“This is all your fault, Jubes!” spat Rogue, wringing the soapy washcloth out over the bucket at her feet. “If we had just come back when I wanted to, we wouldn’t have broken curfew and I wouldn’t be up to my elbows in dirty water. But no, I had to help you chase a complete stranger, who may or may not have smiled at you, around every late-night bar in New York! I can’t believe this, I’m being punished because of your over-active libido!”
Jubilee sighed, “Look, Rogue, he was a cute guy, who DID smile at me and it was worth a couple of hours washing Scott’s cars ‘cause I got his number, so cool it chica!” She smiled knowingly as she scooped more wax from the tin and viciously scrubbed the goo into the Chevy hood.
“I’ll cool you!” Rogue yelled as she picked up a dripping sponge and hurled it at Jubilee’s head, hitting her right smack in the face. Rogue had planned on spending that boiling summer's afternoon sunbathing next to a nearly naked Logan, but was stuck in a sweltering garage washing mud off of fifty cars. In her eyes, she had every right to be angry. Things were moving along nicely with Logan. After she’d mastered controlling her powers, he’d been spending even more time than normal by her side and Rogue was positive the flirting was getting more heated too. She was planning on making a move on him today, but now at six in the evening, thanks to Jubilee, she was damp, miserable and at the mercy of a disgruntled Scott.
“You… I’m gonna kill you!” screamed Jubilee as she flung the wax tin at Rogue, who was currently chuckling uncontrollably. Rogue wasn’t going to let her get away with that, so tossed the dirty washcloth in her direction as a furious Jubilee chased her around the cars, giggling and screaming wildly.
“Okay, I’m sorry! Truce?” pleaded Rogue a she stumbled to a halt, watching as Jubilee bent to pick up the hose.
“You know what I was saying about cooling it?” Jubilee grinned as she hooked her fingers around the nozzle.
“You wouldn’t dare!” Rogue breathed as she stepped back, eyeing Jubilee’s twitching finger.
“Wouldn’t I?” The words had barely left her lips when she flicked the nozzle, drenching a shrieking Rogue from head to toe.
“What on earth?” Scott stood, shocked and unmoving in the garage doorframe. He shot Jubilee an annoyed glance and then stared at Rogue in wonder and disbelief. She was standing up against the wall, dripping, her sheer white dress completely soaked through, revealing the white lace bra and thong underneath. Scott stormed forward and snatched the hose from Jubilee, a fatherly frown of disappointment garnishing his face, trying desperately to disguise his amusement at the situation.
“Right, Jubilee, just for that you can come help me catalogue the new books in the library” Scott said, a smug grin sneaking through his stern persona.
“It was worth it!” yelled Jubilee as Scott dragged her by the hand out of the door.
Rogue smiled as she ran her fingers through her wet hair, trying to dislodge the excess water. She was actually a little grateful to Jubilee, it was a nice way of cooling off in the heat and now she wouldn’t have to listen to her friend describe every wonderful aspect of her new mystery man. But, now she also had twice the amount of work to get through, so letting out a long sigh, picked up the sponge and bucket and made her way over to Scott’s pride and joy, his new, red Lotus Ellise. Scott may be ridiculed daily by the other students for being boring, but Rogue couldn’t help admitting, even with her undying lust for Logan, that Scott’s addiction to speed was, in a men-love-their-cars sort of way, still kind of sexy.
She washed over the back and sides with care, unintentionally splashing herself with more lukewarm water and then carried on to spread the suds over the windscreen. She was completely soaked when she had to circle around to stand in front of the car, and practically lie on the wet bonnet to scrub at the centre base of the windscreen. An arrogant grin laced her features as she thought about how angry Scott would be to find her lying on her belly, dripping wet, on one of his prize possessions. Rogue was almost finished cleaning, when she got the tattered sponge caught in one of the wipers. After struggling helplessly for a minute, she let go of the sponge and braced her slippery hands either side of her on the hood. She slid her body further up the car to the windscreen, the water between the mental and her dress eliciting squeaks from the car, so she was lying totally flat, her feet twitching in the air, hanging over the end of the hood. She was fiddling with the wipers madly and uttering every swear word under the sun, when she heard a low rumble echo off the garage walls. Part laugh, part growl. She knew instantly who was standing behind her, watching.
Not moving her body, she twisted her head to see Logan, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a quirky, self-satisfied grin, half sitting, and half leaning on Scott’s bike. Rogue leant on her elbows, smiling, she’d been dreaming of seeing his well-defined, tanned chest all day.
He sat and watched her, the way he had been for the last few minutes. After bumping into Scott and a bedraggled Jubilee in the corridor, he figured she’d be alone and by the state of Jubilee, somewhat wet too. He was more than pleased when he was proved right at the sight of a drenched Marie, spread out with her ass in the air, on top of a car hood and ripe for the taking. He’d been content to sit and stare as she wriggled, sliding on the slick metal, her sheer dress wet through, sodden folds of fabric exposing every curve of firm, creamy flesh. But as she smiled nervously, looking back at him and pushing a strand of damp and ruffled platinum hair behind her ear, he realised. Looking was no longer enough.
Rogue watched Logan out of the corner of her eye. She wondered what he was thinking as the smile faded from his lips and his bright hazel eyes darkened with desire. He got up and stalked towards her. Rogue turned her head to watch him approach, his reflection blurred in the drying windscreen. He stopped dead, right behind her, his knees touching the grill at the front of the car. Her legs were bent and her feet waving carelessly in the air until he wrapped a rough hand around her ankle, caressing the soft skin. Rogue lowered both her legs, parting them so Logan stood between her ankles. She never broke the gaze from his reflection as he leant down to run both palms up the back of her clammy legs, over her calves and lingering to finger the sensitive place behind her knees. Rogue moaned softly, grasping the wipers in front of her as Logan’s touches sparked an untold hunger deep within her. She almost cried out at the loss of his hands, but when she saw him remove his jeans, leaving him entirely naked, she had no more cause for complaint.
Not being able to reach the rest of her supple body standing up, Logan positioned a leg either side of her and knelt on the hood, causing the metal to buckle slightly under his weight. Rogue sensed the dents in the car, but was past caring about what Scott could possibly do to punish her. Logan towered over her, tracing his strong fingers up the back of her thighs, pushing up the drenched material of her dress, slowly divulging the ample curve of her ass, covered only by the miniscule thong. Rogue let out a long hiss as the humid air warmed her cool skin. Logan’s hands continued their path, his thumbs running across the dip at the base of her spine, up over the arc of her back as his other fingers curled around the sides of her body, tracing her rip cage, skimming the outer swell of her breasts and on, lifting the damp fabric over her head, inspiring her skin to blaze with arousal. With one hand, Logan released a claw and carefully cut away both her bra and thong, discarding the lingerie and dropping it to the greasy floor. Bracing himself with a hand either side of Rogue’s shoulders, Logan lowered himself to her slender body, plying her back with biting kisses and nuzzling her pale flesh with his nose. He caressed her body with one long lick, from the base of her spine up to her neck, then stroking his wet tongue over her earlobe and nipping at the tender skin with ardour.
Rogue leant back, moving an arm up, behind her, to run seeking fingers through his thick hair as his sumptuous kisses trailed down her shoulder blades and he wound an arm around her waist, pulling her buttocks up to rub against his throbbing erection. Rogue groaned as his left hand sneaked up, between her body and the car, to plunder her right breast, turning the hard, pink nipple in his calloused fingers as the hand at her waist descended, sliding over her stomach to play with the wiry curls and to stroke her moist folds and tingling clit. Shifting her hand from Logan’s hair, she held on to his neck as she snaked her other hand back, between their sweaty bodies, to stroke his burgeoning penis. Logan let out a sharp gasp at the feel of the slender fingers rubbing from the base, gliding up the shaft and teasing the head. He slipped his fingers out of Rogue, causing her hips to lurch forward at the release and instead used his free hand to position himself firmly between her legs, ready to pillage her tight and wet entrance. He pushed her down underneath him, her breasts, her whole body, pressed flat to the car and his breath was hot on her ear as he slid into her. The feel of Logan firmly embedded inside her, triggered convulsions of sheer pleasure to undulate through Rogue’s body, the vibrations making Logan growl in rapture as Rogue’s inner muscles involuntarily clamped down around his enormous cock.
Burying his face in her hair, Logan began to move, grabbing her hips and driving deeper into her hot sheath with every feral thrust. Rogue tossed a fall of hair back, her nails scratching at the car’s paint as Logan rocked into her. She gasped, watching the pure beauty of the muscles and tendons in his sculpted arms bunch at the strength of supporting his heavy body, the same body that was crushing her hot skin to the icy metal of the car with each vigorous thrust. Her ragged breath making a hazy mist before her, Rogue looked up at the reflection in the streaked windscreen .The sight of Logan, teeth bared in frenzy, writhing above her was more erotic than she could ever of dreamed. Every time Logan lunged into her, Rogue could feel the start of the outpouring of that glorious liquid that stirred from between her legs, she was getting closer and closer and didn’t know how much more she could take. Logan was nearing the edge, panting and grunting with every thrust. He knew Rogue was coming, he could feel the muscles enveloping him spasm in rhapsody as she screamed his name, casting her head back and arching her limber body, pulling him even further into her cavern, throwing him into an inferno of ecstasy. He roared, relinquishing to his unbelievable orgasm and spilling himself inside her.
He lay down on top of her, breathing hard as he brushed her hair to one side and kissed the back of her neck affectionately. Rogue smiled, feeling sublimely happy as he pulled out of her and moving to one side, rolled her over and drew her into his protective arms. Logan wrapped her in his body and kissed her forehead, grinning to himself. He’d been waiting a long time for this day and now that he had the woman he loved lying in his arms, he wasn’t letting go. Rogue snuggled into his chest, her fingers skating around his nipple and playing with the rough hair as she looked up at Logan. She kissed him fervently and with a mischievous smile gracing her red and swollen lips, she whispered, pulling the sponge easily from the wipers, “Well, since you proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, you can use a hose, you can wash and I’ll dry!”