TITLE: Unconventional
AUTHOR: Kim kimberly.h@w...
GENRE: X-men Movie Logan/Rogue Romance,
Rogue POV
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: An unconventional solution to touch.
DISCLAIMER: Wish I owned them but I don't.
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first!
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and lots!
NOTES: This is a follow up to "Rogue-aholic" and
"Mind Games." I don't think you really need to read
those two to enjoy this one, but it wouldn't hurt! If
you'd like to read the first two, just e-mail me and I'll
send them to you. Also, this involves a weird concept of
having sex (it's not THAT weird). But if you can't
stand anything slightly abnormal, or sex for that matter
then don't read!
Title: Unconventional
Author: Kim
Okay, I don't even know what happened. I just know
that somewhere along the way, our relationship
changed. It was purely friendship at first, but
now...well I don't even know what it is now. I mean I
can't even touch the man! The idea scares and excites
me at the same time. The thought that he thinks of me as
more than just some kid he picked up off the streets and
as a real woman makes my head spin. He looks at me
now the way he used to look at her. Jean. Except now
there's more in that piercing stare. It's all for me, love,
trust, protection. If I didn't know better, the man looks
at me like he worships the very ground I walk on. Who
would have known? Wolverine, a bumbling fool
blinded by a love that just isn't possible. Well, if he's a
bumbling fool, then I must be one too because I love
him as well. It's all so frustrating.
I was mighty proud of myself for getting him back with
the bath towel thing. You should have seen him after
that! I mean, the man who exudes pure animalistic
sensuality, all the egotistical male confidence a man can
get, turned into a stuttering teenager when it came to
me. One time, I pretended that I didn't see him while I
had my nose stuck in a book. I had no idea where he
was headed to, but he stopped to stare. The next
thing I know, when he turned and resumed walking,
BLAM! Nose first into that hard wall. Ouch! Thank
heavens for his healing power, otherwise he would've
ended up nursing a broken nose. I couldn't resist, so I told him to
watch where he was going next time. He scowled at me
and I hid my smiling face behind my book scampered off
in the opposite direction.
I love the attention. I love his attention and I wouldn't
want it from anybody else. For days and weeks after my
eye popping encounter with a certain naked Logan and
a little towel, the sexual tension has spiraled into a
whirlwind of hormones and emotions. Toto, I don't
think we're in Kansas anymore.
It's become a game to see who'll break first. And if it
weren't for the fact that it was a game, I'd be the one to
break every damn rule that lay in our way. He found
more excuses for ways to touch me. A brush here, a
caress there. He's so infuriating! That tease. I can't take
it anymore and I'm afraid that if one more day passes,
I'll crack. He's caught me gawking at that edible little
tushy of his. I swear, the man has a butt to die for, so
perfectly rounded. I bet my hands could mold around it
like a potter's hands around clay. Most days, I want to
wrap myself around him like second skin. But if I did
that then I'd end up killing him. Rather morbid,
wouldn't you say?
I was in the library, chatting with Jubes while we
searched for a book I wanted to read. I'm startled out of
my conversation by a loud, "Rogue!" I look up in time
to see Logan unraveling his way through the maze of
tables and people scattered throughout the library. I
could tell they were pissed off at the rowdy
interruption. Some just scowled while others shooshed
poor Wolvie. I've never seen him look so excited
before. Let me rephrase that. I've never seen him look
like a little boy in a candy store.
Like I said, he was weaving in and out of the scattered
tables trying to get to me. I decided to meet him half
way. As soon as I came within touching distance he
grabbed my hand and started pulling me to the exit.
Where was he taking me? And I asked him.
"You'll see," was his enigmatic answer. I swear! The
Mona Lisa had some serious competition as far
mysterious, close-lipped smiles went. I had no choice
but to follow him...out the door...to the garage...and
into the car. Hmm...why am I beginning to feel
nervous? I could see any questions I had wouldn't be
answered, at least not right now. The set determination
in his unique features told me so. His concentration was
locked onto the road we were driving down. I watched
in fascination as his jaw twitched with tension. His
nose huffed with the excitement he held. Whatever it
was, it was his mission. And Logan never backs out of
missions.
I just watched him all the way until we arrived
at...wherever we were going to arrive at. Occasionally,
he'd flick his eyes towards my face and smile that
cute smile I adore so much. I love being this way
with him. So trusting. I know he'll never hurt me or do
anything to break that trust. I look out the window
watching the scenery fly by. We've entered the city, but
he takes a turn into the more shabby part of town.
Okay, no matter how I trusting I am towards Logan, I
can't help but feel the nervousness prickle my finger
tips and lace just a little bit of my heart. We finally pull
into an underground garage and we get out of the car. I
still don't utter a word. I can't help but gaze wide eyed
at him. He takes my gloved hand and heads for an
elevator. When we get in, he punches a button that goes
to an even more underground level. A basement?
Umm...I guess I'll just keep my comments to myself.
When the elevator slows to a stop, a high "PING!"
indicates that we've reached our destination. The metal
doors slide open and we have indeed entered a
basement. Or more like the Twilight Zone. The place is
something out of a sci-fi movie. High tech stuff
everywhere, not an inch of wall space wasted. What is
this place? Lab technicians are hard at work. We bypass
all the techies and enter a room separate from everyone
else. This room is also state of the art, just like the
other, but this one seems to be a control room of sorts.
A beautiful woman in a white lab coat looks as though
she's been waiting for us. The woman in me shoots her
defenses up. Feels like someone's trying to walk in on
my territory. Hey! Come on! You know what it's like,
when you see a gorgeous blonde with never ending
legs, the cat claws come a scratchin. Meow! Grrrr! Like
I said, blame it on the woman in me.
Ms. Blondie pays no attention to me, but paws at Logan
like he's a scratching post. Ooh!
"I've been waiting for you, Mr. Logan." Great. Now the
perfect white teeth have made an appearance. Come on
girl! Let's get it ON!
Logan, much to his credit, doesn't pay her any
attention. Good boy. He just grips my hand even
tighter, nerves possessing him. I wish I knew what this
was all about. He just nods at the woman and she tells
us to go through the white door on the other side. She
also said that she'd wait until we're ready. Ready?
Ready for what? Have I mentioned this man infuriates
me?
Okay, so we enter the mysterious room behind the door
and I see two chairs (I can't help thinking of a dentist's
chair, because that's what they looked like.) The only
difference is that there were no dental tools waiting to
drill a hole in you. The chairs were hooked to lots of
multi-colored wires. Each cushioned chair had head
gears attached on top. Each head gear had a visor like
screen to cover the eyes. Oh God. Was this what I think
it is? Two words came to mind. Virtual Reality.
"Um, Logan. You wouldn't have tricked me into
receiving shock therapy, would you?" I was only half
kidding. Logan led me to one chair and sat me down,
while he went to his and sat down as well. Before
reaching to pull down the head equipment, he looked
directly at me. Deadly serious he asked, "Do you trust
me?"
Not even missing a beat, "Of course I do." He nodded
and told me to put on the head thing. He proceeded to
do the same. He then said out loud, "We're ready."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the
electric shocks shot through my body. What the fuck?
That's when the screen in front of me turned into static.
The next thing I know I'm in a whole other world. It's
as if I'm there but not there. I mean, I felt like my
whole body had jumped into that screen and I was
physically there and not in some hot seat with a gizmo
stuck on my head. What a rush! In my VR
world/place/head whatever it was, everything came into
focus. Okay, I admit it was a bit screwy, but the flush of
excitement coursed through my body. I was in a
bedroom. Not just any bedroom but those luxury suites.
It's wonderful to be pampered, even if it wasn't really
real. I noticed the queen sized mattress, dressed in
cream colored silk sheets. And, oh my, on top of that
powder puff of a bed, sat a laid back Logan looking like
a sexy devil incarnate. His hair was slicked back, wet
from the gel that had been run through it. It was tousled
in a way that looked incredibly sexy. He leaned on his
two elbows, his amazing bod oozing sensuality. Logan
was all in black, black silk shirt with the top few
buttons undone. I could see the light sprinkle of
chest hair peeking through. His black pants clung to
him in all the right places. And his adorable feet were
bare. He looked good enough to eat, and if I was
right about what this whole thing was, then I was going to do just
that. I do believe the man was trying to seduce me. It's
working.
The look on his face was priceless. I've never seen such
animal hunger before. Well, not really true. He had it
when I saw his naked body that day, but this was that
look times twenty. His pupils were dilated with lust,
darkened to a charcoal black. He unconsciously licked
his lips, running his tongue languidly over the bottom one as
if it were a promise. Oh what that tongue could do to
me! The giddiness at the anticipation was setting in.
Logan's hypnotic voice pierced the silence.
"It's payback time." He ran his eyes over the length of
my body. He stood, gaze locked on mine and sauntered
towards me. Hell yes!
When he stood in front of me, the heat of his body
leaped off and licked my burning skin. He watched my
reaction while towering over me. Remember when I
said he looked like he worshipped the ground I walked
on? Well, that's just what he did. He worshipped me.
His slender, lengthy fingers touched the side of my hair,
not a bit of hesitation in them. They skimmed the white
strands they encountered then slid down my cheek
bones to stroke my lips. I almost shook him off with
fear at what that touch could do, then I remembered that
in this world, I couldn't hurt him. This is what he had
planned the entire time. I loved him all the more for it.
Almost hypnotized he leaned his face in, angling his
lips to meet mine. I watched as his eyes slid shut
fascinated that this man, who was almost always a
brute, could be so tender. My eyes like wise did the
same, as I waited for those soft lips to touch mine. I
didn't have to wait long because in the next instant, I
felt his breath on my face and the arrival of what I
sought. Our lips tangled in a tender battle. It was
heaven. My chest heaved at the connection, tears
wanting to cascade at the emotion that overtook me.
Logan broke the contact and cradled my face watching
me steadily. The want in him ready to pounce at any
given second. I closed my eyes again giving entreaty to
his quest. His lips crashed down on mine, bruising with
each nip, seeking absolution with each lick. I felt his
tongue on my lips, petting them, pleading entrance. I
opened without hesitation. Our tongues made beautiful
love, while our souls connected. His hands remained
gentle as they roamed over the silk material covering
my body. (When did I end up in silk negligee? Oh who
cares!)
I felt his finger tickle the sides of my stomach, stroking
and finally deciding to sit still there for a while. When
our kiss escalated into something more, the brute power
in him came alive. Without breaking the duel of our
mouths, he bent and lifted me into his arms. You would
have thought I weighed the same as a feather. My arms
curled around his neck as I sighed into his mouth. His
lips pulled away with regret, and I groaned at the loss of
him. He quickly made up for it by directing those lethal
lips on their next target. My neck.
I had to stifle the urge to giggle. Who knew I'd be
ticklish on my neck? But that tampered down as he
assaulted the area below my ear. Oh God! His tongue
lapped at the skin there, then nuzzled it with his nose.
We finally made contact with the bed. I could feel our
combined weights strain the bed, as it squeaked in
protest. Logan knelt and gently lowered me to the softness of it.
My head felt like it was floating on those silk covered
fluffs called pillows. Logan remained kneeling,
straddling my writhing body. His eyes burned into
mine, this time not bothering to hide all the love and
desire that swirled in them. His lips were swollen from
the job my own lips had down on them. He was
beautiful. It was my turn to unravel my heavy lidded
eyes on the lithe body on top of me. I could see the
bulge tenting his pants. Looking quickly became not
enough. I moved from under him and crawled up to
kneel in front of him. His hands were unmoved at his
sides, squeezed into fists as he watched my every move.
He was giving me control.
My hands came to life as the need to feel him, skin to
skin became adamant. I unbuttoned the shirt, smoothing
it off his shoulders, not paying any attention as it
fluttered onto the bed. I ran my hands over his toned
chest, playing with the hair that curled there. His
nipples hardened as my velvety hands tugged on them.
My lips replaced my fingers and I tugged and sucked on
them, lavishing the same attention on each. Didn't want
to make the other jealous, now did I?
I heard his sharp intake of air and pride that I'd done
this to him added to my desire. I released his nipple and
moved up to his face, imitating his earlier actions. I
tenderly grasped his face in my hands, stroking the hair
that grew on the sides. I looked him directly in the eyes
as I moved in for a kiss. My hands didn't have the
patience to stay idle as they were motivated to head
south. They strayed down his chest and to the top of his
pants where I unbuttoned and unzipped them releasing
the straining heat. I swallowed the groan that escaped
his mouth. I helped him take his pants off and threw
them onto the floor. No underwear! I pulled away and
stared at him, mouth agape. It was like that day in his
room, except I had a hand in making this arousal come
alive. I had to touch him. He must have smiled at my
amazement, knowing I'd only seen, but never felt one
in my entire life. The smoothness as my hand touched it
shot waves of pleasure through me. I skimmed my
hands learning his penis' every curve, every ridge,
every nerve I could find. His body begun to shake in
pleasure and control was very quickly seeping away.
His resolve was cracking.
I leaned back onto my feet and looked purposefully at
him. Then I crossed my arms to pull the soft touch of
silkiness over my head. I tossed that too over the bed,
no doubt landing it to the accumulating amount of
clothes on the floor. The little panties I had
on quickly followed. The feral look that pulsated caused
me to lean against the pillows once more. He was on
me in a second.
I moaned when I felt his fingers climb up my skin and
wrap themselves around my naked right breast. I was in
heaven. He held it, testing its weight. Logan took my
nipple between his two fingers and pinched them,
smiling at my squeal of delight. His hot, moist mouth
took control of my breasts and that delectable mouth
did things to my breasts that are just indescribable! I
sighed and writhed at the pain and pleasure I was
experiencing. He abandoned my breasts and proceeded
to lick his way down, his scorching tongue burning a
path on my stomach. I realized what he had in mind,
but I grabbed at his hair to prevent movement. He
looked up, puzzlement crossing his features. I just
shook my head and said, "Together."
He understood. He climbed back up next to me,
claiming possession on my lips again. His hand slithered
its way down, though. He moved it to between my
legs, and I parted them, allowing his exploration.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he slipped one finger into me,
then another. My hips jolted at the sensations claiming me.
My juices spilled onto his fingers, the
desire and ache I felt for him all too evident. Logan
seemed overcome with emotion as it dawned on him
that he had as much an effect on me as I did on him. I
smiled at his awed face. I felt my hips pump in motion
with his hands, the multitude of bliss building inside of
me. All too soon he pulled his hands free (me groaning
in frustration!) He hovered above me, his erect cock grazing
the entrance of my yearning center. Our eyes locked
and he bent his head to kiss me as he slowly entered,
allowing me to adjust to his size. I cried out at the
tingling sensation, tears burning my eyes. This was it.
The connection between us sealed. He continued to
move his lips over mine as our hips joined, moving in
unison. Each time he pulled almost out then thrust back
into me, I could feel that excruciatingly beautiful
orgasm coming within my reach. The shudders reverberated
against the insides of my skin. I was one live bundle
of nerves. After a few more rough strokes, I was there,
soaring, flying, reaching that euphoria I wished to
seek plenty of times over. I saw the hot flashes of color
burst behind my closed lids, and it continued even
after I felt Logan come, burying his
seed deep inside of me.
He caught himself before he could crush me with his
weight, rolling to my side and pulling me into his
loving arms. He kissed my forehead, contentment
washing over his entire body. We held each other until
our pulses slowed to its normal pace.
The cliché to say, "I love you" was not needed, because
this beautiful union between us spoke more than words
ever could.
When I came back to the real reality, I felt like the
world could come to an end and I'd still die a happy
woman. Our lovemaking may have been
unconventional but it felt as real as real could get.
I sighed and looked over at Logan, who by this time
had taken the head gear off and was watching me
silently, the same happiness soaking his body. I could
see the question in his head, and I smiled at the thought
that he was so human. What could it hurt?
"Go ahead, Logan. Ask."
He sighed in relief, this time losing the nerve to look at
me. He seemed to be embarrassed that I caught him. At
last, he looked at me, and his eyebrows cocked at the
question he was dying to ask.
"So...um...was it...good?" he asked unsure.
I grinned inwardly. Oh yeah. It was good.
THE END
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