Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING...
*Alright Chuck. Why am I here?* Logan thought looking past the stiff blond to the dance floor where they all frolicked. He didn't expect an answer but one came all too soon from the stately man in the fancy chair.
*You're as much a part of the school as the students here, Logan.* Came the reassuring reply. At that Logan snorted a harsh laugh.
"S'cuse me." He said abruptly to the blond, cutting her off mid sentence. He stalked away to find a quiet place for a quick cigar. On the way through the room he took in all of the regulars he had met since "joining" this school for the gifted his eyes lingering on few. Jeanie, Love of his life, his woman... as far as he was concerned anyway. And Marie. His... girl. But more than a girl? He growled lightly as he lit the cigar just past the boundry of where the ballroom met the balcony.
He generally tried to avoid any thought of the woman-child he had come to think of as his own. By day he fought to treat her with fatherly concern... or avoid her all together. But by night... He hoped she missed out on those thoughts the times she'd touched him. He couldn't help himself and every morning he awoke feeling like a dirty old man. He tried to push the thoughts about the psychic's around the house... they wouldn't peek... would they?
He loved Jean, couldn't stop thinking about her... so why the dreams about Marie. Logan was never much a believer in fate but he couldn't think of what else it could be. A new thought popped into his head. Lust. Maybe it was just lust where the Rogue was concerned. But how to rid himself of the terrible lust? How indeed?