For disclaimer see part one.
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When they found her, just two days later, she had fucked her way through five men.
She had nearly killed one of them which had bothered her, a little. She'd hoped to have some kind of control of her gift at some point, but it didn't look like it was going to happen anytime soon. The frustration of nearly killing the forth was what had driven her onto the fifth.
And fuck, he had been good.
Her body still ached from the first time, her hand still ached from where she had hit the man in the alleyway, her head was trying to ignore what she had absorbed from the fourth man, but still it wasn't enough. Something was missing.
Nothing was quenching the thirst.
Logan was enjoying the view, which definitely helped, but it just…something was just missing.
She'd known they would come, of course. The Professor-
{Wheels.}
She chuckled. Wheels would have used the machine in the room-
{The big, round room.}
{Not the only thing that's big and round, is it?}
{Marie!} His righteous indignation was almost believable. If she hadn't been Marie, if he hadn't been Logan, and he wasn't currently vacationing in her head.
{Don't sound so shocked. I have your memories. I know you've never had an unsatisfied lover. I know what you look like naked. In the shower.}
{You like me in the shower, don't cha?}
{Fuck.}
{Nice imagery, huh?}
{You'd think with all that fucking I'd been too worn out to even think about it.}
{One of the nice things about touching him and getting me as a result, is that your body can take more than it used to.}
{Thank God,} She purred. {Because whenever the other Logan returns…nothing is going to stop me. Not Jean. No one.}
Was it possible for the person living in her head to get aroused? It definitely seemed possible. A hand that felt nothing like hers started playing with her breasts through her shirt as she lay on the motel bed-
Someone knocked.
{Fuck.}
Which one of them thought that?
Pulling her gloves on, she opened the door.
{Jean.}
The smell. Christ, the smell was glorious.
{Innocence Marie, innocence. You don't know anything.}
"Jean!" She exclaimed, throwing herself into the older woman's arms. "Thank God you're here!"
Jean hesitated for a second, then wrapped her arms fully around the young girl.
Logan was having the time of his life, and it was all Rogue could do to stop the growl from escaping. She clung tighter, appreciating every curve, every inch of her body, and fuck she was ready again.
Logan had definitely given her an appetite for sex.
He didn't seem to regret it, and she wasn't sure she did either.
Pulling away so as not to arouse {Heh.} any more suspicion, Rogue immediately launched into her cover story; frightened, oh so frightened, the bad man reminded her of Magneto and she couldn't cope so she ran and ran and ran until she found this motel and knew that if she just waited here they'd find her eventually with Cerebro, and she was too scared to come back, he might still be there…
Rogue was a bit disturbed at how easily Jean bought the story. Had she really been that ditzy?
{If you were ditzy Marie, I wouldn't have any interest in you at all.}
{Reassuring to know,} She told him, putting her jacket on and leaving the motel as Jean put an arm around her for comfort. She shivered.
"Cold?" Jean asked, pulling her closer.
{Not exactly.}
"A little."
Jean guided her towards the car and as Rogue sat in the back - regretfully by herself - she saw Storm had come with her. They talked, briefly, and once she'd assured her she was okay, Storm started the engine.
Smiling, Rogue looked out the window. When the man from room seven walked by and leered at her - fuck number two; the dickhead who wasn't interested in foreplay - she was tempted to ignore him.
Logan had a much better idea. {Give him the finger.}
Never had the movement of a middle finger given her such satisfaction.
Not yet, anyway.
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back to part four - with clothes on