorine, and now the slight tang and saltiness of her body and it's fluid filled Logan's senses of taste and smell. It always marvelled him, the oddity of a woman's sexual excretions. The smell was so sweet, so pure, like that of a baby's scalp, and yet the taste hit him with it's slick sour savour. It was an addictive contradiction, and it was no different with Marie. He let his nose bury itself in her folds as he thrust his tongue within her, and God... she felt so soft, tasted so good, smelt so damned sweet. He moaned his thanks as he ran strong sharp circles around the stiffening nub of flesh hooded in that equally sensitive fold of skin, barely conscious of the girl biting her knuckles to stop herself screaming in pleasure.

Instead he kept an eye on her shaking, heaving breasts as he thrust, licked, always back for more of her slick moistness before running it over her clitoris again. Her arousal had no chance to fall, so her next climax, crashing and merciless, plunged through her body without any lacking, her heels digging into his back as she fought for self control. Despite her hands over her mouth, her bleating voice bounced off the tile walls, Logan's lapping barely calming.

"Oh...mmmph!" She shook her head, "Dear God... oh Logan... I think - oh God... not again - oh no don't stop! I said DON'T STOP!"

He laughed, suckling on her clitoris, swirling, tugging and biting softly.

"Ohhhhhhh!" She flung her head around, clenching her eyes closed, every muscle tensing as release pumped through her, "OH! Logan baby GOD baby you're good - and again - oh sweet Jesus I can't - fuck me I can't!!" She gasped. "Oh fuck I ain't ever lettin' go a' you baby... ooh Ohh OH!" She bit her fist, squeezing her eyes shut, and with an accidental jerk of her leg, kicked him in the shoulder-blade with her heel. She grunted. "Shit! Logan-"

"I'm fine," he mumbled, giving her a meaningful pump of his tongue as if to prove it.

"Woohhhh!" She shook her head, "Stop! I mean it stop - I can't take it anymore!"

With a final long run of his tongue, he dropped a chaste kiss on her clit, pulling her down from the edge of the spa into the bubbling water. Her body was limp and pliant, the skin warm and blushed with the red of afterglow. Gathering her gently in his arms, he settled into a corner of the spa, dragging the long wet tresses from her face.

Her eyelids fluttered, drifting against his skin as she snuggled to his shoulder.

"I love you," she breathed softly, "Ohhh-" Her voice was cut short with a gulp, and she met his amused gaze. "You're awfully quiet for a man who's just had a bunch a' sex."

He gave a ghost of a smile, the corners of his mouth ticking him, and he just ran his fingertips over the planes of her cheek, down her jaw. He shrugged.

"Just like hearing you talk."

She frowned, letting her fingertips do a little wandering of their own, reacquainting themselves with Logan's left nipple. With a long breath in, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, cradling her face, holding her delicately. She barely thought such care possible from such a seemingly rough and animalistic man.

"Logan..."

"Hmm?"

"Do you think anyone heard us?"

Glancing down at her, Logan smirked. "Oh, I know they heard you..."

"Oh my God..."

She sank down in the water some, but it didn't hide Logan's amusement.

"You know what's really cute?"

"What?" she pouted.

"When you blush, it goes all the way d-mm!"

She pressed her hand over his mouth, a wild frown on her features, but she stopped suddenly. She blinked at Logan, her jaw dropping, the red in her cheeks renewed.

"Logan... I'm naked!"

"There's a news flash - ow."

She grabbed his shoulders, eyeing him. "Where are my leotards?"

Purple and black lycra floated past them in the white frothing water. A groan grew in Rogue's throat, slowly growing louder, and with a release of red hot anger, she punched the water furiously.

"SHIT!"

Logan laughed. He tipped his head back, clutched his sides, and let out hearty, gut busting, laughter.

"You asshole!"

He didn't stop.

"How dare you find this funny! I'm naked! I have nothing to wear! Ah got changed in mah room and now I have ta traipse back like the day Ah was GOD-damned BORN!"

He just shook his head, waving a hand at her. It didn't calm her down. Swallowing, wiping tears from his eyes, Logan smirked.

"Listen, baby, it's not that bad-"

"Says YOU! You get a free show!"

He rolled his eyes. "Listen damn it! My clothes aren't wet. I'll put 'em on - go get Jubilee, she'll get you a change of clothes and I'll make sure nobody walks in on you, okay?"

Rogue just frowned with uncertainty. Turning to glance at his clothes, Logan's self-assured smirk fell from his face. Rogue would have laughed, she really would have. The look on his face was priceless.

Sitting in a puddle of sloshed chlorinated water was Logan's underwear, flannelette shirts and pants, looking very decidedly wet.

"You went hell for leather sweetheart."

Gritting his teeth, Logan looked to the ceiling.

"FUCK!"

She sighed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Does this put a dampener on the beginning of our relationship?"

He glanced to her, a smile flickering across his features.

"Nah," he said, "This just makes it interesting."

She smirked. "Say that again after Bobby's copped a load of you nakie."

Logan pulled himself out of the spa with a growl. "He's gonna have to see it and weep like every other girl out there."

Pulling up his clothes, he grit his teeth again.

"Some of these are okay - here, you wear the shirt."

They flapped out their clothes, pulling on what they could. The socks and underwear, the last to go off and the closest to the pool, were thoroughly soaked, making Logan's trip all the more uncomfortable. Rogue's lycra outfit, being wet and sodden, was totally useless as clothing, and more of use as an interesting torture device (wet slaps of lycra both sting and chill).

So it was that Rogue donned a red long flannel shirt, no underwear, wet socks and wet sports shoes, and Logan's boxers. Logan wore his sweatpants, and not a lot else. The difference between the two was, Logan running around commando in a pair of sweatpants was commonplace. Rogue looking like she'd been through his wardrobe blindfolded would be what caused the shock.

Nudging her towards the door, he smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"They're gonna find out somehow-"

"SHh!" She glared at him. "For you this is some big ol' stamp of approval! A big 'Hey look! The big man Logan got laid!' For me - this is - complete and utter humiliation! You're to go out there - find Jubilee! If anyone can make enough of a distraction whilst I make a run for my room - it's her!"

Sighing, Logan nodded. "Sure sure. Wait here."

He headed for the door, and stopped. With a bashful dip of his head he ducked back to her, planting a kiss on her lips. He tapped her nose, grunting a gruff "Love you," before ducking out the door.

The following scene to the standard onlooker went something like this:

Storm and her troupe of X-Grrls were all thrusting and flailing their honed bodies around to the endless rhythms of Fat Boy Slim. Jubilee, donned in yellow lycra, didn't notice at first the bashful looking Logan as he toed his way to her mat. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she literally jumped around, eyes wide as saucers. Upon seeing the hulking six foot of wet luscious man, she did what any self respecting red-blooded woman would do.

She swooned.

He spoke, but the other person he was talking to was too busy swooning to really register what he was saying. Thus, he had to repeat himself. This took time - time anyone could walk into that spa and see Rogue not only dishevelled, but not in her own clothing. After repeating himself, a look of dawning and triumph flashes on the brash girl's face.

Jubilee was all in agreement.

He turned to walk off, but the aforementioned brash girl grabbed him, spun him about and hugged him tightly. His hair fell in his face as she slammed him on the back repeatedly in a rough hug. He nodded in thanks, looked very desperate, and ran off. Jubilee grinned, jumped up and down, then once everyone had stared at her for what she felt was long enough to get the attention she needed, jumped on her foot the wrong way and tumbled to the ground in a fit of anguished shrieks.

Grabbing her ankle, she rolled about, tears streaming down her face. There was one thing Logan was sure about as he pulled Rogue and his back-pack from the spa, every mutant in the gym crowding around the wailing Jubilee. The girl deserved a God-damned Oscar.

Hefting Rogue over his shoulder (much to Rogue's chagrin), he made a run for Rogue's bedroom like a football player with his ass on fire. He may have possibly ran past the Professor, he wasn't about to stop to make sure. They'd made their way through most of the mansion, Rogue's room not a few doors away when there was a clearing of a distinct throat. Logan span around.

Next to his own door, Scott Summers cocked a well preened brow, his arms crossed, his jaw hanging in a puzzled grin.

"Logan..."

Logan gulped, "I was just - I mean-"

From behind Logan's back, there was a meek, "It's not what it looks like."

Logan nodded. "Really."

Scott must have blinked, his jaw just hung there. "I know what it looks like."

Logan shook his head, "Yeah well whatever you think you know, it's not, really."

"Oh, I wish I didn't know what it looks like, but I do."

Logan winced. "Would you believe me if I said I accidentally wet her leotards?"

"Logan, I know exactly what happened to her leotards."

From behind Logan's back; "Oh mah God..."

"I never want that to happen again."

Again, from Logan's back; "Never ever Cahke, I God-damned SWEAR!"

Logan cocked an unimpressed brow at his darling over his shoulder.

"You hear me?"

Logan now glared at Cyclops, gripping the behind next to his face angrily.

"Hey, careful there sugah!"

"Sorry," he said, tilting his head, and he looked to Cyke. "Sure - never again. I gotta get this girlie some clothes."

Scott shook his head as Logan loped off, and just as the woman-hefting man was about to slip into the girl's room, he muttered.

"Now you know why me and Jean got our own ensuite."

Logan glared at him. "You son of a bitch!"

"Logan. Clothes. Now."

Scott grinned, and disappeared into his own room.

It didn't take long for Rogue to shower and change. That surprised Logan - that sort of thing usually takes forever for a girl. He could smell her wafting into the room, all mango shampoo and strawberry soap, a light musk deodorant that must have cost a bit. He just lay on her bed, arms folded behind his head, eyes closed as he listened to her wash. The warmth and firmness of a straddling pair of legs opened his eyes, and he smiled at her.

"Hey."

"Hey," she replied.

"That was some adventure, hmm?"

"Enough of an adventure for me," she said, falling down next to him, snuggling against his arm. "Did Jubilee hurt herself bad?"

Logan shook his head. "Didn't look like it. She makes a lot of noise."

With an embarrassed groan, Rogue rolled onto her back, "Apparently so do I."

"Hey, if anyone says anything to you about that, they'll have to answer to me."

He squeezed her gently, and Rogue just shook her head back at him.

"I think I pack quite a whammy on my own, sweet-pea," she said. "I can do my own ass kicking."

"I'll believe that," said Logan.

"Just -" She closed her eyes and sighed raggedly, "Promise me we won't make love in the spa again... it was fun, but that whole no clothes thing..."

"Sure," Logan nodded, "Sure. Next time, it's the stables."

"Logan!"

"You allergic to hay?

"I'm so gonna smack you!"

"Fine - the pool."



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