Title:The Cleanse
Subject:Logan and Rogue Non-brotherly/Non-sisterly love
Rating:Come on it's me. You know it is NC-17.
Summary: Rogue must under go a massive cleansing of the soul in hopes of
gaining control of her power.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: The details of this cleanse are from my mind and have their
base in many different beliefs. What can I say I'm schizophrenic. LOL Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did this would have been the movies
plot.
Another thing: If you are reading this and want me to follow canon. You need
to exit now because I don't need no stinkin' canon. In Canon Logan is an Ass
and Rogue is a southern belle. And we won't be havin' any of that here.
Okay On with the sequel...
The Cleanse
Rogue's stomache growled and she put her hand on it to stop the sound.
She was getting ready to eat her own hand if they didn't end this fast soon.
It had been three days since she had awakened in Logan's arms. Three
day's since the shower and Charles Xavier's office. With a growl of
frustration she flopped back on her bed she closed her eyes and breathed
deepily. They said it would help to stave of the hunger.
"Yeah, that and a bag o' chips,' she muttered. With a heavy sigh she turned
onto her stomache and picked up her drawing pad. At times like these when
the strain of the cleanse got to much she would pick up her scetches and
wile away the time. At the last minute she tossed the scetch pad on the
ground and picked up her journal instead.
It was one of the only thing's she was aloud to do. The 'Thou Shalt
Not's' were starting to far out way the 'Thou Shalt's', but she stuck to
them, because the Professor had said it was impairative that the cleanse be
preformed correctly if they were to have any sort of success.
"You will have to under go a week long fast. That means only water for one
week." When she had questioned the professor he said, "The first week of the
cleanse is the most important and abstaince is the key."
She still laughed when she remembered the look that crossed Logan's face.
He knew what abstance meant and he didn't like that word one bit. He had
narrowed his eyes on Xavier and said, "I hope you aren't telling us to just
say no!"
Rogue knew the minute that he regretted his insistance that he go
through the cleanse with her. It had been just moments after the 'A' word
was used that Xavier clarified what he meant. With his very own set of the
Ten Commandments.
Journal-
Where was I? I think I was in the middle of the, 'Ten Commandment's.
THOU SHALT NOT eat
THOU SHALT NOT smoke
THOU SHALT NOT Drink anything but water so...
THOU SHALT have water
THOU SHALT NOT have any sort of sexual relation He had looked at Logan and
then added with or without a partner. I think he is so cute when he blushes.
THOU SHALT NOT smoke
THOU SHALT NOT not take any drug
THOU SHALT NOT get angry
THOU SHALT get plenty of sleep
THOU SHALT fill your being with fresh air
Oh, the Professor didn't say THOU SHALT NOT, but you could just see it
attached to each decree that left his mouth. Logan had a caniption about the
cigars and finally the Professor said he could hold it in his mouth so long
as he didn't light it.
And so it has been three days since the cleansing started. How she asked
herself did they expect you to keep commandment number eight when
commandments one, four and five were getting under your skin?
SPEAKING OF SKIN...I laughed so hard when I got called to the infirmary
shortly after the meetin'. I know I shouldn't have, but if you could only
see what I saw. There strapped down to a gurney was Logan. His eyes blazin'.
He had come to Jean to have her disolve the latex. Come to find out. There
isn't a disolvin' agent. It has to be.. get this...PEELED off. Think hot wax
at the beauty shop. My mom used to have her upper lip waxed. But that has
nothin' to do with this story. Anyway, Logan broke number eight within an
hour of leavin' the Professor's office. I think the hair is startin' to grow
back on his arms and legs, and I hope it grows back on his chest. For all my
look at it this ways, to Logan, I really liked the hair on his chest. When
he left he was muttering somethin' about Thank God for BVD's.
Only two more days to go. I think I'll record my cleanse in here. So, I'll
see ya tomorrow.
-R
Journal-
Well, I finally broke number eight! It has been four days. Four days
with only water and I was startin' to see food everywhere. I have just
stopped goin' down stairs at the normal times 'cause I have the will power
of a gnat.
But I figured it has been four whole days. I don't even feel hungry. I
keep tellin' myself that hopin' I might believe me and give up on the
cravin's. Any way I get down stairs and they are all in the kitchen bakin'
cookies.
Bobby who is to blond for his own good. (LOL-just for you Angel Face;-)
walks up and says. You want one. Do I want one?! I yelled. OF course I want
one you ninny. I haven't eatin' in four whole days. What planet are you
livin' on?
Logan was very amused. That is until I told him they were plannin' to
grill steak fer dinner. I saw his eyes glaze over and then his face fell. We
ended up in the common room playing foozeball.
Well, I have to go. Logan is teachin' me how to play poker tonight.
-R
Rogue watched as he chewed on the cigar his eyes onhis cards a smile on
his face. He was such a cocky fellow.
"I'll see your bet and raise you ten." he muttered around the cigar. She
glanced down at her own cards and then back at him. She had a good hand a
pair of kings and three aces. She knew that he was letting her win, but he
didn't know that she knew. So she tossed the required scrapes of paper in
the center of the table.
"Now, you say call." he instructed.
"Call." He put his cards on the table. He had two of a kind. She looked at
her cards with a puzzled expression and then said in a haevy southern drawl,
"I have two kings and three of those ace things." she smiled just a little
over her exagerated accent. "Is that good?"
He looked up and realized that she knew he was fixin' the cards. "Yeah,
Angel Face, it's good."
Rogue stretched her arms and legs trying to releave the fatigue that was
over coming her body, but lack of food and the tension that was runnin' so
close to the surface these days was to much for her body. Stretching her
left leg she accidentally bumped into Logan's leg and instantly her fatigue
was gone. Replaced by the simmering tension they had been holdin' in check
for to long. She noticed the fire that lit Logan's eyes at the slight touch
and a smile slid across her face.
Perhaps it was a little devil or just a remnant of the man in front of
her left after two mergings that had her running her socked foot up his
calf. Logan sure seemed to like it. He was tryin' really hard to ignore the
feelin's her wayward toes were dredgin' up.
The shiver that went through her body had nothin' to do with the cool
night breeze that drifted in through the open window on the other side of
the room. It had everything to do with the tension that was coiling hotly
low in her belly. It was becoming harder to push her toes up his calf. It
was like her leg was suddenly made of lead. Her eyes half closed from the
heat that had spread to quickly up her leg. Her face flushed.
She would have been embaressed to learn that she looked wanton. He looked
at her and he could feel the animal inside him that was raging to be loosed.
His breath was uneven as she slid her foot up his calf ever slower. He
couldn't take it anymore he had withstood all he could. Capturing her foot
at his knee he massaged the instep with firm fingers and she jumped.
"Still the same." he murmured as he slowly slid his right hand from her
ankle to her knee. Rogue stopped breathing for a moment and let her eyes
fall shut. She was giving thanks to who or what ever made her wear pants
tonight. "I know it's here." Her eyes flew open as his fingers grazed the
inner side of her calf.
"Log-an?" her eyes were heavy with desire when he was releasing her foot and
stood. She froaned not understandin' why he had stopped. He put out a hand
to her and she grasped it unsteadily.
"Easy, baby," he said as he pulled her to him her face pressing into his
maroon shirt. "We can wait. I've waited waited 85 years to find you again. I
can wait a month."
"But I-," her voice was muffled by his shirt and her need.
"Angel Face, believe me this will only make it better. The anticipation of
the fulfillment only strengthen's the desire inside us. You remember the
dream. The one from the forest?"
She nodded from her place in his arms. Who would have thought Logan Woolf
was being level headed. He hugged her to him even closer and said huskily,
"When we finally come together. It will be a hundred times more glorious
than that day." Tears formed in her eyes and he wished he could wipe them
away.
She smiled a twinkle inher eye, "You just don't want to lose that bet on
who'll break the next, 'Thou Shalt Not'.
"I know I'll win. I don't have to resort to smooth talking to try and secure
my place as victor." He stepped away from her. "You go on up to bed."
"What about you?" she whipped the tears from her eyes and glanced up at him.
"I'll go to bed later. I have some things to do in the garage." She turned
and started to leave but stopped when she heard him mutter about needing to
lift a car. "Why in the world would anyone want to try and lift a car?" she
called after him. He stopped turned around a pained look on his face. He
opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Then turning he
tossed back over his shoulder, "I'll tell you on your birthday."
Journal-
I can finally eat again! I have been to busy this last week to write
anything down. We made it through the fast and we are now in the last stages
of the body purification.
Storm is in charge of this weeks schedule. Yesterday she had us sitting
in individule pots of mud. It smelled like rotten eggs that were left out in
the sun. She said that it was helpful in relaxing the body and I must say
other than having my sense of smell obliterated I think my body is so
relaxed I might never convince it to move again.
Today we are supposed to be getting pebbled. It is kind of odd. I
personally don't get it. Storm said that when some one in her tribe was
troubled in their soul they would place stones on their bodies and think
about ridding their soul of the bad vibe. She said they burn herbs and
things to make insence. And for hours they lay focusing the negative energy
through the stone portals.
When I discribed pebbling to Logan he just laughed and said, "are you
sure she didn't say stoned? You better watch out or you might break number
seven."
-R
Journal-
I guess I should just give up hope of writin' here everyday. It has been
three days since the pebbling and we just finished a two day sweat. My hair
is all oily and I smell like a teenage boy's gym shoe. The only good part
about this whole sweat thing was sittin' next to a half naked Logan. Well,
at least across the hogan from him. Number eight was in great danger of
bein' broken. I certianly hope fanisizin' doesn't count. 'Cause all I could
think about was that chest. Oh, and the hair is growin' in just fine. I tell
you the man is lethal. I wonder if he had the same trouble? Well, I gotta go
take a shower. Only one week left. I'm a little afraid. Wonder if it doesn't
work? I know Logan thinks it is all goin' to workout. I better get a move
on.
-R
Rogue sat as still as possible while breathing deepily and trying to
clear her mind. She was supposed to be meditating, but she couldn't clear
her mind. Tonight was the last night of clensing and she was feeling tension
spread throughout her body again. Over the last four weeks she had come to
know herself better than she had before.
For instance she found that she absolutly hated self-deprivation. She
loved yoga, but hated the Lotus Position. Logan called it the pretzel. They
had learned Tia Chi and yoga together. She learned during yoga that she was
very flexible, and that she liked that glazed look that came over Logan's
face when ever she did something that turned him on.
Stiffling a giggle she thought back to Jean's attempt to discuss the
birds and the bees with her. It had all started out very Doctorly. She had
brought pictures and diagrams. They had both been embaressed. Rogue felt an
overwhelming desire for Logan. She remembered some of the memories she had
gained from Logan and she knew that in her past life they had done these
things, but in this life she was still seventeen an admittedly mature
seventeen, but seventeen all the same. She felt old when it came to other
things though. She liked Bobby, but he just seemed so young to her. That is
what her gift had done to her. Made her forever disjointed. She felt light
years to mature for the people her own age and to young for the man she
loved. Setting aside the hundred and four years old and just using the age
he looked he was still a good eighteen years her senior.
Though she felt unsure she knew without a doubt that she was going to be
with Logan. The Professor said that they would start off the touch therapy
tomorrow with a regression session in which Regressor would merge with Logan
and bring him into her mind. While they were linked Logan would try to touch
her. The theory was that while the souls were together the barrier might be
lessened. There by letting his flesh touch hers without the barrier
deflecting him and intwining their souls once more. With a heavy sigh she
gave up trying to clear her mind and just flopped back in the bed to try and
sleep.
She was just about to drift off when she heard her door ease open. She
knew it was Logan. He had taken to coming to her after he was awakened by
his dreams. She heard him as he padded barefoot to her bed. She kept her
breathing even and lay still. It was the same every night. He would come in.
Watch her for a moment and then he would stretch out on the floor beside her
bed.
He was watching her for a bit longer tonight. She wondered if he was
having the same thoughts she was. The same fears. She was getting ready to
turn to him when she felt a gentle touch on her cheek. It took every ounce
of restraint she had not to jerk away afraid it was his flesh.
"It's just a rose, Rogue." He whispered,"Feel how soft it is?"
Slowly she turned onto her back and looked up at him. She didn't speak
she just nodded.
"I know your afraid." He ran the rose down her other cheek. "No, matter what
happens tomorrow. Wether I get to touch you again or not. I will always
remember what your skin felt like everytime I stroked it." He drew the rose
down her neck to the edge of her gown just above her breasts. Then he laid
it there on her heaving chest.
"I have been feeling somethings that scare the hell out of me, Rogue." He
sat on the floor and she grasped the rose to her and turned to look down at
him. " Feeling like maybe you deserve better than me, but I just can't bring
myself to let you go. Feeling like I am not willing to give you the choice.
I am glad that you might not be able to touch anyone but me. How can I say I
love you that I have these feelings for you and think like that?"
She lifted the rose to his face and stroked it down between those
gloriously furrowed brows over his nose to his lips. "You can think that,
because I wish that you could only ever touch me. It is the love and those
feeling's that make us think that way. I want you and only you, but I worry
I won't make you happy. That I won't live up to your expectations. That
Rogue will never fill Marie's shoes."
"You don't have to worry about that. It isn't Marie I want. It isn't Marie I
dream about, or watch as she walks through the school. Her head up and a
smile on her lips laughing at something she heard. Or looking at me with so
much innocence shining through her eye's I get hard just thinking about
touching her. It isn't Marie that makes me forget that I can't touch her."
Rogue's eyes widened and her breath hitched. "That's it right there," he
murmured. "The look that makes me want to push you back into that matress
and make you mine."
She gulped a deep breath her eyes running over him looking for any sign
of his words being true. He laughed,"Turn over and go to sleep. You don't
have to know all my deep dark secrets."
Hugging the rose to her she turned onto her left side and closed her
eyes. Then opening them she said, "Logan?"
"Yeah?" Came the gruff reply.
"I can't wait to feel you. All of you." The groan from the floor was the
only reply at first.
"Liven up to your new name I see, Rogue. Put an old gut out of his misery
and go to sleep."
It was amazing the diverence having him in the room with her made. She
was asleep in no time. While he lay awake for the better part of the night
trying not to break number eight.
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