For disclaimer see part one.
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{Well Marie, you remember how to do this?}
She tipped her head to one side, studying the man…well…by all comparisons the boy sitting twenty feet away. He was on the very bench where Mystique, masquerading as him, had told her to leave.
She started to growl, not sure which of them was provoking the reaction. It didn't matter much, either way.
{If I ever find that bitch, she'll pay for what she did to you.}
{Don't worry, Logan. I'll get there first.}
He smirked, proudly, and she felt absurdly pleased.
It was a lovely - no, wait; Logan didn't use words like 'lovely' - fucking gorgeous day. The sun had come out of hiding for once, the wind whipped around only playfully, and the smell of the freshly cut grass smelt like heaven.
{No, no heaven was the way Jean smelt.}
It wasn't a sore subject between them. It simply was. {You'll smell even more, Logan. Soon. I promise.}
He cracked open a beer, lit up a cigar, and settled into a comfy chair. He was happy. {So you remember how to do this?}
Her attention returned to Bobby. {Oh yeah. I remember how to do this.}
{Celeste, with her talents. Teresa with her hands. Zoe with her words. Sarah, almost fully dressed-} She stopped the memories there, knowing that if she allowed herself to remember the whole list she'd be standing there for over thirty minutes, and would be left feeling incredibly horny.
{Come on, Marie. You know you like relieving those tensions…}
Fuck. How was it fair that a voice in her head could turn her insides to jelly?
{Isn't that why you keep me around?}
No way she could deny that. No way she could even try. {Come on, Logan. We've got work to do.}
Adjusting her gloves and patting her hair, she sauntered over to Bobby. He sensed her approaching in a way he never had before. First, he frowned. Then he lifted his head, pulling his gaze away from the book he was reading. Then he turned towards her.
He smiled. Oh, did he smile.
{Fuck! Look at him, Logan!}
{That's all you, Marie. Confidence. He can smell it.}
This was heaven. Bobby was utter playdoh in her hands, and he had no fucking clue.
She sat down next to him, resting her gloved hands primly on her knees. "Hello Bobby."
{Shit, Marie. If you flutter those eyelashes anymore he'll fall over.}
It was all she could do to keep a straight face.
"Marie," Bobby greeted, looking extremely pleased with himself when he clearly had no idea why. "How are you today?"
"Oh I'm just fine, Bobby. A beautiful day today, isn't it? I love the feel of the sun…" Tipping her head back she closed her eyes and - with a little bit of subtlety - thrust what cleavage she had forward a little. The idea was to make it look as if she was appreciating the warmth of the sun, when in fact Bobby was quite obviously appreciating the view without realising why.
Angling her head towards him and opening her eyes, she smiled. "And how are you?"
Bobby stared at her. "Would you like to go out tonight?"
Rogue tried to look surprised. Wide-eyed. Inexperienced. {Working even better than we thought, Logan.}
{You were underestimating yourself.}
{Not anymore.} "Do…you mean…like a date?" She asked, faltering.
{Nice work.}
"Yeah," Bobby responded, turning round further to face her, his book long forgotten as it fell to the ground. "Like a date."
It didn't seem to matter that she could kill him with one touch. {That's okay. There are lots of things you can do with clothes on. And as for gloves…}
Rogue shivered, but smiled. "I'd love to."
"Good," He responded, relieved. "Meet you here, 7pm?"
"Okay."
{Time to move on, Marie.}
She nodded. {Yes.} "Well, I've got some studying to do, so I'll see you later, Bobby."
"See you later Marie."
Standing, she smiled and walked away. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tipped her hand back and laughed only when she was sure she was out of hearing distance. {That was so much fun.}
{I told ya, didn't I? It'll only get better.}
Her eyes glanced around, just in case - somehow - someone could overhear her internal conversation. {So how about helping relieve some of those tensions? It's your own fault. 'Lots of things you can do with clothes on …'? For fucks sake!}
Logan laughed. Rich, deep, stomach tightening. {Okay, but how do you want to do it this time - gloves on or gloves off?}
{Off,} Rogue replied, breath catching as her body betrayed her before she had even reached the privacy of his room. {Definitely.}
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