Title: Soft Touch
Author: Tanya Miller
Email: roguemarie@usa.netSeries: Part 6 of the Gemini Series
Rating: R to NC-17 (duh!)
Summary: What do you think it's about? Come on people!!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Except for Sarah. Marvel and Fox own all recognisable characters
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Rogue was sitting by her window, staring out at the lovely day that was outside. The sun was shining brightly but Rogue was barely noticing it. She was staring out the window, but seeing nothing. Everything was blurred by the tears that seemed to be constantly falling from her eyes. Hugging her knees closer to her body and resting her head on them she gave in to them. The soft sobs racked her body, making her tremble like a leaf in the wind. She heard the door behind her open. Thinking that it was Sarah returning, Rogue ignored it.
"Marie?"
'Logan. That's Logan's voice. Wake up, Marie. You're dreamin' again.' Rogue thought bitterly 'Logan doesn't want you. He can't even stand to be around you anymore. So get over it!'
"Marie...honey....please look at me."
Lifting her eyes, if only to prove to herself that she was hearing things. Even though the tears that were filling her vision, she could still see that it was Logan standing in front of her. "Logan?"
"Yeah it's me." Logan said softly, reaching out and brushing away the tears that lingered on her lashes. "I'm sorry I made you cry, Marie. I never wanted to make you cry."
Rogue closed her eyes at the sensation of Logan's hands on her face, touching her so softly. Tilting her head so that Logan's hand cradled her cheek, she sighed. "If I am dreaming, let me not wake up." Turning her head, she placed a kiss in his palm.
Logan felt his heart constrict at her words. He hadn't realised how much this was hurting her until now. Feeling the feather light touch of her lips on his palm, he drew a quick breath. Reaching out with his other hand, he stroked her hair, slowly moving toward her. "Marie...." All words failed him when she lifted her eyes to him, speaking so softly the words he had thought he would never hear.
"Touch me, Logan. Please. Love me."
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Logan's head dipped to trail a kiss down her cheek, following the path that her tears had taken. He felt Marie place a hand on his cheek. Frowning at the feel of fabric, he pulled back and looked at her.
"Ah can't seem to give them up. Sarah said she felt the same way at first." Rogue said softly, looking at her glove covered hands, unable to meet his gaze.
Logan reached out a hand to tip her face, forcing her to look at him. "Have I ever told you I think your gloves are sexy?" he said with a smile. A small answering smile met his efforts. "You can leave them on if you want to, if it makes you more comfortable...." he told her gently
She leaned back slightly, looking at him as she took them off. "No...Ah....Ah want to feel you.....without them."
Logan felt his mouth go dry at her words. Smiling he stepped back to allow her to stand. Moving quickly once she did, he held her against him for a moment. A tiny sob excaped Rogue's lips as he did. She lifted her face to meet his kisses, tender, probing kisses that rippled through her like a flood, leaving her weak with longing. Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him against her so tightly that she could feel his heart pounding against her breasts.
"Oh, Marie....." he whispered between kisses. "I've been dreaming about this for so long.....so very long...."
Rogue's lips parted in response, but her own emotions choked off her answer. She felt as though she was going to melt at his tenderness. She closed her eyes, her mouth swelling to the firm mold of his lips. His hands moved gently up the curve of her waist, to knead her back and shoulders. They trembled with restraint, as if they were waiting for a signal from her.
Instinctively, her tongue stirred. Its tip feathered his mouth, flicking his lips, darting between his teeth. Logan stiffened against her, and for a moment Rogue thought that she had done something wrong. A shudder ran through his body. Then, suddenly, he was crushing her hard against him, his kisses bruising in their power, wild in their unleashed urgency.
Response too long confined exploded like rockets inside of her. Her hands clasped hi head, fingers tangling in his hair. Her tongue met his in a jumbled thrust-and-parry that sent hot, wet waves surging through her body.
She whimpered as his hand found her breast through the material of her top. The pressure of his fingers was ecstasy. Rogue fumbled wildly with her buttons, needing his touch against her skin, hungering for his hands, his mouth on her body, on all of her.
Logan's lips burned a trail down the line of her open top. Lost now, Rogue held on to him, loving the warm dampness of his breath on her breasts. For over a year, she had remained alone and untouched. 'No more' her heart whispered. 'No more', her throbbing body echoed.
"Marie....oh my sweet Marie....." His free hand jerked her hard against his hips. She felt the solid ridge of him quivering against her belly. Her knees buckled as she arched against him. He caught her in his arms, sweeping her up in a rush that carried them all the way to the bed.
By the now waning light filtering through the window, they undressed each other. Clothes fell to the floor unnoticed in their fever to be skin to skin with no barrier. Logan pulled away for just a moment to lock the door, making sure that they wouldn't be interrupted. He returned quickly to her waiting arms.
Rogue's touch devoured him. Her fingers tousled the crisp, black hair that curled on his chest. Her tongue circled the tiny nipple, tasting his warm salty flesh. His lips were in her hair, his hands running hungrily over her bare skin. She whimpered with impatience as his fingers moved lower, along the curve of her pelvis. Her hips curled upward to meet his hand, offering him the intimate tangle of hair, the moist, secret hidden beneath.
Logan groaned as his fingers slid over her. He arched her backward onto the bed, stroking with a silky touch that shimmered through her body. His desire lay hard and swollen along her thigh. Rogue's breath tore at her throat as she moved against him, her hips moving in urgent little twitches, her body trobbing with need. "Love me, Logan," she whispered hoarsely. "Love me...."
He shifted above her, trembling as she parted to meet him. Like a long lost key finding its lock, he entered her.
"Oh...." Rogue clung to him. Her hips curved upward, pulling him deeper into her. With a gasp that was almost a sob, he pressed home. Rogue felt him push through the barrier that was her virginity, but felt no pain. She was too caught up in the moment to notice any discomfort.
They moved together, in rhythm as wild and as timeless as the ocean. Rogue gave herself up to him, to the exquisite tugs and tightenings, to the delicious quiverings that unfolded in her like the opening of a thousand flowers. She was his' and he was her's. Completely.
Her hands clasped his butt, drawing him into her as she met each thrust of his body. He caught her lips as their ecstasy mounted. Her senses were drunk with the taste of him, with the scent and feel of him. "Logan...." she whispered as the lights burst like a shower of fireworks behind her eyes. "I love you, Logan....."
She felt him shudder, felt his wordless kisses on her face. He leaned away from her only long enough to pull the sheet over them. Then, deliciously spent, they slipped into darkness together. The last words she heard before slipping into that glorious sleep was Logan's as he whispered. "I love you more."
The End