Saturday, 30 January 2016

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Taylor on NYE with friends, Rob Thomas and his wife.

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Keep Bleeding by HaveNoMercy (Chapter 6)

Remy sat on the floor with his back up against the bed; a bottle of bourbon in one hand, his cards in the other. The shades were drawn and he was in the dark. Rogue opened the door with her suitcase in hand. She looked down at him and paused. Anger burned in his eyes as he looked her up and down. She did her best to not look guilty but hints of it seeped through.

"Welcome back."

She walked all the way inside and closed the door behind her. Putting her suitcase to the side, she came over and sat down in front of him. She'd put her ring back on, but for the first time she felt that her soul no longer belonged to Remy. She loved him, she truly did, and a part of her would always want to stay with him, but she wanted to live her life with Logan.

She reached out to him, her soft hands on his knees. Pulling back as if she were the plague, he snapped at her.

"Don't touch me! Not after you've been with him!"

"Look, Remy," she called after him as he got up and moved away from her. "This kills me too! You think this is what I wanted? You are the man I married the man and loved more than anything and now all I want is that back! I want…so badly to be back in that place!"

She wiped the falling tears.
"Oh it must be awful for you to be in love with someone else," he countered.

"It is, actually. This isn't some little adventure I'm having in a reality t.v. show. This is the
hardest thing I've ever done and I've been through some bullshit in my life. I love you. I never thought I could love anyone the way I loved you and I'm losing you. Every second I'm losing you and pretty soon I won't have you anymore. We won't have us!"

Then she saw the tears in his eyes.

"Ah know," he finally said, for two seconds without any anger in his tone.

"I wish I could just cut myself in half and be with both of you."

"You could wish a lot of things, Rogue. But you know what, as much as ah love you, it doesn't hurt as much as ah thought it would."

Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Don't," she countered, completely familiar with this side of him. "Don't turn into the complete son-of-a-bitch I know you are capable of being because despite the fact that this is my fault, I will tell you to fuck off."

"You think you're the only one who can look at someone else?"

"You know my past with-"
"I said don't!"

She didn't need to hear his recall of all the women in the mansion he'd had sexual chemistry with while she was restrained in a pair of gloves, especially since she was good friends with most of them. She stood up, angry at the man she'd loved and hated throughout their short union.
"Even though you were sleeping with every woman on this planet while I was still trying to control my powers, you don't need to gloat about how easily you'll go back to that life. Remember, I can still use my powers. You were never that close to Logan, and trust me,
you don't want to live the rest of your life seeing him from my point of view."
Though Gambit wanted to continue to spar with her, the truth was that he really did love her, underneath it all, and he didn't want to make a bad situation worse. So for the moment, he gave up the verbal battle.
"Alright," he said, putting his hands up in temporary defeat.
She bit her lip, her vision blurred from her tears. She felt herself weakening at the realization that this was the end of them. She felt desperation in her soul, not wanting to lose him completely.
"Maybe we could still be a part of each other's lives," she suggested.
"Don't do that. Don't wrap this up in a pretty little bow."
"No, Rogue, you chose; you have to live with it."
"I'm not saying I haven't done this all wrong but I will always love you. I still love you—"

"You've been a slut in another man's arms."

"No I haven't," she replied, wishing she'd sounded more firm.

"You've been in his arms for months."
"I didn't sleep with him until you told me to find out how I felt. You have every right to be angry with me, I know, but—"
"Angry?" he challenged. "You can't fix this!" he shouted at her. "You've ruined us! We will never be okay. We will never be friends."
He came over to her and grabbed her, shaking her hard.
"Do you hear me?"
"I hear you, yes!" she cried.
He shoved her back out of his arms and she lightly fell to the ground. Remy was disgusted with himself and her. He couldn't stay in this room, facing her. Rogue laid on the floor, crying to herself and it wasn't his place to comfort her. He wanted to. He wanted to wipe the tears away and fix it, but he couldn't. So he looked at her one more time then opened the door, leaving.

Rogue curled herself up in a ball on the floor, crying like a baby. The bedroom door was open and Storm and Jean filtered in and gathered her up.

"Rogue!" they cried.

Storm pulled Rogue up into a sitting position and laid her head on her lap. Jean took her hands.
"It's okay," Storm said.

"What did he do?"
Rogue buried her head in Storm's stomach.

"He just yelled at me," she sobbed.

Storm cupped the back of her friend's head and kissed the top of it.
"It's okay," Storm said, rubbing her back. "It'll take time but it'll get better."
"I've lost my husband."
"Hey, hey look at me."

Rogue looked up at Storm's face with watery, bloodshot eyes.

"You have a wonderful new life ahead of you. You have a man who loves you and you love him. You two have been connected forever and have always loved each other. Hold onto what you have to look forward to. Not what you've lost."

"He's coming," Jean said, hearing him inside her mind.
"Really?" Storm asked, still rubbing and comforting Rogue. "Okay."
Just then Logan peeked inside the room to see the three of them on the floor. Rogue looked up at him, sad and teary-eyed.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"Maybe we should leave you two alone," Storm said, getting up with Jean.
"We'll be downstairs if you need us," Jean said, letting go of Rogue's hands.
Logan crept down on the floor with Rogue and slipped his hands beneath her legs and back, lifting her up as if she were a rag doll. Setting her on the bed he laid down beside her, holding her.
"What happened?"
"He was so angry," she whispered. "I don't know what the hell I was thinking but I guess I wanted us to part with grace. We didn't."
"Did he hurt you?"
Rogue shook her head. "No, he just yelled at me. I thought he might for a moment but he didn't."
"He scared you," Logan said, slightly surprised.
"For a moment."
"I'll kill him."
"I did sleep with you."
"With his knowledge and if I recall, his suggestion."
"Doesn't mean he wanted me to go through with it."
She shook her head.

"The point is, he lost me. We lost each other and it's over. That's a very hard thing. We were everything to each other and I realized I wanted something he couldn't give me."

Logan tipped her face up to his.
"If you were willing to go through that for me then that makes me the luckiest man in the world."
She took his hand in hers. "Get me out of this room," she commanded softly.

He briskly lifted her up, cradling her in his arms as he carried her down the hallway to his room. Ten minutes later they faced each other on the floor, talking barely above a whisper.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" Logan asked, tapping it lightly with his index finger.

She gave him a small smile. "That…no matter what happens, no matter what you do, I understand. I love you the way you are. I knew what I was doing-"

He almost magically pulled her silky body beneath his and kissed her thoroughly. Her stomach involuntarily sucked in and her heart pounded loudly against her chest. His hand slipped up under her leather skirt and beneath her panties, like he'd done it a thousand times, which annoyingly, she was used to, and her hands tried to stop him.

"Wait," she whispered.

"Do we have to? I wanna get on this baby thing."
She exhaled a laugh. "Well, I'm still married and I took my birth control pill this morning so, knock that idea out of your head."
She traced his eyebrow with her finger.
"I'm not going to lose you," he stated.
She shook her head. "Never." She propped her elbow up and rested her head in her hand. "And you can just be quiet with me. You don't have to explain anything to me. I know; I understand - from the rage to the need to find answers, to the underlying want to truly find peace."

He felt something ugly inside him break free when she said that. Maybe he should've felt invaded that she knew many of his deepest, darkest secrets, but he didn't. He felt secure that they were inside of her. He felt something so much deeper than drowning his sorrows in beer or sex. He pulled her shirt back down over her stomach and gently rested his head against her heart.
She didn't say anything. She had never felt more connected to him than she did right now. He trusted her. He allowed her to be strong for him. She caressed his hair and let him release the demons he had inside of him, using her strength to do so.
He loved her, and that was all she needed.

The End

Friday, 29 January 2016

Keep Bleeding by HaveNoMercy (Chapter 5)

Rogue lay awake all night wishing her husband was there, but still aching for Logan. Her thoughts went on non-stop as little fears crept along the periphery of her mind, reminding her of the husband that had abandoned her while other man yearned for her nearby. She tried to clear her mind and think of nothing.
Not so long ago she'd been completely in love with her husband. They'd said their vows and their marriage was blissful. He'd swept her up into his arms and made her believe that every dream could come true for a simple girl from Mississippi. They were always passionate, always intense, and always with each other.
Every mission that parted them even for one night seemed like torture. They'd make up for it by all night love-making and staying sealed away in their private quarters together the following day.
It wasn't that she was falling out of love with her husband as much as thoughts of Logan and her need for him were consuming her. Remy was becoming an afterthought and that was scaring her. Her husband was becoming second place.
Her phone rang.

"Can't sleep?"
She smiled sadly. "Not in this big empty bed."
"Yeah," he said.
"You coming home soon?"
"Rogue," was all he said.

"We have to work," she told him.

"Pourquoi?" he asked. "Because we're the perfect couple? Because we're Rogue and Remy? You're the one who's in love with someone else."

"I'm not…" she trailed off.

"See, you can't even finish the sentence."

"Remy, you're my husband."

"Not lately; not in your heart."

She closed her eyes.

"Just come home," she whispered.

"To what?"

"To me!"

He sighed. "Goodnight, Rogue."
The line went dead and Rogue finally fell asleep at 6 AM.
Three Weeks Later
They stood together looking out the window over the island of Manhattan. The busy city glittered beneath them, moving and charging, brimming with life. Rogue sipped her wine, savoring the flavor, her heart and body waiting to feel Logan in her arms. She felt herself aching, her heart pounding, her body pulsating.
This was what she'd been thinking about for months. The moment she'd been fantasizing about and pushing away for so many nights. Now that it was here she was suddenly afraid. Could she really do this with him? Could she actually go through with it?
They'd walked through the streets like lovers, holding onto each other. Logan had then booked a beautiful suite for them and gotten a bottle of her favorite wine. As she sipped the wine, she felt tiny waves of emotion fluttering within her lower abdomen, making her blush as she smiled. With her eyes and attention on the city below, she gasped slightly when a warm hand came to her shoulder and began turning her body.
The tension was burning between the both of them. She could feel him being driven crazy by it just as much as she was. He was right there and she needed to touch him.
"Look at me," he said to her softly, turning her to him more fully.
She did and he washed his beautiful eyes over hers, making her instantly warmer. His fingers pulled the sleeves of her blouse down, exposing her shoulders and the curves of her breasts. She lifted her face up, allowing him to draw her close and lowered his mouth onto hers. Their lips touched softly at first, and then just as she'd fantasized he would, he crashed his mouth against hers, putting everything he had into the kiss. Her delicate hand went up his back and into his thick hair, but as their passion began to ignite, Rogue's conscience got ahold of her and she yanked herself away from him.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I know I agreed to this but I can't."
She pulled free from his embrace and walked away. Logan, heartbroken, watched her walk towards the door and then he rushed after her.
"No!" he said, throwing her up into his arms.
Rogue felt herself surrendering in his embrace as he held her tight, her feet dangling in the air, his lips next to her ear.
"I need you, Rogue. I need you more than I've ever needed anyone," he professed, letting her feet touch the ground, placing soft kisses on her mouth.
She closed her eyes and felt his power over her.
"I love you," he said. "Just stay. Stay tonight," he murmured, undoing the buttons of her blouse, revealing creamy breasts.
His mouth was on her, tasting her and loving her. Having been denied him so long her mind was completely gone. She couldn't think. She knew what she wanted and finally, she expressed it.

She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her into his arms before lowering them both onto the bed. His lips cascaded over hers, his hand brushing the brunette locks out of her face to look at her. Hot tears were about to fall from her eyes.

"Hey," Logan said to her. "I love you. I
love you. There is nothing wrong in this moment. You are safe and completely


She laughed softly, never feeling as beautiful in her whole life than when he touched her. He showered kisses over her face, loving how the flush in her cheeks increased as he did so, wanting her to feel as gorgeous as she was.

"I love you too. I've always loved you."

He lifted her left hand that still held a wedding band on the ring finger. Turning the band until it loosened and came off, he threw it to the side and she felt a flutter from deep inside, startled that she didn't miss the band on her finger.
Her eyes stayed with his as his hands undressed her, completely stimulating her until she felt the ache inside her drop from her solar plexus to her sacral plexus.
Making his way down her body, he lifted her legs up around his shoulders, pulling her to him. Lying flat on her back, Rogue spread her body out and crumpled the sheets in her hands. Logan's elegantly masculine hands gripped her thighs gently and stroked them with his fingers as he pulled her closer to him, flicking his tongue gently over her-teasing purposely to entice a shuddering response. She relaxed instantly, giving into his hands, his mouth, wanting him to make her come. Her moans were soft at first as he continued to tease, repeating with the same pressure, encouraging her initial shiver that would let him have his first taste.
He licked her gently when he felt her first shudder, her lower stomach muscles clenching in response to him. Her whimpers completely fueled his ambition as he bathed her folds ruthlessly. He showed no mercy as his mouth now worked to finish what he'd started, to feel her body shatter against him while her impending orgasm shut down her mind, allowing her to beg for him in ways she otherwise might have not been so willing to verbalize. Her body writhed against his mouth, driving him crazy as he pushed her to the brink-until she came, far too exhausted to scream, far too satisfied to move.
"Logan," she sighed, smiling as every muscle inside her felt completely freed from all tension.
He licked his lips and made his way up her body, cupping her face.
"Look at me, Rogue."

She opened her hazy eyes.

"I want you long after this. I want you here and now, but I want you forever. I'm not letting you go after tonight," he promised entering her swiftly, watching her smile as she cried out for him.

"Please," she whimpered, as she felt another orgasm quickly flowing through her, as she brought her body up to meet his.
She tightened her walls around him he groaned against her, thrusting hard. Stealing a look down between their bodies he saw himself inside her, literally losing himself in her and he shuddered. Roughly, Rogue reached up and pulled him to her.

"I need this," she heard him say, his fingers diving into her hair. "I need this with you."

"I'm here; I'm here with you now."
She was too in love with the sensations to make the promises he needed. Her hand reached up against his face, caressing him gently.
"I want you more," she whispered against his mouth.
He sank his tongue inside her mouth, to duel with hers, mimicking the actions of their lower bodies. He knew she was close when she arched against him, so he pumped himself more rapidly, feeling his own spasms begin. Smelling the wine on her breath, he licked the remnants off of lips, scooping his hands beneath her to cup her bottom, thrusting into her more deeply.

He grazed over her repeatedly in just the right place, angling himself perfectly to drag across her clit with each thrust until he felt her split apart in his arms. Logan let go, joining her in the delicious fall, never leaving her body.
After many long minutes, Rogue rested herself between the wrinkled sheets on his bare chest while his hand lay possessively on her waist.
She knew Logan recovered much faster than she did and that he would probably want to do this several times before the night was over, but she was deep in thought, deep in recovery, and deep in something else she couldn't quite name.


She shivered slightly at the use of her real name. She forced her tired torso up off his chest and looked at him. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen and she had slight bruises along her breasts where he'd sucked and nipped her.

But she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

"Tell me you don't love me," he challenged.

The corners of her mouth tipped up in a small smile. "Loving you was never the problem. I couldn't not love you, Logan. I have felt things for you since before it was appropriate. Since before I understood them. I'm still facing that problem."

"But you're still in love with him."

"Logan, can't we use this time to be in love with each other? We were just together in a beautiful way. I want to be with you. Give me five minutes before you grill me about the choices I will undoubtedly have to make."

He pulled her to him, covering her up and holding her close. She welcomed herself in his arms, breathing him in.
"I just don't want to lose you. And…you're right. I never really had you but to me, I had you first."
"You did know me first," she affirmed. "But…you know I've been deeply in love with someone else. Someone who, by the way, you did not object to at the time. It's hard to just 'fall out of love' with him."

"And have you?"

"I don't know if I have entirely. I know how much I'm falling for you. It's your face I'm seeing when I go to sleep at night and your face I want to see when I wake up. But Logan, you could say all these things and then you could be gone the next day. Do you really want to make a life with me?"
Logan, for the first time that he could consciously remember, could see it all - the entire life package - and he wanted it with her.
"Yes, everything that life could mean. The kids, be an X-Man, everything. You are the only one who I would want that kind of life with, Rogue."

"Babe, exactly."

He pulled her lips to his for a full-blown kiss.

"You are mine."

As she kissed him, she allowed herself to fall into him and finally, it felt right. She smiled against his mouth.

"Yes, Logan. I am."

To Be Continued

Thursday, 28 January 2016

Keep Bleeding by HaveNoMercy (Chapter 4)

Rogue woke up at noon in wrinkled sheets and covered in bruises. Her hair was messy and tangled, her mind in a whirlwind of leftover sensations and guilt. Her head ached as if she had a hangover and she tried to sit up.

Remy sat in the chair across from the bed. He hadn't slept.

"Hi," she said, the sun upsetting her eyes.

"Hey," he replied.

She blinked a few times, adjusting her eyes to the daylight. She clutched the sheets to herself, a little embarrassed about the night before.

"Je suis désolée," he said sincerely.

"It's okay."

He stood up, walking to the closet, retrieving clothes for her.

"Here," he said. "If ah hurt you ah…"

"Remy, I mean it. I'm okay."

"Ah'm gonna go away for a few days. Clear mah head."

"Do you have to?"

"Ah can't be here."

"Let me come with you. Let's go away together."

"You really that afraid to be alone with him?"

Rogue was insulted.

"Dammit, Remy," she said, flinging the covers off, no longer embarrassed. "I love you. Now you can defile me all you want but the fact is that you are the one now trying to run from me."

"No, mah question is can you really be alone with him?"

She wanted to slap him.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Well ah guess we'll find out."

He packed a few clothes and shut the door behind him.


She had a migraine she was desperately trying to cure with some herbal tea in the kitchen before her next teaching class in an hour. She sipped the warm liquid and tried to clear her mind.

"What's the matter?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Nothing," she said briskly.

He came over to her.

"He's gone, isn't he?"

"Logan, just…don't talk to me right now."

She began to walk past him but he took hold of her arm.


He hadn't grabbed onto her that hard.

"What?" he said.

"Nothing," she said, taking her arm back.

It was then he rolled up her sleeve to see a bruise. Looking more closely, he saw that she had little cuts and scratches all over her.

"What the hell did he do to you?" Logan demanded.

"He didn't do anything."

"Oh really? You think about me and he decides to knock you around a little? I refuse to believe you two would be that kinky with what he's been hearing being said 'round the damn school about us. He decided to give you a lesson."

Well, it was both of those things.

"I'll be fine," was all that came from her mouth.

Logan placed his hand on her face, flooding her with feeling.

"Use my power and heal yourself."

She pushed his hand off of her, breaking the connection between them.


"Why not?"

"Because," she said, trying to move past him but he blocked her.

"What? You deserve to be punished?"

"Logan, this is none of your business."

"None of my business?"

"This is my marriage. Stop trying to distract me. We can't happen!"

"Let her by, Logan," Scott Summers said.

Logan paused at the sound of his former rival and Rogue took the opportunity to pass by him, leaving the room.

"You gonna tell me what a big bad guy I really am?" Logan asked as he turned, turning to Scott.

"Tell me, Logan, what is it about Rogue that you absolutely have to have?"
Logan said nothing.

"I mean I know how beautiful she is, but did it ever occur to you in your entire existence that what's best for her might be to let her be happy with Remy?"

"You don't know Rogue like I do," Logan said.

"Oh no, of course not. You have such a deep connection with her. Kinda the same one you had with my wife. You like other men's wives, don't you? That's the thrill, isn't it? Them not being available, not being yours?"

"Rogue isn't Jean."

"Could've fooled me," Scott said. "You know Jean went through a lot with you and then we went through a lot to get back to where we are now. I saw Rogue with Remy after you left. I saw them fall in love, get engaged, take vows, all of that. And now I'm watching Rogue struggle to hang onto him while you torment her with an attraction I bet wouldn't even be there were she not married."

"You know nothing."

"I know," Scott enforced. "I lived it and if you really love Rogue, really and truly, let her be happy with the man she married. Don't use her and leave her like you did Jean."


Logan found Rogue crying outside in the garden that evening, her arms crossed over her chest, rocking herself. He knelt beside her and turned her, pulling her into his arms.

"It's alright," he said and that only made her sob louder against him.

She rested her chin over his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him, using him as the support she so desperately needed. She cried until she weakened, tears drying the skin on her face and he pulled her back and looked at her.

"It's gonna get better."

"Not before it gets worse," she replied.

"Rogue," he said softly, the longing in his voice evident.

"No," she snapped, trying to stand up.

"Please," he said, yanking her back. "Please stay."

"Logan, I need you to leave the mansion."

"Am I a bad habit that as long as I'm not around you can kick it? That's no way to live. If I'm so addictive maybe you should give in and be with me."

"How many ways can I spell it out?"

"You've spelled it plenty of ways but how many ways can I tell you that—"

"What? We're meant to be? Come on, Logan. I have a husband who loves me. Now whatever you're feeling, it doesn't compare to how much he loves me."

"Yes it does."

She searched his eyes, trying to figure out if she could possibly believe that.

"Do you honestly believe what's between us is real?" she asked.

"I know it is. That's why it scares us both so badly. But you can't think I'm such a heartless bastard that I don't know what love is."
She leaned in, placing a deep kiss on his forehead, embracing him.

"No! I know you love with all your soul," she cried passionately. "I would never think anything less of you than you loving with everything you've got."

"Then let me, Rogue. Forget about everything else in the world and let's just get out of here. You made me promise to take care of you. I can still make good on that promise."
She couldn't tell him how much she wanted that. How much she ached for him to hold her and touch her and take her away the way Remy wouldn't. She was sick of feeling guilty no matter how much she should. She loved him back, no matter how wrong that was. This beautiful man was in front of her professing his love and all she wanted to do was give in.

"Dammit, Logan," she said, blinking away tears. "You make me want things I can't have."

"Would you stop saying that?"

"Would you stop pushing me?"

"No, look—"

"No, I have to go. He's coming back to me."

And she got up and left.

To Be Continued
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