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Lady Guinevere's fanfiction about Wolverine and Rogue, a.k.a. Logan and Marie; from the X-Men. What can I say? I'm a sucker for Hugh Jackman, especially when he's Wolverine... Also I'm a sucker for (making) love and writing, so what better way to combine all of the above is there, but to write it so it fulfils my own yearning desires? Please, send me feedback! Since I'm new at writing, I just know it could be better. Your advice could help me! Or if just love my stories, you may leave some feedback as well! I wouldn't mind that at all!

Guess who?

Title: Guess who?
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: Way after X3
Characters: Logan & Rogue
Word Count: app. 1890
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yes please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day… The mansion’s “Scrooge” gets loads of unwanted cards; *one* gets him thinking though…
Author: Lady Guinevere
Disclaimer: X-Men belongs to Marvel comics and 20th Century Fox
Genre: Foof
Spoiler warning: If you’re not familiar yet with the ending of X3, stop now!
A/N: For all you romantic fools out there, hope Logan is not too much OOC though…

“Guess who?”
By, Lady Guinevere

“Well, well, well, Logan, you’re very popular this year! This has got to be the biggest pile of Valentine’s Day cards I’ve ever seen in my life!” Storm handed a stack of red-coloured envelopes and cards over to Logan, who sighed at the sight of so much sugary sweetness.

“If I ever find out who invented Valentine’s Day…” Logan grumbled and finished the rest of his sentence with body language; his claws shot out from between his knuckles and he made a slicing-gesture over his throat.

He hated Valentine’s Day; it was so pathetic and commercial. Plus, he never understood what the point was of declaring someone your love *anonymously*. Duh!
All those girls were anxiously staring at him; no doubt because unknowingly he had trampled all over their poor, little broken hearts. How was he supposed to know who liked him if they didn’t write a sender on the card?

Logan walked through the corridors headed for his room; he had to admit to being a little curious about the contents of the cards this year. He flipped through the stack of reds, pinks and hearts thinking they were all the same, until one envelope drew his attention; it was green for a change…

He entered his bedroom and sat down on his bed, satisfying his curiosity by opening up the green envelope first. He always associated green with Rogue; it was her favourite colour. Most of her clothing was green, as was her cloak. However, he didn’t expect her to send him a Valentine’s Day card, since they were nothing more than good friends. Besides, Rogue was dating Ice Pick. Plus, she didn’t seem like the corny type, Rogue. She was way too mature for her age to be sending anonymous cards to grown men, right?

Trying to recognise her scent by pushing his nose onto the envelope and inhaling deeply, Logan’s nostrils were overwhelmed by smells of various teenage girls; to his regret he couldn’t make out a specific one. The whole stack had been contaminated by musky hormones…

Using one of his claws as a letter opener, Logan sliced the envelope open so he could hopefully unravel some of the mystery and calm down his heart which was thumping loud by now, making him feel somewhat jittery. Thanks to modern science there was no handwriting to be analysed; everything on the envelope was neatly typed. Pulling out the card he arched his eyebrow and thought,” Whoever sent me this, knows me bloody well…”

A miniature painting of a Japanese city was depicted on the exterior of the card; making Logan’s mind work overtime. Not many people knew about his past in and trips to Japan.

‘Come to think of it, only one woman knows: Rogue…’ Logan’s thoughts tumbled over one another; was it pure coincidence someone sent him this card or was Rogue trying to tell him something?

Satisfying his interest he opened up the card and read the text printed inside,

No sugar-coated “Be My Valentine” lines from me,
I know what we are, even more what I want us to be.
Hoping you feel the same I will wait for you this night,
By the mansion’s fountain, under the moon shining bright.
The right time to show your true feelings will be at eight,
Till then, in agony, your answer I shall await…

Guess who?

Logan fell silent after this confession and proposal. He figured it had to be Rogue, judging by the line, ‘I know what we are, even more what I want us to be.’

‘It’s someone I’m friends with and who wants be more. Or maybe it’s someone I’m not even friends with yet, and who wants to be more. Shit! This is getting me nowhere! Bloody fucking Valentine!’ Logan’s thought were confusing and they got him all worked up. There was nothing left to do, but check it out tonight. It was the only solution…

* * * *

A little before eight that night, Logan nervously left his room and walked to the mansion’s main entrance. He had been too preoccupied to open up any of the other cards; he had strangely enough had a difficult time getting through the rest of the day. He had to find out whether it was Rogue who sent him the card, just to satisfy his own dormant feelings for her.

The longer he had known her, the more he became attracted to her. Right before his eyes the little puppy fat she had had disappeared; making room for her curvy figure to turn his nights into endless chains of fantasizing about those curves and relieving the pressure those images built inside of his brain and aching body by himself. Thus depriving him of even more sleep than before, and making it harder for him to face her and act as nothing more than a friend.

But he managed to always stay in control over his urges around her; more importantly he managed to hold back *Wolverine*; loosing her friendship was a risk he didn’t want to take. Even after she turned eighteen, Logan still held back his lustful feelings.
He *had* to, since she had chosen to be with Popsicle Boy; which evoked feelings of jealousy that cut through his soul even worse than his claws could do.

Thinking about Rogue Logan suddenly found himself outside the mansion, staring at a bench near the fountain. Thanks to his heightened senses Logan could make out a silhouette draped against the velvet blue, star clad sky surrounding him. Sniffing up the air, he discovered it was Rogue. Never before had distinguishing her sweet and musky scent meant more to him, knowing what it implied this time.

‘She wants me…’ Logan thought content.

He adjusted his hearing more outwards to try and pick up her heart beat; which was complicated when his own heart rate drowned out all the other sounds. With great effort he succeeded though and the relative calmness of her heartbeat soothed his instantly. Rogue didn’t know he was here yet; that’s what her steady and calm heart rate told him.

Quietly Logan moved towards the figure on the bench; when all of a sudden she turned in his direction, this time showing her true face. The moonlight highlighted the two white streaks of hair which framed her beautiful, yet startled face. The final evidence that it was indeed Rogue had been delivered and sent a tiny shock wave through Logan’s tense body.

“You came?” Rogue sounded surprised and her dark chocolate eyes still couldn’t believe what they saw.

“Had to know if it was you…” Logan answered, as he approached Rogue stealthily; hands in the pockets of his battered leather jacket to protect them from the chilly evening cold.

“So it was just to satisfy your curiosity then?” Rogue’s voice quivered with disappointment; her eyes were directed into her lap with embarrassment as well as uncertainty.

“I was hoping to satisfy more than just my *curiosity*…” Logan smirked; his hazel eyes glowed with so many tiny, golden sparks the sky couldn’t compete with them for its beauty.

A huge smile spread across Rogue’s face and she locked her chocolate eyes onto those sparkling and inviting eyes, now only inches away, “What did you have in mind then, sugar?”

Rogue’s cold breath kept Logan’s head wrapped up in clouds, literally. When Logan spoke both their heads were wrapped up in tiny, chilly clouds, “I can think of a few things…”

Smirking devilishly he grabbed Rogue’s gloved hands and guided her from the bench; wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her body close to his. His face drew near hers, still providing chilly clouds whenever he breathed. Drowning in Rogue’s intoxicating smell his lips made contact with hers, briefly.

“Did I ever thank you for taking the cure?” he whispered, pausing from their touch. Pressing his lips onto hers again, Logan didn’t expect an answer. All he wanted to do was taste her and make her his. *Finally*.

Withdrawing his lips from his short exploration he released Rogue, turned her in the direction of the mansion and gave her a little nudge to make her walk forward. He just needed to know *one* more thing, “ What about Ice Pick then?”

Rogue turned around, kept on walking backwards and gave him a naughty grin; then she drawled, “I dumped him ages ago, before things got too intimate. I couldn’t be with *him* when I loved someone else, now could I, sugar? But I thought you knew!”

“Believe me, darlin’, if I had known, you would have smelled of me already!” Logan grabbed Rogue by her waist again and pushed her forward until they had reached his room. He opened the door and waited for Rogue to say something. She seemed frozen to the spot, her lips as well as her feet, after taking in the sight displayed in Logan’s room.

“Logan! Wow!” Rogue flung her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.

About a hundred candles had been lit and rose petals were scattered over the floor as well as the bed; typically *not* Logan. He figured, if Rogue went through all the trouble of finding him a non-Valentine’s Day card to express him her feelings; he could give her this. He had asked Storm what a woman would like for Valentine’s Day, and she came up with this idea.

He was about to receive the greatest gift Rogue could ever offer anyone--her virginity-- so the least he could do was to give her this in return. He *knew* every woman liked Valentine’s Day, even when they said they didn’t. How could they not? Every woman *loved* to feel like she was loved and special.

Rogue just melted in his embrace and kissed him with so much passion Logan knew he had done the right thing. He slid of her cloak and caressed her, feeling so utterly happy to finally touch her he almost forgot one last thing to complete the picture.

Logan managed to utter the words he had been practising all day, without throwing up or bursting into laughter, “Marie, I’ll be your Valentine, darlin’!”

In return she grinned and told him, “Cut the crap Logan, and just take me to your bed!”

Willingly Logan scooped her from the floor and carried her to his bed; crushing the rose petals when he walked over them, while being surrounded by hundreds of flickering candle lights.

He lay Rogue down on his bed and bent over her, studying her face which looked absolutely breathtaking in the candlelight. Eagerly he pressed his lips onto her luscious lips again, not planning to stop loving her until the sun had risen again and made the candle lights abundant.

* * * The end * * *

One

Title: One
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X2
Characters: Rogue & Logan
Word Count: 2366
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yes please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com
Summary: Rogue literally loses her self in Mother Earth’s lake…
Author: Lady Guinevere
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Poetic-like Shipperfic I guess…
A/N: An attempt to write a poetic fic. Unbeta’d so any mistakes are mine…

“One”
By, Lady Guinevere

A star clad sky surrounded me like a comforting blanket with bright, embroidered lights on it. Never ending, soothing greatness hugged me and made me feel so small and insignificant, yet it fulfilled me with its endless grandeur.

Smells of a dormant summer night protruded my nostrils and made me inhale its sweetness, freshness and eagerness. A symphony of summer night sounds soothed my ears, rocking me into a dreamy state of mind. Humming crickets, buzzing mosquitoes and scratching owls sang their songs, letting the world know of their presence and vigilance.

I wanted to take off the clothes that had been confining me all day. Scarce as they were maybe, they had be hindered my movements and kept my body from breathing in nature to its full extent. I wanted to feel one with nature, and let the deep, dark waters of the lake touch my skin and finally cool it off to its natural temperature.

I pulled my dress over my head and felt the soft, brushing wind caress my skin, giving it goose bumps. I took off the last bit of clothing that separated me from becoming one with the lake and stretched out my arms as if to touch the sky and embrace like it the dear, old friend I had known and loved all my life, even though it never seemed to be close enough to indulge it with passionate, physical contacts.

My feet had already been touching mother earth, and were firmly rooted into her, like I was her child, unable to live or breathe without her presence or touch. Her grasses were ticklish under my feet, and so damp that I felt I was glued to the spot, never able to release myself from her soft, yet demanding feel.

One by one I lifted my feet and made contact with Mother Earth, over and over again, letting her unusual tenderness and strength bring me back to life and full awareness with every step that I took. As I got closer to the lake, which was drawing me and luring me to loose myself in it, the ground tugged at my feet more demanding. Feet were sucked into her demanding clutch, unwilling to let go of her child, almost as if she needed her child to exist, equally as much as I needed her.

Finally my feet were surrounded by the pure, lukewarm water, still drawn into the unfathomable depths of her womb, like she demanded her child back deep inside her core, where it had once grown and been in need of her for the sole purpose of surviving and growing, so it could be on its own some glorious day.

The water forced itself on my body inch by inch, fulfilling desires I was never even aware of having. My body slowly became one with it, and it felt like coming home. Like I had never even left Mother Earth’s womb.
I closed my eyes to let all of my senses drink in this unknown, yet unwarily yearned and ever dormant desire. It cursed through my veins where it found its way, bringing me into a state of mind that felt like pure perfection.

The water reached up to my chin and I felt it thrust itself between the lips it had once before tasted. Mother Earth was surrounding me with all her strength, holding me tight in her clutch and not willing to let me go. She played games with my hair, made it float around me like sea weeds, looking ever so soft and beautiful as it had never done before.

The star clad sky seemed to reflect itself in my hair; I couldn’t stop gazing at how beautiful she made it look. Like I had never ever seen it before, I wondered about its beauty.
I ran my hands through my hair, brushing it away from my face, feeling the wetness soaked deep into its essence.

As I led my hands through my newborn hair, beads of water escaped from it, trickling down from under my hands. Playfully running down over my forehead, challenging each other to come close enough to merge into one; they trailed down over my face and my lips, until they finally found their original source again.
Reunited with their spring at last, they blended into its oblivion, only now having brought with them some of the essence that belonged to one who was also once one with this source, nourishing off its womb.

My feet felt less heavy with each step, the Earth seemed to have stopped her demanding tugging at them. My whole body felt lighter than ever, like I had dissolved into her dampness and was nothing more than a tiny drop in her greatness and deepness.

I gazed at my body in awe. The silvery light of the moon reflected on it; rippling through the water, intermittent only by shadows it cast itself. An almost transparent body stared back at me, fragile like the foetus it once was, in her womb. Hardly able to exist without her womb enclosing me, still needing to nourish on her amniotic fluid to make me a whole person, I bathed in her goodness.

Carefully I stepped ahead; the deep, dark, wetness hugging me like a tight skin. I became closer to her with every gentle step, feeling her succulence surrounding me, invading my nostrils, and gently bashing waves at my eyes, so I had to stop breathing with my body.
It was fine, because I knew her closeness would make my humane breathing abundant.
I could breathe through my pores; and breathe in her rich humidity as I finally merged with her.

I stood fully covered under the heavy, weighty touch of the lake, oblivion was washing over me. My whole existence seemed meaningless at this moment. Total perfection, happiness and reassurance were the words that best described my state of mind.

Cloudiness was taking over my futile thoughts, making me let go of daily details which seemed not to matter anymore. Bubbles originating from my nostrils emerged to the dense surface of the dampness surrounding me; I was amazed at how beautiful even those tiny things appeared to be.

Enjoying this wondrous underwater world with all its perfection, I was unaware of the breaking of the surface, which was forcefully being opened up to let in an intruder. Like a trembling, faithful virgin, not expecting the severe and blinding pain it would cause her.

Great, peaceful blackness inhabited me and fulfilled my brain with the promise of never ending blissfulness. My body seemed to exist solely for the completion of the womb surrounding me, finally making her whole again.

Roughly my thoughts were disturbed, when I was taken away from my new, yet ancient world, my head soaring into the open air again. My senses registered the music and scents of this lazy summer night again, creating a cacophony in my head which was overwhelming and piercing after the serene silence I had just experienced. My lungs seemed to fill up with fresh air so sudden, it made me gasp beyond believe.

The soothing nothingness had gone and a fearful state took over my brain. Why were my dreams so roughly disturbed?

Why did all this air force itself down me so hard I couldn’t cope with it? I didn’t want it, nor did I need it, I was doing fine!

My lungs felt overly sensitive and wanted to burst out of my body, to go back into the luring depths of the water again.

Vaguely I heard someone call out my name, making my ear tremble and my heart skip a beat. Was she calling me back to go under into her womb to fulfil her once again?

She was still tugging at my legs, still surrounding me, making me aware of two worlds at once.

Blissfulness, forgetfulness, tranquillity and serenity beckoned me at one side; while pain, indifference, poisonous skin and yearning for that which would never become mine tried to lure me to their side. I was through with their side, I wanted to wallow in my roots and live in serene eternity forever and always, being completed by her and completing her in return.

My name was being called out again by a dark, vibrating voice that made my insides shiver because it touched my soul. I knew who it was from instinctively; it hunted my dreams and my existence ever since my ears registered its sound for the first time. It belonged to the man I loved more than life itself, the man I would never belong to, because we just couldn’t be.

Slowly I came to my senses, forgetting about her beckoning and about how complete I had felt a moment ago. A moment that seemed a lifetime ago by now; causing my heart to break and to weep for the loss of her fulfilment. .

The love and acceptance I had felt then and there slowly yet abruptly let go of my being like they had never been real, insisting to chew on my mind though. Like something you knew that resided inside you and waited for the right moment to come out and seize you; to take you over completely and shame you for not being with her and fulfilling both your needs.

Still hearing my name being cried out by this dark, familiar voice with desperation that seemed to grow by the moment, I shivered all over my body. The soothing water had seemingly repudiated me from her tender embrace, leaving me nothing but coldness and wetness, numbing my mind in another way than it had done just before.

I panicked and my feet wildly moved around to seek the muddy ground, which had lost all of its magic and apparel out of the blue. My feet found nothing but wetness surrounding me and suffocating me slowly, until I finally felt two strong arms wrapped around me. Familiar arms, which seemed to dominate me into their closeness, however thankful I felt right now about their strength. They were preventing me from sinking down into the dark depths of this treacherous lake and slowly helped me to calm down, to steady my senses and nerves a bit.

What was I doing????

I was drowning myself!

As if things weren’t damp enough, the salty water that filled my eyes up added more to the humidity. Up to the point my eyes couldn’t hold it anymore; spilling their contents so tears ran down my cheeks.
Once again, moist beads were trickling down over my lips and merging into the source I had cherished so much. As if to show her how much she had hurt me; or on the other hand, they could be responding to her beckon call and melt into one with her just the same.

The strong arms surrounding my soaked body lifted me up further and comforted me by being there; soothing sounds found its way to my ear, telling me everything was going to be fine.
I dared to trust myself to these arms and the body they belonged to; too numb to wonder how it was possible his thoughts weren’t washing over my mind by now and forcing themselves upon my brain in equal return for my skin forcing it self upon his.

Complete surrender, tiredness and grief took over my being, leaving me weak and shuddering. Coldness penetrating my bones added to my discomfort, making me wonder even more what the hell I had been doing.
The powerful muscular form surrounding me dragged me away through the demanding untrustworthy lake bit by bit; until I was finally scooped up by his arms and pressed against the wet curls that covered up the firmness of his chest.

His face looked grim and I knew the look that was displayed in his eyes all too well; I had seen it twice before when he thought he had lost me. Touching as his concern was, the fear of him being angry at me and judging me for my stupidity, made me turn my eyes away in shame.
Carefully wrapping my arms around him, I was lifted from the ambiguity of the lake and carried away from it. A few steps away he came to a halt and lay me down in the grass, covering me up with a piece of clothing that smelled familiar, though it wasn’t my own.

Trembling as my lips were, they still tried to form those two universal words understood for their meaning throughout her whole world, “Thank you…”
Not knowing whether the words had been formed by my lips, I stretched out my arms as best as I could in my weakened condition; gazing at my saviour to find the answer in his eyes.

“Ssshhhhhhhhhhh…” was the answer I got instead; its soothing sound rocked me further into a dreamy state, unable to respond in any way whatsoever.

His powerful form was embraced by my arms and I felt barely aware of his presence as he lay down next to me. The experience that stuck by me just before darkness swallowed me whole was the warmth radiating from his body. The tender, cosy warmth which I needed desperately to stay alive at this point; having been numbed with cold; right down to my core. Retaliation for not being with her anymore, or so it seemed.

More time left to ponder there was not left. The will to stay awake was gone, along with the power to direct energy to anything else but the heating up of my frozen body. Total blackness finally kicked in and left my conscience to dream its wearily dreams of her treacherous, damp deepness and her luring beckon call while my saviour watched over me.

Right Next Door

Title: Right Next Door
Author: Lady Guinevere
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Logan, Rogue and Bobby
Word Count: app.1500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She was right next door to Logan…
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Song fiction (inspired by the song “Right Next Door”, by the Robert Cray Band )
Thanks to: Stella 21 for the beta!
Archive: Yes please
Feedback: Pretty please! You can send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com
A/N: Any mistakes are still my own, I keep changing things after beta’íng

“Right next door”
By, Lady Guinevere

#I can hear the couple fighting right next door
#Their angry words sound clear through these thin walls.

Bobby seemed to be going berserk; he was is Rogue’s room raging at her like a tornado!
I am in the room next door, hiding like a coward. The walls are mocking me with their thinness.
It seems a cruel twist of fate that I have to listen to *every* word they are yelling at each other, they are accusing each other of things I was never even aware off.
Finally Bobby’s always lingering suspicions have been confirmed: Rogue loves someone else...

Hell, she even *fucked* someone else…Me!

Just a few short moments ago *I* was in their room; fucking Popsicle Boy’s girlfriend. It was a moment of weakness…or maybe not? I wanted her. She wanted me. It was so obvious.
Ever since I had laid my eyes on her in that grainy bar, I wanted to fuck her. I knew I had to taste her, or I’d loose it. Unfortunately, her skin-mutation made her insecure about the other sex, so I slowly worked my way into her life.

Quickly, I became her friend. She looked up to me like I was her big hero. As the weeks wore on, I flirted with her now and then, teased her, and even coyly played with her feelings a bit.

Until one day she became *wax* in my hands.

I then took her in, kneaded her and moulded her in my hands. I showed her there was no need to be afraid of her skin mutation; I could handle it. I could love her just the same. Better than that *Popsicle Boy*.

And so I did it this afternoon, love her I mean, right up until we heard that *obnoxious* boyfriend of hers approach in the hallway. I quickly grabbed my clothes and jumped through the window. I got out just in time.

My cigar however, did not…

Trying to settle Bobby down by claiming nothing has happened, Rogue’s tearful voice cuts through my soul and makes me wish it had never happened. Seriously, I never meant to hurt her…

#Around midnight I heard him shout, “Unfaithful woman!”
#And I knew right then the axe was gonna fall.

Popsicle Boy is taking a stand; he is now blaming Rogue for her infidelity.
Hell, I would have done the same bloody thing in his position! No woman of *mine* is going to betray me behind my back!

Suddenly, I felt slightly guilty for eavesdropping, but I want to make damn sure Popsicle Boy won’t hurt her. I even understand where he’s coming from. Damn, I’m almost sympathizing with the “Ice Prick!”
Then again, I really don’t have any right to. I gave that up the moment I laid my claws on his woman. I’m the fucking *cause* of their problems…

#It’s because of me…
#It’s because of me…

#I heard him shout, “Who is he?!” She mumbles low
#He said, “Baby, don’t you lie to me no more!”

Rogue doesn’t give in, even when he’s loosing his temper. She just mumbles, afraid to give me away. She’s deathly afraid of the consequences my name on her lips might have. Hoping that if she leaves my name unsaid it won’t be real. It will be like it never happened. Popsicle Boy raises his voice again, shouting, demanding that Rogue stop lying to him. He then asks her for the truth, no matter how much it might hurt him.

Rogue’s silence made him fill in the blanks, “its Logan isn’t it?”

#I’m listening through these thin walls, silent ashamed.
#As he called out my name, I was right next door.

When her crying seemingly confirms it was indeed *me*, I expect him to storm through the door and battle me for her love; like men once did a long, long time ago.
But apparently chivalry is dead.
So is Popsicle Boy when he lays a hand on me, and he bloody well knows it! We’ve had previous fights and they never ended well for this bed-wetting, teenage excuse for an X-Man.
He still bears the faint scars of my claws penetrating into his tiny stomach to prove that I could easily harm him.
Besides, I think he’s *well* aware he can’t compete with me when it comes to Rogue. He has known all along that she loves me more deeply than she *ever* loved his sorry ass!

#It’s because of me…
#It’s because of me…

As to my feelings for her, well what can I say?

#She was right next door and I’m such a strong persuader;
#That she was just another notch on my guitar…

I tempted her to give into the feelings I knew she had for me. Just for fun.
I wanted to see how far she would go. One look into her eyes was all it took…
Also, I desperately wanted to see how far *I* could go without being drained by her skin. Well, my resourcefulness didn’t let me down, I can tell ya that much!

But, she was just another notch on my guitar, another prize in my trophy case, another one night stand. One that was very hard to obtain. I admit to having had worked on her several years gaining her trust, before she would let me get near enough.
Was it worth the wait? Hell yeah!! Was it worth wrecking her life over? Definitely not…
Damn thing is, apparently I *do* have a conscience. Maybe, I’m not such a bastard after all?

#She’s gonna loose the man that really loves her
#In the silence I can hear their breaking hearts.

Because it ain’t me, I don’t love her like that.
Hell, I just lust for her…

In this fucking cruel silence that has now taken over the room next door, I can almost hear their breaking hearts crack. Why did I wreck Rogue’s life just to add her to my long list of floozy conquests? And Ice Pick, he’s sort of a good boy. Kind of wimpy though, but at least he loved her, which is more than I can say…

Damn this is all my because of me! I’m a *fucking animal* who can’t control his *fucking urges*.

I lie awake all night and listen to the deadly silence alternated with the fierce arguments. I feel so ashamed, it’s embarrassing me. I have never, ever experienced shame like this before; the guilt that is weighing on my mind and chest seems to outweigh my own skeleton, including its added adamantium! And that’s so fucking much, I can tell ya that!”

#At daybreak I hear him pack and say, “Goodbye!”
#I can hear him slam the door and walk away.

Outside the day is dawning bright and sunny, and next door I hear closet doors slamming and heavy footsteps barging around. Then it’s silent once more. Like a catacomb. Creepy and silent, then I hear Popsicle Boy say his goodbyes. It’s very distant and insensitive. How that must rip her sensitive heart into pieces, I can only guess. Poor darlin’.

The door is slammed shut in rage; the angry footsteps that mere moments ago walked up and down the room next to mine are distancing themselves from the door.
It means Bobby is leaving her. Then again, he is not only abandoning Rogue, but also the X-Men team.
He is giving up his safe haven and the only chance at a normal future he will ever have.

And it’s all because of me…

#Right next door I hear that woman start to cry
#I should go to her, but what would I say?

Rogue begins to cry her heart out, and I regret ruining not *one*, but *two* lives; all in the blink of an eye.
How to justify my behaviour? How to make her feel better, when I know it’s because of me? I can’t come up with words to comfort her; I’m just not that kind of guy.

I can never give her what Popsicle Boy gave her; I’m a free spirit and I *won’t* be tied down by anyone! I like my life without complications and attachments. Sorry darlin’!

Maybe it’s best if I take off too; there’s nothing keeping me here anymore, I can’t stand facing Rogue knowing I’m the cause of her grief and misery. Looking into her hopeful eyes; only to crush her heart all over again because not only did I make her loose the love of her life, also will she never experience *my* love…

She will be, unhappily ever after.

And it’s because of me…

Hungry Eyes (6/?)

Title: Hungry Eyes
Author: Lady Guinevere
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X3
Characters: Logan & Marie
Word Count: app. 2900
Rating: R
Feedback: Pretty please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com.
Summary: Logan keeps his end of the deal after loosing a bet, even if it means having to play “Johnny” in “Dirty Dancing”…
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Shipperfic
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t seen X3 yet and don’t want to know how it ends, stop now!
A/N: Any mistakes are my own; it seems my beta can’t keep up with me…

Hungry Eyes, Chapter 6: Dirty Dancing

The recreation room situated in the attic was buzzing with excited voices and the rustling of papers; Rogue manoeuvred through the crowd towards the wooden stage which had been put there temporarily. Clearing her throat, she looked around nervously. All these people were her responsibility, well, more specifically their performances, but that fact was quickly overlooked when butterflies were fighting the Third World War in your stomach…

“Ehm…” Rogue started hesitating, looked around and caught Logan’s pitiful stare at her, giving her immediate strength to raise her voice, “Can I have your attention please?” Rogue shouted clearly.

Normally Logan would have given her strength simply by being there for her; though this time she drew her strength from her infuriated state towards him rather than his soothing presence. She’d show his smug ass she could run this show and be a professional actress who was able to work with people she despised as well!

Logan didn’t feel comfortable in the buzzing crowd, somehow he always felt like people were talking about him. Even though he was surrounded by other freaks, he still didn’t feel totally at ease and accepted at Xavier’s. However, he was here for Marie, not for himself. He was gonna live up to his end of the deal and fulfil his role as Johnny.

He gave Marie his full attention; at first she looked so lost up there he felt sorry for her. Trying to comfort her with a smile seemed to have effect; her angsty scent turned into a confident one right away. Though her chilly, cold stare led him to believe it wasn’t his presence that gave her strength, but her fighting spirit.

“That’s my girl!” Logan whispered to himself at the exact same time the crowd fell silent.

Wishing he could spear his claws through all the turned heads and eyes gazing at him, covering each and every claw from top to bottom in olive-like eyeballs, Logan growled instead; hoping the ferocious glistening of his teeth and the feral sounds of a threatening Wolverine would make all their nosy stares go away.

Rogue hadn’t heard Logan’s exact words but knew they had attracted most of the crowd’s attention; in awe she watched the crowd of people which almost simultaneously turned their heads back into her direction again after the slightest growl Logan gave. ‘They’re just as scared of him as they are of my skin,’ Rogue thought bitterly.

“Thank you! Now, we will begin rehearsing tonight, as you are all well aware off. If you have any questions about your part or the play, feel free to ask away. Otherwise, I suggest we just take it from the top.” Rogue looked around at the crowd to see if anyone had a question.

“Good! Let me introduce you to our never tiring, firework producing, always yellow-clad stage manager: Jubilation Lee!” Rogue lifted her arm into the crowd towards a yellow clothed Asian girl who stepped forward, who was taking a bow as she stepped up the stage beside Rogue.

“Thank you all for your warm welcome! You can stop clapping now, it’s too embarrassing…” Jubilee’s arms gestured widely to stop the imaginative applause from the dumbstruck crowd.

Besides Rogue and Kitty nobody seemed to get Jubes’ humour which accounted for many questioning faces, even Logan’s eyebrow cocked at the yellow girl.

‘Strange girl…’ he thought to himself, though his heightened senses gave away that her display of certainty was merely a performance to cover up her insecurity.

“You’re a tough crowd to please!” Jubilee grinned foolishly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Rogue knew her friend too well and stepped in again to prevent her from further humiliation, “Jubilee can answer many of your questions as well. Don’t hesitate to ask either of us for help or advice. Now, let’s get this show on the road!”

Rogue tried to get the actors enthusiastic by yowling and applauding, however a bunch of teen mutants, most of which were runaways and outcasts, were careful in giving away any of their feelings. ‘All the more reason for them to act and express their hidden emotions,’ Rogue thought to herself.

“Okay…For the first scene we need Baby’s mom, dad and sister, as well as Penny and some extras. And Baby of course, well, what do you know? It’s me! The rest of you, you know who you are, so please step forward!” Rogue raised her voice.

Leaning against a table in the back of the room, Logan watched the students. Glad he could watch how this was done before actually acting himself, he admired Rogue’s bold attitude. Storm, Kitty and Bobby walked towards the stage and staggered around for a while, until Rogue had a chat with them and they sat down on a couple of benches on the stage.

Reading from their papers, Rogue, Storm, Kitty and Bobby sat on two benches which were depicting an automobile. Bobby played Baby’s father and Storm acted as her mother. A bit awkward at first, they read their lines, giggling nervously. When Bobby imitated a moving car sound, they all burst into laughter.

The next scene was the Merengue-lesson at Kellerman’s, Jubilee had to play Penny because she had learned many dances and dance moves over the years, she might even be better than Penny! Plus, Rogue didn’t mind her dancing intimately to Logan; Jubes knew about her feelings for Logan and as her friend she would never betray her, unlike another girl who had pretended to be her friend…

Reading through the scenes with a lot of laughter, the play proceeded until it was time for Logan to make his entrance. All he had to do was walk into the room wearing sunglasses; his jacket thrown nonchalantly over his shoulder. He hated to admit it, but he was feeling kind of nervous. He hated to talk, especially if the words were put in his mouth and every fucking word was followed by a hard-to-please crowd…

In this scene Max, the big boss from Kellerman’s, was talking to the waiters; a part Beast--also known as Dr. Hank Mc Coy-- had been happy to take onto his shoulders. He enjoyed the world of theatre and never passed by an opportunity to enrich his life in whatever possible manner. Beast spoke to a bunch of students posing as waiters and Logan came walking in, overhearing Max’s speech to the waiters that it was okay for them to seduce the girls. Even more so, they had to show the girls a good time, especially the ugly ones.

Logan took it personal when Beast told him that other rules applied to him; he wasn’t allowed to lay a hand on any of the women, or he’d be fired! He tossed aside his jacket and grabbed Beast by the collar, jerking the blue, fluffy body near his own while hissing through his clenched teeth, “You got a problem with me, furball?”

Hank kept his calm and replied, “Logan, we’re acting, remember? This is what Max says to Johnny. And I don’t think Johnny is supposed to react like this…”

Somewhere back Rogue bit her under lip and shook her head, “Christ! Why did I want the Wolverine-Pig to play the part of Johnny again?” She leaped to her feet and ran over to Beast and Logan to pry them apart.

Logan had already let go of Beast, he was still growling a little when Rogue asked him, “It’s not gonna be like this the entire play, is it? Are you sure you can handle it, Logan?”

“Yeah yeah, keep your panties on, kid!” Logan answered irritated and turned around, his manhood seriously diminished by her belittling tone. He wasn’t some fucking kid! Claws were throbbing at his flesh, eager to burst out at the slightest dissonant tone.

“You okay, Beast? I’m sorry; I should have known Logan and his short fuse could detonate any moment…” Rogue’s hand smoothed Beast’s collar and her eyes told him how concerned she felt.

Beast grabbed Rogue’s hands and pressed them against his fluffy chest, assuring her he was alright. “It was nothing, my dear. I’m used to dealing with Logan, I know what to expect by now. Shall we continue and forget about this little incident?” His calm tone reminded much of Xavier’s tone, never letting anyone else experience the troubles he was feeling.

“Glad you’re okay…” Rogue smiled at Beast, and then she hollered, “Let’s continue, people! Especially you, Logan! Stop sulking, cage that PIG of yours and join in the fun again!”

Jubilee was walking over the stage back and forth, she was nervous about dancing with Logan. She hadn’t practised with him; she had to make sure to do that in the future. Logan attracted her on one hand; his body was enormously gorgeous and his face was to die for as well; but on the other hand she feared his temper. He had demonstrated that temper again a moment ago; what if she did something wrong and his claws ended up inside of her?

“Dancing hall scene! Everyone, couple up and dance, and Logan and Jubes: enter!” Rogue danced to a student who got to play the part of the obnoxious Neil; if she hadn’t been in desperate need for someone to play the part of Baby’s father, this role would have been perfect for Bobby…

The stage was crowded with dancing students when Jubilee and Logan walked into their midst, Logan looking as smug as Johnny did. When they started to dance, Rogue stopped moving altogether; even though they hadn’t practised they looked like they were dancing together for years already. Jealousy washed over her as she watched them move.

Logan held Jubilee thinking that she danced easily and good, but he missed the chemistry that he did have while he was dancing with Marie. He picked up on Jubilee’s nervous scent and before he knew it he said to her, “You’re a great dancer, kid. Don’t worry…”

Invading his nostrils another scent found his way; it was Marie with a new added smell, the stench of jealousy. Glancing her way he grinned smugly, aware of her defeated stares. Finally there was some justice; now she knew she wasn’t the only one able to dance with him.

Keeping his eyes locked onto Marie’s, Logan pressed Jubilee closer to his chest, eliciting even more jealous looks and scents from Marie.

Jubilee made a funny sound at the sudden gesture and looked at Logan’s face before she spat, “Dude! You’re smothering me! I’m not Rogue, in case you forgot. If you two have issues, sort them out without involving me!” She squirmed free from his tight grip and reduced their dancing-space to a normal one again.

Rogue beckoned Beast that it was his time again to enter the stage, like in the movie it was time to break the couple apart with a throat-slicing gesture; hopefully not taken personal again by Logan. Nervously Rogue watched Logan’s reaction and sighed with relieve when he let go of Jubilee and they both found other partners to dance with.

Rogue made it through the scene where she was the magician’s assistant being sawed in half, while worrying for the scene in the staff dancing quarters. Logan kept sending sultry, smug stares over to her; very aware of what seemed to come. They didn’t even practice the “dirty dancing” yet…It was going to be like in the movie, Logan teaching her the moves.

Finally, the scene was up. The students were dancing, while in the background the lyrics to the right song were heard, “Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Now… that I…can dance.”

Rogue was carrying an imaginary water melon and walked through the crowd with her fellow student, they talked and all of a sudden there sounded applauding; Logan and Jubilee were making their way through the crowd. Surrounded by the others they danced their dirty dance, a very well choreographed one. Apparently Jubilee had given the dance a lot of thought already; which on one hand made Rogue wonder with jealousy and on the other hand thankful to have a friend who was serious about her part in the play.

As the music in the background changed to a man singing, “I’m a love man…” Logan walked over to Rogue and asked her what she was doing here.

“I carried a watermelon,” Rogue replied, thinking that in real life she would probably have said something equally embarrassing. She was as much under the impression with Logan as baby was with Johnny.

Logan backed away and danced into the crowd again, sending her stares all the while. At one point, he beckoned Rogue by his fingers to join him. Thinking for the umpteenth time, that this wasn’t the worst play she could have picked, Logan watched Marie who was looking positively shy. Either that was some damn good acting, or she had gotten very nervous indeed. She couldn’t refuse and that thought picked Logan’s mood up quite a bit; she had to dance with him.

Rogue watched Logan come closer and dragged her into the crowd onto the dance-floor. Nerves were raging through her body as her heart rate sped up so fast she felt embarrassed about it.

‘This is it…’ she thought, heart hammering in her chest, ‘Logan’s hips will be grinding into mine shortly…’ her mouth was feeling dry as hell, ‘and everybody will be watching as I lose control when we’re so close I could die…’

Awkwardly, just like in the movie, Rogue watched Logan’s movements. Surprise about his remembering the movements quickly made way for burning red cheeks when Logan pushed her down by her shoulders. She wondered if Baby had felt the same, she couldn’t remember how to breathe, let alone move!

Logan watched Marie when he demonstrated the hip movement, telling her to, “Watch my eyes!” he pulled Marie near and kept moving his hips into hers. The sensation of his crotch so close to hers, sent him off to the land of erotic daydreams. Swaying her, he pressed his groin hard into her gender, imagining them both naked. Marie’s arm flung loosely around his neck, her movements got more intense and less woodenly.

Rogue bore her chocolate eyes into Logan’s hazel pools, every disagreement they had had before totally slipped her mind and cleared space for one thing only.

‘I want this man. Right now, right here…’ she thought, feeling the bulge resting in her groin grow harder with every movement.

Rogue totally forgot her surroundings, her mind became a blur. There were flashes of Logan and her making out in the water, Logan displaying his hot naked skin sitting in the chair, Logan’s tongue trailing the track of the water beads, and every single image made her melt like wax. Her skin felt flushed, pooling heat between her legs gave away her arousal just as much as her maniacal heart rate.

Flaring nostrils inhaled Rogue’s aroused scent, unleashing Wolverine. Deep inside him her heartbeat trembled through his body, his manhood throbbing hard in the same rhythm. Hands were trailing over her curvy body, fingertips eagerly digging into her skin, pulling her body near his. Hot and steamy breaths lingered in her neck, when his tongue licked her slick, hot skin without any warning.

Rogue reacted by throwing her head back in her neck, moaning loudly. Logan’s hands were all over her, driving her further into arousal. His groin was still pressed tightly against hers, moving up and down, circling even. The tensed denim holding back his manhood rubbed over the cloth barely providing protection from both their heat, at this rate it wouldn’t take her long to go over the edge…

“Yo chica!” Jubilee yelled in Rogue’s ear and tugged at her sleeve, then whispered in her ear, “The script doesn’t say they actually do it, right now…”

Startled Rogue came to her senses, looking around she discovered that everyone who was here, was staring at her and Logan, a lot of mouths were opened because of the sight. Her still loudly pounding heart was the only sound to be heard for a while.

Logan noticed Marie drew away from their embrace and snapped open his eyes to look at her, noticing Jubilee standing just beside her, he glanced around to find dozens of staring eyes and opened mouths in his direction.

Immediately his claws appeared with the well-known slashing sound, relieving some of the pressure that was building inside his boiling body. Growling while baring dangerously flickering teeth, a short threatening sentence from Logan directed to the staring crowd added strength to the gesture, “Show’s over!”

After that Marie caught Logan’s glimpse that showed mixed feelings of regret, anger and even shame, before Logan walked away faster than anyone could say “Dirty Dancing”. Her legs still not strong enough to support her, she sat down on a bench to steady her heart rate a little.

“Now I know why they call it Dirty Dancing…,” Rogue mumbled, fanning herself with the play. Because there was one thing she knew for sure; her thoughts had never been dirtier…

To be continued…

Hungry Eyes (5/?)

Title: Hungry Eyes
Author: Lady Guinevere
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X3
Characters: Logan & Marie
Word Count: app. 2000
Rating: R
Feedback: Pretty please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com.
Summary: Logan keeps his end of the deal after loosing a bet, even if it means having to play “Johnny” in “Dirty Dancing”…
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Shipperfic
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t seen X3 yet and don’t want to know how it ends, stop now!
A/N: Unbeta'd, so any mistakes are my own…

Hungry Eyes, Chapter 5: Hesitations

The next few days Rogue tried to stay clear from Logan; her mind was a mess from wondering about his behaviour and whether or not she should replace him. There was only one other man whom she thought of to be capable enough to play the part of Johnny: Colossus…

“Oh no, I won’t do it!” Colossus answered to Rogue’s question, he was not the least bit interested to star in her play. Also--Rogue was not aware of this of course--Logan had already given him a head’s up that Rogue might ask him to play. Logan strongly suggested he’d leave the part of Johnny to him, and no one else! Out of respect for Logan, Piotr declined her offer.

“Please?” Rogue pleaded him, pouting her lips. “Why not? What have you got to lose?” Rogue’s mood was becoming sulky and she sent him a spoilt-brat-stare, she came to get what she wanted and wasn’t planning on taking “no” for an answer!

“I can’t act, I can’t dance, and I am not interested in learning either of them.” Piotrs statement sounded simple and clear. Besides the fact he was being loyal to Logan, not a single word was untrue.

“But…” Rogue tried to think of a good argument to persuade him, however Piotr interrupted her again.

“No “buts”, I’m not doing it! Logan is perfect for the part! Why the sudden change of heart?”

Piotr was curious to know what had happened, Logan told him squat, though he doubted Rogue would fill him in…

“Logan’s a goddamn pig, that’s why…” Rogue mumbled, loud enough for Piotr to hear though.

Was it a lover’s quarrel perhaps? Everybody at Xavier’s knew those two had been dancing around each other from the beginning. Now even literally.

Feeling kind of sorry for letting Rogue down, Piotr said, “I don’t know what Logan did to piss you off, but maybe you’d better make up! You two are perfect as Baby and Johnny!”

“Thanks for your advice,” Rogue mumbled irritated, and then she took off.

It seemed she was stuck with Logan. Maybe if they just rehearsed the lines with everyone else there, it wouldn’t be so bad. She’d go and tell the others there would be a rehearsal tomorrow-evening.

It had been kind of hard to find suitable people for all the parts, not everybody wanted to act of course, and when you needed a certain type for a character it was hard to fill that in from such a limited offer. For example, she would have picked Scott do the part of Baby’s sister, Lisa. They both were uptight people with a giant broomstick up their ass…

But, it wasn’t nice to think of dead people that way, so she settled for Kitty. At first, when she caught Kitty with Bobby, she had been very upset. She nearly killed the little backstabbing bitch, but then she realised Kitty had actually done her a favour. Bobby had been one of the many reasons she had decided to take the Cure, and this was how he showed his gratitude towards her?

Sure, she was heartbroken for a while, realising that the boy she gave up her unique powers for, still didn’t think it was enough to love her. But after a while she realised she never really loved him as well. It had been convenient and easy, but never passionate like the way she felt about Logan.

Logan…

She had to tell him about the rehearsal, might as well do it right away. She walked straight to his room, knocked on his door and walked in without awaiting an answer. Shocked, she came to a halt and promised herself right then and there to always wait for an answer before barging into someone’s room.

Sitting in a chair, Logan had one leg over the armrest and was dressed in nothing but…

“THE PLAY?” Rogue shouted incredulous in a high pitched voice.

“You always come barging in without approval?” Logan growled briskly.

He felt slightly uneasy for Marie to catch him like this, it’s not like he planned to sit here and read the play, stark naked. He had been on his way to take a shower and then noticed the play lying there. Wondering about something, he had picked it up and started to browse through, only to get captivated after a while. He hadn’t actually thought about his undressed state anymore and just drifted away in the play, imagining him and Marie at it.

“OhmyGod…OhmyGod…OhmyGod…OHMYGOD!” was all Rogue could think.

Lost for words at first, by the arousing and mind-numbing sight of Logan’s delicious, brawny flesh, Rogue’s mouth fell open with surprise and produced a sound unknown to the Oxford Dictionary, “Guuuuh…”

“He said something to me…” she thought, “What was it again? I walked in, spotted him naked… NAKED! LOGAN NAKED! Sigh…I said something about the play, GOOD GOD, the PLAY…If it wasn’t for that play; I’d be able to see his--”

“KID?” Logan loudly interrupted Rogue’s jumble of thoughts which couldn’t be leading to anything sane anyway, and shook his head whilst mumbling, “Women…”

“Don’t “KID” me! You can’t blame a girl for thinking, well…things…when you’re dressed in nothing but a piece of paper!” Rogue’s cheeks had turned red from arousal as well as anger for defending her right.

Rogue’s hungry eyes roved over every delicious inch of his divine body, and DAMN! Was he gorgeous...Her eyes were trailing over his abundant chest-hairs, which grew into a thin line; disappearing behind the papers he was holding. Getting on her toes Rogue was trying to sneak a peek over the papers; unfortunately Logan shifted and held the papers consciously close to his lap, hindering her outlook.

“This is MY fucking room and if I want to sit in MY fucking chair and read the bloody play NAKED, I’ll bloody well do it!” Logan answered Rogue, inhaling her aroused scent.

If she didn’t leave soon, the nice, flat papers in his lap would turn into a tipi, and that would be an embarrassing moment he wanted to spare both of them. Even though Marie smelled like she wanted him to fuck her hard, bite his ass and scream his name while she came for him incredibly hard and good; Logan knew she was still angry at him about the other day.

“You’re right, sugar. I’m sorry. I’ll wait till you say I can…” Rogue started her sentence innocent, however reaching the next word, she dragged it out long, giving Logan a sultry stare, “come, next time…” Hoping he would get that she meant an entirely different “come” than she should have, Rogue smiled wickedly.

Couching, Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Jesus Fucking Christ…Does she mean…?” Logan thought, feeling the play in his lap begin to form the tipi he had been worried for all along. Sweat erupted from every pore of his body, while he tried so hard not to think of Marie panting and gasping, screaming out his name, and coming so fucking hard the whole mansion could hear she was his girl.

Smirking, Rogue watched Logan wriggle in his chair, sweat beads trickling all over his body, like shining, bright crystals on top of one of nature’s finest formed shapes. Besides her own naughty thoughts, she was well aware of the papers in Logan’s lap, giving away his thoughts. Maybe he was a pig indeed, but a damn hot specimen…

“Marie, why did you -- ” Logan swallowed the word “come”, he felt his crotch react just at the thought of that word, before rephrasing, “What is it you want?”

For Fuck’s Sake, there just wasn’t a single question in the world he could ask her right now which wasn’t loaded with sexual undertone…

“What is it I want?” Rogue asked teasingly, tipping her finger at her luscious lips and staring into oblivion, like she was thinking it over.

“Don’t make me come over there…” Logan threatened, regaining his dominance.

“Now that’s something I would pay good money for, sugar!” Rogue drawled enthusiastic.

Logan actually had to search for an answer; he was growing tired of their tempting games. The scent penetrating him, invading Wolverine’s lair, made him want to leap to his feet and back Marie towards the closet, trapping her between the solid, rock-hard wood of which both the door as well as his cock were made.

“Don’t turn me into a PIG again, darlin’.” Logan’s husky voice sounded threatening.

“Jeez, I’m sorry for stepping on your precious manhood, Logan!” Rogue reacted indignant.

This wasn’t funny anymore. Lately they were either making out or bickering about something. Christ, she never would have thought she was looking forward to the ending of the play. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be with Logan, mostly because she wasn’t sure how he felt about her. Apart from his obvious arousal, but that was only physical...

“Stepping on my manhood? You should be riding my fucking manhood!” Logan spat harshly, without thinking. “I wasn’t too subtle there…” he thought, cursing himself.

“……………” Stupefied, Rogue backed into the door, staggering.

“FUCK YOU, Logan!” was the first thing that found its way from Rogue’s mind to her mouth.

“That’s what I suggested, darlin’…” A devilish grin spread across Logan’s face, lighting his hazel eyes like two little charcoals.

“You just went from Wolverine to PIG again in less than three seconds! Congratulations!” Rogue applauded sarcastically.

Her insides were boiling, WHY he got her this angry, she didn’t even understand. She sure as hell wanted to fuck his smug, arrogant, brawny ass! But this was not how she pictured it, she wasn’t some ho; jumping to his beckon call! Killing him was the only form of physical contact that seemed appealing at this time!

Recollecting her cool, Rogue added calmly, “I think I’m gonna go now, it’s not like there’s anything sensible coming from those lips of yours. I just wanted to tell you that we will have a rehearsal tomorrow evening.”

Rogue batted her eyelashes before she continued sarcastically in her southern drawl, “It would be so great if you could join us, mister Logan!”

“This PIG is probably the only actor, who can work with you for over an hour without wanting to smash your bossy brains into the nearest wall…” Logan growled ferociously at Rogue, then he added disappointed, “You could change your attitude a little, kid…”

He kept his end of the deal, didn’t he? Sure, their flirting game got a little out of hand, but he never would have gone there if her scent hadn’t given him her unsaid consent. He couldn’t help their animal magnetism, could he?

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Logan, at seven, in the attic rec room. Bye now!” Rogue sounded distant and didn’t await an answer; she turned around and left Logan’s room, overwhelmed by mixed feelings. Desire fought with dignity, whereas anger battled hope.

After Rogue’s slumping figure left the room, Logan tossed aside the play and got up from his chair. Fully naked he stared at his reflection in the mirror, desperately wondering about his desires and feelings. Marie’s behaviour drove him up the wall; fighting and fucking seemed to sum up their relationship, though there hadn’t been any actual fucking. Yet.

“Am I really such a pig?” Logan asked his reflection.

For Fuck’s sake! Wolverine wouldn’t be brought down by her tiny, weak figure! He’d claim what belonged to him, and MARIE belonged to him! He’d show her for messing with him!

Logan was torn up inside, Marie wanted him and he wanted Marie, the only fucking problem was her damn play. For both their sanity they’d have to wait it out, from now on no more teasing, flirting and foreplay!

To be continued…

Hungry Eyes (4/?)

Title: Hungry Eyes
Author: Lady Guinevere
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X3
Characters: Logan & Marie
Word Count: app. 3000
Rating: R
Feedback: Pretty please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com.
Summary: Logan keeps his end of the deal after loosing a bet, even if it means having to play “Johnny” in “Dirty Dancing”…
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Shipperfic
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t seen X3 yet and don’t want to know how it ends, stop now!
A/N: Any mistakes are my own, I want to keep posting once a week even though this chapter hasn’t been beta’d yet…

Hungry Eyes, Chapter 4: Rise and Fall

It was a good thing that the sun had given its best for months already, warming up the lake water to a temperature pleasant enough to swim and frolic in.

Rogue and Logan had reached the lake and stood in the sandy shores which held its greatness and tranquillity; both seemed somewhat reluctant to go in.

“What’s up next?” Logan turned his body to face Rogue.

“Remember the movie?” Rogue was grinning wickedly, she just thought of something taunting to say to Logan, “Johnny takes off all his clothes and dives into the water…”

“WHAT?” Logan asked incredulous, his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

Rogue’s grin and increasing giggles gave her away however and made Logan sigh with relief, for a brief moment. Then the situation dawned on him, and he couldn’t control his voice anymore, raising it at Rogue, “You can’t stop provoking me to give into your persuasion, can ya?”

Rogue’s giggling seized at once and surprised she stared at Logan; her eyes displaying nothing but childish innocence, “I was just teasing you sugar! No harm intended!”

A grim look was still present on Logan’s face as he approached Rogue with a steady pass,
“Maybe it’s better if we get the sex out of the way, so we can get on with the play!”

Rogue knew that she ought to be frightened, or at least impressed by Logan’s action, but her nerves made her giggle again. Especially when she realised that Logan’s exclamation rhymed… Grinning harder and harder, she walked backwards; away from Logan.

“Why are you still giggling?” Logan’s pace got faster and his face more threatening.

“I’m sorry, Logan. But it rhymed…” With that said, Rogue burst into laughter.

“You women are all the same…” Logan shook his head and seemed to thaw slightly. He made it look like he was loosing his interest so he could move in closer to Rogue without her suspicion hindering him.

Unaware of what was about to hit her, Rogue giggled on and on, utterly relaxed. Suddenly Logan moved very close to her; his bare chest touched her back and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He pushed her in the direction of the water; slowly at first but quickly increasing his pace he forcefully pushed Rogue closer to the lake.

His full body weight crashing down on her; Rogue’s giggling seized and she wanted to squirm free when she realised what Logan was trying to do. She leaned back with her full weight but it was no match for his adamantium covered skeleton; the lake got threateningly near…

Attempting to smooth-talk her way out of it, Rogue drawled, “I’m sorry sugar! Please don’t push me in the water!”

Not the least bit tempted to give up his battle, Logan playfully answered, “can’t stop now, darlin’!” while he just kept on pushing her forward, his feet already getting wet from the lake water.

Rogue tried to fight Logan off but his grip on her was so tight, she didn’t know what to do anymore. Water surrounded her ankles already and when she looked down, the bottom of her jeans had turned dark from the dampness by then. Just surrendering her self to Logan’s overpowering force, Rogue prepared to get wet. It was inevitable anyway for rehearsing the lift-scene.

His arms still wrapped tightly around Rogue, Logan tried to ignore her scent and walked further through the somewhat chilly water. The water had reached his knees by now and swiftly made its way to his groin, which was always an unpleasant experience at first.

“Just keep on walking, Logan. Show Rogue that she can’t mess with ya!” he thought to encourage him self. Surrounded by the water his movements seemed to be held back by it; continuation was getting harder but it didn’t stop him, hell no, it only slowed him down a bit.

Rogue found her body not only embraced by Logan’s brawny arms, but also by the cool water which had reached her breasts by now. She had gotten used the cold inch by inch, but was actually looking forward to dipping under the glassy surface totally. As if Logan heard her thoughts, he released her from his warm yet wet embrace and Rogue took the opportunity to dive under.

Logan dove after her to soak his body entirely and swam for some metres before he shot up from the surface again. Tossing his head from one side to the other, water drops soared around his head like a halo. His muscular arms rose up from the water and he ran his hands through his thick, dark hair to sweep it from his face. Having grown accustomed to the water, it felt pretty okay.

Rogue had come up to the surface just before Logan did and watched his gorgeous body emerge from the lake with her mouth open. “Another image to keep me up at night,” she thought bitterly yet aroused, “Crap!”

Logan caught her stare at his body and smirked, “You said it your self, kid: my hot, wet body is a sight for sore eyes as well…”

Predatory eyes lingered just above the water and made her shiver beyond control. She cursed his excellent memory as well as his ability to use anything she said against her, but mostly she cursed her own big mouth. If she wasn’t so sassy all the time, this wouldn’t have happened!

Ignoring his remark she thought it best to practise the lift a couple of times and get the hell out of here, before she caved in totally. So that’s what she suggested to Logan at an irritated tone,
“Let’s just practise the damn lift and then get the hell out of here!”

A cocked eyebrow was Logan’s initial response to her cranky sounding remark, but then he thought, “She’s not getting away with this so easily! She wants me to be in her play and she is the one who keeps on making those ambiguous remarks! And now I’m being treated like crap?!”

“Oh no, darlin’! Drop the attitude or I’ll leave right now; so you can stare at my hot, wet ass instead!” Logan retorted full of fire, getting her back with her own words once again. He knew he was right, but more importantly he knew she was getting more pissed by the moment because he was using her words against her for the second time. Subcutaneous, he was cracking him self up.

A defeated mumble came from Rogue’s lips as she swam nearer to him. “We need to go to a shallow part, so I can take a running start. All you have to do is hold my waist and lift me above your head.” Rogue swam a little towards the edge of the lake again and still grumbled low, “Asshole! Thinks he’s God. Thinks he can control poor lil’ Roguey’s life, just ‘cause he looks hot! Hah!”

The fact that Logan had heightened senses seemed to have slipped her mind for a moment; making Logan--who swam just behind her-- grin smugly again when he overheard her growling. Coming to a halt when Rogue did, Logan let his feet touch the sandy bottom of the lake. The water rose to his chest where his small hardened nipples just peeked over the surface.

“Ready?” Rogue swam back a bit and then tried to run towards Logan; heavy clothing and an environment that made her feel like there was no gravity, hampered her intentions. She tried to remember whether they had a running start in the movie, but her mind was blank. Instead she decided to swim over to Logan again and just do the lift from that position. “Just pick me up from here; I’ll try to jump up when you lift me, okay?”

One strap of her tight, white spaghetti-top hung down from her shoulder and Logan eyed it with growing interest. Her slick top followed every curve of her beautiful body and Logan found it difficult to think of anything other than taking of her top and caressing her creamy, white skin. Fortunately he could touch her without suspicion for the “lift” and eagerly grabbed her by her waist which felt slim and slick in his hands.

The object of Logan’s daydreams blurred all of a sudden when Rogue jumped up from the water trying to do the “lift”. Logan didn’t know what hit him being distracted by his thoughts and realised he was too late to lift her now; they had to do this in perfect synchronism.

“Logan! You’re not paying attention! I told you I was gonna jump!” Rogue drawled as she slid downwards, her slick body caressing his damp chest all the way down, until they were face to face again, mere inches away.

“I had more urgent matters to pay attention to…Let’s try again, okay?” Logan grinned and squeezed Rogue’s waist to give her a little demonstration of the boost. Hazel eyes questioned her readiness along with eyebrows which were cocking up and down slightly.

“Ready! On the count of three, one…two…three!”

At three Rogue jumped up and felt the tugging of the water holding her back at first. Then she felt Logan’s strong arms boosting her high up in the air and it felt like she was flying for a moment, free of pulling forces. She spread her arms out to her sides and tried to keep her balance when she felt she was hovering just horizontal enough above his head.

Even though Rogue did not weigh much, holding her wet, clothed body above his head with straight arms demanded most of his strength. Shaking slightly, he managed to hold her for quite some time, until he felt a pull backwards on his arms. Rogue was losing her balance and dove into the water behind him, giving a high-pitched joyful scream.

Emerging from the fresh water, Rogue laughed and swam around Logan to be able to face him once again, “That wasn’t bad for the first time! I actually stayed up there! WOOHOO!”

“I could hold you much longer if you took off some of that wet clothing…” Logan suggested with a wicked grin. But seriously, it would help some.

“If you hadn’t pushed me in the water to show your masculinity, I could have taken something off first!” Rogue answered cocky.

“What’s keeping you from it now?” Logan fired back, curious about her answer.

“Your way too eager stare is what’s keeping me. We made a deal, remember?” Rogue replied triumphantly.

“I give up,” Logan answered defeated.

“DAMN! Still no half-naked Marie!” he thought bitterly. He just had to wait out the play before anything would happen. He’d try, but couldn’t promise anything. After all, there were two men lusting for her in his body. And one of them was very primal, indulging in his urges whenever he felt like it. Sometimes there was just no holding him back…

“Logan? You wanna try it again?” Rogue asked him, wondering about his absent look.

“What?” Logan was snapped out of his thoughts and didn’t quite get what Rogue wanted him to have another try at, she just made it clear there would be no skin showing involved, so what was it she wanted?

“The lift, Logan!” Rogue replied impatient. Jeez, that man’s memory was worst than Dory’s, the blue fish from Finding Nemo.

“On three again? One…two…three!” Logan decided not to waste more time thinking about something he couldn’t lay his hands on and just get on with practising. He’d take care of his own needs later that day, fantasizing about Marie while he reached his climax. Again…

Rogue sore above Logan’s head again, able to keep her balance even longer this time before she plunged head first into the water. Screaming out her victory every time she managed to steady herself over Logan’s head, Rogue and Logan practised the “lift” several times before Rogue felt confident enough to bring it to an end.

Swimming around Logan after her final plunge, she said, “I think we’re done here. No more practising in the water, just on the land a few more times. You did a great job, Logan! I knew those muscles weren’t just yummy to look at…” Rogue faced Logan while giving him a goofy grin.

Logan pulled her near him again by her waist and mumbled seductive, “My muscles are good for lots of things…” After which his eyebrow bounced up and down quickly a couple of times, making Rogue break out in innocent laughter.

“Like what, huh, stud?” Rogue took on Logan’s challenge and pierced her eyes straight into his, letting her hands wander over his biceps to feel all of their deliciousness.

“Seducing little girls and keeping them captive in my embrace…” Logan’s words sounded so low they seemed to come from an entirely different place than his throat. His arms tightened around Rogue’s waist and his face came closer to hers, while his breathing became low and heavy.

“Logan…” Rogue yammered and tried to back away from his embrace only to discover his words hadn’t been a lie, his arms around her felt like steel bars and there was no way she was getting out of their grip.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as his face closed in on hers, all she could look at were his luscious lips, only inches away. Then his lips touched hers, sending shivers through her body. Gently, they tasted her and played with her, arousing her so much liquid lava seemed to flow through her and melt her brain away.

Logan’s lips tasted Marie’s lips and explored their eager damp surface, sucking them into his mouth as if he was claiming her as his own. Enthusiastic to enter the passionate game, Logan’s tongue came forward and licked Marie’s lips, gently pushing her lips apart. Thrusting itself inside her moist and willing mouth it searched for its equivalent, which it quickly found.

Playing, challenging, thrusting, licking, sucking and exploring, their tongues continued, driving both of them into oblivion and arousal, unable to stop their hands from groping at each others hot, wet bodies.

Logan’s hands were trailing over Marie’s breasts, feeling their wet, delicious flesh and kneading her nipples rock hard in his experienced and willing touch. Sliding down the straps of her top his hands wandered over her shoulders and cupped her breasts, while his tongue kept on claiming hers as his own.

Rogue’s hands wandered over Logan’s arms, discovering every muscle of his rock hard, yet strangely enough, soft feeling body. Sliding, her hands went from his arms to his shoulders, where they glad over his broad, moist back. His muscles felt so good under her hands, she wanted to bite her tongue off not to scream with arousal. Since her tongue was already occupied, this wasn’t necessary.

Trailing her willing hands over his chest and pecks, Rogue felt Logan’s muscles move under her hands. “I can’t believe I’m actually touching his gorgeous body after all this time!” Rogue thought to herself, her hands wandering around some more, over his abs and side, stroking through his abundant chest- and abdominal hair.

Logan tried to pry Marie’s spaghetti-top off; holding its lower-seem he wanted to pull the top over her head. Then he realised there was a much faster and easier solution. The claws from his right hand shot out from between his knuckles with a metallic sound, making Marie startle and draw back her mouth from their intense kiss.

“What are you doing, Logan?” Rogue asked surprised and stunned.

“Granting myself access to your gorgeous titties, darlin’!” Logan grinned naughty.

“My WHAT?” Rogue asked incredulous, “This almost got outta hand! We made a deal, Logan! Touching my titties is included in that deal!” Rogue turned away from Logan and wade through the water to get on dry land. NOBODY talked about her breasts like that. Boobs, maybe, but TITTIES? No way!

“I already touched them, what’s the big deal?” Logan raised his arms up in a non-understanding gesture; one hand still had the claws sticking out from it. He followed Rogue to the edge of the lake and retracted his claws on the way.

“They’re not TITTIES!” Rogue shouted at Logan while she kept on walking out of the lake and over the grass. She was so through with this animal!

“Wolverine, my ass! A PIG, that’s what you are!” She shouted at him infuriated, keeping up her pace.

“Don’t insult me! Hooters then? Boobs maybe? Tits? Knockers? What?” Logan shouted back at Rogue, walking over the grass by now, shaking his head. It was no use, he blew it.

If only he understood why women got so upset when you called their woman-parts the wrong name. Maybe he’d have to have a chat with Storm. Although, he was not about to go embarrass himself in front of a bunch of women. Marie would come around, she needed him to play Johnny in her play, she said so herself! Right?

Not his usual smug self, Logan followed the soggy trail Marie had left for him and wearily walked up to his room.

Rogue had reached her room and wondered seriously whether she wanted to continue the play with Logan. She was fed up with his animalistic behaviour and the strain this play asked of her was too much to combine with their little flirting game. Because in the end, that was all it was. Right?

To be continued…

Hungry Eyes (3/?)

Title: Hungry Eyes
Author: Lady Guinevere
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X3
Characters: Logan & Marie
Word Count: app.2400
Rating: R
Feedback: Yes please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com.
Summary: Logan keeps his end of the deal after losing a bet, even if it means having to play “Johnny” in “Dirty Dancing”…
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Shipperfic
Thanks: to Moonie 666 for the beta!
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t seen X3 yet and don’t want to know how it ends, stop now!
A/N: Any mistakes are still my own, due to editing after beta-ing…


Hungry Eyes, Chapter 3: Temptation

Rogue couldn’t remember how she got through the days until her next meeting with Logan, but she managed, with great strain and effort though.

She had never seen Logan this tormented, yet at the same time so smug about something, maybe it was just plain arrogance about the way she acted around him: like a teenager in heat.
Admittedly, she was a teenager in heat…

And right now, she had to endure this self inflicted pain again. How dumb was she anyway?

Rogue asked Logan if he could think of a place where a thick, fallen tree lay across a dried up riverbed. He thought it over and told her to meet her here, in the forest just outside the grounds of Xavier’s. He knew of a dried up riverbed, all he had to do now, was provide a tree.
That’s where his claws came in handy…

He sniffed around and smelled Rogue’s presence; the scared teenage-hormone smell combined with her natural sweetness filled up his nostrils, though she was nowhere to be seen yet.

A tree that stood near the bank of the riverbed was unaware of its destiny and just stayed put at the sound of claws forcefully gliding out from between Logan’s knuckles. A feral groan announced Logan’s attack just before he slashed his claws horizontally through the tree, causing it to crunch and moan and finally topple over with brutal violence.

A spectator lurched in the shadows of the trees nearby and gazed in awe at Logan’s display of power.

Rogue wasn’t sure if lurking in the shadows and watching Logan flaunt his feral nature and oh so muscular body, had been a bright idea…
Especially when he decided to take off his tank top, using it to wipe away the sweat which trickled over his forehead and chest, making her wish she could be his tank top. Or the drops of sweat for that matter; she wasn’t too picky, as long as she could touch Logan’s gorgeous body…

The sight of him using his claws convoyed by his untamed, savage nature always pushed her buttons. Particularly, if he showed that nature in its most natural state. The only obstacle between that natural state and her eyes seemed to be his sweatpants, even though they had been cut off halfway his upper legs, showing his well-built upper legs and calves.

Hell, if Logan hadn’t picked up her scent by now, he would surely notice the slug trail that streamed towards him…

“Time to take a look at that chest from up close!” Rogue thought, to stimulate herself.

“Decided to step out from your hiding place, did ya?”

Logan threw aside his tank top somewhere on the grass. His back faced her when he accused her of her “crime”, which was probably for the best because that way he couldn’t see the crimson red which coloured her cheeks one too many times these days.

“I just thought I’d keep my distance; I don’t feel like being smashed by a tree, if you don’t mind…” Rogue drawled indignant and strode towards a scarcely clad Logan.

“Just a shame your scent gives you away, ain’t it?”

Darkened, hazel eyes bore deep into passionate, brown ones; each trying to figure out what the other side really wanted, dancing around each other like they were performing a mating ritual. Neither gave in and their stare wasn’t broken till minutes later, when Rogue spoke,

“Maybe you wanna put that divine body of yours to use, sugar?”

Astonished by her own sassiness; Rogue closed her eyes and wished again that she had never inflicted herself with all this unnecessary pain and yearning. Their last conversation was still lingering in her brain and she wondered how they would ever be able to behave normal around each other again, both knowing what they really wanted from each other…

Logan wasn’t put out by Marie’s remark in the least; she just confirmed what he already knew by her body language, scent, behaviour, and the little incident that had led to their honest conversation the other day.

Smirking, he boldly replied, “what did you have in mind then, darlin’?”

“Practising the dance, Logan. Or did I lead you on to believe I was interested in something else?” Rogue sounded cocky, but felt insecure and wanted to pound herself for bringing up this touchy subject of which she was sure it was gonna embarrass them both again.

“You want an honest answer, kid?” Logan’s grin got naughtier by the moment.

Rogue moaned at first and then hesitated, “Let’s not do this again, Logan…”

“Suit yourself, kid. But if you decide you do want to finish this conversation, verbally or physically, you know where to find me... Now, let’s practice! Walk over to the tree, and show me what we’re supposed to be doing.”

Still a little jittery, Rogue followed Logan’s broad, bare back and his perfect tush to the tree. She wondered if she had been a coward for avoiding the subject, but she just couldn’t take any more of his teasing and flirting.

He was toying with her, she just knew it! He wallowed in it, and she wouldn’t give him any more of that satisfaction.

She just had to stop thinking of him like the embodiment of perfection, and start seeing him like the platonic friend that he was to her. They had both established that right now they couldn’t give in to their longings.

Reaching the tree, Logan stopped and waited for Rogue’s instructions with his arms crossed over his chest.

He loved showing off his body, he had to admit that the hungry stares women sent him accompanied by their aroused scents, made him feel good about him self.

The animal that housed in him reacted to those signs by surfacing; indulging and wallowing in it was a natural thing to him, he couldn’t help it, even if he was supposed to stop his tempting behaviour towards Rogue. It was pure instinct…

“You remember the scene from the movie? This is where I’m supposed to find my balance, and practice the “lift”, but chicken out. Then we head to the water to practice the “lift”. First you have to stand barefoot on the tree and beckon me to join you, and show me the moves.”

Rogue took off her shoes and socks, just like “Baby” did in the movie, and Logan complied with Rogue’s suggestion, already barefoot walking up the tree-trunk.

Combining the dance-exercise with an exercise of his own skills, Logan closed his eyes and felt the tree-trunk under his feet. Keeping his balance purely by feeling; he walked further, foot by foot, spreading out his arms in a horizontal line to steady him.

Rogue stared at Logan’s backside walking further away from her over the tree-trunk, his shoulder muscles showing themselves as they supported his strapping arms.

He stopped and then turned around slowly, keeping his eyes closed until he had found his balance totally.

Out of the blue his hazel eyes locked onto her brown ones in a sultry stare; a mischievous grin spread across his face and then he beckoned Rogue to join him.

She couldn’t tell if he was acting or…

It sent shivers down her spine and gave her goose bumps over her entire body; his confusing signals drove her up the wall. This play turned out to be a true test of her endurance; every time she was alone with Logan she wanted to jump him so much that it hurt.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath; she tried to clear her head and calm her nerves down a bit.

“Just focus on the play, Rogue,” she said to herself repeatedly.

Reopening her eyes she walked to the tree trunk and tried to ignore Logan’s tempting grin and divine body which were way too present.

Upon getting in contact with the tree trunk, her feet started to move forward slowly. Her arms were spread out to her sides to keep her from falling to one side. She wobbled at first and giggled, but as she proceeded her balance improved.

Rogue reached Logan after a slightly wobbly trail, which was accompanied by little yelps and giggles; but she made it. As she got closer Logan watched her bare feet that stuck out of the figure hugging jeans that fell just over her knees.

His gaze went up and trailed over her white spaghetti top, which was tightly hugging her upper body and showing way too much cleavage if she wanted him to stick to their promise. Her breasts were bouncing up and down slightly with every step she took.

Staring at her delicious, creamy flesh made it hard for Logan to focus on the purpose of this exercise.

When she stood inches away from him, he asked her, “And now? You just wobble up and down a bit? Or is this where we have to practice the “lift” already?” Logan cocked his eyebrow and gazed down at her bosom.

“Let’s just stand here first and find the balance, then do the steps a bit. I think in the movie Baby chickens out from the “lift” and honestly, I am glad she does…” Rogue smirked foolishly at Logan.

“Just practise the steps solo first, in a while we will assume the dancing position,” Rogue suited the action to the word and stepped back and forth to practice the steps.

Furtive stares went from Rogue to Logan and she noticed they were returned with the same courtesy. Her eyes lingered on his bare, tanned chest; his muscular pecks were covered with brown, curly chest hair that developed into a thin line running over his abs, only to vanish behind the waistband of his tight, short sweat pants.

Having a great excuse for touching his strapping biceps, Rogue decided she had practiced her steps enough and suggested to take the dancing position again. Logan seemed as eager as she was to comply with her suggestion.

Rogue got hold of his left hand, and Logan placed his right hand on her back after which Rogue placed her hand on his bulging biceps, squeezing it gently as if to reassure her self that it was for real.

In return Logan pushed Rogue forcefully closer to him; surprising her so much it made her loose her balance for a split second.

Threatening to fall down; Logan grabbed her by her tiny waist with both his hands, pulled her tightly toward his chest and struggled to keep his balance at the same time.

“Whoaaaah!”

Rogue felt relieved that Logan’s strong arms were there to catch her; the thought of crashing down a few feet from the tree trunk wasn’t that appealing at all…

“It feels like I’m in my own romantic movie, for crying out loud. This is such a cliché,” Rogue thought as she was “rescued” and pressed firmly against Logan’s chest, who was still trying to recover his balance.

After Rogue had been standing stone still for a while Logan had found his balance and loosened his grip on Rogue, who raised her head and sent him a thankful look accompanied by these words, “Thanks, sugar!”

“You’re welcome, darlin’. Now don’t lose your balance again! Promise?”

“You know what I think? You set the whole thing up, just to pull me close.
“But if you want me to promise you: I promise!” Rogue drawled and batted her eyelashes, acting like a regular damsel in distress, still pressed against Logan’s chest.

“Stop it, Marie. I’m trying very hard to behave like a gentleman here. You set up this whole damn tempting play yourself, not me!”

Logan felt anger rising inside him and that was never a good thing. He backed away from Rogue’s embrace because he didn’t trust himself.

Rogue’s face showed a vibrant red again, as she bit her under lip. She was trespassing on dangerous territory again by blabbing way too much. He was right; she had to admit that humiliated.

“Let’s just head for the lake and practice the “lift”, so we can both cool off. I’m sorry for accusing you, Logan. I appreciate the trouble you’re going through for lil’ ol’ me.” Rogue drawled, looking at her feet.

She turned around on the tree trunk foot by foot, careful not to fall even more this time, because she wasn’t sure whether Logan would be there to catch her in his current state…
She gently walked over the tree trunk holding out her arms horizontally, and before she knew it she had reached the end and her feet safely touched the grass again. She turned around to see how Logan was doing.

Logan had nearly reached the end of the tree trunk, his eyes were closed again to feel one with nature and let his sensitive senses do most of the work. Following Rogue’s scent he walked over the last bit of the tree and all of a sudden his feet touched the grass again. He didn’t open his eyes up just yet to stay in touch with his senses for a while.

Rogue stared at his body and grew impatient, why didn’t he open his eyes? Ah well, it gave her the chance to feast on his tanned torso, muscular biceps and well-built upper legs.
Just as her gaze glad over his body, taking it in inch by inch, Logan opened his eyes.

“Enjoying the view, are ya?” Logan smirked self fulfilled.

“What’s not to enjoy?” Rogue answered sassy.

“If you’re finished drooling, we can go to the lake.”

“I will never be finished drooling over you, but let’s go anyway. Your hot, wet body will be a sight to sore eyes just as well…”

Rogue just couldn’t stop flirting, even though they had promised each other not to go there.

Logan sighed and led the way, shaking his head over her conduct. This was gonna be a long rehearsal and a tremendous strain on his self control…

To be continued…

Hungry Eyes (2/?)

Title: Hungry Eyes
Author: Lady Guinevere
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X3
Characters: Logan & Marie
Word Count: app. 2300
Rating: R
Feedback: Yes please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com.
Summary: Logan keeps his end of the deal after loosing a bet, even if it means having to play “Johnny” in “Dirty Dancing”…
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE!
Genre: Shipperfic
Thanks: to Moonie 666 for the beta!
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t seen X3 yet and don’t want to know how it ends, stop now!
A/N: Any mistakes are still my own, due to editing after beta-ing…


Hungry Eyes, Chapter 2: Decisions

Logan walked over to the mini-fridge in his room and grabbed them both a bottle of water.
Marie caught one of the bottles when he threw it over to her, thankful for both his silence as well as the chance to cool down. Having a break right now was perfect.

She put the bottle opening between her lips and gushed down the cool water, hoping it would take away the colour from her cheeks as well as the burning sensation inside her. Little streams of water ran down her chin, having escaped between the bottle opening and her lips; trailing their way down over her scorching cleavage and then disappearing behind the neckline line of her top.

Watching their path with great curiosity, Wolverine followed the water stream intensely with his eyes, wondering how much further down the drops were streaming… Slowly he got up to his feet, gushing down the contents of his own water bottle in a heart beat and tossing it aside afterwards; never once breaking eye contact with his target.

He prowled over to Rogue who looked alarmed, but stayed put anyway. In front of her he came to a halt, still staring into her curious eyes; then he got hold of her bottle and flung it aside. Its contents spilled all around it, yet the splattering sight was wasted on Wolverine.

His face was so close to hers that she could hear his ragged breathing. Instinctively she took a few steps back, but promptly she bumped into the wall. Fearing what might come; Rogue braced herself, both her hands pressed tightly on to the wall behind her. If her heart rate would go any faster, she’d be dead by the time Logan had reached her.

“Oh my God! What does he want from me?” Her thoughts hardly drowned out the outrageously loud pounding of her heart.

Wolverine approached his victim and sniffed up her scent, which consisted mostly of fear; but he focused on the hint of desire that fully filled up his nostrils, and proceeded. His ears only heard her wildly throbbing heart, which was soon drowned out by his own untamed heart beat.
He stood so close to her that his chest flattened her breasts and his crotch ground into her womanhood. Still locking his predatory stare onto hers, he placed his arms on the wall alongside her head, almost crushing his full weight into her fragile body.

Holding her breath, Rogue shivered all over her body. She had to admit to being terrified; what was Wolverine – she knew this wasn’t Logan anymore - trying to do to her?

His hot breaths were over her face again and when his mouth came close to hers, Rogue had to swallow away a big lump in her throat. His tongue wetted his lips and that was one of the most sensual things Rogue had ever seen, sending sparks of fire throughout her entire body despite the fear that was still consuming her.

Then his tongue approached her lips, gently licking over them; following the path the water stream had taken. Darting over her chin, down her neck and then over her chest. Rogue braced herself against the wall again, although this time she did it to prevent her body from sliding down in utter weakness…

Wolverine tasted the water on Rogue’s salty, glowing skin and darted his tongue further down from her chest; lowering one of his hands in the process which finally created some space between his body and hers. Gratefully Rogue’s longs filled up with long desired air.

Logan pulled down the neckline of Rogue’s top to be able to follow the trace of the water further down between her breasts. His eyes devoured the sight of her black, lace bra embracing her bosom which was heaving with arousal and looked slick from the water streams.

He pushed his ever growing crotch hard into hers, overwhelming Rogue with his masculinity and dominance. His tongue indulged in the sweetness of her skin, tasting its salty dampness and bringing the animal inside him even closer to the surface. He licked over her soft breasts, until his tongue couldn’t continue anymore simply because her bra didn’t expose more to him.

Rogue had closed her eyes and moaned softly at first, but the volume of her moans increased when Wolverine’s tongue found its way down deeper into her cleavage. One of the hands that she had used to thrust herself into the wall found its way to Wolverine’s head and pushed it down to assure the continued contact between his hot, wet lips and her eager breasts.

How an innocent drink of water had lead to this made her wonder, “He’s weird! This is weird! But I’m not complaining, no way!”

His hungry eyes glanced into hers, which were drunk with arousal. He asked her non-verbally if she would let him continue; in advance he had lowered his other arm from the wall and slid both of his immense, eager hands over her waist and under her soft, cotton top, ready to take it off.

Hardly perceived by both of them, a knocking sound suddenly boomed through the room.

“Logan? Are you in there? We’ve got a situation that needs your expertise!”

Sighing and releasing Rogue’s waist, Logan dropped his arms and let his shoulders hang. He was pissed about this disturbance!

Leaving behind a flustered Rogue who almost collapsed from dizziness; Logan turned around and walked to the door, opening it to reveal Storm standing outside.

“What’s the matter?” he sounded hoarse.

Storm looked at Logan and then her stare went right past him, noticing Rogue who was still standing against the wall, looking very hot-headed, “You two look flustered…”

“We were practising the dance for Rogue’s play. Now, what is it?”

“That’s right! How are you doing so far?” An enthusiastic sounding Storm smiled at him.

“Fine, until you came along…” Logan answered with a hint of bitterness, “Again, what is it?”

“Don’t get all grumpy! You can continue later! I wanted to discuss a situation involving one of the students with you. You want to follow me up to my room?”

“You probably won’t stop harassing me until I do, so let’s go.”

Logan turned around and addressed Rogue, “Be right back, kid. Relax for a while.”

He took off and left Rogue who sank down to her knees, then sat down on the floor. Dreamily her hands followed the path Logan’s tongue had just made and she wondered what it was about.

Why had it happened? And, if Storm hadn’t come in, would they have continued? What was next?

Was it just sex to Logan? Wolverine had clearly taken over and she doubted he acted out of love…

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Logan returned before she knew it and Rogue jumped up from her day dreams. She wondered what was gonna happen now…

“Where were we?” Logan sounded distant and walked over to the CD-player again.

He was glad that Storm interrupted them; otherwise he would have devoured Rogue. She wasn’t ready for a man like him to take advantage of her.

Wolverine was an instinctive creature, nothing more, nothing less. As for Logan, he wasn’t sure how he felt about her. She was gorgeous as hell, but she should be with someone younger and steadier. Why wasn’t she chasing after some student instead of hanging out with him?

“I wanted to practice the part where Johnny stands against Baby’s back and trails his hand down her raised arm.” Disappointed and timid Rogue suggested it.

“Fine by me.” Logan sounded very gruff indeed.

Rogue had to face the fact that nothing was gonna happen anymore, nothing that didn’t happen in “Dirty Dancing” anyway…

Logan turned the volume of the CD up and walked over to Rogue again, who told Logan about the scene. After listening to her and remembering the scene from the movie, he stood close behind her, his one hand lingering loosely on her waist while Rogue held her arm up high, on the opposite side.
The feeling of Logan standing so close to her was just too much to bear for her poor, broken heart. She could barely resist him, especially because he had given into her just a few moments ago. “I don’t get him; it just doesn’t make any sense!” she thought.

His hand trailed down her uplifted arm from her wrist right down to her armpit, just like in the movie. And just like in the movie--she didn’t have to act that bit--his hand trailing over her arm pit made her giggle, over and over again.

Logan didn’t have to act either, because just like in the movie, he didn’t laugh back at her and told her to focus and be serious. He was having problems enough focussing him self, all he wanted to do was let his tongue once more trail over the path it had just done and then continue its path over her stunning figure.

He wanted to rip her clothes off and show her how he felt about her, instead of totally suppressing his Wolverine-side for far-sought reasons that had something to do with her age and innocence...

Rogue tried to focus because she didn’t want to invoke Wolverine’s bad side, even after having totally lost all lust for practising. When she thought she heard him moan silently in her neck, she shivered and blamed it on her own imagination.

She gave it her best shot and practiced rolling from and into Logan’s arm horizontally, and the steps that went along with the rest of the dance. Then she had endured all she could take for one day and told Logan she wanted to quit.

“I already suspected you were losing focus,” he replied accusingly.

“Can you blame me after what you did?” Rogue’s eyes sparked with fury.

“Don’t know how that happened. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? What if I want it to happen again?”

“It ain’t gonna happen again, sorry kid. I’ll behave like a gentleman from now on.”

“But you’ve never been a gentleman! Why start now? Afraid my precious little soul can’t take your big bad attitude?” Rogue drawled and gestured wildly.

“Sorta…Yeah. And I am capable of behaving myself, thank you very much.”

“Oh yeah, you just showed that, didn’t ya? Licking up all the water I spilled right down to my breasts, isn’t what *I*call behaving yourself!” Rogue got angrier with every sorry excuse for an answer Logan gave and dared him to say something truthful, honest and passionate for once.

“I could have gone way faster and further, darlin’! DON’T provoke me, you will be sorry!” Logan’s facial expression was grim while he pointed his finger at her chest.

“I won’t be sorry, Logan! Get it through your thick, adamantium skull, will you?! And if it takes a dare to make you go faster and further, consider this a dare! Show me what you’re all about, I’m ready sugar! I have been all along, you just never noticed…”

Logan was dumbstruck; he didn’t know how to resist temptation when it was thrown into his lap this willingly. All the reasons he had thought up for not touching Rogue, seemed to have disappeared like snow before the sun.

She was gorgeous, ready and willing; and not only her words proved it. Her scent invaded his brain, shutting off the thinking parts and allowing Wolverine to take charge again. He didn’t want to think about what was right anymore, he just wanted to taste her and fill her with his growing desire.

There was, however, a little sense left in him and he used it to try and convince Rogue she wasn’t thinking clearly; that he wasn’t the one she wanted, “Marie, you should leave, right now…” His heart wasn’t in it and that made it sound terribly weak.

Despite her arousal, Rogue actually thought about his words for a while. Why did he want her to leave? Wasn’t he interested? She wanted him more than anything, even if it was just a one time fling. She didn’t care.

But it might jeopardize their play if something happened now, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to do this play with anyone else; Logan was a talented dancer, plus the chemistry between them worked magnificent!

“I think you might be right, Logan. Partially. Right now this isn’t a smart thing to do; I want to finish the play with you. But that is the only reason I’m leaving now.” Wanting to smash her head into the wall for making the decision to leave, Rogue gazed into Logan’s hazel eyes and tried to register his feelings. Was he disappointed at all?
She was, thinking about what might have happened…

Logan stared back into Rogue’s eyes, his eyes giving away his passion and disappointment. Disappointment for her decision as well as for his own stupid resolution of giving her the chance to think it through and leave.

But she had a point; if they wanted to finish the play, they couldn’t give in to these superficial feelings of lust, no matter how consuming they were…

Rogue left wondering whether she had made the right decision or was gonna regret this for the rest of her life, while Logan wondered the exact same thing, both haunted by unresolved sexual tension towards each other.

To be continued…

Hungry Eyes (1/?)

Title: Hungry Eyes
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X3
Characters: Logan & Marie
Word Count: 2450
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Pretty please! Send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com.
Summary: Logan keeps his end of the deal after loosing a bet, even if it means having to play “Johnny” in “Dirty Dancing”…
Author: Lady Guinevere
Disclaimer: X-Men belong to Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox, but Logan is MINE! LOL...
Genre: Shipperfic
Thanks: to Moonie666 for the beta-ing! And to Becca for inspiring me with her stories!
Spoiler warning: If you haven’t seen X3 yet and don’t want to know how it ends, stop now!
A/N: Any mistakes are still my own, due to editing after beta-ing…

Hungry Eyes
By Lady Guinevere

It’s been about a year since the burial of Jean, Scott and Xavier. Things have found their way at Xavier’s again with Storm as the new headmistress.
Logan took off shortly after killing Jean; he has been licking his wounds somewhere far from Xavier’s. Recently he has returned and seems his usual, gruff self again.
Rogue still hasn’t gotten her powers back and enjoyed her skin with Bobby for a while; right up until the moment she caught him enjoying Kitty’s skin as well…
To forget her misery she joined her fellow X-Men in their card-games and decided to put on a play, starring her self as the lead actress. Her feelings for Logan flamed up again the moment he returned and gave her a hug…

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Chapter 1: Victory?

“What did you just call your play?” Logan arched his eyebrow at Rogue.

He raised his voice because he thought for sure that he had heard the name of the play wrong.
He figured prancing around the stage, holding a skull and proclaiming: “To be, or not to be, that’s the question!” would have been slightly embarrassing, but nothing his masculinity couldn’t overcome in the end. This, however, sounded like a mud wrestling match…

“You heard me! It’s called “Dirty Dancing”. Never heard of it?” An innocent look accompanied Rogue’s words, trying to calm Logan down, or maybe her self. For inside she was tearing her self up with laughter; Logan’s reaction and the thought of Logan impersonating Johnny were worth millions.

Even if Logan chose not to hold up his end of the deal, this part was more fun already than she remembered ever having at his expense.

“I vaguely recall a movie sounding something like that, but I doubt it’s the one you mean…”
Logan sighed and shook his head. What the hell had he gotten him self into this time?

He couldn’t remember the last time he lost a bet. He couldn’t remember ever loosing a bet, let alone to a chick, for that matter. But he just couldn’t say no to Rogue’s puppy dog eyes and he hated feeling this weak.

“Tell you what,” Rogue slapped a bare hand on his arm, “Why don’t we watch the movie this week, so you can prepare yourself?”

Rogue was actually gloating when she heard Logan murmur something that sounded like a confirmation; she knew she had brought down a great man who rarely experienced defeat.

Who knew that she was this good at playing a card game she had never played before?
Maybe it had been pure luck, but the thrill of finding out that her cards were better than Logan’s, made her scream with enthusiasm. Especially when she realised that she won their bet! Logan was gonna star in her play, alongside her!

“I’ll make you a star, Logan!”

The thought of it still made Logan crumple; he had never before starred in a play and there was a reason for it: he never sought out to be in the spotlight, for the simple motivation that he felt he was being lurked at enough as it was already.

Nevertheless, he was a man of his word; he never ever broke a promise. Even if that promise meant having to star in a play, just to make Rogue happy. Or gloat. Whatever.

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Patrick Swayze’s moves were studied by Logan with interest and growing despair, who was scooting hiss butt closer to the TV, while Rogue lay next to him on her tummy. They were lying on Logan’s bed, and Rogue’s feet were wriggling up in the air as she swooned over the romance developing between Johnny and Baby, probably for the sixty-fifth time or so.

She could just imagine Logan and herself dancing the “dirty” dance, and who knew, maybe Logan would discover that she was an attractive woman as well. She glanced at him sneakily and grinned over the faces he made while he watched Johnny and Baby dance together in the staff dance quarters.

“That ain’t dancing! That’s dry humping!” A disturbed and indignant sounding Logan pointed at the TV, looked at Rogue, turned to the TV again and then his mouth fell open wide with surprise.

Rogue wanted him to dance like that? With her?

Instant sweat beads were formed and quickly trickled down his forehead into the neck of his shirt; he swept them away with the back of his hand. He felt suffocated by his shirt all at once and put his fingers behind the rim, pulling it away from his throat to allow the lump that was suddenly mysteriously stuck in his throat, to be swallowed.

“You don’t think you can do it, sugar?” Drawling, Rogue batted her eyelashes and gave Logan her most innocent smile, nudging her elbow playfully in his side.

His attitude gave his discomfort away, surprising Rogue somewhat. The tugging at his shirt, followed by a look which was both disturbed and bewildered, were the answers he sent to her question.

Logan realised that not being up to the challenge wasn’t behaviour worthy of Wolverine; he had never backed away from anything, especially when it involved women.

He regained his strength and tranquillity and answered; with a smouldering stare and a provocative voice: “Darlin’, I’ll make ya forget all about Johnny, and I promise ya, it’ll be hotter than your wildest dreams!”

Now it was Rogue’s turn to swallow away a lump in her throat that hadn’t been there before.
A blush crept up her cheeks when she pictured Logan and her dancing “dirty”: his hips grinding into her womanhood, his lips trailing down her neck and tasting every inch of her, his hands sliding over her body…

A soft moan escaped her lips; one which apparently was picked up by Logan’s hearing, causing him to arch his eyebrow in a questioning manner.

Rogue tried to cover up her moan, bit her under lip with regret and then blabbed out courageously: “You’re all talk, Logan. We’ll see about it!”

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Her nervously shuffling feet betrayed Rogue’s presence outside Logan’s door; though they did not give away it was her like the way her nervous, familiar and sweet smell did. Logan patiently awaited her knock before he told her she could come in.

“Come in!”

Rogue anxiously opened the door to Logan’s room; she wondered how her mind had deliberated that Logan would be the underdog in her play, since she felt like the victim right now. Practising “dry humping” with Logan, as he referred to it, (thanks for taking the pressure off it, Logan!) had caused her to be nervous as hell, all week long.

She didn’t want Logan to smell her nerves; therefore she tried to think about casual things with great despair, and pushed away the images in her mind that involved Logan and her in some sort of sensual position.

“Hey sugar, ready for some dancing?” Rogue asked Logan lightly.

“Sure thing, darlin’. Been watching the movie a couple of times and listening to the music you gave me. I think I might surprise you!”

Rogue felt like closing the door meant that she had nowhere to run from the dangerous and tempting world she was entering, but she had to keep her end of the deal, just like Logan was doing. No way was she gonna admit defeat! No matter how badly she felt like running, she kept on approaching Logan.

Tight, black jazz pants and a slim, green, spaghetti-top were chosen as her dancing outfit; hopefully enabling her to move easily.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road! Are you sure you wanna go through with it?”
Rogue added mentally: “Because I wanna get the hell of out of here!”

Smelling her fear, Logan knew Rogue was already acting. She expected him to back out, when he could clearly smell her fear and even a hint of arousal…

He hadn’t been quite sure about what to wear, so he put on his grey sweatpants and white tank top. He walked over to the CD-player and inserted the CD of “Dirty Dancing”.

He looked over his shoulder and grinned naughty at Rogue, “Where do you wanna start? Something slow first, to ease into it? Or maybe the more distant stuff, to get more familiar to my body first?”

He just knew the effect his words would have on Rogue, and he loved teasing her with it. Now he was the one to gloat as the scent of her anxiety and arousal penetrated his nostrils like the sweet smell of victory.

A blush flustered Rogue’s cheeks at Logan’s remark; if she didn’t know any better she thought he did it on purpose. Trying to keep her heart rate down, she spoke, “I just thought we’d do the private lessons first, then the rehearsal in the woods and water, followed by some dirty dancing, before the actual grand finale.”

“Fine by me, you’re the boss.”

The first sensuous tones of the song “Hungry eyes” filled the air, killing Rogue softly and making her wonder for her self again,” Why did I have to pick this particular play and why did I want Logan to do the lead?”

Finally not having to worry about her life-sucking skin was one thing, but seemingly she wasn’t in control over her mind and the desires of her body.

She whimpered silently when Logan approached her, sending her a smouldering stare that made her want to curl up and die at the spot.

“Ready, darlin’?”

“For your divine body? Never!” Almost slipping her lips these words would have been the most honest answer, but she wasn’t ready for the impact they might have...

”Guess so…Okay. Stand opposite me and raise your arms.”

Logan did as he was told, and Rogue tugged at his arms to put them in the correct position; the left hand up, holding hers, and the right hand resting gently on her back.
Even though she put his right hand on her back by her self, thus fully prepared for the impact it would have; it still sent a shock wave through her entire body. Triggering thousand of butterflies that had seemingly awaited this particular moment to roam free and cloud up her thoughts.

“Just fucking great…” Almost inaudible to the human ear; the words escaped her lips before she was aware of it, causing Logan’s eyebrow to cock at her.

“Something wrong?”

“No, sugar. It’s nothing. Let’s go on…”

Rogue tried to reassure Logan with a fake smile, but he didn’t buy it. Her scent was telling a whole different story again, a story that appealed more to Logan than dancing lessons.
But her flushed face stopped him from interrogating her, she was obviously troubled enough by her feelings for him.

“Just follow my feet with your own, okay?”

Sweat had begun to break out of all of Rogue’s pores already, but it wasn’t due to the dancing…

She had taken Logan for someone who was new to dancing, but as they took a few steps, Logan quickly took over the lead. Rogue was surprised to say the least; but when one was dancing with a man who didn’t even remember his past, the possibility that he had danced before, was likely of course.

“How…Why…Have you been hiding things from me, Logan?” Rogue’s stuttering question accompanied by her surprised stare couldn’t break Logan’s concentration.

He swayed her over his bedroom floor like he was a fairy tale prince who couldn’t stop dancing, and he loved the feeling! “Guess I was a pretty good dancer in my past…”

Talk about understating! Rogue didn’t know what hit her, but she loved the sensation of gliding around the floor in Logan’s strong arms, feeling light as a feather. The initial feeling of surprise was completely taken over by delight.

Suddenly the music stopped and it was like it broke the spell, Logan stopped dancing and grinned at an enchanted Rogue, “I wonder if I have any more latent talents I don’t know about yet…”

“I can think of a talent that I would like to know about…” Rogue murmured.

Realising too late that Logan undoubtedly heard that remark; her cheeks immediately demonstrated a bright and vibrant red and embarrassment made her let out another soft whisper, “Damn…”

A devilish smirk spread over Logan’s face; if he had any doubts in the past about Rogue’s feelings for him, it was now pretty clear to him what effect he had on her …

Begging eyes filled with hurt looked up to Logan.

Begging; because she didn’t want him to react verbally to her statement and embarrass her even more…?

Or begging; because she wanted him to show her that particular talent he just knew she was referring to…?

Logan decided he was better off not taking any chances here to prevent both of them from further embarrassment; even though he was positive she wanted him. He could smell it all over her; so much even it was getting harder for him to focus…

The tension was too much to bear for Rogue; “Hellooohooo! I’m hanging on the line here!” she thought, “I obviously gotta help him out here…”

“Please, Logan, forget I ever said that. No matter how embarrassing this is…”

Logan truly felt sorry for her; since she had led a life without her mutated skin, her hormones had taken over. Or so it seemed…

He suddenly felt an urge to hug her, strangely enough. Logan never hugged. Wolverine principally never hugged. He wanted to wallow in her luring, intoxicating smell. He wanted to loose him self in her desire and arousal for him, to become one with her scent…

But her innocent eyes still begged his feral, darkened eyes. Begged him; for what, he still didn’t understand…

With the greatest strain Logan tamed Wolverine with the promise that he would fulfil his longings another time, not just now. Lurking in the shadows, ready to jump his prey at the first chance he would get, Wolverine waited. Anxiously.

To be continued…

Erotic Party Vibes

Rating: NC-17
Continuity: X1 or 2, doesn’t really matter.
Pairing: Logan and Marie (mostly…)
Genre: PWP, though there’s a little plot and a little humour as well, I hope…

A/N: I apologise on forehand because it seems the sole purpose of this story is to get Logan and Marie to do “the wild thing”. Again. Sigh…
This story was inspired by pictures and stories of a friend of mine, who is a frequent visitor at parties like this.

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“Where do you two think you’re going?”

Logan quickly turned around to ask Marie and Jubilee this question when he saw them flash by in the hallway. He heard the footsteps coming to a halt and Marie’s voice hissed a nearly audible:” shit…”

“To a party?” Marie smiled innocently at Logan. She was holding her cloak conscientiously close to her body.

“You know you’re not supposed to go out anymore.”

Logan looked at Marie and Jubilee suspiciously. They were hiding something from him. It was a hot summer day and they were dressed in their thick, long coats. He could smell they were hiding something. He walked over to them and stopped dead in front of Marie.

“What are you hiding under your cloak, Rogue?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Just my party outfit, Logan…” Marie sounded too innocent and looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

Logan couldn’t contain himself; he knew something was up, so he got hold of her cloak. He swung both halves to the sides and the secret was revealed. He had to process the image first and then swallow away a big lump in his throat.

“Oh no! You’re not going anywhere dressed like that!” He sounded very persistent.

She was wearing a very short black net-dress; it barely fell over her panties, which were black too. He could tell this, because her panties were very visible through the threads that were supposed to be a dress. Her breasts were perfect, luscious and creamy, but most importantly, they weren’t tucked away in a bra. She had some sort of heart-shaped, skin-coloured stickers which were barely covering up her nipples. Logan’s mouth was getting dry again. It fell open and he was just gazing at her.

Ever since Marie had gotten control over her powers, her outfits were becoming more and more revealing. Normally he didn’t mind. In fact, he feasted his eyes hungrily on her ever maturing womanhood with oh so much pleasure, but this was just too much. She practically gave him a heart attack…

“Does the drooling mean you like it?” Marie asked Logan dryly, putting her hands in her waist, staring at him provocatively.

“What?”

“I’m sorry, Rogue. What does Bobby think about this? Did he see you? You do understand I can’t let you go out like this, every man at that party will be staring at you the way I just demonstrated.” Logan tried to safe his face a little.

“I dumped Bobby a while ago, he was too boring. And don’t worry, Logan, everybody will be dressed like this! It’s an erotic party, you see!” Marie sounded very enthusiastic when she uttered her last sentence.

Logan just couldn’t stop staring at her and his mind was blank. He couldn’t think of anything meaningful to say. Sinful things to say were popping up plenty in his head, but meaningful?!

“Logan, we’ve already bought tickets! They were very expensive! You have to let us go! You’re the coolest teacher at Xavier’s; surely you wouldn’t tell on us, would you?” Jubilee pleaded with him and tried to flatter his ego. She gave him her puppy dog look as well.

“My answer is final! You two are not going anywhere!” Logan stood his ground.

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“Sinners Island?! Who thinks of these names?” Logan let out his frustrations loudly. He felt like he had landed in the middle of a cheap porn movie.

He was standing in line with Marie and Jubilee to enter the party. How did he get himself into this? No, how did they get him into this? They talked him into coming with them, since he wouldn’t let them go. He only gave in to make sure they would be safe.

Marie and Jubilee were taking pictures of each other and of him, while posing in the weirdest ways. Logan sighed and shook his head.

Incredibly loud bass music was coming from inside the building. He was surrounded by scarcely dressed people, he felt like he was in the middle of some freak show. His worst nightmares seemed appealing right now. He really didn’t want to be here…

He was coming closer to the guy who checked the tickets. Marie and Jubilee were already standing over there and they were talking and giggling excitedly. They showed their tickets to the guy, who let them through, and then they just opened up their coats and flashed themselves to a woman standing next to him! What the fuck was that about?

“The door bitch has to check if our outfits are okay, otherwise we can’t come in!” Marie shouted at Logan, gave him an excited smile and then walked inside.

Logan had been a bit worried about this moment, and now it was here. He had to show his ticket. He didn’t have a ticket, of course.

“Sir? Your ticket, please.” The man at the door looked at Logan and held out his hand.

Logan seized the man by his jacket and held him close to his face. He hissed at him through his teeth:
” Listen, bub! I have to get in! Those two girls you just let in? They’re under age and I’m responsible for them!”
They actually were adults already, but he hoped that this would open up the door for him.

“That’s not my problem, now is it… If you don’t have a ticket you can just buy one. Save yourself a lot of trouble.” The guy stayed very polite, but signalled two guys who looked like oversized gorillas.

Logan let go of the man and mumbled something that sounded like an apology, he grabbed his wallet and held it up. The two gorillas were still looking at him predatory.

“How much?” He asked, looking down and feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Thirty dollars”, the guy said to him.

“How much???? That’s just un-fucking-believable…” Logan grabbed thirty box from his wallet, seized the ticket the man gave him and walked further. Then the woman whom Marie had just referred to as “the doorbitch” stopped him.

‘Oh no, here we go again...’ Logan thought. He unzipped his leather jacket and showed her his white tank top, looking bored.

‘I’m sorry sir; you have to do something about that. This is an erotic party, that won’t do…”

Logan violently ripped his top from his chest and dangled it in front of the woman’s face.

“Erotic enough for ya?” he was fed up with this game, already. The music began to pound louder and louder, and his first instincts were to turn around and run, but he had to go in there to check on Marie. And Jubilee, of course.

“Jeez, what’s your problem? Please, just get out of my sight…” the doorbitch pushed Logan aside and got on with her work.

“Logan! Logan! Over here!” Marie was just done taking another picture of Jubilee and shouted at him and waved.

She pointed at him, giggled and then whispered something to Jubilee. Normally Logan would have been able to hear it, but there was so much talking and the music was so fucking loud, he couldn’t make it out.

He walked over to the both of them and gave them another look.
Jubilee was wearing a tight, short skirt, in yellow of course. Above it she was wearing what appeared to be a bikini top, consisting of two yellow triangles held together by a few strings. For Christ’s sake…
Then his eyes went over Marie’s outfit again. Her breasts were provoking him through her net-dress, and so was her stare…

‘Logan? You should leave your jacket here, ours are hanging here already.”

Marie gave him a’ look’, which made him shiver. An intense stare which pierced right through him. Her innocence seemed to have been lost completely now.
Come to think of it, she gave him more looks like that lately. An if-you-want-me-come-and-get-me-look is he what he liked to call it.
He wasn’t sure about it though. What if it was just his imagination?

Logan reluctantly gave up his jacket to some guy behind the counter, after taking out his cigars first. The guy gave him a receipt and Logan turned around to follow Marie and Jubilee.
He looked at Marie’s backside; she looked so curvy and soft. Her panties turned out to be nothing more than a thong, showing off her incredibly perfect, creamy and slightly bouncing butt.

Logan rubbed his hand over his face and thought to himself that this was gonna be a rough night…

The three of them entered a large hall, which was decorated in the style of an island. There were palm trees all over the place, sand on the floor; there even was a pool in which a boot was floating.
The smell of sweat, alcohol, smoke, perfume and even lust penetrated his nostrils. All those scarcely dressed people had found their way in too, and many of them were turning their heads to look at Marie, Jubilee and himself when they passed by.
Just fucking great. Logan was gonna have a busy time keeping everyone at a safe distance.

The music was pounding loud and wild, it wasn’t the kind of music he normally enjoyed. The bass was trembling through his body, he wondered again how he was gonna get through this night. He sighed. He watched a girl walk by dressed in a reed skirt with two coconuts covering up her breasts. Mmmm, he wouldn’t mind sucking the milk out of those coconuts…

“Logan? We’re getting drinks. You want some?” Marie asked, waking him from his erotic day dream.

“Beer! Heaps! And fast please. Put me out of my misery…” Logan grumbled at her.

Marie and Jubilee walked over to a bar and ordered their drinks. They were talking to a couple of guys, who couldn’t stop staring at them. When they returned with their drinks, very girlish, pink looking and umbrellad cocktails, the guys were tagging along. Great.

Marie handed Logan his beer. He gratefully accepted it and emptied it in one sip. He was leaning nonchalant at some palm tree, eyeing the guys. Hoping his stare would scare them off. But they were too busy to look at him.

“Logan? We’re gonna go dance over there! You wanna join us?” Marie was moving closer to him and swaying to the beat already, he could see her eyes moving over his chest, all the way down to his pants.

“That is almost the most erotic outfit I have ever seen…” Marie bit her lip, looking at Logan.

‘Yeah, kid? So, what’s the most erotic outfit you have seen then?” Logan asked her teasingly.

“Mine, of course.” Marie answered cocky and turned around, showing him her curvy body and perfect ass again, as she danced away. She was quite right, Logan thought to himself, feeling tantalized. She danced further away from him, Jubilee and the guys tagged along.

Logan grinned to himself and thought she was a sassy one, that Marie. He liked that in a woman. He watched her, Jubilee and the guys start to dance. Wow! Those two girls had some moves…
They were taking pictures of each other again, posing in funny and sassy positions, and dancing. They were moving to the beat, showing off their tight, perfect bodies. Wriggling and turning, swaying their hips. Marie was facing him and kept looking at him. Like she didn’t see anyone else and was just dancing for him. She gave him some sultry looks, and winked him to join her. The guys were dancing around them, but Marie hardly looked at them.

Logan just stayed put, he didn’t accept her invitation. He hated dancing. He enjoyed their little show; the evening wasn’t half as bad as he thought it would be. He took a cigar from his jeans pocket and lit it. He delighted in smoking it, all the while staring at Marie. She still gave him sultry looks; her eyes seemed to be lit by some passion rising inside of her. He could smell her arousal a mile away. Logan wasn’t sure if it was his doing or the music’s, but he decided to play along a little.

He let his hand wander over his broad chest, his fingers going in circles through his curly chest hair, wandering over his nipples.
Marie was staring even more intensely while her dancing seemed to become more passionate by the minute. Her hands were gliding down her sides, wandering closely near her breasts and trailing down over her dress. She looked consumed by flames of lust.

Still staring at Logan, she suddenly decided to give one of the guys a chance and started dancing toward him, moving up and down against his body, his hands embracing her, trailing over her body, starting innocently, but becoming more provocative as time passed.

Logan kept caressing his own chest, his fingers trailed down the line of hair that lead to his belly button and from there on further down, to stop just above the rim of his jeans. Was she teasing him with that guy? He felt some weird possessiveness for her rise in his body…

Now Marie was starting to dance away from the guy and closer to Jubilee; she wrapped her arm around Jubilee’s waist and moved her hips along with those of Jubes, who didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Jubilee came closer to Marie and danced around her.
Marie was still facing Logan, who looked at her incredibly hungry, then Jubilee was dancing against her backside, her hands were trailing over Marie’s body. Marie held her hands up high, swaying her hips and Jubilee’s hands were gliding down her arms, stroking her sides, barely touching her breasts. Sliding down further over her belly, over her thighs and then disappearing to her back again.

Logan’s touching himself suddenly wasn’t for teasing Marie anymore, because watching them set him on fire. He had put out his cigar because he was scared that he would accidentally poke it in his chest. His hands were trailing over his body eagerly, and were stimulating even more tension flowing through his body. Damn, how he wished he was Jubilee right now…

Marie was now dancing around Jubilee, putting her arm around Jubes’ waist and moving her hips at Jubes’ backside. She cast Logan a long sensual look before her lips tenderly kissed Jubilee’s neck. Her tongue was moving in circles up Jubilee’s neck, on to her face and then Jubilee turned her head towards Marie’s to kiss her full on the lips. Their lips were touching and tasting each other, their hands were caressing. Their tongues played with one another, first slowly and gently, then rougher and more intense.

Logan thought he was gonna burst, he had seldom witnessed such an erotic sight, and he was trying really hard to stay put. All he wanted to do was run over to Marie, rip her clothes from her body and thrust himself between her thighs. He wanted to own her.

But he couldn’t and he wouldn’t. For all he knew she was just toying with him. He wasn’t gonna make an ass out of himself.
The guys had backed off a little, watching Marie and Jubilee with shock and lust at the same time. Marie was still dancing close to Jubilee, caressing her and kissing her. Meanwhile she looked at Logan; she beckoned him to come closer.

Was he seeing things? She beckoned him?

Logan slowly got up, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer and he walked over to Marie and Jubilee. Their kissing had ceased and they were entangling themselves little by little. Logan stared hungry at Marie.
When he was close enough, he came up from behind her, and pressed his body against hers. She smelled of passion and he loved it. She moaned a bit, when he pushed his crotch hard at her butt. She put up her arms and moved her butt against his crotch, swaying her hips, driving him even crazier with lust.

Jubilee took a picture, blinding both of them. Logan hated having his picture taken, if he wasn’t too busy with Marie, he would have smashed her fucking camera. So he just growled at Jubilee instead, who was backing off a little and witnessed the whole thing, still dancing provocative. She wasn’t alone for long though, the guys they had danced with before, came up to her again and answered her provocative dance gladly.

Logan’s hands were trailing down Marie’s arms; his lips were in her neck, breathing hard with arousal. He whispered in her ear, while his lips softly brushed over it: “You’re mine, Marie!”

This made Marie moan even harder. Logan’s hands were trailing over her breasts, holding them in his hands, massaging them, and trying to rub her nipples under the stickers with his thumbs. He desired her so much, he was on fire. His manhood was throbbing and needed to be relieved real soon, or Logan was afraid it would burst.
His hands trailed down further, over her panties, over her thighs, lifting up her dress-thingy slightly. He pressed himself even harder against her now bare butt.
Well, technically there was still a string running through her buttocks, but he could hold them in his hands now. It drove him mad with passion.
His lips started kissing her neck, sucking it hard, making Marie moan and wriggle against him some more.
He couldn’t keep this up anymore, so he turned her around in one move and kissed her hard and hungry. He devoured her with his lips and tongue, kissing her, licking her, and sucking her, even biting her.

He stopped for a moment and panted hoarsely in her face:” You’re coming with me. Now!”

Logan pushed her out before him and Marie grabbed him by the hand and ran over the dance floor, through the hall, passing the wardrobe, until they were standing outside again. She led him around the building, into some deserted alley, lit scarcely by a half working street light.

“And now what?” Marie looked deep in his hazel eyes, provoking him, showing him her burning desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Logan kissed her demanding, pushing her hard against a brick wall.

They kissed hot and hungry for a while, but then Logan turned her around roughly, pushing her against the wall, facing it now. His hands found her breasts again, and caressed them, ripping of the stickers that covered up her nipples, so he could harden them.
Then his hands lifted up her dress, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. One of his claws darted out between his knuckles. He wanted to rip her panties in half, but heard Marie scream:” Logan! No! I have to wear something when we go back inside, sugar…”
He retracted his claw with a grunt and felt like a kid who was denied a delicious cookie.

So he did the next best thing and just sank his teeth into her panties, pulling them down her legs. He pushed his hands between her legs, commanding them to open up for him. He felt her swollen nub and fingered it, making Marie moan and throw her head in her neck. His fingers found her insides, discovering that they were very wet and willing. He thrust his fingers in, making Marie wriggle around them so she was able to feel all she could feel.

He removed his fingers from her and then grabbed hold of his manhood, hard and throbbing. He led it between her thighs and thrust it hard inside her, hearing Marie yelp.
He growled with passion and relief, finally he was inside of her. He needed little time before the tingling feeling that announced his orgasm raged through his body, making him forget time and space. Just the sweet smell of a willing and sweating Marie penetrated his nostrils.

He felt Marie tighten and contract, while she was gasping and panting. That was enough to make him go over the edge himself, he felt the climax inside him rise and wash over him like a wave of sheer bliss and forgetfulness. He groaned and screamed out Marie’s name.
The feeling ebbed away slowly and he nearly collapsed because of all the power it had drained from him. But within seconds his healing abilities kicked in and he felt as good as new.

He wrapped his arms around Marie’s waist and pulled her closer to him, grunting in a husky voice:” Told you you’re mine, darlin’.”

Marie nestled in his embrace and purred like a kitten, she replied confidently with her southern drawl:” I knew it all along, sugar. I was just waiting for you to get it through that thick, adamantium skull of yours.” She grinned.

The End

There's a fire burning (14/14)

Rating: NC-17

A/N: So, this is the final chapter! Hope you liked it! Let me know what you liked or disliked, you can send it to mandycooldragon at hotmail dot com. Enjoy!

“I think I love you, Marie. Always have…” Logan fell silent after his confession.

Marie had to process his words. “Did Logan just tell me that he loves me? And always has?”

Logan? Wolverine?

“This is probably the part where I wake up”, she thought bitterly.

She turned around in Logan’s lap, facing him now. His eyes, ever so open yet uncertain at the same time, bore deep into hers. She felt a fuzzy and nervous sensation taking over her body.

“Did you just say what I thought I heard you say?” Marie asked him hesitant.

“I told you, don’t make me repeat it. You weren’t dreaming, I did tell you that stuff, yeah.”

“I love you too, Logan. Always have, and always will.” Marie didn’t care about sounding corny. She looked in his eyes; they seemed so vulnerable right now. She knew Logan didn’t bare his soul easy. Or give away his heart, for that matter. She was so grateful that he gave it to her!

However, she knew that the best way to react was by getting past this touchy subject and letting Logan do something he was good at. Great, as a matter of fact. So she made a suggestion, hoping he’d like it, “I believe I still owe you a shower?” She grinned naughty at Logan.

She got up from his lap, locked on to his stare and unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, slowly. Showing more skin with every button that opened up and revealing her cleavage, inch by inch, making him hungry for more.
She sensually slid the blouse of her shoulders but then hesitated for a moment, like a shy schoolgirl who was about to show herself to a man for the first time.

Though – unfortunately - that wasn’t far from the truth…she continued with the certainty of a femme fatale, encouraged by Logan’s devouring, mouldering stare onto her body.
Either she did the undressing or he would do it himself, judging by the sight of him practically undressing her with his eyes; which made Marie’s body glow with desire for him.

Finally she stood before him wearing only her bra, a mini skirt and her knee high black leather boots. (Not having to worry about her skin finally gave her the opportunity to dress more daring!)
She teased him by touching her breasts and cupping them in her hands. She let her fingers follow the lines of her bra, and then let them slip just underneath the cloth where she touched her nipples, which reacted immediately by getting hard and pointing provocatively at Logan.

Logan was fascinated by Marie’s seduction, and he was so glad she didn’t want to talk about their feelings. Ugh…

Right now his mind was on one thing only: seeing Marie naked. He enjoyed her striptease and felt a fire burning within him, consuming his insides. His hands were itching to touch her perfect skin, to squeeze her buttocks and drive his erection inside her young and tight wetness, but he wanted to wait. Just a little bit longer...

Marie’s hands were at her back, snapping open her bra. She held it pressed to her breasts a little longer, just for teasing. Logan looked so hungry at her, she was surprised he had this much control to stay put and just look at her. It gave her confidence to go on with her little performance, because she had felt a little insecure. “Am I turning him on? Am I beautiful enough?” were questions that kept her busy.
Judging by Logan’s hands, which were gripping the armrests so tight his knuckles were turning white, she thought she was doing alright…

She tossed away her bra in his direction; Logan caught it and inhaled her scent eagerly. “That’s so fucking arousing!” Marie swooned in her head, getting hotter and hotter by the second…

Logan flung the bra behind the chair and he watched Marie as she held her hands in front of her breasts. Her hands weren’t big enough to cover them up; her breasts were oozing out from under her hands in all directions.
She lowered her hands and trailed over her belly, making them follow the rim of her skirt. She put one hand under her skirt, sliding it between her skirt and her belly, and Logan watched it go down as it apparently touched her womanhood. She closed her eyes and sighed, Logan thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her hand moving up and down, apparently stroking herself.

He had trouble retaining himself; the fire inside of him was already consuming his brain. Thinking wasn’t an option anymore, just following his instincts.
His brain had been taken over by Marie’s smell. The scent of her sweetness, arousal and willing womanhood numbed his mind; it streamed through his veins like it was the blood pumping around which he desperately needed to keep him alive.

Marie watched as Logan lost his inner battle and got up from his chair to walk over to her. He stopped in front of her, looked her in the eye and then practically threw himself at her. His lips kissed hers hungrily, like he had never before tasted anything this good.
His hands roamed over her body, his thumbs slid over her nipples, hardening them again. Marie moaned. His hands trailed down her body, over her skirt; leaving scorched skin wherever they went. He reached the lower rim of her skirt and his hands slid under there, expecting to find her panties, probably so he could rip them off. She laughed to herself, she wasn’t wearing any...

Logan backed away from Marie and smirking naughty he raised his eyebrow,” You planned this all along, didn’t you, darlin’?”

Marie wanted to give Logan a clever response, but he didn’t await her answer. He pressed his lips on hers again, thrusting his tongue between those sweet, full lips and tasted her. He walked back to the chair holding Marie’s hands, all the while kissing her; hot and demanding. He bumped into the seat and that was his cue.

He broke off their kiss and looked at Marie. He lowered himself into the seat still holding on to Marie’s hands. He then let go of her hands and slid his own hands over her arms, down to her slim waist. He pulled her over his lap; still drowning in his own arousal as well as her scent and the depths of her eyes.

Marie moved closer to Logan willing to fulfil both their desires. Her hormones were raging through her like crazy. Logan’s hands were drawing her near by her waist, the hungry look in his eyes made her melt. She put one knee beside Logan’s leg and moved her other knee next to his other leg. She was still wearing her knee high boots as she sat down on his lap; with her bare womanhood resting on the denim she felt his hot erection poke through his jeans.

His hands started to wander from her waist up, and gave her skin goose bumps wherever they trailed. She reached out her own hands and cupped his face in them, pulling him near her own face. She kissed him gently, let her lips slide over his lips, making them tingle because of all the nerves that reacted. She brushed her lips over his side burns, over his cheeks, all over his face.

Logan’s lips needed to indulge in her sweetness, they needed to taste her. He wanted to devour her with every inch of his body. Craving he found her lips again, immediately letting his tongue take over and enjoy most of the tasting. Marie answered his passion by letting her tongue play a dazzling game with his.

Logan felt Marie’s hands trail over his shirt. She got hold of the two shirt halves and ripped them apart, causing every button on it to jump away.
He was taken by surprise and backed away startled but aroused beyond believe, causing his heart to pound so loud it nearly burst out of his chest. “Wow, darlin’! What’s gotten into you?”

Marie couldn’t help herself; she had to smile very wicked when she heard Logan’s reply and looked at the expression on his face. He had enjoyed her little action, judging by the heaving of his broad chest. She smiled even harder when she thought that this chest was hers, from now on…
His ever growing bulge pressing against her naked womanhood was another sign of his arousal. A sign that set her even more on fire, she felt her insides got more willing and craving for Logan by the second.

She slid his shirt of his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested. Taking in the view she let her hands trail over his chest as well as his muscled biceps and triceps; driving her further into arousal. Her hands slid down his abs, then over the thin line of hair that disappeared behind his jeans.

Her hands stopped at his buckle; she paused for a moment letting the reality of the moment sink in. Finally she got to unbuckle the smug Indian; she had had many a fantasy about trespassing the Indian’s domain. It was like entering a high-security prison and visiting one of its best protected inhabitants. It made her feel a little like doing something evil and forbidden everybody secretly longed to do.

Logan looked down at Marie’s hands unbuckling him and groaned with pleasure. Finally she was unbuckling the Indian; he’d fantasized about her little hands on his belt so many times he couldn’t believe it was actually true this time. He was more than ready for her; his erection was craving for relieve.
Marie unbuttoned him and pushed his jeans as far down over his hips as she could.
Logan willingly cooperated and lifted his butt from the chair, watching her hands push down his jeans, thus unleashing his erection from its denim prison. He caught Marie’s stare at his erection now roaming around free without any underwear to tame it.

She laughed wickedly, “You planned this all along, didn’t you, sugar?”

Marie still kneeled over his lap and tried to slide down his jeans completely. Logan watched her as she jerked on his jeans and grunted. She finally got the jeans over his knees, and then turned around to push them further down. Marie faced the jeans that hung around his ankles, stuck on his boots; when she felt Logan’s fingers trailing over the inside of her thigh.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed their scorching path but she tried to focus on what she was doing.
She lay down a little further, and pulled of his boots one by one. She threw them away and then pushed his jeans over his ankles, picking his feet up one by one and releasing them from the jeans surrounding them.

Logan was thoroughly enjoying his view. Marie was wriggling on his lap; her face was near his feet as she was freeing him of his jeans. Her knees were knelt on either side next to his lap; her black leather boots were surrounding his upper legs. Her butt was standing up and her skirt barely covered it up.
Logan led his fingers under her skirt, over her thighs, causing Marie to freeze for a second. He felt her jerk his boots off and watched her throw them away. She led his feet through his jeans and then she took off his socks. She paused for a moment.

Logan led his fingers up her thigh, till they touched her pubic hairs. His fingers trailed through her hairs, following the path they led, to her insides. He touched her insides, so wet and so willing it made him growl and long for her even more. He thrust his fingers inside her and Marie moaned, still laying face down on his ankles. Her most intimate scent fulfilled him and he eagerly inhaled it, driving him crazy.

Suddenly a flash of pain shot through Logan’s ankles. He growled loud and looked down at Marie. "She bit my fucking ankles!" he thought incredulous.

“Sorry, sugar. Just smothering my screaming a bit…” Marie drawled in her southern accent.

She turned her head to look at Logan’s shocked face and she couldn’t help herself again; she had to grin. Her southern accent was very present again; she caught herself doing that whenever she was aroused, or was in the process of seducing someone. Or to get what she wanted in other areas as well.

Logan couldn’t stay mad at her for long; he grinned back wickedly and looked hungry for some of that southern Belle.

Marie stuck out her hands to the floor and lifted her knees from both sides of the chair, in the mean time providing Logan with more view up her skirt. She got up and stood before him, staring at him provocative.
She looked up and down his body, starting at his face. His eyes looked dark with passion, his lips were full and red from arousal, and his chest was still heaving up and down, like he had just run a marathon. His abs were partly covered up by the hair that led down to his erection, surrounding it like a protective wall.

She put her knees on either side of Logan’s lap, still wearing her skirt; and surrounded him with her black boots. She felt her own heart racing like a maniac; her breasts were so eager for his touch, she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts just like that. She moaned and let go of his hands, who were massaging her breasts now, making her head grow blurrier by the moment.

Logan was aroused even more by Marie’s demanding and controlling attitude. Her black, leather boots touching his upper legs were driving him crazy as well. He grabbed her breasts and couldn’t get enough of them, he had to taste them. He led his mouth to them and caressed them one by one with his tongue, licking, circling; getting closer and closer to her nipples.

When his lips had reached her nipple, his mouth enclosed it and sucked it, playing with it until it was hard again. Marie moaned and sighed harder and harder.
He let one hand be busy with her breasts, while his tongue joined in the game. He used his free hand to pull Marie nearer to him. He grabbed hold of his erection and had to let go of Marie’s breast to guide her womanhood over it.

She sat down slowly; his erection was nudging against her womanhood. He got hold of his erection and led it gently inside her, inch by inch. Marie groaned and made funny faces. He couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure.

Feeling her tight, wet and soft insides surrounding his erection felt so damn good...
“Ooooh, Marie! You feel so fucking great!”

Marie was experiencing some pain and she bit her lip to prevent her from screaming. Logan’s erection was coming deeper inside her; slowly and teasingly. She wanted to cry it out, it felt so good, so tight. Finally he was inside her with all of his length, when she felt his hands grabbing her buttocks tightly under her skirt.

Logan grinded his teeth and forced himself deeper in her with every thrust. And with every thrust Marie was loosing more senses, dwelling away further in ecstasy, feeling a climax rising inside of her. Washing over her gently at first, then intensifying.
Logan kept on thrusting and the feeling became clearer, leaving her in another world, taking her over completely. Then, she exploded; the feeling started in her womanhood, and spread all through her body.

She sort of whimpered, “Logan!” and her hands trailed over her body, squeezing her breasts, and pulling her nipples.

Logan thrust himself inside Marie, deeper, harder and faster. He groaned and kept on jerking Marie’s butt in the movement he desired from her. He felt her inside muscles contract around his erection and she screamed his name. She touched her breasts and pulled her nipples and Logan couldn’t stop himself when he saw that. He roughly kissed her nipples, bit them, gently at first, then more hungry. Marie screamed even louder and wilder.

Logan felt his climax beginning to build too, he was consumed by the burning, numbing feeling that started in his erection, then spread quickly through his loins and then through the rest of his body.
The feeling of pleasure intensified with each thrust until Logan had reached the ultimate feeling of bliss and screamed out, “Ooooh, yeah, Marie! I love you!”

He felt the feeling ripple away slowly, the shocking of his body became quiet again and he returned to earth again. He watched Marie who was watching him. He felt totally relaxed after all of his muscles tightened at first, and he sort of collapsed from the intensity of the orgasm. He breathed heavy, and tried to calm down his heart rate by lying down still.
He pulled Marie closer to him and held her tight. He felt intensely happy.

Marie smirked a little, she was glad Logan was holding her so tight; her head was resting on his shoulder. She didn’t want to make fun of him, but she couldn’t stop giggling.

He had said it again, only half an hour after he told her he would never say it again. Her grin would probably stay on her face for the rest of her life, but she didn’t care.
He loved her. Not once, not twice, but every time they had had sex…

She had to find a reason to justify her giggling, so she thought of the remark that had started this in the first place.

“Logan?” Marie lifted her head from his shoulder and backed away to look him in his eyes, her hand lying possessively on his gorgeous chest. “We still didn’t shower together…”

Logan raised his eyebrow at her giggling, but then he returned her wicked smirk.
His healing abilities were kicking in; as far as he was concerned they could continue this in the shower right now…

He scooped Marie up from his bed and carried her to the shower.

“Let’s finally shower together then, damned!”

The End

There's afire burning (13/14)

Rating: PG 13

Jubilee rambled on like no one would ever be able to cut in, but she seemed to stop talking just as sudden as she had started to do so. She was so happy she finally saw her friend again; she really missed Rogue! She hugged her and Rogue hugged her back in return; thus confirming her skin was still safe to be around.

“I missed you too! And yes, I have loads to tell you!” Marie was glad they ran into Jubes, she really wanted to share all her thoughts with a friend right now.

Logan sighed and shifted his feet impatiently. Marie thought he just had to wait for her. From now on they would be able to do “it” loads of times anyway, so he just had to entertain himself for a while.

“Logan? I really wanna talk to Jubes first, is that okay?” Marie pouted her lips at Logan.

“Whatever. Suit yourself. I’ll be in my room, if you want me,” Logan emphasized the word ‘want’ so much, he hoped Marie would get the message. Women…

He walked into his room and slammed the door, leaving Jubes to look at Rogue inquisitively.
“Now what was that all about? Did you two do it?” Jubilee whispered the last question; she knew the walls had ears at Xavier’s.

“Let’s go to our room, Jubes. We can talk a little more private over there,” Marie seized her friend’s arm and together they walked up to their room. They entered it and walked to their beds.

“Now spill, chica!” Jubes plopped down on her bed and put her hands under her face, waiting for the juicy details. Rogue sat down opposite her.

“Well…Let’s see…” Rogue had to recollect her memory, to figure out where to start.

“I just came from the infirmary and my skin will still be like this for a week. But there are ampoules of the substance to change my mutant cells into normal cells. Twenty five for now, but maybe more in the future. The ampoules will work for three hours, so they’re good…”

“When you wanna get it on with Logan. Right?” Jubes interrupted her friend,
“Get to the juicy parts first, Rogue!”

Rogue flushed a little when she thought back about it and replied in a shy manner,
”Okay, we did it…”

“I knew it! How was it? Is he any good? Does he have a big one?”

“It was great. We fought a lot too, but maybe that made it even better. And yes, he is very good in bed. I think he’s got a big one, but I don’t have a lot to compare…”

“Wow, Rogue. I knew you two would end up together. Has he told you he loved you yet?”

“Not exactly. He doesn’t know how he feels about me, but I gave him time to sort it out. With someone like Wolverine you probably shouldn’t expect too much, but I do think I saw him look at me with a special look in his eyes.”

“This is just incredible, Rogue! If you ask me, he does love you; he has always looked at you in a special way. You two are connected, it makes sense he feels that way about you.
"So, what’s going to happen next? You keep this a secret?”

“Well…I think Xavier knows. He implied it with a look. How could he not know it, he keeps on eavesdropping in everyone’s heads all the time. But he didn’t say anything about it, so…”

“You just have to ask Logan if he wants it all over Xavier’s or not. However, I do think you can’t keep the secret very long, because I think Logan isn’t the quiet type in the bedroom, or am I wrong?” Jubes grinned naughty.

“No, you’re right! He’s an animal in every way…” Rogue blushed. Not just because she thought of the sex they had, but also because of the mark she was still bearing on her wrist; the bruise that showed just how possessive he really was...

“Damn, chica. You’re making me hot just thinking about it!”

“What about you and Piotr then?”

“Ooooh…That’s going fine, just fine!” Jubes smiled and dreamed away.

“Well, tell me!”

“We kissed and hung out and he said he really likes me. I just love being with him and he can’t get enough of me either. But we’re not rushing things, just taking it slow.
“I’m seeing him again tonight; we’re going for a walk in the gardens. He is so great, so romantic, and that body of his…” Jubes put one finger on her butt and made a sizzling sound. She giggled.

Rogue joined her giggling and felt glad to have a good friend like Jubes to confide in.

“So, coming back to your skin-thing, your current state will last one more week and after that you can just shut your powers off by drinking on of those twenty five ampoules? With Logan they probably won’t last you over a week!”

“The professor has to call someone- he’s probably doing it right now- to ask if he can get more of the substance. Apparently it’s alien or something.”

“Wow! So you will be part alien, when you think of it?!”

Rogue had never thought about it that way, but now Jubes said it, it made her shiver. What if there were side effects if she used it longer? What if she became some alien?

“Rogue? I was just kidding! Don’t worry!” Jubes watched as Rogue drifted away further in her thoughts and she tried to snap her out of it.

“What if you’re right? I didn’t even think about this! I have to go to the professor, right now.”
Rogue got up, absent minded. She walked towards the door and had already opened it when she heard Jubes’ voice.

“Are you coming back? Or are you going to Logan’s afterwards?” Jubes felt a little sorry for making her friend worry and take off so soon already, but what if some side effect could occur? In that case she was glad she made Rogue check it out!

“I’m sorry, Jubes! No, I don’t think I will be back after this. Don’t wanna keep Logan waiting too long, he might loose interest…
“Enjoy yourself with Piotr this evening!”

“You have fun too! I won’t wait up for you. And I’m sure Logan won’t loose his interest in you all of a sudden. Don’t worry chica, just enjoy him!”

Rogue walked out the door and closed it behind her. She walked through the corridors which led her to Xavier’s office. She stopped in front of his office and hesitantly knocked on his door, ”Professor? I have another question, do you have a minute?”

“Come on in, Rogue. I was just about to contact you anyway.” Xavier answered calmly.

Rogue walked in and sat down opposite the professor who was sitting behind his desk.
“What’s on your mind, dear?”

“Jubes just pointed something out, and it got me thinking. If the substance is alien, won’t I turn into one myself, drinking lots of it? Or maybe some other strange side effect will take place…”

“Rogue, my dear. Stop worrying. If it weren’t the least bit safe, I wouldn’t let you take it.
As a matter of fact, I just got of the phone with Hank McCoy, and I have some good news for you. I explained the whole situation to him, described the substance and its effect, and he knows what substance I mean by it.
“He knows of a Shi’ar community in America which stocks up in the substance. Hank assured me that the substance is perfectly safe and has no negative side effects. It is being used for different goals in some medical centres already, but most people just shy away from it, because they don’t know it.
“It’s their loss, really, because you know what it does? It repairs most mutated cells, so that includes cancer cells as well. Can you imagine Rogue, cancer!
“Anyhow, Hank will go over there this week and meet up with them. He has already contacted them and they assured him he could bring with him as much of the substance as he needed. When Hank is back from his visit he will deliver it here, and we can put it into little ampoules for you.
“So, for the rest of your life, you will be able to have control over your power. Maybe not quite the way you pictured it, but it will have to do.”

Rogue felt stupefied. Xavier’s news was sinking in, she was safe. She wouldn’t turn into an alien. And even better, she would be able to turn her power off when she wanted it, for the rest of her life!
And that it could cure cancer was great too, why didn’t everyone use it then? Just because it was alien? Stupid humans! Not everything different is a disease…

“It’s great news, Professor! I love the thought of being able to switch off my power whenever I feel like it. And I love that I can still be a real X Man, because then I will have my power! I’m looking forward to meeting this Hank, I love him already!”

“Very good, dear. I’m glad I was able to reassure you and I’m so glad that you’re staying here and still want to be an X Man, with power. You made the right decision.
"Now, off you go, my dear. If I’m not mistaking someone is waiting for you…”

What did he just say?

‘Colour me silly,’ Rogue thought. She didn’t know what had gotten into Xavier; she never took him for a romantic soul. Especially if it involved student-teacher-sex that was barely legal, age wise…

“Thank you, professor, for not judging me, but just keeping an open mind and letting me decide for me what the right thing to do is,” Rogue spoke as she got up from her chair.

Xavier picked up on her ambiguous remark; he knew she wasn’t just talking about loosing her power and whether or not she would stay without it forever. She was referring to her and Logan as well.
He had seen that one coming a long time ago; he was actually surprised it took them this long. He didn’t really approve, especially because Logan was a teacher. And the age difference wasn’t appropriate either, but he had always known they would end up together one way or the other. It was fate, destiny. There was nothing he could do about it, so he just accepted it.

“Goodbye, Rogue.”

“Bye, professor,” Rogue walked to the door, opened it and walked through. She turned her head once more and gave Xavier a grateful smile; then she closed the door behind her.

Nervously she walked through the mansion, towards Logan’s room. When she had reached his door, she paused and took a deep breath. She hoped he wasn’t too angry at her.
A little reluctant to enter, Logan’s voice ringing through the door made her sigh with relief,

“I can smell you, Marie. Come in, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Logan could recognise her scent anywhere; it was sweet and innocent and always made him feel right at home.
But right now he could also smell her nerves as well as her happiness. Not to mention her fear...
He had been waiting impatiently for her all this time. He wanted to tell her something he had finally figured out now.

He couldn’t live without her…

Marie opened the door and walked in, foot by foot. “Are you still mad at me, sugar?” Afraid to look at Logan, she stared at her feet instead.

“I was never mad with you, Marie. I was mad with myself, for facing something I never wanted to. Now, come here.” Logan sat in his chair and opened up his arms, inviting Marie to sit with him. She approached him, looking curious.

“I just went to the professor again, Logan. Hank is coming over this week with more of the substance, so I can be free op my power whenever I want to! Isn’t that amazing?”

Marie had uttered her last words when she had sat down in Logan’s lap, her back against his chest. Logan immediately wrapped his arms around her and pressed his nose in her hair, sniffing it.
It was a funny habit, but she loved it. It was typical Logan, and it flattered her ego that he loved her smell so much.

“Marie, that’s fucking incredible! I know how happy it makes you. I can’t say I resent the fact either, being able to have you whenever I want you without worrying about your skin is fucking great news…” Logan knew he had to tell her what else was on his chest, but he just couldn’t. He was terrible with emotions, he hated exclaiming them.

Instead he just held her even tighter to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and got hold of her wrists. He looked at Marie’s marked wrist and felt a pain sting his heart.
“I’m such an animal, why did I have to force myself on her anyway? The last thing I want is to drive Marie away!” Logan thought guiltily.

They just sat there for a while, when Marie broke the silence, “Logan? Wasn’t there something you wanted to do, right now?”

She loved sitting in his lap, but she wouldn’t mind sharing her feelings for him by getting naked and doing the wild thing.
Flashes of a panting and sweating Logan hovering over her caused immediate arousal inside of her.

“Marie…There’s something I have to tell you…”

Logan sounded so serious Marie thought something was wrong...

“I have to get it of my chest because it’s weighing me down, burdening me. You will probably hear it for the first time and after that you will never hear it again. So listen carefully, don’t interrupt me and enjoy it while it lasts.”

Logan fell silent and took a deep breath, while Marie was amazed at how many sentences he had just uttered in a row. She had never heard him say this much; he had to be very nervous to ramble on like this.

Marie was pricking up her ears and holding her breath with curiosity, anxiety and hope. Was he gonna tell her that he loved her, or that she had to leave?

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (12/14)

Rating: PG

Rogue fled through the corridors of Xavier’s, on her way to the professor. She put on a mini skirt this morning, for the first time in a very long while. She had had to hide her skin long enough, and even if her power was about to return, she’d enjoy this little leap forward anyway.
She felt nervous about everything that had happened and for what was about to happen. She was glad Logan finally managed to control himself, she needed some time and space this morning.

Logan followed her at a safe distance. He eyed her in her mini skirt and thought that it was a good thing she hadn’t worn that this morning. Then he certainly wouldn’t have been able to restrain himself…

He had given Marie some space and time to shower alone. He knew that if he had come after her, his senses would have taken over and he would have wanted to have her. She had made it clear that she wasn’t in the mood for that, and part of him understood. She was worried for her own health, as well as his.
Well, Logan didn’t really care. If being inside her when her skin turned to normal mutated status again and killing him in the process was the way he was meant to go… then hallelujah! What a way to go!

Marie knocked on the professor’s door, hoping he would be there. She was so nervous, she could hardly think.
She heard the professor give her access to enter, so she opened the door and walked in. She looked back at Logan with mixed feelings and raised her eyebrow in a silent question. He followed her.

Charles greeted Rogue and Logan with his usual reserved smile, beckoning at the chairs standing by his desk.

“Please, sit down!”

Charles rolled his wheelchair behind the table. He couldn’t help it, Rogue was so open to him again, that he had a peek in her head.
Actually, the minute she walked in, the images from her mind were forced into his own mind. Whether he wanted them to or not. He saw flashes of the sex she and Logan had had, and wasn’t surprised at all. The next images popping up in his head were about Logan telling her about her DNA cells that had already transformed again. He felt a stir of emotions overwhelming him. And more of her emotions when he saw Rogue and Logan fighting, the pain he caused her cut through his soul as well.

Charles couldn’t help himself, he had to look at Rogue’s wrist, which was all was black and blue. The moment she saw what he was looking at, she hastily put her wrist in her lap and flushed.
He sure hoped she knew what she was getting herself into. Logan had little control over his instinct and urges; it would take a strong woman to withstand him.

“Professor? Do you need to examine me? And did you have any luck yet in recreating the eh..stuff, so I can stay like this?”

Marie felt nervous, especially after the long silence the professor just gave her. She just knew he was wandering around in her head, and she hated it. She couldn’t keep any secrets from him. That made her worry some more, because he must have seen about her and Logan. Were they in trouble now? Did Logan have to go?
She thought it best though to let sleeping dogs lie, and awaited his answer.

“Rogue, my dear child. I’m sure Storm told you what had happened to some of your DNA cells. Maybe it would be best to examine you, so we can get a look at how far along your own DNA cells are. But…”

Charles curled the corners of his mouth a little higher, so that the smile that was continually plastered on his face looked even perkier. Then he continued.

“We had a break through, last night, just after I told Storm to warn you. We were able to determine what substance was responsible for the altering of your DNA. It seems to be a substance from the alien race Shi’ar, so how our friend Dr. Burns got his hands on it, remains the great question.
"However, we were able to use the left-overs Wolverine, Storm and Kurt brought back, so you could live without your powers for quite a while, if you choose to do so.”

Xavier had barely uttered his last sentence, or Marie was cheering all excited.

”That’s great news, Professor!”

She had been worried all this time and now she felt so happy! She felt so alive, like there was pure concentrated life pumping through her veins, getting her high. She turned her head to look at Logan and grinned naughty.

“I guess we don’t have to worry about the…eh…thing, anymore!”

She jumped out of her chair and hugged Logan so tight she could hear him gasping for air. She didn’t care, she was happy and he would know it, damned!

“Rogue, I understand you’re happy...” the professor was still smiling his plastered smile,

“But it’s not forever. It could be though, once I have consulted with our old friend Hank Mc Coy. He is the one responsible for installing the Shi’ar technology in our Danger Room. He stayed in touch with the Shi’ar, so I’m hoping he could get some more of the substance. If that is your desire of course.”

Logan was thrilled to see Marie this happy again, but he was more thrilled she seemed to have forgiven him for what happened earlier. He felt her letting go of him and watched her take her seat again to listen to Chuck.

“However, Rogue, since there isn’t an awful lot of the substance left, I suggest we put it in little ampoules. You could use them whenever you desire to be free of your power, and they would probably last you a few hours.
"In the mean time, you could still practise getting your power under control, which would be a great thing to accomplish. Also, you could still be a real member of the X Men, and help us with your power whenever we need it. I say that that is the best solution for everyone,” Charles concluded.

Marie thought about what he said, and figured that that wasn’t a bad solution at all. Sure, she would still have to be careful around people most of the time, but she would still contribute to Xavier’s. Plus…she could do Logan whenever she chose to…

“Professor, I think I agree that that is a great solution! You will still ask this Hank McCoy person if he can get some more though? “

“Yes my dear child, I will contact Hank as soon as possible. So, with all that sorted out, shall we get you to the infirmary?”

Charles was already rolling his chair away from behind the table. Marie got up and followed him, and so did Logan. The door of Xavier’s office opened up and Charles rolled himself through the opening.
Marie turned her head to smile at Logan and stretched out her hand to him.

Logan felt a jolt in his stomach when she smiled at him like that, he felt like an accomplice in some crime. He returned her smile and briefly pinched her hand, letting go of it quickly again when they had reached the corridor. He didn’t want to start any rumours. He actually thought it was nobody’s business anyway, what they were up to.
But he wanted to hear if Chuck had anything to say about it. He must have had it figured out by now, snooping around in their heads all the time.

They entered the infirmary and found Dr. Robert there already. He was putting some of the substance in ampoules.
Marie wondered how he knew that she wanted that, but then she heard the professor say,

“I see you received my telepathic message, Doctor. Good, good. How many ampoules will you be able to fill up?”

“I’m almost done, I say twenty five pieces. Let me explain it to you, Rogue.” Doctor Robert stopped what he was doing and looked at Rogue.

“One ampoule will keep your skin from reacting for three hours tops. It gets absorbed rather quickly, I dare say within five minutes. It changes your DNA cells for a few hours, causing your mutation cells to turn into normal ones. How it works exactly, I don’t know. I have tested it with other mutant DNA than yours, because I thought it might work with every mutated cell. But it only works on your DNA, strangely enough.”

Marie looked at Doctor Robert and felt like hugging him. This man made it possible for her to be really close with Logan. She loved him right now! She moved in on him and gave him a hug, ignoring the fact she had just made her second air gasping victim for today.

“Thank you! You don’t know how grateful I am for this!” Marie told Doctor Robert.

Logan looked at Marie’s display of affection and thought she was hugging people an awful lot lately. He hoped it was just a faze, because he wasn’t really the tree hugging hippie type…

Charles looked at the Doctor and Rogue hugging and thought how cute they looked. Rogue had totally blossomed since she felt her power wasn’t holding her back anymore.
He thought it was a pity though that she wasn’t like this all the time. She was so special and powerful, and yet she didn’t realise it until her power was gone. Bizarre…

“Rogue, why don’t you let go of the dear doctor so he can examine you.”

“Yes, that’s an excellent idea”, said a blushing Doctor Robert, who was glad Charles helped him out of his hug with his patient.
He felt awkward; she was such a beautiful young woman. And yet so tortured.
Her eyes seemed to have witnessed war and peace and looked so much older than they should be. They expressed so much pain, but still they had an innocent tingling in them. Rogue touched his inside and confused him. He wanted to help her badly.

“I know you’re probably aware of it, Rogue, but I have to warn you to choose your moments of using the ampoules wisely. I don’t know if we will be able to obtain more of the substance, so just in case…”

Marie nodded her head as a sign that she understood it. She was very well aware of the facts. It made her feel a little down to think that maybe twenty five times was all she was gonna have for the rest of her life...
But hey, it was better than nothing. She sighed.

“Can you lie on the bed over there? I want to draw some of your blood and examine some of your spit as well,” Doctor Robert pointed at a bed, and Rogue walked over there.

She lay down and watched Doctor Robert walk over to another table, getting an injection needle and a giant Popsicle stick. He drew her blood and scraped the Popsicle stick over her tongue.

“All done!”

Doctor Robert spoke way too cheery. He walked over to his examine table and put Rogue’s blood in a few tubes and dropped one drop of it between two little glass plates, so he could look at it through his microscope. He put the giant Popsicle stick in a plastic bag, which he put aside.

Marie got up from the bed, ignoring the dizziness. She walked over to Logan and asked him silently -praying Xavier wouldn’t hear it - but just naughty enough so he would understand her meaning,

“So…What are you doing later today, Logan?”

Logan raised his eyebrow at Marie. Her hand was resting on his chest and trailing over it calmly, unaware of the reaction it was causing beneath the surface.
She felt this was appropriate? Not that he cared, but getting kicked out of Xavier’s wasn’t a very attractive option right now. He wanted to stay with Marie. He looked at Chuck who was chatting to the Doctor and looking through the microscope.
Chuck must have heard something, because he looked right at Logan and smiled one of his famous smiles. The smile of which you didn’t know what he was thinking behind it. A poker smile, so to say. Logan growled.

“Dunno. Got any ideas?” Logan tried to sound nonchalant as he answered Marie; but he kept looking at Chuck, expecting the neutral face to suddenly swallow him whole...

“Maybe I do…” Marie whispered in Logan’s ear, but noticed his reservation. She followed his stare towards the professor and she didn’t quite get it at once.

“What’s the matter, sugar?”

“Nothing, kid. Tell you later.” Logan sounded gruffly.

Marie didn’t know what to do or say, she was curious about it, but Logan wasn’t going to tell her now, so she had to wait. She hated waiting.

“Rogue? We’ve got an answer for you, my dear!”

Marie hadn’t noticed that Xavier had stopped looking at her blood and consulting Doctor Robert, until he was right in front of her. She was startled a little but was glad to finally get some answers.

“So? What’s the verdict? How long am I safe?”

“You will be probably be so for a week, give or take a few hours. So you should be careful when you’re close to someone,” Xavier smiled his smile and looked from Rogue to Logan.

What? Did his look just imply that he knew about them? And he didn’t mind? This was great! Marie felt so happy again! She could just hug him! But she restrained herself, she had given out so much hugs already that she had to start worrying for a new nick name or something.

“Thank you, Professor. For everything,” Marie replied more modest than she had planned to, but gave Xavier the warmest smile she could find inside of her.

“That’s okay, my dear. Now, if you two will excuse me, I have a phone call to make.”

“You mean to Hank McCoy?”

“Yes, to Hank McCoy. I will fill you in if I have news. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely! I can’t wait!”

Xavier rolled his wheelchair out of the lab and Marie practically skipped after him.

Behind her was Logan who didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Okay, he got the happiness. He was happy too, especially now he knew that Chuck wouldn’t kick him out of Xavier’s for…eh… sleeping with Marie.
But she acted so childishly happy he felt like he landed in some cartoon. He shook his head. Women...

Xavier went into his office and Logan and Rogue kept walking to Logan’s room. Their minds seemed to be on the same thing…

Logan wanted to find out what was under her mini skirt. It barely fell over her butt, showing of her long legs, which were in their turn embraced by long, black, knee high boots. He couldn’t wait to slide his hand under her skirt and touch her.

Marie wanted to show Logan she had forgiven him for his possessiveness this morning. She wanted to feel his hands slide under her skirt and discover the surprise of her nakedness.

On the corridor they suddenly bumped into Jubilee, who was jumping up and down and screaming with surprise when she saw Rogue.

“Hey, Rogue! I have been looking for you! Where were you last night? Not kidnapped again, I hope. Unless it was by Logan, of course. Wouldn’t mind that myself. Is your skin still normal or has it mutated again? Anyway, I missed you and I have lots to tell you and I know you just have lots to tell me as well! Right?”

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (11/14)

Rating: PG 13

“Logan!”

What?

There was a pounding sound in his dreams that consisted to go on and someone cried out his name. When he slowly woke up and regained his senses he discovered that it wasn’t a dream. Someone was knocking at his door, very persistent.

“Logan! Are you in there? Open up, please. Logan!”

Storm was standing outside Logan’s door, she was looking for Marie. Again.

The professor had been informed by the doctor that the DNA-cells in one of the tubes had gone back to their normal appearance.
Xavier had told Storm to find Rogue and warn her about it. But Rogue wasn’t in her room. Again.

And since Storm last saw Logan with her, she figured he’d know more about her whereabouts. Again…
“Hold your horses! I’m coming!”

Logan scowled and entangled himself from Marie’s embrace who kept on dreaming. He got up reluctantly to see what the fuss was all about. He didn’t bother with putting any clothes on; if they came to his door in the middle of the night they sure as hell didn’t have to expect him to be dressed.

He opened the door and saw that Storm had been responsible for waking him up so brutal.
Great. Was she here for another lecture?

“What’s so important you have to wake me for it in the middle of the night?” Logan leaned nonchalant in the doorway, ran a hand through his hair and raised his eyebrow at Storm.

Storm looked at Logan and when her eyes trailed down she noticed he was undressed. She flushed immediately, forgetting why she came here in the first place. Not bad, not bad at all…
She could see why Marie liked him so much. And much, it was…
Her thoughts tumbled over each other, but then she managed to pull herself together.

“Logan, Rogue is missing. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is?”

Storm had half and half expected Rogue to be in there, but when Logan swung the door open further to show Storm his bed where Rogue seemed to be sleeping peacefully, she was kind of shocked anyway. He could be her father, for God’s sake! And he would break her heart for sure…

“Logan…What were you thinking?” Storm hissed at him, trying to keep her anger at a soft tone so she wouldn’t wake Rogue up.

“I wasn’t.”

Logan answered simply and logically. He knew exactly what buttons to push to get Storm to freak, and he loved it. It felt great to be so sinful…

“Just tell me what you want, woman, so I can go back to my bed.” Logan wasn’t in the mood for a lecture from Storm.

“The doctor discovered that the DNA from Rogue, contained by one of the tubes, has gotten normal again. He told the professor to warn Rogue about it.
“Judging by what you two have been doing, I guess the information is pretty important to you too…”

Storm cast him another one of her accusing looks.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than to judge me, you woman? I’m so sick of you, get out of my sight!”

Logan grabbed Storm by her shoulders, turned her around and gave her a push. He shut the door behind him and heard Storm mumble.

“You bastard! Logan? Maybe you should get Marie checked out, the sooner, the better.”

The asshole just shoved her out of the door! She was only concerned for Rogue’s welfare, not to mention his own welfare…
So much for warning a friend. She just hoped he had the sense to take Rogue to the lab, before it was too late for both of them...

Logan walked back to his bed and looked at Marie who was still sleeping. She looked so beautiful. He couldn’t imagine his life without her anymore. He needed her around. Those thoughts scared him.
When he sat down beside her, she woke up.

“What’s the matter?” she mumbled with a sleepy voice, rubbing her eyes.

“We have to get up already? It’s still dark outside!”

All of a sudden she sat up straight: ”You’re throwing me out! That was it? Wham, bam, thank you mam’?”

Logan decided whether he should tell her the news Storm just told him. She seemed so happy, it would break her heart. He was fighting an inner battle.
Unfortunately for him, Marie knew him well.

“Logan? Please tell me. What’s the matter? I can see you’re struggling with something.”

She really hoped he wasn’t gonna kick her out and tell her this was all a huge mistake and that she just had to go on living her life without him. She was so nervous about it.

“Marie, Storm was just here. She told me…”

Logan had difficulty telling her this, she looked so scared at him, and he couldn’t hurt her, not ever.
He picked her up and sat her down on his lap, her back against his chest, his face tucked into her hair, so he wouldn’t have to face her. He held her really tight in his arms.

“She told me, that Chuck had heard from the doctor that your DNA in one of the tubes has gone back to normal. He wanted to give you a head’s up.”

Logan sighed, he was glad to get that of his chest. He watched Marie closely for her reaction. She didn’t move a muscle. She didn’t speak a single word, nothing…

Marie was processing Logan’s words. Her cells had gone back to normal. Normal meant, in her case, being mutated again.
So that was it, it was over. Within seconds it could all be done. She was becoming a giant, lethal, killing machine again soon. And Logan was holding her tight. She had to get away from him!

Logan felt Marie trying to wriggle out of his embrace, but he held her tight, he wouldn’t let go of her, not now. He knew how much it meant to her that he wasn’t afraid of her skin. She still struggled a little to get loose, but then she gave up and just hung limp in his arms. He could hear her start to sniff and sob, and a few moments later she was crying like a baby.

“Come on, darlin’. It’s not over. We’ll find a way. I won’t run from you, I promise.”

Marie cried even harder when she heard Logan say these things. Her life was over, just when she was so happy. And he was so understanding, why? She didn’t deserve him! He couldn’t love a freak like her, a woman he couldn’t touch, or even kiss.
He was kissing her hair and rocking her, like a baby in a cradle. Trying to soothe her.

Logan didn’t know what else to say, he just kept on rocking her in his lap, pressing her against his body, comforting her. She just kept on sobbing and his heart was ripped to pieces because of her sorrow.
He had to make her understand that it didn’t mean the end of them.
Hell, it was just the beginning.

He let go of her, because he wanted to look her in her beautiful brown eyes. He sat down opposite her, cupped her face in his hands and kissed away her tears, which he had never done to anyone, as far as he could remember anyway.

“Marie, you’re my girl. Nothing can change that. You’re mine, you hear me?”

Marie was surprised by his seriousness and openheartedness. She stopped crying when she saw the hurtful look in his eyes.
She looked at him with surprise, while his hands were still holding her face and his thumbs were stroking away the trails of her tears over her cheeks.
God, she loved this man. Her heart almost burst with love for him. And it looked like he loved her back. Or was that too presumptuous?

“I know I’m your girl, Logan. But I love you, and being with someone you can’t touch, will make you miserable. I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me…”

That was a noble thing to say. But no good to him. He wanted her, and no one else. He had done it all along, just didn’t wanna admit it to himself.
He was the Wolverine after all, he didn’t need anyone. And that’s what he kept on telling himself; that it was Marie who needed him, not the other way around.

He had trouble thinking of what to say to her and how to say it, so he decided to show it to her in a kiss.

Logan moved closer to Marie, and kissed her passionately. A demanding and dominant kiss, yet with a tender, loving touch. It swept Marie of her feet, he had kissed her several times now, but she never felt this much feelings and love crammed into one kiss, it dizzied her, and made her forget about everything else around her.
She hoped she put all of her feelings in her kiss, when she returned his. She sure as hell tried.

Logan felt his kiss had spoken the words he could not find, and slowly unlocked his lips from Marie’s. His heart flooded over with feelings for her, weighing heavy on his chest, when he asked her, worriedly,

“You okay, darlin’?”

“Never better.” Marie smiled at him and crawled against his chest, bundling up like a baby.

“Are you okay with it, if I stay here? I mean, now I’m armed and dangerous and all…”

“You can stay with me forever, darlin’.”

Logan lay down in his bed again, pulled the blankets up to his chin and pushed Marie against his chest firmly. She seemed peaceful again and tranquil, and in no time he heard her falling asleep again.
He couldn’t sleep himself, though. He was worried for her, for them. What was gonna happen?

Pondering like this the night seemed to last forever, but holding on to Marie enlightened his burden somewhat. He had always loved her scent, and he was intoxicated now it penetrated his nostrils. Her scent seemed to flow through his veins like a soothing, tranquilizing drug.

Marie was unaware of Logan’s thoughts and feelings, she just kept on dreaming. Twitching at times, murmuring, even moving around restlessly, but still, sleeping.

Logan watched her beautiful face all through the night until he noticed that dawn was breaking already. Suddenly Marie shifted in his arms and moaned silently, apparently she was waking up.
She turned around to look at Logan, who was actually glad she was awake.

“Good morning, sugar.”

Marie had never felt this happy before, entangled in Logan’s embrace, his eyes fixed upon hers with what seemed to be love.
Then a dark thought polluted her mind, making her miserable all at once again.
Some of her cells had gone back to normal. She wanted to ignore it and just stay in Logan’s arms forever. Maybe nothing would happen if she wanted it bad enough…

“Good morning to you too, darlin’.”

Logan looked at Marie who seemed in heaven that moment. But as his stare stayed upon her, he noticed her facial expression changed to a hopeless one. She probably remembered their little talk. He pressed her close to his chest and kissed her on her head, rocking her.

“Don’t worry, darlin’, it’ll be fine. You wanna get up, so you can see the professor?”

Marie had to admit that that was what she wanted. Staying in Logan’s arms felt like a great idea at first, but she was so afraid that her powers would kick in right now, that she wanted to get away from him as far and as soon as possible.
The last thing she wanted was to hurt the man she loved more than life itself.

“Is that okay with you, Logan? I really wanna get this over with. I’m so afraid I might hurt you.” Marie tried to entangle from his embrace, but Logan didn’t cooperate.

“Whoa, darlin’! What’s the rush? Even if your powers were activated again; there’d still be plenty of time for me to get away from you before I was badly hurt.”

Logan was in the mood for something that had nothing to do with the professor. His smell wasn’t all over her anymore, so it was time to claim his territory again. He wasn’t the least bit afraid of her…

“Logan, I really want to get this over with. I’m nervous as hell; my mind won’t be there anyway.” Marie tried to get away even harder, but Logan held on to her tight.

“As long as your body is here, I won’t complain…” Logan smiled wickedly at her.

“Logan, I’m serious! Now let me go!”

Marie was getting mad at him. He wasn’t Mister Sensitive, now was he? She growled at him and fought her way out of his embrace.

“You have waited this long to be with me in the first place, you can wait a little while longer now!”

Marie got up after untangling from his arms and Logan reached for her hand, barely grasping her finger points. He pulled her back to him again by her wrist, which was an easy thing to do with his strength and her light weighted ness.
He wanted to have her! She was even more attractive when she was this passionate. Logan felt he had an erection, and he was planning to show Marie that she was his, forever.

“Come here, darlin’. I gotta have you!”

Marie was getting more raged by the second, she wished she had actually had her powers right now! She’d show that son of a bitch! Her wrist seriously hurt in his firm grip.

What was she even thinking, getting together with the Wolverine? She was probably just a sex toy to him anyway!
He always acted on his instincts, and he would never change that. He couldn’t change, it was just who he was.

“Logan! Let go of me! Before I have to hurt you! This is not a game! I said no!”

Logan was about to ask her whether she was into masochistic sex, but then he smelled her anger and fear. It fulfilled his nostrils, making him aware that she was serious. And he just toyed with her, practically forced himself on to her.
He let go of her wrist and felt ashamed when he saw that he had left an imprint on it, slightly blue.

Damn! He almost wrecked this thing again. Marie meant so much to him; he should learn to control the beast inside of him, or he would drive her away.

“Thank you, Logan.”

Marie had felt his hand slide off her wrist, setting her free. She was glad that he did, it proved there was some sense in him after all.
Immediately she regretted her thoughts about him, he did care for her. It wasn’t just sex; she saw something in his eyes…
However, his instincts were here to stay. But when she gave it some thought, it was probably that which attracted her so much in him.

She walked away from him towards the bathroom, and felt aware of Logan’s stare on her naked body. She hoped he got a glimpse of the bruise he had just left on her wrist…

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (10/14)

Rating: NC-17

Logan could have continued tasting Marie forever, but he wanted to take it slower. He got hold of Marie’s hands and led them to his pants.

“Unbutton me, babe. Take off my pants.”

He looked at her lustfully. Marie’s hands were on his abdomen, just above the place where his jeans were becoming more and more uncomfortable. He had to get them off…

Marie looked at his chest and abdomen. She was really impressed by them. His chest was covered in chest hair and the hairs went over into a thin line downwards to disappear behind his jeans-waistband. She let her hands glide over his chest, fumbling through his hair. Gliding downwards her hand was following the trail of hair that disappeared under his jeans.
She opened the buttons of his jeans, one by one.
Damn! His jeans were fitting very snug, and because they were wet it was even harder to unbutton him. She saw and felt his erection under his jeans and it flushed her, but aroused her at the same time.

Finally she had all the buttons undone. His erection, trapped in his underpants, was bulging out in the free space she had just created. She swallowed. It was huge! That was never gonna fit inside of her!
She tried to pull his jeans down, careful not to keep them hanging on his erection. It wasn’t easy; his tight, wet jeans weren’t exactly cooperating.
She was able to strip off his jeans at last and had to get down on her knees to be able to continue it.

Logan already lifted his feet willingly, one by one, to step out of his jeans. Marie guided his feet out of the wet, hindering cloth. She threw his jeans to the side and sat up straight, staring right at his crotch…

“I guess you want me to remove your underpants as well?” She asked him boldly, yet nervous while looking him in his eyes. Making him beg for it seemed like a good idea. The thought turned her on.

“Marie, please! Take them off. Stop teasing me! I wanna show how badly I want you.”

Logan was running out of patience, even though he had promised himself he would take it slow. The thought that there was barely any barrier left between his erection and Marie’s lips set him on fire.

“But you said we shouldn’t do everything at once?” She still looked up at him, her eyes shining with innocence. Played innocence…

She focused her attention on his underpants, tugged them some, feeling great to have this power over him. She slowly lowered them; his erection became more visible by the inch.
It turned her on, it was the first time she saw one this close, and she felt proud she was responsible for this. She still had trouble believing it would fit inside her, though.
She was worried about the pain it might cause…

She slid down his underpants until they reached his feet, and Logan stepped out of them. She tossed them somewhere near the pants, triumphantly looking.

“Marie? I want you to taste me, baby. Lick me.” Logan sounded hoarse with excitement.

Marie felt a little frightened by his question. Well, it wasn’t even a question. He told her he wanted her to do it…
The thought was appealing, but she didn’t like it that he pushed her into doing this. He said he wanted to take it slow with her, right?
She was curious as hell, only she suddenly realised that she didn’t know what to do. She had never done it before.

“Logan? I’ve never done this before! I don’t know how…” She sounded insecure when she looked at him with those big, innocent, yet curious eyes again.

“Doesn’t matter what you do, baby. Just taste me, lick me, and feel me. We’ll deal with the rest later…”

Logan could barely get the words out of his mouth, he was overwhelmed with passion and could hardly think straight now, his head was clouded up.

Marie carefully took hold of his erection, slid down his foreskin and moved her head closer to it. She stuck out her tongue and licked his glans, first on top, then lowering her tongue around the edges. It tasted funny. There was some fluid running out of it and it tasted kind of bitter.
She licked around his glans, feeling every inch of it with her tongue, every crease and lump. She was extremely turned on, she felt her nipples harden again and her senses and nerves were working overtime.
She heard Logan growling and his hands reached out for her head. He grabbed her by her wet hair, not gentle but rather rough. He was really an animal, she had no idea!

“Marie, put it in your mouth. Suck it baby!”

Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He was this close to thrusting his erection between her soft, wet lips himself, but then came to his senses for a split second. It was Marie he was with here. He didn’t want to drive her away. He wanted to have many more of these sessions, if he had a say in it…
He felt her lips enclosing his erection and was relieved by the feeling. It felt like coming home.
She sucked him and let her tongue play around as well.
Eventhough she said she was inexperienced, and didn’t know exactly what to do, she managed fine. He felt the pressure inside him building and was about to burst. Then, it stopped…

Marie removed her lips from his erection and licked them, spreading his taste all trough her mouth and over her lips. She looked up to him and said:

“Whoa, darlin’! Not everything at once! First, we take a shower.” She grinned at him.

Logan was pissed for a moment, but then he realised he had heard these words before. He told her the same thing; leaving her to hang just as cruel …

He grinned back at her and scooped her from the floor, causing her to let out a little yell. He flung her over his shoulder and carried her to his bed.

“Screw that shower! I’ve got to have you NOW!”

He dropped her on his bed; she was lying on her back and still grinning at him. Looking at her, it hit him again: that fuzzy feeling he had felt before. Was it love? Logan shook the thought off, it gave him goose bumps.
This here? Right now? Pure passion. Sexual attraction between friends.

Logan hovered over Marie, leaning on his fists. He was closing in on her, his arms bended at his elbows, showing his incredible muscled biceps and triceps.
Marie was seriously turned on by the sight. She loved how muscular he was. She stretched out her arms so she could wrap them around him. His lips were on hers, and suddenly play time was over. He forced her lips to open up for his tongue and she let him in.

Logan’s tongue was exploring her mouth roughly. She tasted of him and that turned him on even more. Not because of the taste, but because it reminded him that she had had his erection in her mouth.
He kept leaning on one arm and let the other hand roam over Marie’s body. It was grabbing her breasts, stroking them, massaging them. Hardening her nipples again. It trailed down over her soft and tight belly until it reached her pubic hairs. He forced her legs to open up for him with his own legs; he pushed them between her thighs.
Once he had accomplished that, he lowered his mouth from her lips, down to her breasts. Kissing, licking and sucking her nipples, driving her crazy. He could smell her lust for him and her sweet sweat. He could drown in that smell, it intoxicated him. He was so thankful for his sensitive scent right now…

Marie’s hands were gripping tight into Logan’s back, she felt so hot, her mind was about to explode. She sank her nails into his back, leaving scratch marks on it, which healed up nicely just afterwards. But they made Logan growl nevertheless.
His mouth was still sucking on her nipples, biting them, driving her utterly crazy. Then she felt his fingers trailing over her pubic hairs, gaining easy access to her clit now that he had forced her legs to open up to him.
His mouth followed the path of his fingers, down to her pubic hairs. His lips and tongue were caressing her all over, not just setting her skin on fire, but also her insides...

Logan’s tongue had reached her clit again. It was all swollen up, he darted his tongue gently over it. He sniffed up her scent again and wallowed in it. He heard Marie sigh heavily; he had enough experience to know that feather light touches drove most women to their climax.
His fingers found her entrance and he thrust two of them in there, making Marie sigh even more. His fingers went up and down, going faster and faster, and he felt her insides all wet and willing, wrapped around them.
Her muscles were contracting and he knew that meant she was coming closer to her climax.
Damn! He loved to have her wriggling under him like this. He licked even faster so she could reach her climax. He felt the muscles around his fingers contract.

Marie felt Logan’s tongue darting over her clit and his fingers going up and down inside her, making her feel swept away from this world. She moaned and felt that she was nearly reaching an orgasm. The feeling spread trough her body, like it never did before. She was getting closer and closer…

“Just a little bit longer, Logan…” She moaned at him, wildly tossing her head from one side to another, throwing her wet hair all around her on the pillow.

Logan continued and Marie was reaching her climax, it was all fireworks, wave after wave, it seemed without ending! Wow!
She thrust her nails in Logan’s back again, making him let out an involuntary growl of pain and pleasure.

She seemed so timid at first, but now she completely let go of herself. Logan enjoyed watching her as she reached her climax. She was panting and thrusting her nails into his back again. He watched her head being tossed from side to side and her wet hair swept all around her. This had to be one of the most mind blowing things he had ever seen. It aroused him beyond belief, made his erection harder and thicker by the second.

When the feeling had faded away, Marie opened her eyes to Logan and smiled satisfied. She loved him even more now. He was a sex god, she was sure of it…

Logan was pleased with himself for making Marie come this good and gave her a wicked smile and a predatory look. He crawled up to her face again and pressed his lips on hers. He thrust his hips against hers, making Marie feel his erection. He was hungry to be inside her, to feel her tight insides wrapped around his erection.
His kisses dwelled over her body, biting her and licking her where ever possible. He was sweating like crazy; their bodies were slithering over one another slippery as soap.

Marie returned his kisses and licked and bit him all over. Her hands were touching his body, sliding down to his erection. She grabbed hold of it, and moved the foreskin up and down, hearing Logan moan and growl.

He was still very aroused, what he had just witnessed had only made him more eager to make this woman his own, once and for all.
He turned around and lied on his back, dragging Marie along by her arms. He lifted her slightly and made her sink down on his erection. He felt her tight, moist insides embrace his erection. The first entry always felt like coming home. Like a warm, moist, soft blanket wrapped around him.
He held Marie by her butt, guiding her up and down in the tempo he preferred. Once she had that down, he reached out for her breasts and filled his hands with them. He watched them bounce up and down along with their own rhythm. He rubbed her nipples until they were rock hard.

Marie had never before had actual intercourse, so the feeling of Logan’s erection inside of her, was new to her.
At first, it hurt. She muffled a shriek by biting her lip. It was so tight she was convinced about her being right about him not fitting inside her. It felt like there was something inside of her that didn’t belong there. But after a couple of times going up and down, she was getting used to the feeling and was even enjoying it. Heck! It was fantastic!
Logan caressed her breasts and nipples and she was becoming more and more aroused again. She felt she was becoming another orgasm soon.

Logan was thrusting inside her and grabbing her all over, by her breasts and butt, even by her hair. He was growling like a beast. He felt a climax beginning to build, the wonderful sensation went through his entire body, but focussed mainly in his loins. He could feel Marie’s insides getting tighter; she was about to climax again too.
That made it easier for him to reach his climax, and before he knew it he was there, his body exploding with ultimate pleasure.
Wildly growling and panting, and jerking on Marie’s butt to make her go faster and deeper over his erection, Logan finally came. Hard and long, he felt the ejaculation pumping through his erection, into Marie.

“Aah! Yes!”

He growled loud and let his grip on Marie’s butt loosen up a bit. He felt she was still climaxing though, so he had to linger a little bit longer.

Marie grabbed Logan by his chest hairs and where ever she could reach him to keep herself from loosing the feeling. She thrust herself on his erection a couple more times and then she reached her climax too, screaming.

“God!Yes!”

Marie let herself drop of his lap like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. She was exhausted from all this strain. Fulfilled and satisfied, but exhausted. She lay down next to Logan and put her head on his chest, where she fumbled through his chest hairs again.

“Wow…”

They were speechless for a while, both catching their breath and calming their hearts down, letting the sweat air out a little. They were surrounded by the smell of their sweat and sex. The smell penetrated Logan’s nose and he was actually enjoying it.

After a while Marie broke the silence. She rested her head on one elbow and looked at Logan provocative.

“Well…What took you so long?”

Logan’s face still had a grin slapped on it, when he turned his head towards her.

“Didn’t wanna scare you off, kid.” He replied dryly.

“Or is it too late now?”

He was curious about her answer, though he suspected he had nothing to worry. If she had wanted to run from him, she would have already done it.

“Well…It all depends on what happens from here on…” Marie looked mysteriously at him, hoping to hear something about his feelings for her.

Logan didn’t take the bait, however. He still didn’t know exactly how he felt about her, so he wasn’t gonna lie to her. Instead he revealed his wicked plans for their future.

“I thought we could hang out like this more often… And maybe have that shower you still owe me. “ He smiled wickedly and got some what aroused again by the thought of them together in the shower…

Marie didn’t respond to his ambiguous remarks, she was suddenly thinking about their future in another way. What if her powers came back soon? Then they couldn’t do this anymore.

“Logan? Will you still care for me if my powers have come back again?” She was worried for his answer.

“Listen kid, I’ve always cared for you, powers or no powers. That I’m able to touch you now is just a bonus. And if your powers came back, we’d find a way to do it again. I’m a resourceful man, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Logan picked up her chin, so he could look her right in her brown eyes and show her that he was serious. When he made his last remark, he grinned at her again. He let go of her chin and placed his hand on her head, pushing her closer to his chest. He planted a kiss on her head and snuggled up real close to her.

Marie was delighted with his answer; she needed to hear that from him. She knew he was resourceful, so much it scared her actually. She had been able to absorb his thoughts twice, when he had brought her back from a certain death.
The things she saw in there, the many women and the kinky things he did…They had shocked her, and even revolted her by times.

She let go off those thoughts now and decided to enjoy the moment, she would see what would happen eventually. She snuggled up to Logan, her hand still on his chest, fondling his chest hair. Listening to his heartbeat soothed her, it rocked her to sleep. A dreamy sleep, with flashes of Logan and her doing all the crazy things she saw in his thoughts. But there were dreams about him declaring his undying love for her as well.

Logan felt Marie getting heavier on his chest and he could tell by her breathing that she was asleep. He thought about his feelings for her again. Normally when he had sex he couldn’t wait to get dressed and get the hell out…

But this was different. Sure, he cared for Marie. He always had, he always wanted to protect her and keep her safe. But why?

Logan never got the chance to answer himself, because he dozed off as well. He dreamed about Marie, telling her that he loved her. And it felt so real…

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (9/14)

Rating: NC-17

What did Logan want? He wanted to tear her clothes off with his claws and then touch her, lick her and bite her everywhere, until she screamed out his name from pure pleasure...
But he guessed that that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. He realised there was no escape this time. He had to tell her something or he would loose her forever. How to put it then?

“Right now? Or in general, Marie?” Logan asked her, stalling a bit.

“How about both?” Marie had crossed her arms over each other in a don’t-touch-me-or-I’ll-kill-you- way. He had better back off…

“Okay. I’m gonna start with the general thing. I just wanna live my life without people judging me. I wanna hang out with you, because it feels good. I like having you around. I wanna drink my beers and smoke my cigars and ride my bike and that’s about it.”

Logan sighed; he hated it to have to explain himself. He just reacted on his instincts most of the time and didn’t really think about the consequences.

Now how was he gonna put this nicely without offending Marie…

“Right now…” Logan looked at her seriously and questioned whether it was a smart thing to try and get closer to her.

“Right now I really want to continue where we left off.”

There. He said it. That wasn’t over sexed, was it? Logan was moving closer to Marie.

“Why?”

Marie was backing away from him. She wanted to know if he was in love with her. He was not going to touch her before she knew anything.

Logan was still trying to get closer to her, so Marie was getting up. Logan was getting up as well.

Marie started to back out from Logan faster and shouted:” I want to know why first!”

Logan ran over to her and grabbed her by her wrists. Marie was struggling to get out of his grip. Neither of them noticed that they were standing dangerously close to the edge of the boardwalk.

Suddenly Marie’s foot slipped over the edge and she lost her balance. She dragged Logan along with her, as he was still holding her wrists. It happened so fast they were both very surprised and unable to fight the gravity, so they plunged into the water.

“What the fuck?” Logan shouted, when he realised what was happening.

Marie just screamed her longs out.

They hit the water with a big splash and its coldness embraced their bodies, making them both let out another growl. The summer hadn’t warmed the water up sufficiently yet.

“It’s cold!” Marie yelled at Logan, “This is your entire fault! You idiot!”

Marie had a good mind of showing him it was all the fault of his dumb egoism. She was so angry with him; she pushed his head under the water.

Logan came back up gasping for air. He swung his head so the water spat around him.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked Marie furiously. This wasn’t funny!

Marie wanted to scream back at him, but suddenly the humour of the situation dawned on her. She started to laugh like a maniac and couldn’t stop.

Logan had trouble keeping up with her. Now she was laughing? Maybe it was kind of funny. Suddenly he got it too. He joined Marie in her laughter and together they cracked themselves up.

The laughter faded away just as sudden as it had begun. The atmosphere felt tense all of a sudden. Logan was approaching Marie and looked at her intensely, hungry even.

Marie didn’t react by getting closer to him. She still hadn’t had her answer.

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

She stared back at him, with one eyebrow raised. Just like Logan always did when he was curious or inquisitive. She was eager to hear his answer.

“You want to know why I want to have sex with you? Look at you! You’re a beautiful woman!”

As Logan said it he realised she was not going to be satisfied with this answer. But he couldn’t tell her anything he didn’t know or himself yet. If there was one thing he was not, it was a liar…

“Is that all? Nothing more?”

Marie was disappointed even though she had expected him to respond this way. This was probably the best answer she was gonna get out of him anyway.

“ I’m not sure, Marie. But I’m willing to find out, if you’ll let me.” Logan swam a little closer to her again.

Marie was a little more satisfied with that answer. It was hopeful. He wasn’t sure. So he had had thoughts about her? Marie swam over to Logan to answer his question.

“I’ll let you find out, Logan. Just don’t keep me waiting too long…”

Their faces were inches away. His hazel eyes met her brown ones in a long, intense look which spoke all their unsaid words. Logan broke their stare when his lips touched hers.
Hungry he kissed her and hungry Marie replied. She felt his hands touching her butt, pulling her closer to him. The water surrounding them made it feel funny, everything was lighter. She started to explore his body as well.
She wanted to go out of the water; it was kind of hindering her movements.

“Logan? Shall we continue this elsewhere?” Marie interrupted their game of kissing and exploring.

“Sure kid.” Logan answered hoarsely. ”What did you have in mind then?”

He was a little nervous, he had to admit that. Marie always put him on a pedestal, what if he couldn’t live up to her expectations? Not that he had ever had complaints before, he thought, smirking self fulfilled. But what if she changed her mind?

Marie tried to climb on the boardwalk but her wet clothes suddenly weighed a ton, dragging her down. She was bungling around until she felt Logan’s hands picking her up by her waist and boosting her up like she weighed nothing. Was it any wonder she adored him so much?
She climbed up on the boardwalk and sat down for a while, waiting for Logan to climb out of the water as well. She was feeling cold, shivers ran down her body.

Logan pulled himself up by the boards and then pushed himself up the boardwalk. He sat down next to Marie and noticed her wet clothes were clinging to the curves of her body, not leaving much to be guessed. She was shivering; he wasn’t too warm himself either, so he decided not to sit around any longer here.

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into my bed,”

Logan stood up and held out his hand at Marie. She grabbed hold of it and together they walked towards the mansion. Both of them were hoping not to encounter anyone, because they didn’t feel like explaining themselves.

They tried to sneak trough the mansion, like little kids who had done something wrong.
It was hard though, their shoes made squishy sounds and their clothes were dripping all over the place. They had fun; despite their heavy, wet clothes.

At one point Logan thought he heard something and turned around to look where the noise was coming from, claws already shooting out of his hands. He sniffed and thought he smelled someone familiar but when he looked he didn’t see anything. He retracted his claws but kept his eyes open anyway.

The closer they got to Logan’s room, the more nervous Marie got. The butterflies in her stomach were taking over from her innocent laughter. She was about to loose her virginity to a man who probably had been with so many women he had stopped counting. Talk about pressure…

Logan opened the door to his room and let Marie pass by him first, carefully looking around if no one was there to witness this. He locked the door behind Marie and watched her figure in her clingy clothes. Wow! He couldn’t wait to touch her everywhere, no interruptions what so ever. Just Marie and him, all night long…

“Logan? You mind if I shower first? I feel dirty and cold.”

Marie was really nervous now. She was in Logan’s room and had nowhere to run. She was shivering all over and that wasn’t just from the cold.
God! What was she doing? She was growing more scared by the second. She barely dared to look at him; his wet clothes were showing off his figure, through his white shirt the contours of his body were unbelievable. His nipples shone through, making her shiver even more.

She took off her sobbing shoes and socks and watched Logan do the same to his boots and socks. His boots flew through the room when he kicked them out. They both sighed with relief, glad that those wet, cold things were off their feet.

“Mind if I join you?”

Logan raised his eyebrow and looked at her, answering her question with a question of his own. Already looking forward to what could happen…

Marie was still shaking and she seemed very timid all of a sudden. Now what was that all about?
Damn! She wasn’t scared of him, was she? Was he coming on too strong? She wanted this, didn’t she? She smelled that way…
Then suddenly he remembered the promise he made to himself that he wouldn’t throw himself at her. Jus yet…

“Ehm…okay, I guess. It’s your shower, isn’t it?”

His question had made Marie even more nervous. Flashbacks of Logan standing naked in the bathroom dawned before her eyes. She wasn’t sure she could handle this. She felt like she was about to faint.

“Let me take off your clothes first.”

Logan walked over to her and got hold of the wet shirt that looked like it was painted on her body. He could see her nipples poke through the shirt provocatively. They dared him to touch them. Logan wrapped his hands around her full breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.
Marie let out a whimper and Logan was planning to continue this when he had taken her shirt off.
He pulled the shirt over her head and gazed at her bra. He had seen it before, earlier that day. Her nipples were still poking at him, begging him to touch them.
Logan had to obey and slowly one of his claws slid out of his hands and gently trailed over her belly. When it reached her bra, Marie was really whimpering. She looked at Logan, begging him with her eyes to go on and finish the job.

“Please, Logan. Take it off. I want you to.”

Marie stood there and couldn’t think of anything else but his claw gliding over her skin. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. She had fantasized about his claws undoing her clothing many times already, but the reality unleashed feelings in her, she never knew she had. She was on fire; her breasts were craving his touch. She felt a sensation between her legs that wasn’t coming from her wet pants.
She watched Logan’s claw snap her bra in half and saw the look on his face change when her breasts were finally staring at him. Logan shoved the bra-halves down over her shoulders where they fell to the floor.

He was glad that that barrier between his hands and her breasts was gone. Her breasts were perfect, staring at him, eagerly awaiting his next move. He touched them, massaged them and rubbed them. He had thought about this a million times before and now he finally got his hands on them. He was feeling aroused, his heart began to beat faster and his mouth was dry.
He had trouble controlling himself, the beast inside him was awakening slowly and wanted to taste her, bite her, and devour her. Own her…

Logan’s eyes turned darker and looked so hungry, Marie was startled a little. He felt all this passion for her? His hands slid down from her breasts and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer, roughly. His mouth was kissing hers again, more wild than a moment ago.

Logan pushed his erection against Marie’s hips, he wanted to feel as close to her as possible. He forced his tongue inside her mouth and tasted her sweet essence. His tongue and lips dwelled over her face, kissing, licking and biting. Logan growled with pleasure. His lips trailed down her neck, kissing her behind her ear, licking her.
Marie moaned and this turned Logan on even more. His lips found their way to her breasts and holding them with his hands, he kissed them, one by one and his tongue drew slow circles over them. Getting closer and closer to their centre, Marie moaned even more.

“Please, Logan! Don’t stop!”

Marie was loosing control and grabbed Logan by his still wet hair to force his head to stay put and let his mouth continue what it had started. She felt his tongue caress the nipple of one of her breasts and his lips enclosing it. He sucked it gently, making Marie feel all tingly inside. He bit it, gently at first, then rougher.
Marie let out a little scream. It was a little painful, but she liked the pain…Who would have thought a little pain could intensify the erotic feelings she had?

Logan turned to her other breast to give it the same attention. He loved tasting it; it was like nothing he had ever tasted before. He pressed his nose deep in the wobbly flesh to fill his nostrils with that sweet, intoxicating smell. Marie’s hands were grasping his hair, totally out of control. He smirked a little. He knew he was good, but this good?

Logan paused for a minute to catch his breath and looked at Marie’s flushed face and breasts. There were some bite marks on her neck. She was already wearing his marks. Good!

“Didn’t you same something about a shower, kid?”

Logan’s eyebrow was raised and he smiled mischievously at her. He was in the mood for some serious soaping up...

Marie felt a little embarrassed, she felt naked, not just literally. She just let herself go like that.
And by God! If what Logan did to her just now was any sign of what was to come next, she was in for some serious embarrassing moaning! That thought made her flush even more.

Logan took her hand and they walked to the bathroom. He pulled his wet shirt over his head and then turned to Marie. His hand caressed her cheek, Marie responded to it by rubbing her cheek against it. His hand trailed over her breasts, down to her belly. When it reached her pants, his other hand joined him and they opened up the button of her pants. The zipper was next.
Logan pushed her wet pants down over her legs, which wasn’t easy, sinking to his knees while doing it. He grabbed her feet one by one and let them step out of the pants.
He still sat on his knees; his eyes were looking at her panties. He could smell her, and it made him dizzy with lust. He wanted to taste all of her, right now. His claws shot out of his right hand and gently slid over her legs, to rip her panties in two. She was now totally naked.

Marie was shivering again, she was standing naked in front of Logan who sat on his knees and looked up at her. She was nervous as hell.

“I wanna taste you, right now!”

Logan pushed his face between her legs and found her clit quickly. He darted his tongue over it, making Marie feel weak in the knees. She smelled just like she tasted, he loved it. He couldn’t get enough of it. It drove him crazy.

Marie was overwhelmed by Logan’s licking. She was about to loose total control, she felt flushed and tingly all over her body. Her knees were barely strong enough to carry her; Logan gave her feelings she had never had before…

She grabbed his wet hair again, holding on to it to keep her from falling down and to make sure he went on with what he was doing. Then, all of a sudden, he just stopped.

“Whoa, darlin’. Not everything at once! First, we take a shower.”

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (8/14)

Rating: PG 13

Logan rode the bike over the mansion’s drive way into the garage again. He slowed down, stopped and turned the engine off. He waited for Marie to get off the bike first, and then he stretched himself. He was a bit stiffened. Nothing his healing powers wouldn’t fix, though. He felt Marie step off the bike, and then he stepped off himself. He turned around to look at her. He gave her a big grin, forgetting all about the bugs splattered all over his teeth and face.

“Home, sweet home, kid.” He watched Marie take of the helmet and shake her hair back and forth. Hmmmm…Looked kind of nice. He ruffled her hair.

“Logan?” Marie looked at him with disgust. He had bugs all over his teeth and face. Really groce!
“You’d better wash up and brush your teeth; there are all sorts of…bugs…and… stuff.”
Thank God he wasn’t asking her for a kiss, because right now, she had definitely said no!

“I’ll fix it when we get upstairs. You wanna join me for a late dinner, kid?” Logan looked at Marie, whose face still looked disgusted.
“Come on, don’t be such a wimp! If you wanna learn how to ride a bike, this all comes with the territory!” He grinned at Marie again, showing off his bug collection.

“You really are disgusting! Has anyone ever told you that, sugar? Anyway, I’ll join you for dinner. Let me take off my suit first. I think there might be a toothbrush in the change room as well.” Marie was grinning back at Logan. She loved it when he made her smile. He had such a dry sense of humour, it was great!

They walked into the change room and Marie stopped by the bench where her clothes were lying.
“The bathroom is over there, Logan. Give me a minute?”

Logan walked to the bathroom and found a toothbrush. He grinned at himself in the mirror and saw that this was one of his biggest body counts. He rinsed his mouth with water first, and then brushed his teeth. He splashed some water over his face to clean that as well. All done, he walked out of the bathroom. He figured Marie would be ready by now.

Oops…He was wrong. She was standing there putting her shirt over head, her belly uncovered. And a nice belly it was… She was wearing a gorgeous bra, it was black with lace and it was pushing her breasts closer to one another. He could barely keep himself from touching those creamy, full breasts. His hands were itching.
She was just pulling her shirt down over her head. When her head popped out she stared at Logan, who was staring at her breasts.

“We seem to be bumping into each other a lot these days. Without clothes, that is…”
Logan gave her an innocent, yet devilishly wicked grin and winked at her.

“…………..” Marie just stared at him. She was perplexed for a moment.

“Enjoyed the show, sugar?” Marie found her wits again and repeated the words he said to her when she saw him naked in the bathroom. She was okay with this. She was a little embarrassed, because he seemed to be unable to stop staring at her breasts. But it made her laugh as well. And kind of pleased with herself. Her stomach was starting to rumble again, reminding her of what it wanted.
“Just let me put my shoes on, then we’re gonna eat. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse!”
Marie put her shoes on and walked to the exit.

Logan didn’t get a chance to react to her clever response, but maybe that was just as well. He felt kind of stupid for staring at her breasts like that. She handled it very well; he was impressed by her. He followed her out of the room.

They walked into the kitchen and Marie practically attacked the fridge. She searched for any left overs from this evening’s dinner. Ah! There was some Chinese food! Good! She grabbed the food containers and turned to Logan.
“You want some Chinese food too?” She hardly awaited his response and threw the stuff on a plate which she put in the microwave.

“Sure, kid. As long as it’s solid and fills up my stomach. I’m not too picky.” Logan looked at her with astonishment. She seemed very hungry indeed, throwing all the food on a plate, not even waiting to hear his response! He didn’t mind though, the sooner he could eat, the better.

The microwave announced that the food was ready, so Marie opened the door. Careful not to burn herself, she took out the plate. She put in another plate with food.
“Yours is ready, sugar!” Marie held out the plate for Logan.

Thankfully he accepted the plate. He thought about letting her eat first for a second, but the animal inside him wouldn’t give up the chow. No way! He sat down on a stool near the counter and dug in. Marie looked at him with disgust.

When her own plate with food was warmed up, she took it out and sat down opposite Logan. She dug in as well.

Logan looked at her with played disgust. With his mouth full he said:” I thought you women never ate like that?” He was grinning. He liked it that she was just indulging her urges.

Marie let out a huge burp. ”Like what?” She giggled. This was fun, not complicated. Just plain fun, hanging out with Logan and being able to act like herself.
“Logan? Thanks for taking me with you today. I really enjoyed it. It made me forget about everything. Hanging out with you like this, it’s great.” Marie stuffed her mouth again. She felt kind of shy. With Logan you never knew if he was gonna respond seriously to these things.

“No need to thank me, kid. I had a good time myself, hanging out with you. I’m looking forward to teaching you how to ride yourself.” ‘Especially in your tight, leather outfit,’ Logan
thought to himself. ‘Whoa! Down boy! Just control your self for once!’

They were just about done eating, when Storm walked in.
“Hey you two! Where have you been hanging out? I thought you were coming over to me, Marie? Are you alright?” Storm was glad she found Rogue. She had been looking for her all over. She was worried about her. She had figured Logan had taken her somewhere, but she was glad to finally see her in the flesh anyway.

“Hey Storm! Logan took me for a ride on his bike, so I could forget all my troubles. It worked! I’m fine. Xavier said that I wasn’t in any danger, but that my powers will return again. He’s not sure when, but they will. I told him that maybe there’s a permanent cure to be found in the stuff you guys gathered, and he’s gonna look at it some more. But it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to learn how to control my powers, so if you’ll still help me with that?” Marie forgot all about Storm. She said she would go over to her and fill her in, but then time went by so fast…

“Of course I’ll help you, Rogue. I’m glad you’re okay; I had figured that Logan had swept you away, but in the light of recent events, you never know…” Storm gave Logan an accusing look. He should have thought this through.

She continued, looking at Rogue: “I’m sorry to hear about your powers, I know that you are happier without them. I really hope it will take a long time before they get back. But in the mean time, it gives us a good chance to practice controlling them.”
Storm put her hand on Marie’s arm to show her sympathy.
“It’s getting late, so I’m heading off to bed. Glad you’re okay, Rogue. By the way: Jubilee has been looking for you too! I think she’s hanging out with Piotr right now.”

Storm walked out of the kitchen, thinking that it was typical Logan to just take Rogue away without telling anybody where they were headed. She knew that he would never let anyone hurt her, but he never stopped to think about anyone else who might be worried about Rogue. She just hoped Rogue wasn’t falling for him head over heels. Actually, she was pretty sure Rogue already had. She was gonna get hurt, knowing Logan. And Storm felt sorry for her.

Logan felt attacked by Storm. What was up with that look? She was always mothering over those kids. He was perfectly able to take care of Marie! He knew what he was doing when it came to her. It pissed him off, that people never gave him credit. He wasn’t just some animal with claws and brute power. He could think for himself…

“Logan? What’s up? Did Storm say something to offend you? Or did I?” Marie could see that Logan was beginning to look grim. He was struggling with something. Was he feeling lectured by Storm about taking her with him?
“Is it what Storm said about you taking me with you?” Marie thought she saw Storm cast Logan an accusing look when she talked about that.

“I’m not an animal.” Logan stood up from his stool, he looked really pissed. He barged out of the kitchen. Marie was astonished by his answer…She didn’t say he was an animal, did she? She hastily jumped off her stool and left all the clutter in the kitchen for what it was. She followed the sound of Logan’s footsteps, catching up with him as he walked out of the mansion.
“Logan? Please, tell me. What’s the matter?” Marie was confused. Was he mad at her?

Logan stopped for a moment and looked Marie in her eyes.
“Everybody seems to think I’m this animal with claws and no brains. I can think. It’s the same everywhere. I just don’t get accepted for who I am. People don’t accept me because I’m a beast. And all these mutants, who ought to know better, just accept me as a beast. They don’t think I’m capable of anything else besides fighting, growling and probably even licking myself. I’m sick of it.”
Logan walked on, Marie following him. Logan was really mad, and hurt. Even though he would never admit that.

“You shouldn’t hang out with me, kid. I’m just an animal,” he said, disappointed.

Marie almost tripped over her feet in trying to keep up with him. She had to talk some sense into him! This was crazy talk! If he would just stop for once!

They had reached the boat house and Logan sat down on the board walk. He slowly let his claws come out of his hands and stared at them.
‘I am an animal’, he thought to himself. ‘The facts are right here’. He growled silently.

Marie sat down on the board walk next to Logan and tried to put an arm around him. He was a lot taller than she was, not to mention immensely broad, so it wasn’t easy. He sat there, staring at his claws. Like a pile of misery.

“Logan, now you listen to me. You’re not an animal! You’re a mutant, one with really cool powers, and it’s those powers that got you your claws. It’s your choice whether you use them or not. Yes, you are a good fighter and growler, and if the licking yourself part is true, you have to show me that sometime…” Marie cast Logan a naughty look and she saw a faint smile appear on his face.
“But…You’re also a great thinker, strategic, a fabulous live saver and protector and if some people don’t see that, that’s their loss. At Xavier’s everyone accepts you and loves you. I love you, Logan. Storm is just our overprotective mother type; she didn’t mean anything by it. Besides, I could have told her myself I was going with you. It’s not your responsibility.”
Marie looked at Logan to see what impact her words had on him. She wanted to be there for him, he was always there for her, and it was time to return the favour.

Logan looked up at Marie. Maybe she was right. Storm was just pissed ‘cause she had all these motherly feelings she projected on the students. He couldn’t blame her for that. And he knew most people at Xavier’s accepted him, they were all freaks, so why shouldn’t they? He was blinded by his beastly fury again. He knew he was worth more. He had to be. Why else would Marie love him? He was feeling a little happier.

“Is that why you love me, kid, because I can lick myself?” He looked at Marie with his eyebrow raised, smiling evil at her. Daring her to respond.

“Yes, sugar. That’s it. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since I met you. I heard the gossip and thought to myself: it can’t be true…But I’ll make it my life’s mission to discover it.” Marie exaggerated her southern accent; to make herself sound like a bad actress in some shitty movie. She couldn’t help laughing at the end of her words, though.

Logan couldn’t help himself either. He laughed with her.
“You wanna hear something funny, kid?” Logan’s face was getting serious again.
He picked up a lock of her hair and put it behind her ear, so he could whisper in it:
“It’s true…”

When he picked up her hair, his fingers brushed through her neck hair, giving her goose bumps. Or was his answer responsible for that? She was getting visions of a naked Logan licking himself and it kind of disgusted her, but aroused her at the same time…
He had to be lying! He couldn’t be that limber, right?
“You’re a liar!” Marie yelled at him offended. She gave him a playful slap.

Logan grabbed her hand and twisted it on her back.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. You will probably never know. And what were you gonna do now? I’ve got you in my grip and you can’t escape…” Logan challenged her. He was in a playful mood. It might be good for her though. She had hardly been able to resist her kidnapper, it was time he taught her a few things himself…

“How is this for loosing your grip?” Marie swiftly moved in on Logan and kissed him on the lips.
Wow…There was that chemistry again. She just wanted to give him a little kiss so he would release her, but now she just couldn’t stop kissing him! Especially when his lips were answering her kiss. Hungry. His grip on her wrist was getting looser. Their lips were playing a game of licking and biting and pretty soon Logan’s tongue was joining in. He gently licked it over her lips and then thrust it in her mouth. Marie accepted his tongue and played with it. The hand that was on her wrist a moment ago, was now wandering over her body. Touching her breasts, eagerly. His other hand was pulling her closer to him, almost in a compelling way.

“Wait! “ Suddenly Marie was back to her senses. What was happening now? She was having a flashback of the evening by the campfire.
Her mouth backed away from his, thus stopping the kissing. She entangled from their embrace and pushed Logan away. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. She looked at his face, he seemed taken by surprise. She held one hand on his chest to keep him at a safe distance. She looked him deep in his eyes and asked him on a serious tone:

“What is it you want, Logan?”

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (7/14)

Rating: PG 13

Logan walked up to his room to take off his uniform; he had been wearing it long enough now. Besides, it was getting warmer and warmer, summer was finally kicking in and since Logan wasn’t exactly the cold blooded type he couldn’t wait to get out of his sweaty uniform. So he put on his old, familiar jeans and a shirt. He shoved his feet into his boots and then he was on his way to Storm’s room. He had to bring Marie back to the professor. He was glad the professor would tell her the news himself after the hateful look she sent him; he couldn’t do much good anyway. But maybe there was hope yet; the doctor and professor were still examining the green stuff. Maybe it could cure Marie permanently?

Logan knocked on Storm’s door and thanks to his super hearing he could hear Storm and Marie talk. Marie sounded happy again, they were blabbing about all sorts of stuff. Women stuff. Gave Logan the willies.

“Come in!” Storm shouted at the door. She guessed that the visitor at her door was Logan, here to take Rogue to the Professor again. She was glad Rogue’s spirits were up again.

Logan opened the door and saw Storm and Marie sitting cosy by a cup of tea. Jeez…a few minutes ago her life was over, and now she was over it?! And they say guys are weird?!
“Rogue, you comin’with me? The professor has some things to tell you. He’s in his office again.” Logan waited for Marie to follow him.

“Okay, just give a minute; I have to drink up my tea.” Marie looked at Logan haughty.
Ouch! That hurt! It was like a cold front just swept in, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t Storm who was doing it. Well, he probably deserved it. He didn’t comfort her earlier. And he just took off this morning in the middle of their foreplay…’Okay, so I’m a dick. I get the message.’ Logan thought to himself, a bit agitated.
“Aren’t you curious what the Prof has to say?” Logan was getting impatient. Women and their tea. It was a mystery to him.

Marie finished drinking her tea, got up and looked at Storm:” I’ll tell you what the professor said later, okay? Thank you. See you in a little while!” Marie followed Logan who was already by the door. Mister Impatient. They walked down the stairs and into the office of Xavier. On the way over there neither of them said a word; there was an unpleasant silence between them.

“Rogue, my dear child, have a seat. Logan, there’s one for you too, if you’d like.” Xavier smiled at the both of them. He was trying to reconcile them. He thought Rogue might need a friend right now.

“I think I’ll go, professor, if it’s all the same to you. I’ve got this thing to do.” Logan was lying through his teeth. He knew when his presence was not wanted, so he was going to go elsewhere.

“Logan? Please stay with me?” Marie turned around and begged him to stay with her eyes, holding out her hand to him. Sure, she was mad at him. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t be with her, right now. She still loved him. So much it hurt.

Logan was puzzled. He had thought it before and probably would do it a million more times:
Women and their signals! He thought she couldn’t stand him right now? She made it pretty clear! Ah well, anything to keep the peace. He took hold of her outstretched hand and sat down in the chair next to her. She was nervous, he could smell it.

“Rogue, we found out who your kidnapper was and why he had to have you, specifically.” Xavier looked at Rogue with compassion and told her everything they had found out. He told her they were still examining all the fluids and it would take some time before that was all done. He also told her that her life was not in any direct danger.
“Also, I need to tell you, you will be a mutant again. However, we don’t know when. It could be within days, it could be within months. That’s not for sure. But it will happen, though.”

Logan looked at Marie to see her reaction. He squeezed her hand a little tighter. She was getting glassy eyes and her facial expression changed from eager to know into dark and horrified.

Marie felts her eyes fill up with tears. ‘This is it. It really is over. I am walking around with a freaking time bomb in my body, waiting to go off. And then I will go back to being a social outcast again. A lonely, bitter woman who’ll end up with 10 cats, because nobody can be with me…’ Marie thought to herself bitterly.
“Professor? Isn’t there a way, to make it last? To keep my skin from changing again? You’re not done examining, you said so yourself. Maybe you can make some sort of cure for me?”
Marie looked hopeful at the professor. She had always thought of him as the man with all the answers. Solutions to every problem, big or small, Xavier had them. She was regaining hope.

“Is that really what you want, Rogue? Are you happier like this? Are you sure that this is what you want for the rest of your life? It’s a big decision to make. But if you’re sure about it, I’ll tell Doctor Robert about it. Maybe he can find something.” Xavier smiled at Rogue again. He could understand what made her do this. Her mutancy wasn’t one she could control. Yet. It defined a great part of her life, defined who she was. Without human contact forever. That was tough. Maybe he wanted the same thing in her position…

“Was that it, professor? Are we good to go?” Logan was becoming impatient again. He had heard it all before. He was concerned about Marie. He wanted to do something fun with her, to get her mind of this whole thing. Show her that he could be her friend. Then maybe she would defrost a little towards him…

“If Rogue doesn’t have any more questions, you are free to go. But Rogue, please think about this some more. And let me know what you decide. If I have any news whatsoever, I will let you know. And please, be careful, you two.” Xavier gave them a fatherly look again.

Rogue got up, and told the professor that she was doing fine. And that she would be careful. She looked at Logan, who was already standing by his chair and looking at her with one eyebrow raised. “You sure you’re ready, kid?”

“You know, I just thought of something, maybe it will cheer you up. How about a ride on my bike? The wind in our faces, forgetting all our troubles. Sounds good?” Logan hoped she would say yes, and gave her a little push in the back so she walked further to the door. It was not exactly his own bike; it was an old bike from Scott. When Scott took off, he rode away on his new bike, of course. But since he left this old one behind, Logan thought it wouldn’t hurt to make a few adjustments to it, so he could have the pleasure of riding it. Double exhausts with more noise, even more power, that sort of thing. Logan grinned to himself. If Scott saw what Logan did to his bike…

“Are you serious? I’d love too!” Rogue looked at him with her big brown eyes, and suddenly had a grin from ear to ear. She had never ridden with him before. Holding on tight to Logan on the back of a motorcycle…Wind blowing through her hair, well, so to speak. Driving at an unimaginable speed…What was not to like?????
Marie was running towards the door, she was all enthusiasm. She could shout from happiness!

Logan hoped she would say yes, but he never saw this one coming. He couldn’t help but grin; she was a funny one, that kid. He had trouble keeping up with her, down the stairs, through the mansion.

“What should I wear, sugar? I don’t have a motor outfit. Wait, how about my uniform? It’s in the basement anyway.” Marie was very excited, she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Your uniform will do for now. But if you plan on riding with me more often, you’re gonna have to get a real outfit, kid! Aah! Heck! I’ve got to stop by my room, to grab my jacket. I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?” Logan couldn’t stop grinning when he looked at Marie. She seemed so happy. He loved to see her like this. It gave him a warm feeling inside. A feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. A fuzzy feeling. He hated fuzzy feelings...

Marie had reached the basement and she was practically skipping, she felt so happy! Logan said she could ride with him more often, which was so great! She was putting on her X Men uniform and checked herself in the mirror. She always felt kind of sexy in her uniform. It was following the curves of her body, and the black leather felt so…kinky. Self assured she stepped out of the changing room and walked over to Logan’s bike. Her hand slid over the tank, caressing it. She gave the bike a look of approval and decided to try it for size. She swung one leg over the bike, and seated her butt on the saddle. That saddle didn’t seem very big for two persons…She smiled a wicked smile…This was gonna be great.

Logan was wearing his jacket by now, walked through the doors of the basement and looked in the direction of his bike. He saw Marie sitting on it. Wow! He raised his eyebrow and paused for a moment to enjoy the view. Her back was facing him; she was dressed in her very tight X Men uniform. She looked very curvy, something he didn’t really notice until now. Her long legs, which were standing on the ground either side of the bike, were wrapped up tight in the black leather pants and knee high boots. Logan found the black leather extremely sexy. How was he gonna keep his mind on riding a bike, when he knew the woman who was holding him tight, was dressed like that???
He whistled with approval at Marie and walked over to her.

Marie turned around, looked at him and felt a blush coming on.
“Logan…I was just getting the feel of riding a bike. Is my outfit okay? Not too much? You think that maybe you wanna teach me how to ride a motorcycle?” Marie was still very excited; she was ready to hop on! Why did Logan have to whistle at her? Was it a compliment? A joke? It made her insecure.

Logan had taken a seat behind Marie. He pressed his body against hers.
“Your outfit is perfect, I’ll teach you anything, dressed like that,” he whispered in her ear.
He leaned over some more and grabbed her right hand. He put it on the right handle bar.
“That’s the gas, you can turn the handle. You feel that?” Logan‘s other hand was placed on her left hip. Damn. He loved to feel her. His hand trailed up her waist, he leaned back a little so he could take a better look at Marie’s curvy back. He let go of Marie’s right hand, and put his own right hand around her waist as well. He loved the feel of the leather. And her waist felt so tiny. She was just perfect.
The smell of the leather combined with Marie’s own smell drove Logan to frenzy. He filled his nostrils with that smell and moved his hands up her upper body, ready to fill them with her perfect breasts. Ready to make his move.

Marie was seriously experiencing a temperature rise right now. She was starting to blush all over. Logan touching her felts so damn good…But by God! Did that man know what he wanted? Was it friendship, or more? Marie was confused again. Logan seemed to be eager to ride something, but it wasn’t his bike…
She wanted to jump at him as well; she could hardly focus on anything but his hands holding her waist, going up and nearly touching her breasts. His lips breathing in her neck, his loins pressed against her buttocks. But she didn’t get him! Well, he was not the only one who could play hard to get! She’d show him! She wouldn’t be toyed with!

“Logan? What does the left hand do then?” Marie asked him a simple question.

Logan was thrown back into reality. ‘What does the left hand do? It touches your waist, kid! It’s ready to touch you over your leather outfit and unzip you, so it can hold your breasts.’ Logan thought it was obvious. But wait…that was not what she meant, was it? She was talking about riding the bike again…He thought he could smell something else though. Why didn’t she want him to touch her? Was she still pissed?

“Are you still pissed at me, kid?” Logan was dissapointed, his hands slid down to her waist.

“No, Logan. I just thought we were going for a ride, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting you to grope me. We all know what that leads to...” Marie was pleased with herself for resisting Logan. It was a hard thing to do. But she wanted him to understand how he made her feel, this morning. Maybe then he would get it.

“Okay, kid. Get up. There’s a helmet over there, put it on.” Logan stepped of the bike abruptly. He talked in a curt manner and pointed at a helmet lying on the ground. If this is what she wanted, this is what she got. Now who was playing with whom?

Marie swung her leg over the bike again and walked over to Logan. She stood very close to him, looked up and said:” I’m sorry Logan. I just don’t know what’s going on between us lately. Things are different somehow. We seem to fight a lot. It hurts. I just want us to be friends.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist, and put her head on his chest.

Logan answered her hug by wrapping his arms around her body as well. He planted a kiss on her head and said:” We are still friends, Marie.” He was lying. They passed that station a few days ago. He didn’t know what they were anymore. But they couldn’t go back to being ‘just friends’.
He lifted one arm and pushed Marie’s head closer to his chest. He wondered if his feelings for her were just sexual attraction, or more. He hoped to find out, eventually…

Marie wasn’t too happy with his answer. She felt a “but” coming. Maybe he was just as confused as she was. She didn’t want to argue about it again, so she kept her mouth shut. She was ready to get out of here, now even more.

“Come on, kid. I promised you a ride; now let’s go for a ride!” Logan let go of Marie and grabbed the helmet from the floor. “Put it on, and plant your ass where it should be, right behind mine!” He gave Marie the helmet and sat down on his bike. He took his sunglasses from his jacket and put them on. He started the engine and twisted the gas handle several times. The bike growled like an animal. This is why he loved to ride too; the bike was an animal, just like him. A loudly growling animal.

Marie put the helmet on and wore her sunglasses as well. She swung her leg over the bike saddle and crawled real close to Logan, putting her arms tight around his waist. So far, so good. She heard Logan playing with the gas several times, the vibrations of the motor trembled through her body. It felt kind of nice. It was loud, though. She could barely hear a thing but a persistent rumbling tone in her ears.

“The left hand is used for clutching!” Logan shouted over the rumble of the bike.

“Okay! Logan? Shouldn’t you wear a helmet?” the information about the handles didn’t really interest Marie anymore. She knew he was a quick healer, with an adamantium skull and all, but shouldn’t he look like a dork too? Why should she alone have to wear a helmet? ‘I probably look just as stupid as Magneto.’ Marie thought to herself, grinning a little.

“I look terrible with helmet hair!” Logan turned his head, grinned at Marie and then turned his head back again. He kicked the side stand in, swung his left leg on the step, gave the bike a little more gas and took off with high speed. He drove out of the garage, over the mansion’s drive way and on to the open road. Freedom! At last! He had a grin from ear to ear but he regretted that quickly ‘cause within seconds the first insect encountered a violent and messy death on his teeth. Many more would follow that day. Groce. Logan spat the bug’s rests to the side.
“You enjoying the ride kid?” Logan shouted at Marie.

Marie was overwhelmed by this new experience. She didn’t expect the wind to feel this hard and strong. She felt like she was being lifted from the bike, so she held on really tight to Logan. She tried to look past his back on one side, to see some of the road and surroundings. The helmet kind of felt like it could blow of her head any minute. It didn’t fit too well. The wind slapped her face, where the helmet and glasses weren’t on it.
It was actually a bit scary. But she felt save anyway. She knew Logan would be careful. She loved to be able to hold him so close, without any suspicious thoughts. She liked the wind cooling her off, because it was a pretty warm day. All in all, she had to get used to the experience, but she felt free. Nothing on her mind but the ride. She was starting to smile.
“It’s great, Logan!” She would like to tell him every detail, but there was no point. He probably wouldn’t hear her anyway, with the wind and the bike sounds.

Logan was feeling great. No worries on his mind, just him, in control over the growling animal between his legs. Feeling the arms of Marie wrapped around him, clinging to him for safety, was making him feel good. He was glad that she trusted him like this. It wasn’t strange though, considering the amount of times he had saved her life by now.

Marie was getting used to the feeling and tried to loosen her hands from their firm grip. She put one hand on Logan’s upper leg and squeezed it a little, through his jeans. Her hand wandered up a little.

Logan lifted his eyebrow and looked down at the hand wandering over his upper leg. This was no time to be playing dangerous games. He had to stay in control over the bike. He wondered how long they had been riding already, since it was getting darker already. They were still in the environment of the Mansion, so Logan decided it was time to head home again. He was kind of hungry too. Marie’s hand had gone back to its initial place again, around his waist. That was a huge relief.

Marie saw that they were heading back to the mansion. How long had they been riding? For hours maybe. It was getting darker already. Her back was kind of sore. And her stomach started to rumble. She saw the road that leads to the mansion dawn and in a way she was sorry the ride would be over soon. But on the other hand she was glad. She felt stiff.

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (6/14)

Rating: PG 13

Logan is knocking on Xavier’s door.

“Ah, Rogue, Logan, come on in, I’ve been expecting you!” Xavier looks inquisitive at Rogue.
“Are you alright, my dear? Are you hurt? I’m so glad you’re back!”

He can’t help himself, he looks in her head. Because she’s so sad, she’s more open to him than normally. It’s hard NOT to look in her head. He sees fragments of thoughts. A deformed guy, standing over her, Rogue strapped to a bed, feeling scared. Logan walking in, killing the man. Logan, lying against her in bed. And then a jungle of emotions, images and smells. By God! Something happened between them. He can’t say he’s too surprised though. He knows how Rogue feels about Logan. And Logan, well, he is of course very fond of Rogue, but he doesn’t realise how much just yet. He is not very good at controlling his urges, so Xavier is not surprised. Also it explains the awkward vibe coming of both of them.

“I’m fine, professor, thank you. My power is gone now, but it’s alright. I can hug people now, without being scared, you see?” Rogue hugs him, to show him what she means. And because she wants to, she can sure use a hug right now. The ass next to her, won’t give her one, that’s for sure.

“I’m glad you’re okay with it, Rogue. But I don’t want to take you downstairs to the lab and run a few tests. We don’t know, what happened to you. Maybe it’s not permanent. And I want to make sure, your condition is fine.” Xavier pets Rogue on the back, and she let’s go of him.

“Logan, I thought you and Storm and Kurt might want to go over to the place where you found Rogue. Bring back the man here, and search for some clues about him. Find out what he did to Rogue. Collect anything that may seem useful.” Xavier looks at Logan. It’s best now, that he’s got something to do. Logan isn’t one for sitting down.

“Okay. See you later, kid?” He answers the professor and then turns to Marie.

“Sure Logan. I won’t go anywhere, I promise. I love being a guinea pig way too much!”
The truth is, she’s kind of scared. What if it turns out, that the guy put something scary in her? Or what if her powers will come back? She’s actually enjoying herself. Although…she’s been hurt seriously by Logan. This wouldn’t have happened if she had had her powers. Crap!

Logan walks out of the office and Marie and the professor follow him.
Logan turns around the corner, to go to the attic where Storm’s room is. He’s glad he can do something. He can sure use the distraction; thinking about Marie is driving him crazy.

Rogue and the professor are standing in the elevator, going down to the infirmary.

“Professor? I don’t have to leave, do I? Now that I’m no mutant anymore...”Rogue sounds insecure.

“My child, first of all: we’re not sure if your power will be gone forever. Secondly: this is a school for gifted youngsters. I consider you a very gifted one myself; I would never send you away. This is your home, for as long as you want it to be.” Xavier feels sorry that she has to worry about that. He would never send her away!

When they reach the sub-basement, the elevator doors open. The professor rolls out in his wheel chair, Rogue follows him on foot.
They get to the laboratory, and Rogue sees a man in a white coat she hasn’t seen before. Normally Jean did this kind of thing, but they have had to replace her, obviously.

Xavier tells the man what happened to Rogue, and asks for a blood test, and some other tests.

“Lay down on that bed, Rogue. Doctor Robert will need some of your blood, and he will check on your vital signs. An overall check-up, you could say.” He smiles at her, trying to sooth her.

” It’s alright, Marie. You won’t get hurt. I promise.” Xavier’s voice is in Marie’s head. She thinks it’s spooky every time, but she knows it’s gonna be okay. The testing part anyway. The results she’s not so sure of…

Doctor Robert checks on her heart rate, longs, blood pressure, pupils, ears, throat and even more. Then he draws her blood, and puts it in all sorts of tubes and also under a microscope.
He looks at it, and calls Xavier over.

”You should see this, Charles.”

Logan has told Storm they have permission to take the Jet again and bring home the man who hurt Rogue and find clues about what happened to her. They have picked up Kurt as well, and are all suited up again and ready to go.
They’re boarding the Jet, and Storm turns all the switches on, starting the engine as well. She’s checking the meters and finds the coordinates in the computer. They are all buckled up, Logan sitting next to Storm again, Kurt behind them. They are taking off and flying to the same place they did not so long ago. When they come near it, it all looks the same. Well, except that it’s broad daylight now. Storm lands them safely on the same spot as yesterday, still not scraping any trees. The Jet is standing on the ground and all switches are turned off again. They all unbuckle and walk down the stairs, a whole lot calmer than yesterday. There’s not a life at stake now.

Xavier rolls over to the microscope and takes a look for himself. The DNA cells that normally contain the mutated cells are highly unstable. They are shifting colour and shape, from a strange, green colour to a vibrant, yellow one. Turning from small ovals to larger ones. It doesn’t look good. His guess is that whatever has caused Rogue’s cells to loose their mutation isn’t strong enough to keep it up. He hopes that no damage will have been done, that Rogue’s cells will be strong enough to handle it. She might be in real danger. Or she will just turn into a mutant again. Either way it won’t take very long. This will break Marie’s heart. She seemed so happy. He has never met any mutant who was happy without their powers, but Rogue was.
He talks to Doctor Robert, about his opinion. It’s not until they know what is inside Rogue’s cells, that they can be sure whether it will hurt her or not. How is he gonna tell her this?

Logan, Storm and Kurt are entering the building. They brought a big body bag with them. Everything is exactly the way they left it yesterday. The door that Logan broke down is still lying there. As is the man, whom he stabbed yesterday. The puddle of blood has gotten bigger and is kind of dry now. It looks disgusting. Logan puts the body bag on the floor, picks the man up and puts him inside of the bag. He zips him up, and there’s nothing left to see. Good riddens. He shouldn’t have touched his girl. If it were up to him, he’d leave him here to rot, but he understands the guy might have important information about Marie.

Storm and Kurt are wandering the room, searching for clues. Storm guesses the green fluid bag standing next to the bed, might be important too. So she takes it with her. She also sees bottles with stuff in it, standing in a rack. She picks the rack up, too.

Kurt sees some documents lying on a table. There’s no computer or anything, the place is really poor. Everything looks old and rusty. Simple. The man clearly didn’t work for a big organisation; he had little money, by the looks of it.

They search the rest of the building, but this is all they can find. Logan picks up the body bag and swings it over his shoulder. Kurt and Storm bring along their findings and they’re off to the Jet. They walk up the stairs and Logan throws the body bag in a chair where he buckles it up. He doesn’t want the guy to get thrown in his neck when they’re flying.
Kurt puts the documents in a bag, and Storm stashes the bottles and the green fluid bag safely in a closet. They take their seats, and off they go.

Rogue is worried. What are the doctor and the professor talking about? What did they see? Is it bad?

“Professor…Is everything okay?” Rogue asks silently, shivering a little.
She’s sitting up again, still a little woozy from the loss of blood, but she manages.

Xavier rolls over to her, and puts a hand on her upper leg.

“My dear child. The problem is, I can’t tell you yet. Your mutant cells are highly unstable; I don’t know what will happen. I’m sure it will all be fine, but I’m hoping Logan and the others might bring some more answers. There is a good chance though; you might get your powers back.” He sees Rogue’s face stiffen. She’s in shock. She looks scared.

Rogue is confused. What doe he mean, “Don’t know what will happen yet?” Is she gonna explode or something? And what’s that crap about getting her powers back? She doesn’t want them anymore! She’s better off without them! She feels saddened. So, that was it. No more touching and kissing from now on. No more nothing. Her life is over…

The Jet is hovering above the basketball court again, and there are a lot of student noses pressed against the window to look at it. The court opens up, and Storm lowers the Jet. She flies it into the hangar at slow speed, and lands them safely again. She turns off the switches and the engine slows down, to finally stop.
They all unbuckle themselves and get up. Logan unbuckles the body bag and walks down the Jet stairs. Kurt picks up his bag with documents and Storm gathers her fluids from the closet.
They walk over to the lab with their things and find the professor, Doctor Robert and Rogue in there.

“Here’s the bastard! Be careful though, he’s a bit bloody.”

Logan throws the body bag on the floor, in front of the professor. He looks at Marie; she looks like she just got some bad news. She’s got watery eyes and her lips are trembling. The same lips that were kissing his this morning. What should he do? Go over there? He hates it when women are crying.

“You okay, kid?” Logan asks Marie from a safe distance.

Marie sees Logan, Storm and Kurt walk in, and hopes they bring her some good news. Then she looks at Logan a bit too long and can’t hold back her tears anymore. She can never touch him again. Even if he would want her to do it, she probably never can. It sucks. Is it too much to ask for a little happiness once?

“No, I’m not okay, Logan! My life is over!” Rogue pours out her heart and her tears as well.

Storm hastily puts her things in Logan’s arms, and runs over to the poor kid. Logan can be such an insensitive bastard sometimes! Can’t he see she’s hurt? She puts her arm around Rogue and pushes Rogue’s head on her chest.

“Sssssshhhh. It’s gonna be okay, you hear me? We’re gonna fix this; make you good as new again! Don’t worry!” Storm isn’t sure about all that, but she has to try and comfort Rogue anyway. Rogue is sobbing on Storm’s head, quivering. She’s really in pain, poor girl.

“Storm, why don’t you take Rogue out of here, let us check these things out, hmm? Calm her down a bit, if you can.” Xavier looks at Storm, for Rogue’s sake he wants to get on with this as soon as possible!

Rogue hears what the professor says, and lets go of Storm’s embrace. She jumps of the bed, and she and Storm walk out of there. When she passes Logan she gives him a hateful look. He said he’d be there for me, some friend he is…

Logan opens up the body bag and his nostrils are filled with the stench of the guy’s already decaying body and dried blood. Pffffff! He picks the guy up and asks the professor where he wants him.

“Put him on that table over there, please. Thank you, Logan.”

Xavier and the doctor go over to the body and look at it. The man is deformed, he‘s probably been burned in a fire. Xavier doesn’t think he’s a mutant, because he remembers when they were searching for Rogue, that he didn’t pick up on any other mutant in the area.

“Have you checked for any ID already?” Xavier asks Logan and Kurt.

“Can’t say that I have, was too busy carrying the son of a bitch.” Logan growls. It’s a dumb question.
He walks over to the guy and feels in the pockets of his coat, pants and shirt. Then he finds something, it’s an ID card from a hospital. Looks ancient though. Dr. Burns. Is this a joke?

“The guy’s name is supposed to be Dr. Burns? Is that a sick joke or what?” Logan tosses the ID card to the professor. The guy must have been out of his mind, or he really had bad luck with his name…

“Look what he wrote in these documents!”

Kurt holds out the papers over his head to show them. The guy really was sick! He brings the papers over to the professor, who starts reading them with interest. Now and then he raises an eyebrow.

“This guy, our Dr. Burns here, was so obsessed with mutants; he wanted to become one himself. He replicated their cells, and tried to inject them into himself. During one experiment he tried to inject himself with cells of a mutant who has the ability to radiate out parts of his own being and personality into others. That way our mutant can manipulate people to do what he wants them to do, because that part of him is already inside of them. Well, that little experiment failed somehow and set his skin on fire. He barely lived to tell it, but he kept on trying it anyway. Somehow he found out about Rogue and decided that her mutant cells were the ones he needed, to get his skin normal again. They were the adversary of the ones he had injected the time his skin got on fire. It’s a sad story, really. Most humans loathe us, but this guy wanted to become one of us.”

Storm and Rogue are sitting up in Storm’s room, situated in the attic. It’s got a big skylight, so all of her plants get enough sunlight. It’s kind of a jungle. It reminds her of home. Rogue has calmed down a little; she and Storm are talking about what happened. Rogue doesn’t tell her about what happened with Logan of course. She tells Storm, she likes that her skin is not a murder-weapon anymore. Most mutants can control their powers; switch them off and on, so to speak. But she never could. Her power is not a gift, it’s a burden. She’ll have to be cautious for the rest of her life.

Storm understands her, but she thinks that mutants should be proud of who they are. Not try to fit in, they stand out anyway, why not do it with glory? And help people with their powers, so they can see that mutants aren’t bad people, but good people! If she lost her powers it would make her sad…But, Rogue’s power isn’t a fun one, she has no control over it.

“You know what, Rogue? If it turns out, that you are getting your powers back, I will personally help you to learn how to control them. Okay?”

Rogue looks at Storm, happy, excited.
“You’d do that for me? Oh thank you! That would be great!” She swings her arms around Storm’s neck. That hugging-stuff is great, if you don’t have to be careful!

Doctor Robert is examining the green fluid from the bag. He’s looking at it under his microscope and puts it in several tubes with other substances to see how it reacts. Xavier is looking at it, too.

Logan and Kurt are standing there a bit helpless; they’re not good at this stuff.

“Any news yet, Professor?” Logan raises his eyebrow.

“Well,” Xavier talks while he is looking at the stuff in the tubes and under the microscope.

“It seems it’s not dangerous, so Rogue won’t be hurt or killed. But we don’t know what it will do on the long term though. It’s not stable. Looking at our tubes here, it could be a couple of days, it could be a few months, but her powers will be back. Her mutant cells will restore themselves. She will be a mutant again.
When, I don’t know…”

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (5/14)

Rating: R

Jubilee wakes up that morning because a ray of sun is peeping through the curtains and shining right in her eyes. It has been a short night. She has been worried about Rogue the whole time. She wonders if Rogue is back already…
She jumps out of bed, and runs over to the bed of her friend, to see if she’s there. Rogue is there alright, and so is Logan! What the…?!

“Well, well, you two have some explaining to do!” She talks loud on purpose, hoping they will wake up. She’s a temptress that Rogue! She’s done it! Logan is finally in her bed!
And they look damn cute together, all spooned up…

Logan and Marie are both having trouble waking up, they were sleeping so tight.
Rogue carefully opens her eyes, and sees Jubes standing over her bed, looking at her with interest.
“You’re back! I’m so happy! And I’m so proud of you! You got kidnapped and still had time to lure this man into your bed…Damn, you’re good!”

Marie knows her friend all too well; she says everything she damn well pleases. But she’s got a good heart.
“Thank you for that wonderful analysis, Jubes. Yes, I’m back. Yes, I got kidnapped. But no, I did not lure this man into my bed. I was feeling scared and cold and asked Logan to stay with me. That’s it.” What a way to wake up…

Logan is cranky; he hates happy people, especially when he’s barely awake. He nestles himself against Marie some more, pulling her closer by her belly. He buries his head in her hair again, hoping that that will make all the sounds go away. Make Jubilee go away.

“Jubes, do you mind if we try to sleep some more? I’m exhausted from everything that happened. I’ll fill you in later, okay?”
Marie feels Logan breathing in her neck, and his warm breath is giving her goose bumps. She thinks about what happened to her, and she actually feels as happy like a kid with a new toy. Being able to lie so close to Logan is the greatest thing she’s ever experienced.

Jubilee knows when she’s too much, so she turns her back on Rogue and walks to the bathroom to get dressed. On the way over there she screams:”I want details later, you hear me? Lots and lots of details!”
It’s then that she suddenly realises that Logan and Marie aren’t fully dressed, so how is that possible, with Rogue’s skin? Oh god! Who ever kidnapped her must have stripped her of her powers! Poor Rogue! Although…She didn’t look like she was regretting it. In fact, she can’t remember ever seeing Rogue this happy. Jubilee grins to her self.

Logan is enjoying being close to Marie. The only problem is, he’s suddenly not in the mood to sleep anymore…She feels so good, so warm. She smells intoxicating. He gets a tingly feeling in his stomach, which runs all the way down to his loins. Oh man, he’s got to get out of here. He can’t do that to her! The girl was almost molested yesterday! She’s got to adjust to not having her powers anymore; he’s got to give her some space.

Marie is utterly happy. She wants to stay in Logan’s arms like this forever. It feels so right. She’s not very sleepy anymore. She listens to hear Logan breathing. Is he asleep again? She can’t tell…
“Logan? Are you awake?” Marie whispers, she hopes she’s not really waking him up.

“Yeah, I’m still awake. What’s up, kid?”
His voice is a bit hoarse because he hasn’t spoken yet. He tries to sound neutral, but inside he’s fighting a battle. He wants to touch her so badly, it hurts. She’s so close, yet so far away. He’s trying really hard to keep his head cool, and think of un-sexy things, like…eh…Xavier. That’s a mood killer alright. He’s back to his senses all at once.

“Logan, have I thanked you already for saving me?”
Marie wants to look at his face, stare into those beautiful eyes of his. She turns around gently, but Logan isn’t cooperating. His arm around her belly feels heavy. Marie still doesn’t feel all that strong. She manages anyway, and faces him. His arm is still around her, only now it’s lying just above her bum. He looks kind of funny, his hair is all ruffled up, and his normal five o’clock shadow is now even more extensive. His eyes are still closed. God, she loves this man so much…

“Marie, you already thanked me. It’s what friends do. Even if I was a little late to save you.”
He doesn’t want to look at her. He’s afraid his feelings for her will blaze up again. He just got himself back together. He’s not going to jump at her. He’s not…

“Logan? Please, look at me. You know, I never did get my first real kiss. And now I can just do it, simple as that. Nobody should have to wait for their first kiss this long, don’t you think?”
Marie hopes that Logan will react. She wants to be kissed, really badly. He probably won’t do it; because he made it clear to her that they’re friends. She thinks there’s not much harm in a kiss though, and decides to be bold. She moves her head a little closer to his, which he let’s her do. She can feel his breath on her face; it’s making her feel all funny inside. Her heart is starting to beat faster, and she’s becoming warmer by the second.

Logan still has his eyes closed, but he can feel that Marie’s face is only inches away from his. He can smell her hot, sweet breath. He can hear her heart rate going up, and he feels that his own heart is joining hers. He can’t do this. He’ll devour her; he’s way too rough for her. His hand that’s just above her bum is starting to lead its own life. It’s beginning to explore Marie’s backside. Caressing her over her gown, up her spine, and down again, over her butt. Suddenly he feels Marie’s lips brushing over his, very carefully. They explore his lips in the most delicate way he’s ever felt. Nerves all over his body start to react.

Marie’s lips are sucking softly on Logan’s lips. Gently. She loves it, her lips are so sensitive, and it’s a great feeling. It sets her on fire. Eager for more, she continues her exploration of Logan’s lips. Their lips are getting wetter and both of them are getting more eager. Marie feels Logan’s hand touching her back. Up her spine it goes, and then down again, caressing her buttocks. She’s really turned on. Her breasts begin to tingle and she feels her nipples harden. How she would for Logan’s lips to enclose them…She feels every fibre in her body awakening, after being dormant and suppressed for such a long time. She feels tingly and alive, and she loves it!

Logan’s tongue is continuing his exploration, he licks her lips, first gently, then wilder. He forces her lips to open up and let his tongue in. Marie’s lips obey and Logan pushes his tongue in, where he begins to explore her mouth. He finds her tongue and plays with it, sometimes wild, sometimes tender. His lips dwell over her face, going down her neck, while his tongue is softly licking every inch of her along the way. He wants to fill his hands with her breasts, wants to wrap his tongue around her nipples and play with them, make them hard as a rock. Damn! That gown of hers is really in the way… His body is on fire and his hands are starting to play around more, wanting to feel Marie’s nakedness. They go under her gown, ready to begin their eager search.

Marie is overwhelmed by her passion; she has never experienced anything like this. Her head is clouding up, she’s loosing her senses. Logan’s tongue is playing with hers, and it makes her wild, eager for more. His lips slide over her face and neck and his tongue is joining them, making her loose all of her senses. She pushes herself against him, and can feel that he is aroused trough his underwear. She wraps her leg around him. His hands are all over her, and they are continuing their search over her thigh, where they slide under her gown. She holds her breath for a brief moment.

Jubilee is done showering and puts on her clothes. That Rogue…You think she’s sleeping again? Hell, if it were her lying there she knew what to do! But Rogue is a careful girl, always has been. Jubes brushes her hair, and opens the bathroom door. She walks out of the bathroom and stops…

Logan and Marie are both looking up at Jubilee, startled. Shit! They forgot she was in there!

Rogue blushes immediately. Although that’s not very visible, because she has turned very red already of arousal. She totally forgot about Jubes! Crap!

Logan feels like someone grabbed him by the shoulders and shook the sense right back in to him. What is he doing? This could have gotten seriously out of hand…He jumps out of the bed, and sees Marie look at him with surprise.

“This is wrong, very wrong.” Logan mumbles and walks towards the pile of clothes that he put on the chair last night. He puts them on in a great hurry and then turns to Marie once more.
“Get yourself dressed and eat something. I’m taking you to the professor to be examined. I’ll be back for you in a little while.”
Logan paces out of the room, leaving behind Marie who doesn’t know what hit her, and Jubilee, who is still standing nailed to the floor, with her mouth open.

Marie can’t find words this quick. He’s out of the room, before she even has time to think!
What happened just now? One minute they’re making out, the next minute he’s taking off!

Jubilee finally thinks of something to say:” Wow….”

Rogue steps out of bed, her head is a blur. She’s red all over and her hair is a mess. Her lips are swollen from arousal, and her face hurts a little from the scratching of Logan’s stubbles.
She walks to the bathroom in a daze. She opens the door and takes of her gown and underpants, then she turns on the shower, all on auto pilot. She can’t think. She’s numb.

Logan walks through the mansion on the way to his room. He’s still wearing his uniform, because that’s what he took off last night.
Bobby walks opposite the corridor of him in his direction.

“Going on a mission, Logan?”
He thought they went on a mission last night, to find Marie? Did he come home just now?

“Shut up, Ice pick!” Logan growls to Bobby, not in the mood for any conversation what so ever. Especially with that sorry excuse for a boyfriend…

Logan gets to his room, opens the door and closes it behind him. He takes off his costume and walks to the bathroom. He takes off his underpants and turns the shower on, really cold this time. He needs to get Marie out of his system. Every cell in his body is craving her. He’s stepping under the cold water and growls loud. That’s really fucking cold! His body cools down a little, but he can’t stop thinking about what happened. If Jubilee hadn’t walked in, he would have her made her his by now. He would have been inside her right now, riding on wave after wave of pleasure. Giving her what she wanted anyway. Showing her what it is like to be with a man, a real man…
His hands are gliding over his body; he can’t wash away his wicked thoughts. It’s not working. He’s still very aroused. He looks at his penis that is still standing proudly, throbbing. He’s got to do something about that. It hurts. He won’t do it though. He’s got to get ready. He’s got to pick Marie up and take her to the professor. Aaaaah… Now why didn’t he think about that before? That’s a real turn-off, the professor…He feels his penis going back to its normal size and is relieved. He turns the shower off, dries himself off, and puts his jeans and a shirt on. He shapes his hair into its usual model, and walks out the bathroom. He puts his boots on and walks to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

Rogue is done showering as well, facing the same problems Logan did. Still feeling very aroused. Wondering what on earth happened…Why did Logan take off, just like that? He suddenly realised they’re just friends, nothing more? She hates this insecurity. She really loves that she is able to have sex now, with her powers gone. She came really close to finally doing it, and then the bastard took off! Leaving her with questions, her body in heat, and emotions tumbling over each other. She’s very confused right now.
She dries herself off and gets dressed. She almost wants to put on her gloves, and then she remembers she doesn’t have to anymore…That’s a happy thought!

Rogue is walking out of the bathroom, and Jubes is sitting in a chair, looking at her.

“Well? You gonna fill me in, or what?” Jubilee is extremely curious.
She doesn’t know what happened last night, and she really wants to know what happened just now. Rogue and Logan were very close indeed, she saw them kissing, and hands were all over the place. Damn!

“I’ll tell you on the way over to the kitchen, okay? I’m hungry!”
Rogue fills her friend in, on everything that happened last night, and this morning. Including her own questions. She’s careful though, she looks around her all the time, to see if no one is eavesdropping.

Jubilee can’t make out what Logan is after either.
“I never got Logan anyway, but this makes no sense at all! I’m guessing it’s just that he’s a loner, always has been, always will be. He never gets really attached, you know. Probably doesn’t want to get hurt. Or show his sensitive side, whatever.”
The man is a mystery. Or maybe not, maybe he really is just as simple as he seems: a cranky loner, in a very good body, nevertheless, but what good is that?

Rogue and Jubilee walk in to the kitchen, no one besides Logan is sitting there. He’s got a stack of sandwiches on his plate and he’s eating like he hasn’t had anything in days. There’s a mug with coffee standing next to his plate.

“Hello again, Logan…” Jubilee gives him a meaningful look.

“Mornin’ you two.” Logan talks with his mouth full, barely looking up from what he’s doing. This is awkward. He doesn’t know how to act. So he just keeps on shoving bread in his mouth. His stomach is rumbling, he’s hungry. At least he can still this hunger…
He looks at Marie furtive. Damn. She looks hot! He’s ready to jump at her right now, and finish what they started. But he can’t. That’s why he took off in the first place.

Marie looks back at him, wondering what is going on his mind. She feels awkward. This sucks. Already their friendship has changed; they don’t know how to act normal around each other anymore. Now she really needs some answers! This isn’t the end, is it?!

Jubilee grabs Rogue by her arm, and sets her down at the table. Her friend can’t think anymore, so she will do it for her.

‘I’ll get you some sandwiches. And some tea with that. You just sit here and don’t worry about a thing. Mommy will be right back with your food.” Jubes is teasing her friend.
Rogue seems in a trance, she’s just gazing at Logan who’s still shoving bread in his mouth.

Jubes makes them some sandwiches and tea, and she sits down with Rogue. They eat it without saying much, but Rogue’s eyes keep wandering off to Logan. His back is facing them.

All of a sudden, Logan turns around. His plate is empty; he’s chewing the last bit of bread.
“You ready, Marie? I’ll take you to the professor.”

Marie is almost finished; she finishes her last bit of bread and sips away her tea. She gets up and greets Jubes: “See you later, Jubes.”

Jubes greets her back and waves at her. Marie walks over to Logan, and they head for the professor’s office. There’s that awkward silence between them again.

“Logan? Why did you take off just like that?” Marie looks at him, with her innocent eyes.

“I shouldn’t have been there in the first place. It was a mistake, Marie.”
Logan answers without thinking of Marie’s feelings. Hell, the only mistake he made today, was not finishing this up! But it just isn’t right. He doesn’t want to risk their friendship, although it might be too late now. This silence-thing they have now, it’s not good. He wants to give Marie time to get used to her skin. He’s not sure if he loves her like that, she should be with someone who really loves her. Someone who sticks around. He might take off in a while; he never knows when the boredom hits. He’s no good for her.

Marie feels tears burn in her eyes. Logan always screws with her head, and her heart. So it didn’t mean anything? It never should have happened? Some friend he is. She hates that she’s feeling this hurt and vulnerable, especially when she sees the door to Xavier’s office. He’ll know what happened. And then what? Logan gets kicked out? Or she has to leave? She’s not a real mutant anymore, so there’s no reason for her to be here anyway. She wants to have a good cry, but she has to suppress it, for now.

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (4/14)

Rating: PG 13

A man Rogue has never seen before is standing by her bed. He’s an ugly man. Well, maybe that’s not the correct term. He’s deformed, like he’s had an accident, or was in a fire or something. His face is badly misshapen and there’s barely any hair left on his head. He reaches out a hand to her that is just as badly deformed. He touches her bare arm. Rogue is watching him do that, waiting for her skin to react. Nothing happens. What the….?! Maybe he’s a mutant who has some sort of power to resist other mutant powers?

“Who are you? What have you done to me?” Rogue wriggles a little, trying to squirm free. She feels a bit better, stronger, but it’s still no good.
The man answers to her:” It doesn’t matter who I am, Rogue. All that matters is that you are here. You tried to help me, but my experiment failed. You proved to be of no use to me. Remains the question: what to do with you now?” He is stroking her arm, up and down. He looks absent minded.

‘He’s crazy!’ That’s all Rogue can think of now. She is creeped by him touching her. Sure, she always wanted someone to touch her, but HIM?

“What did you do to me? And please, stop touching me!” Rogue screams at him, begs him. She wants some answers.

“Don’t get all excited, girl. It doesn’t suit you. You’ve got such a pretty face. You shouldn’t be angry. You were such a special girl…Too bad it didn’t work out the way it was supposed to. Now you’re just like all the others…Really a shame though. “

The man is still touching her, his hand is stroking over her gown now, going down, over her leg. Rogue feels her skin all tingly. It’s a nice feeling, but he’s scaring her. My God, he’s gonna do something to her!

“Stop! Stop that, now! Don’t hurt me! Please let me out of here, please…” Rogue is feeling strong when she shouts at him to stop, but she gets desperate when she feels he continues anyway. She feels her eyes become wet, tears well up in them. She can’t help but sob.

“There, there, my dear. I won’t hurt you! Isn’t this what you always wanted? To be touched, skin on skin? Your skin was supposed to help me get a normal skin. I tried to transfer your protective skin powers over to me, use your mutancy cells to protect my own skin. I figured they would undo the damage. But your powers got lost somewhere, along the way. They weren’t transferred to me. But they’re not in you anymore either. Such a shame though, such a pretty, little, special girl you were.”
He looks at Rogue with his head lopsided, and his hand is still caressing her leg, it’s going up her thigh, disappearing under her gown.

“Please, don’t do this to me, let me go…” Rogue’s voice is quivering, filled with tears. She’s feeling so alone and afraid. She feels really dirty, this pervert touching her. But she can only think about Logan. If something happens to her, if this maniac kills her, she will never see him again…It makes her cry even more.

Logan has reached the outside door of the building. He slams at the doors and it flies open. He storms inside like an unstoppable freight train. Storm and Kurt are still right behind him.

“Logan, calm down! We’re a team, remember? We can help you!” Storm tries to talk some sense into him, but she knows he’s too far gone. He’s a barrel full of anger and rage, all animal instinct. She had no idea he felt this strong about Rogue.

Logan walks through the corridors of the building, using his ears and nose to guide him to Marie. His animal senses work at his best when he’s this angry. He actually regrets not encountering any one; he’s in the mood for some serious stabbing. He’s furious.
He can smell Marie, she’s scared, which makes him walk even faster.
Without facing any opponents, he reaches the door where Marie is behind. This guy is an amateur, he’s got no guards! Or is it really a trap?
This makes Logan stop for a minute. He’s standing behind the door, and listens carefully. All he hears is some guy ranting about powers and what a special girl she is. Then he hears Marie yammering, she’s begging the guy to let her go. She’s crying.

That does it! Logan puts his shoulder in the door and throws his full weight against it. He’s letting out an animal-like grunt, as the door crashes under his weight. His claws slide out of his hands and he runs through the room. He sees Marie strapped to a bed and some guy who makes him nauseous just by looking at him, is standing by Marie. He’s touching her.

Wrrrraaaaaah! This makes him soooo furious! He runs over to the guy and plunges his claws in his chest. It never felt so good…It’s fulfilling him like never before. He feels the guy getting weaker and hears him breathing in a squeaky tone. Then it’s done. Logan retracts his claws into his hands and the guy falls to the floor, making a puddle of blood that’s becoming bigger and bigger.

Marie has never been happier in her life, to see Logan. He came just in time, too. She thought for sure her hours were counted…But then Logan came running in, and killed the guy. Just before he had done worst things than just touching her…

“Logan! “Marie calls out his name, and then things are turning black before her eyes again.

Storm and Kurt are running over to Marie and the guy, lying in his own blood. Logan is bending over Marie. Just looking at her.

“Logan! Is everything okay? How’s Marie?” Storm is standing by Logan’s side, and looks at Marie, who is strapped to a table, wearing only a sort of hospital gown. She looks like she just fainted or something. Poor kid. She wonders what she went through all this time…

Logan looks at Marie, he’s so glad to have her back. He still gets sick if he thinks about that guy touching her. How is that possible anyway? Was the guy a mutant, or did he do something to Marie? Logan tries to wake her up, a whole lot more gentle than he was with Jubilee. His gloved hand touches her face and he speaks her name. He wonders about the touching. Should he try to touch her as well? He takes one glove off and carefully touches her face.
Nothing happens just yet. He’s been there before though. He thought nothing happened then, because he was too late. But then it began: a force so powerful all the life was drained from him. Every cell in his body hurt, he felt like he was choking. His whole life flashed before his eyes as he felt his energy flooding out of his body, feeling weaker and weaker by the second.

But that was then. Now; there’s still nothing happening…He looks at her beautiful face and then looks at his hand, puzzling. Her power is gone…

He turns around and looks at Storm who is standing behind him. Kurt is standing behind her and he is looking at them very quiet. What has that man done to her? He is speechless…

“Her power is gone…The bastard did something to her!”
Logan doesn’t know whether to cry or be happy. Marie isn’t Marie without her mutancy. She’ll be able to touch and be touched, but she doesn’t have a choice in it. She can’t be a real X- Man anymore, if she’s not a mutant. They took a part of her away, without her consent. His hand caresses her face. He feels her warm breath in his hand when he’s touching her cheek. Sweet, innocent Marie. She wants to be touched so bad, but is this how she would picture it?

“Are you sure, Logan? It’s not like the other time?” Storm feels frightened.

What has that idiot done to her? He took her powers away! Who is he to mess with this! Mutants have a right to be mutants! They are who they are because of their mutancy, their special skills. And some guy just comes along and strips a part of a girl’s life, a part that made her belong to this family. She didn’t stand a chance, no fair fight, no choice to be made; he just took it from her!

“Logan! Let me try! This can’t be right?!” Storm pushes Logan aside, and takes her glove off as well. She touches Rogue’s face, and nothing happens. It’s true. It’s gone.

“Alright! The freak show is over! Let’s get Marie out of here. Maybe Xavier will know what to do with her. Let’s get her out of those straps!”
Logan pushes Storm to the side again and starts untying Marie. He tenderly and carefully undoes her straps, one by one. He doesn’t trust it completely. What if her power suddenly comes back? When the last strap is loose, Logan shoves his hands under her body. She’d feeling cold. He picks her up and holds her tight to his chest. She smells good…His face is so close to hers, that they are touching. That’s new. He couldn’t do this before, but it’s alright now. Nothing will happen. It feels good.

Marie wakes up again, she feels she’s being moved. She hears voices and noises around her, but they are blurry. Slowly they are becoming clearer. She becomes aware of her environment. When she opens her eyes, she’s looking straight at Logan’s face. Heck, her cheek is brushing against his stubbly cheek. She’s startled.

“Logan! Be careful! Our skins are touching!” She tries to back away, but Logan’s grip on her is firming, and she feels his lips sliding over her ear, when they whisper:
” I know kid, ain’t it great?” He smirks at her. It really is great, seriously!

Marie gets chills from his hot breath and his lips brushing over her ear. She immediately gets more chills, because she suddenly realises that’s she cold. Really cold. She shivers and wraps her arm around Logan, taking full advantage of his body heat. Her head is becoming clearer again. She remembers the guy in the lab touching her, and thinking whether that was his or her doing…Then Logan came barging in and stabbed the guy just before he could touch her anywhere too intimate. She remembers it all turned black then, again. She’s got to stop doing that! It’s a girly habit; she’s not a princess in need of rescue, is she?

But…her powers are gone. For good? She doesn’t know if she has to be relieved or sorry. They were a part of her, they made her Rogue. Made her different. So different, she didn’t fit in normal society. And so different, she wasn’t able to touch any one, not even her boyfriend. And that hurt. Maybe it’s not so bad, being normal…Marie’s hand glides up Logan’s neck and fumbles trough his neck hair. It’s great. She loves to feel everything so clear, no gloves on, no worries…It’s a whole new world! But what about being an X –Man? Can she be one without her powers? She’s not leaving the mansion! She’s staying with Logan, and Jubilee. And Xavier, Storm, Kurt, Colossus, and all the others. They’re her family now! It’s not like her powers proved to be very useful in battle, anyway. She had to come up real close to her enemies before she could hurt them. In fact, her powers were very good to hurt herself. They almost got her killed, when Magneto tried to transfer his powers on to her.

“Logan? Will you think of me different now? I mean, without my mutancy?” Marie looks Logan in his eyes.

Logan looks back at her. “That’s a tough question, kid. Not easy to answer. Why don’t we wait and see what happens. Maybe it’s temporarily, we don’t know. But there’s so much more to you than your powers. You look damn hot in a hospital gown, for starters.”
Logan winks at Marie. She does look kind of sexy, though. Lying helpless and weak in his arms. Smelling beautiful. He wouldn’t mind carrying her right to his bed, and see for himself if her skin is really not dangerous anymore…

Logan carries Marie up the stairs of the Jet, and he puts her in a chair.
“You alright, kid?” he asks Marie, he’s still a bit worried about her. She went through a big deal today.

“Here’s a blanket, she looks cold! Tuck her in nice and tight.” Kurt stretches out his hand to Logan, holding a blanket. He thinks Rogue looks cold. The poor kid. He can’t imagine what it is like to wake up and find your powers are gone. She’s dealing pretty well with it.

Logan takes the blanket from Kurt, and wraps Marie in it, nice and snug. He puts her seatbelt on and Marie smiles at him.

‘I’m okay, sugar. Thank you, for rescuing me tonight. You’re the last person I expected after what happened between us. I’m sorry about that, Logan.”
Marie looks him in the eyes and hopes her gratitude is showing. She’s feeling drowsy again. Tired. She’s glad they’re going home; she is looking forward to a good, long sleep in her own, warm bed.

“I’ll always come and rescue you, no matter how big a fight we have had, Marie. I’m always the first person you should expect. You can always count on me, even though it didn’t look like that yesterday. Don’t be sorry. We’re okay now, aren’t we? Friends?”
Logan just can’t apologise to her. He’s too proud for that. He has the feeling all this is his fault, and that will weigh on his conscience forever. Because of him Marie lost her powers. How is he gonna live with that? Crap!

Marie answers Logan with a sleepy voice:” Friends. Forever. I love you, Logan. Thank you.”
She’s fighting against the sleep; thoughts in her head are tumbling over one another. She dozes off after a while.

Logan watches Marie fall asleep, again. She loves him…
Why can’t he say it back? Will it mean too much if he says it? He’s sitting down in his seat; next to Storm.

‘We’re taking off now, have you buckled Marie up? How is she doing?”
Storm looks from Logan to Marie. Those two are becoming very attached to each other. She just hopes Rogue’s heart won’t be broken; Logan never sticks around for too long.
She’s switching on the switches and the engine gets going. She gets hold off the control columns, and the Jet is lifting off.

“She’ll be okay.” Logan answers Storm’s question. He looks over at Marie, who is asleep, again. She looks peaceful. They’re almost home, he’s glad about that. He’s kind of tired too. He hopes he can have a decent sleep for once, without being haunted by his nightmares.

Before they know it, they’re flying over the mansion. Storm talks to Xavier over the com-system. They hover for a while, then the basketball court opens up to let the Jet in. Storm flies them in and they land safely.

Logan gets up, walks over to Marie and unbuckles her. Careful not to wake her, he scoops her from her chair, and carries her down the stairs of the Jet. Storm and Kurt are right behind him.
They walk through the mansion, Logan still holding Marie close to him. Hearing her steady breathing and heart rate.

“Will you manage, Logan?” Storm asks him. Like he would admit it, if he couldn’t. Stubborn fool that he is. Logan nods at her. Kurt and Storm each go their separate ways.

Logan brings Marie up to her room, and opens the door with his elbow. He carries her inside and puts her on the bed. As he let’s go of her, she awakes.

“Logan? Please, stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone, I’m afraid.”

Logan is wondering what to do. Should he stay? There’s no harm in just being here in her room. She feels safe around him; she deserves that after a night like this. Logan takes off his suit, just leaving on his underpants. He walks to the closet to search for a blanket.

“Logan? Won’t you please hold me? I’m so cold; I don’t think I will ever get warm again.”

Marie’s voice sounds weak. She needs Logan, tonight more than ever. He’s her protector. She crawls under the blankets and tries to get warm.

Logan is torn. What should he do? He’s crossing several lines if he does this. He’s never been one for obeying the rules though, so why start now? His friend needs him, who is he to deny her this? He caused this misery, so he’d better fix it too.

He walks over to the bed where Marie is lying. He opens up the covers, and steps in the bed. He’s spooning up with Marie. His one arm goes under her neck, the other one he wraps around her tummy. She’s still in her hospital gown. Her back is touching his chest; her buns are filling up the curves of his hips. Their thighs are touching, skin on skin. He pulls her close and smells her hair; his nose is being buried in it. His hand is stroking her tummy. It feels like heaven to be here with her. But he can’t help feeling guilty, if he hadn’t been such an idiot, he wouldn’t be lying here now…He really doesn’t deserve to be this happy.

Marie is feeling safer than ever right now. She loves to feel Logan this close to her. Losing her power really isn’t bad at all…
Logan radiates such heat, that she’s becoming warmer instantly. She can barely think straight, and it’s quite a shame. She’s finally got the man of her wildest dreams in her bed, and she can’t stay awake...
Despite everything that happened tonight, Marie feels tranquil, with Logan being close to her. She falls into a deep, long sleep, with dreams about the scary man and Logan; who rescues her, again and again.

Logan is soothed by Marie as well. She makes him calmer, somehow. Thinking that he’s never felt this way about a woman before, so safe and peaceful, so able to be himself, he falls asleep too. For the first time in years, without nightmares.

To be continued….

There's a fire burning (3/14)

Rating: PG 13

Rogue is restless and wild, she can’t sleep. She’s tossing and turning, and is thinking about everything that happened tonight. About what Logan said to her and what she said to him. Her tears made place for questions, lots of them. Where did it go wrong? Why did it go wrong? Is their friendship lost? Is Logan mad at her? She just can’t sleep, because all these questions, images and fragments of their talk keep popping up in her head.

Suddenly she hears a noise in her room. She holds her breath for a while but hears nothing. She’s almost certain she heard something though.

“Logan? Is that you?” she whispers, feeling a little scared now.

All of a sudden she feels a hand covering up her mouth, she tries to scream, but there’s no point. Her scream is muffled. She feels someone seizing her, arms wrapped tight around her. Strange, gloved hands grab her wrists, Rogue is scared. This isn’t Logan… Her arms are twisted roughly onto her back. She tries to squirm free, but who ever is holding her, is holding her so tight, she can’t move. She tries to scream once more, maybe Jubes will wake up. She bites in the gloved hand, and that works.
As soon as the hand is retracted from her mouth, she shouts:” Jubes! Help!”

She barely gets the words out, when she hears a voice hissing at her:”You little bitch!” Then she feels a thump on her head. Everything turns black….

Logan isn’t sleeping, again. Normally his nightmares do this to him, preventing him from sleeping after he’s had one. And before that, too. But tonight it’s different. He’s thinking about Marie. What happened? He’s confused, not only about what Marie said, but also about his own reaction. Why the hell did he get so mad? She didn’t deserve that. He’s supposed to be her friend, it’s not her fault he’s suddenly getting urges and needs around her. Just like it’s not her fault that she loves him. They’re friends, the love is supposed to be there between them. He loves Marie too.

Okay, that’s it. Logan gets up, puts on his jeans and a shirt and walks out of the room. He’s gonna talk to Marie. Now! She probably can’t sleep anyway. They’re gonna clear this up once and for all.

Logan is standing in front of Marie’s room.
He knocks on the door and whispers:”Marie? I wanna talk to you. Can you come out?”
He’s waiting, but he doesn’t hear anything. He’s not the patient type, so he barges in.

“Marie?” He turns on the light, and sees that her bed is a mess, but Marie isn’t in there. He looks over to Jubes, and sees that she is fast asleep. Must be really tired. She’s lying a bit funny though, like someone dropped her on the bed. What the…!? Logan walks over to Jubilee, he doesn’t trust this. Why isn’t Marie here? He’s panicking a little. He’s sniffing up the smell in the room, and something smells different. Like someone else was in here. Damn! They took Marie?

He grabs Jubilee by the shoulders, and shakes her, hoping she will wake up.
“Jubilee! Wake up! Jubilee!” Logan is shouting at her, and still shaking her roughly. He needs to know what happened! Where’s Marie? He’s worried, this is his entire fault! Idiot!

Jubilee is waking up slowly. Is someone calling her name? Collosus?
Ouch! Her head hurts! She feels like she’s been asleep forever, way too deep. She has trouble focussing; the voice seems to come from far away. Her head is pounding. She’s not drunk, is she? She can’t remember…
The voice is becoming clearer, not so distant. She recognizes it now. Hey, it’s Logan! Logan?

“Logan? What are you doing here? I’m not complaining, but…” Suddenly images flash trough her head, noises. She hears Rogue screaming at her, for help. She remembers trying to get up, hearing footsteps stumble around, towards her. Then she felt someone close to her grab her by her arms, so she couldn’t move. A bang on her head and then everything turned black. Wow…

“Logan? Where’s Rogue? Is she alright?” Jubilee jumps up, she’s kind of scared. “What happened? “

Logan is glad she’s awake, but by the sound of it, she can’t help him much…
“Jubilee, calm down, I need to know what happened. You know where Rogue is?”
Logan is still gripping her tightly by the shoulders; he looks her straight in the eye. Marie’s gone…It’s his entire fault. He’s got to find her. Now.

Jubilee tells Logan all she knows, but it’s not much. She’s confused herself. It all happened so fast. One minute she’s asleep, the next she hears her friend crying for help. And before she knows it, she’s asleep again. But one thing is for sure: they took Rogue.
They took her friend! Bastards! She’s got to find her! Suit up, get the jet, let’s go!

“Logan! Let me help you find her! I want to kick their asses! Taking my friend, how could they?!”

Logan’s head is bit blurry, he’s gathering his thoughts. Where to start? He needs to see Xavier. Maybe he can track Marie.

“Jubilee, you’re not coming with me. It’s too dangerous. You’re not ready. Who knows what we’re up against? Besides, it’s my fault. If I hadn’t treated her like a son of a bitch, she’d probably be alright now.”
Logan walks out of the room, and throws the door shut.

Jubilee is overwhelmed about what happened. She didn’t think he was gonna let her tag along, but it was worth a shot. She can be useful too! She’s worried about Rogue just as much as he is. And what’s this crap about him being a son of a bitch? She must have been asleep when Rogue went to bed, last night. ‘Cause she doesn’t remember waking up and talking to her.
She was walked to her room by Colossus, they had a great time. He kissed her before he left, a very sensual, long kiss. One that begged for more. But not so fast, she’s young; she’s got plenty of time. She’s all butterflies when she thinks of him. He’s so cute…

Logan has arrived by Xavier’s room.

“Professor! Wake up! We have an emergency!” Logan waits a few seconds and then hears Xavier’s voice in his head. He hates it when he does that, it gives him the creeps. Aren’t his thoughts private?

“Logan, what’s the matter?”Xavier sounds like his usual, calm self. Or should he say: reserved self. For someone who sneaks around in other people’s heads, he shows very little of himself...

“Just come out the damn door, professor. They took Marie! I need you to find her with Cerebro!”
Logan’s nervous. Time’s a wasting. He needs to find Marie!

A few moments later they are standing by Cerebro. Logan tells the professor everything he knows on the way over there. He hopes they can find her.

“It sounds a bit like Stryker is behind this. Let’s hope it’s not a trap. We all know Stryker is supposed to be dead. But you never know with some people, do you?” Xavier smiles faintly at Logan.
He can see in Logan’s head that he’s really worried for this girl. And that he blames himself for all this, because of the fight they had earlier this night.

“Logan, don’t worry. We’ll find Rogue. She’ll be alright. She has got a great defence weapon, in case you have forgotten. And you taught her a few things yourself, remember?”

Logan feels shivers running down his spine. Charles is doing it again. Can’t he stay out of his head, just for once? If he could do this Cerebro-thing himself, he would have. But he needs Charles, so he plays nice. His real feelings are in head anyway, so if Charles happens to stumble upon them, that’s not his problem, is it?

Xavier puts his head piece on, closes his eyes and concentrates on finding the mutants. When he’s done that, he concentrates on Marie. He finds her after some time. She’s strapped to a bed in a room, all alone. She is in a deep sleep, like they drugged her. An unpleasant sleep. Something is different about her… The room is inside some kind of a laboratory. Xavier sees it’s location in the landscape, on the land. It’s a few hundred miles from here, so it’s do-able by jet. Xavier takes of his head piece, and turns to Logan:

“Wake up Storm, Logan. She can fly you there with the Jet. It’s your best chance. You want to take anyone else with you? Kurt maybe? “

Xavier is kind of saddened when he thinks about some of the other X- Men Logan would have been able to take with him. But Jean is no longer with them. His best pupil, his brightest one. His most gifted, but also most dangerous one. She was so powerful, yet such a sweet person. He still misses her every day.
And Scott, he just took off, after Jean had died. Now and then Xavier picks up where he is, with the help of Cerebro, but he’s never in one place for long. He’s searching for something. Charles knows he will never find what he is looking for, because it’s Jean. Even if Scott doesn’t realise it. Xavier wishes Scott knew that his home is here, even though Jean isn’t around anymore. We’re his family.

Logan can’t read minds but he knows why the professor suddenly has such an absent look on his face. He’s thinking about his favourite student, Jean. The woman Logan himself once loved. But he’s over her. Time to move on. She’s not coming back. Besides, lately someone else has been occupying his mind, almost just as much as Jean once did. And it’s time to go and find her now!

“I’ll wake up Storm and Kurt, professor. If you could show us the destination on the holographic map in the Jet that would be great.” Logan heads of.

A little later Storm fires up the Jet, and Logan is sitting next to her. Kurt is sitting behind them. They’re all in their costumes. Logan is getting used to his outfit; he kind of likes the leather embracing his body so tight. It’s beginning to turn into a second skin. At first it was horrible, it was so stiff, he could barely move a muscle, but it’s following the lines of his body now. Following the movements of his body.
He’s anxious though, giddy. He can’t calm down. Too much time has passed already.

“Come on, Logan, we’ll be there within thirty minutes or so. We’ll get Rogue out of there, don’t worry! “Storm tries to settle Logan, she smiles at him. She knows Rogue and him have a special connection; she understands that he’s worried so much. He has always been very protective of her.

“Yes, Logan, no need to worry. The good God is on our side!” Kurt talks, with his German accent. He is excited to be on their team. In the circus they were sort of a family too, but not like this. He feels more at home in the mansion. And he has the feeling he can do some good now, help God a little. Make up for his sins. He’s thrilled they will have him as a team member, he is proud to be an X Man!

Rogue is waking up, slowly. Her eyes hurt when she opens them, from staring into a bright light over her head. Her head hurts, it’s throbbing. She’s feeling weak all over her body, powerless. Like there’s no feeling in her limbs. Her skin is tingly, a bit sore even. She tries to lift her head with the little power she has. She doesn’t get far; some kind of strap around her head prevents her from moving too much. She tries to look around; she can stare a bit over her body. She’s wearing some sort of hospital gown. Her arms are strapped to a bed, as well as her waist, her legs and her ankles.
Bits and pieces are coming back to her now. She remembers having a fight with Logan and being in her room, hearing noises. Someone grabbing her, then a blow on the head and it all turned black.

Where is she? Who took her, and why? She’s scared; she’s defenceless, strapped to the bed like this. Feeling numb like this isn’t going to help her defend her self either. She hopes Jubes heard her scream. She wonders what time it is. Would someone miss her already? Logan maybe? He’s probably still pissed at her, he’ll be the last person to come and look for her.
She can feel tears well in her eye, she feels so vulnerable and alone.

“Going over on stealth modus,” Storm switches on and off a few switches on the control panel and over her head.
“We’re gonna land soon, buckle up!” She focuses on getting the Jet down smoothly. She’s done it several times, but every time it feels like the first time. She’s always nervous about it. But it goes well every time, so she keeps that in mind to calm her nerves a bit.

Logan is glad they have arrived at the site. He can’t wait to get out of the Jet and find Marie. He’s getting really impatient now. Who ever took Marie will be sorry that Logan has come to get her back. They won’t know what hits them! He’s gonna make them pay for every second he has had to worry! And it will hurt like hell! His fists are clinched already; the adrenalin is starting to pump through his body. He’s breathing hard, clinching his teeth. Just a little while longer…

Storm is manoeuvring the Jet between a circle of trees, near the place they have to be.
The Jet is landing slowly, on a patch of grass, not scraping any of the trees. Storm is kind of proud of herself for pulling that of; she did a great precision job. She shuts of all the switches, so the engine stops too. They’re good to go.

“Jeez, I thought we’d never get here!” Logan is agitated. He unbuckles, jumps out of his chair, and makes a run for the stairs. He almost flies down the stairs, and doesn’t look back to see if his fellow X Men are behind him. His mind is on one thing.

Marie is trying to look around her to see where she is. She’s still strapped to the bed. She sees all sorts of bottles next to her, when she turns her eyes a bit. There’s a drip next to her as well, with some sort of green fluid in there. Over her feet she sees a chair, on it are her clothes. That’s a disturbing thought…Not only did they kidnap her, they undressed her and did Lord knows what to her! It’s scaring her, what if they…Hey…There’s a happy thought: if they tried such a thing, her skin would have killed them immediately. They couldn’t have gotten far. She doesn’t think that they were after that anyway. She’s not in the house of some pervert, she’s in a laboratory. So it has something to do with her mutancy. What did they do to her????

Logan walks towards the building in which he knows Marie is. He’s followed by Storm and Kurt, who can barely keep up with him. He’s walking like a lunatic, driven by some unknown force. The building doesn’t look that big. It looks a bit old. And grungy. Certainly not like a high-tech facility for mutants.

‘If they hurt Marie, I will kill them all!’ Logan’s thoughts make him walk even faster. He’s got to get Marie back. Are those stooges behind him gonna make themselves useful, or what?

“Storm, how about some cover for us?” Logan looks back at her. He’s full of rage, ready for a kill. He’s grinding his teeth. His claws are so eager to pop out, it hurts.

Storm turns her head towards the sky and uses her talent. Her eyes turn all white, and she gathers fog over their heads. The fog thickens and lowers down so they can walk to the building without being spotted at once. It seems desolated. It’s not well-guarded anyway.

“Ah…Rogue! Did you sleep well, my dear?”

To be continued…

There's a fire burning (2/14)

Rating: PG 13

“So...I see you were in time to pick Logan up?” Jubes asks Rogue.

Jubilee always wants to hear all about Rogue and Logan. She knows Rogue has a huge crush on him. And she thinks Rogue really deserves to be loved, especially after everything that happened with Bobby. The jealous guy who never tried to touch her. Dick.

“I was in time...”says Marie, and she’s flushing when she thinks back, “in time to see him standing naked in the bathroom, too,” she’s whispering and leaning in on Jubes. She’s getting hot again thinking about it. The image will probably be imprinted on her brain for the rest of her pathetic life...

“WHAT?!” Jubes is shouting, but immediately regrets that. She looks around, especially to the corner where Logan is sitting. She hopes he did not hear that...He is looking in their direction, but that doesn’t mean anything, does it?

Marie looks around too, startled. “Sssshhhhh!” she tells her friend. She also sees Logan looking their way, and hopes to God that his super-hearing can’t pick up their whole conversation. She’s taking the chance, anyway. She’s telling Jubes about what happened.

“Wow”, she whispers, her eyes look glassy. “Is he as gorgeous without his clothes as he is with his clothes on?”

“Better! Way better!” Marie starts giggling and Jubes joins her. Marie can’t wipe the smile of her face, and is actually kind of proud that she saw him naked. She knows that almost every woman or girl in this school, heck, the whole world, would have loved to trade places with her at that moment. She knows she will even remember this when she’s old and grey...

Jubes is still dreaming away too, “Wow...” She wouldn’t mind seeing Logan in the buff, either. But she knows that Marie’s got the hots for him, so he’s off limits to her. She just likes to look at him, that’s all. She’s got her eye on someone else anyway. That Colossus is hot. She wouldn’t mind having a piece of him...

“Don’t tell anyone else though, Jubes! I don’t want to get Logan into trouble for this. People talk, and before you know it, something really bad happened between us, and Logan will be mad at me, and never wants to see me again. Or he has to leave the school or something. Stories have their own way of telling themselves, you know...” Marie looks a little worried.

“I won’t tell a soul, I promise. I don’t want to mess up what you’ve got going...I know how you feel about him.” Jubes puts her hand on Marie’s gloved hand to reassure her. Marie looks at Jubes grateful.

The evening goes by pleasantly. Marie and Jubes talk and giggle. Colossus joins them at some point. Marie knows Jubes likes him. He seems to like her, as well. He’s looking at her with interest, and he’s touching her a bit too much. Touch...it seems so natural to everyone.

And then there are marshmallows! Really corny, but so damn soft and sweet, who cares?

Every now and then Marie looks at Logan, and he looks at her too, once in a while.
Beautiful, lonely Marie.

Logan is enjoying his cigar in his dark corner. He doesn’t get up all evening, except for an occasional piss. And to get a new drink, even though he can’t have beer, ‘cause he’s watching the kids. They’re not making any trouble this night, that’s good. He’s not really in the mood for a fight. He’s kind of lazy tonight.

It’s getting late, and it isn’t until Colossus asks Jubes if he can bring her to her room, that Marie notices they’re the only ones left. Besides Logan.

“Marie, we’re going inside. Are you coming too?” Jubes asks Marie, but her eyes are begging her to say no, so she can be alone with Colossus. She really has the feeling he likes her a lot, who knows, she might even be kissed tonight...

Marie can pick up a hint, besides; she wants to sit with Logan for a while. She’s not tired at all.
“Jubes, you go ahead and have fun. I’m gonna go over to Logan. Have a good night and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do...” She gives Jubes a naughty smile. For her sake she hopes Jubes will do more than she would do. Or rather, could do.

“Okay, mum, I’ll see you later. Have fun yourself.” Colossus has put his arm around Jubes, and they walk towards the mansion. Jubes is really excited. There are butterflies in her stomach, and she’s so hoping he will kiss her...

Marie heads for Logan.

“Hey stranger! Enjoying your dark corner?” Marie smiles at Logan.

Logan looks up to her:” You know me. It was nice and quiet. Just me and my cigar.” He just puts his cigar out, or, what’s left of it.

Marie is thankful for that. Sure, Logan and his cigars belong together, but she doesn’t really like the smell.
See if he’s in a mood for teasing:”So you didn’t even miss little ol’me?” Marie pouts her lips and gives him an innocent look. She hopes he did miss her, of course.

Logan has to smirk; she’s a funny one, that kid. Or is it just her insecure nature that seeks confirmation?

“Sure, kid. If I had to choose between you and my cigar, I’d have to give it some serious thought. Come here.” He stretches his arm out to her. He wants to feel her close to him.

Marie doesn’t have to think twice about his offer, and takes as much advantage of it as she can. She’s snuggling up to him, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close.
She presses her face in his chest and wraps her arm around his belly. Damn, he smells so good. He feels so warm. She feels so happy, so safe. She could cry of happiness right now.
She feels like no one can ever hurt her again. Everything is all right now. Her face is pressed hard against his chest, to protect Logan from accidentally touching her skin. She hears his heartbeat, it’s going steady, and she loves the sound. She loves Logan.

Logan’s hand pulls Marie even closer to his chest. He closes his eyes. This feels so good, so right. She feels so right. And that smell of hers...Damn! He’s losing his senses. She smells intoxicating, she smells of innocence, and yet her smell lures him. To do all sorts of evil things to her. To lick her everywhere so he can taste her smell. He wants to be fulfilled with that smell...

“Logan? I’m sorry about tonight, you know, me staring at you in the bathroom. I couldn’t help myself.”

Logan’s bubble of erotic daydreams just plopped. ’What? Get a grip, Logan, don’t let her smell take over your senses!’ he thinks to himself.

“Like I said before, it’s okay. I’ve got nothing to hide. All property of the X-Men. Next time you’ll do a show for me, and we’ll call it even, okay?”
He can’t help but think about a naked Marie in the bathroom now, and she looks fine. He’s got to stop thinking about it. He’s got to get a grip. He doesn’t want to scare her. He saw how thrown off she was. How impressed by his body. She doesn’t need a lunatic like him, a raging bull, full of hormones and animal drifts, taking her virginity like it means nothing to him. She deserves better. He is better of being her friend. She doesn’t want him as a lover, even if she may think she does.
His hand is lying on her head, and he soothes himself by stroking her hair. Caressing it, playing with it. He’s her friend, her protector. He will not force himself on her. Not now.

“I won’t do a show for you, you pervert! I am not the property of the X-Men! You wish!”
Marie is a little indignant. He’s always teasing and testing her. What does he want???? She wishes he could be serious for once.

Logan is serious, though. But he has to stop thinking about it. No more naked Marie.

Marie’s hair feels soft and warm; it’s glowing a bit from the fire. Logan caressing it feels so natural. What does it mean? Is it a friendly gesture? Does he want more? His ever ambiguous remarks drive her up the wall. She can’t take it anymore!

“Logan? All those remarks you make, about me and...eh...well...you.., what do they mean? You’re driving me crazy with them! What do you want from me?”
Marie lifts her head from Logan’s chest and looks him in the eye.

Logan looks at her. Those big, beautiful, innocent eyes.
What does he want...Should he be honest? He doesn’t want to hurt her. He wants her friendship. If he tells her he wants her, she will maybe give him what he wants. They’ll end up hating each other, and their friendship will be ruined.
Or she won’t give him what he wants, because he’s misreading her signs. Then she will think
he’s a big ass forever and they can’t be friends anymore.
Or he tells her he just wants her friendship. She may be reassured, because it’s all she wants.
Or she will be hurt, because she desperately wants him. And they can’t be friends anymore.
Talk about your lose-lose situation...

“Marie, I just want you to be happy. And I want to help you with that; I want to be there for you. In whatever way that may be.” There. That’s a diplomatic answer, right?

Marie looks at him, puzzled. What kind of answer is that? It’s another answer that can be explained in different ways. That’s not what she hoped to hear. She can’t do anything with this answer! He may as well have said nothing...

“Logan, that’s not an answer! That’s talking a lot but saying nothing. I thought you were the kind of guy who doesn’t speak unless it means something?!”
Marie is actually getting mad now. She’s tired of it, of him. It’s always the same shit with him. When it concerns her, he’s not the self-assured man everyone thinks he is.

“Why can’t you say how you feel about me?” Her eyes spark with rage.

Logan is perplexed. Wow...He didn’t see that one coming.

“Because I don’t want to hurt you, Marie. You’re my friend, and no matter what I say right now, it won’t be what you want to hear. Trust me...”
Logan is a little hurt by her attack on him. Damn, he’s just a guy, who doesn’t have all the answers. Even though she may think he does. He can’t live up to that.

“How do you know what I want to hear, until you say it?”
Marie is a little calmer now. Logan sounds logical. She gets him. She attacks her friend verbally out of the blue; of course he won’t know how to react. She looks at him, and is sorry for yelling at him. She doesn’t want to hurt him, not ever.

Logan is feeling cornered now. What to say? He’s actually nervous. He wishes he never came here tonight. Damn. Can’t he walk away now with some excuse? Chickening out isn’t normally his style, but this isn’t a fair battle.

“Marie, I think we should call it a night, before we say things we might regret…This is not the time or place to have this discussion. You’re angry with me now. We’ll talk when you’re calm again.”

“I’m not angry with you!” Marie yells at Logan.
Okay, wrong way to emphasize her non-anger. She looks at him, begging. She really wants to finish this discussion with him.

“Please, don’t leave me hanging here. You noticed something has changed between us lately, too, haven’t you? You’re always making those ambiguous remarks. I want to know where I stand!” She looks decisive at him.

Shit. He has to talk, he can’t run away now.
“Marie…I…”Logan can’t find the words. His head is blank. He really doesn’t what to say.

“Logan? Please…Share your thoughts with me. It’s what friends do, isn’t it? I have a right to know!” Marie is nervous.
She knows she’s walking a slippery slope. Logan isn’t the talking type. Especially when it comes to his feelings. Will this drive him away? She gets more scared with every second that passes. It feels like an eternity until Logan finally answers.

“Don’t push me Marie, you will drive me away! It’s not easy for me to open up to people. I’ll do it on my own terms and in damn well when I feel like it. You don’t want to become my enemy!”
Not Marie…People push him all the time. He can keep them on a safe distance. Nowhere near his heart. Or even near his head .He doesn’t have to explain himself to anyone. Marie knows she shouldn’t expect this of him. Logan feels anger coming up inside him. He feels his heart racing, adrenalin pumping. His head gets blurry. He gets up briskly, almost throwing Marie of the bench while doing it. He’s walking away from her. He’s breathing heavily. His fists are clenched. He can barely retain his claws from sliding out.

“If you’re a smart girl, you know when you have to go!”

Marie is scared. My God, what has she done? She looks at Logan standing there with his back towards her, his fists clinched. She didn’t mean to get him mad! She just wants to know how he feels about her! She gets up from the bench; she feels a knot in her stomach. Her eyes burn, tears are blurring her vision, but she’s making a run for it. She’s crying like a little kid.

As she runs past Logan, she sobs:”I’m sorry, Logan. I just wanted…I love you, you idiot!”
She runs to the mansion, crying harder and harder. She wrecked their friendship, because she wanted too much. She’s the idiot, not Logan.

Marie’s words hit Logan in the gut like the punch of a fist. What has he done? He threatened his best friend. He came this close to hurting her… Made her cry, because he didn’t feel like sharing his feelings. He really is an idiot, she’s right. He’s feeling sad; images flood his brain, all sorts of images. From his past, the images he sees in his nightmares. When did he become such a beast? Was it before his claws were put on him, or has he always been a beast anyway? He hates himself. He wrecked their friendship, because he’s nothing more than an animal…

‘You’ve done it Logan, you’re alone again. Is this what you wanted?’

His knees give in and he falls to the ground, screaming out a loud, hurt cry.
It sounds like the howl from a lonesome wolf...

To be continued….

There's a fire burning (1/14)

Title: There's a fire burning (part 1 of 14)
Fandom: X-Men
Continuity: X 1
Characters: Logan and Rogue; some Xavier, Jubilee, Storm, Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A campfire-party is being held at Xavier's and Marie accidentally sees Logan naked
Author: Lady guinevere
Disclaimer: X-Men belongs to Marvel and 20th Century Fox
Genre: Shipperfic
A/N: It's my first story, so don't judge me too hard...Just enjoy, and PLEASE: give me some feedback!Logan is totally over Jean, in case you’re wondering about her!
Thanx: to Stella_21 for doing most of the beta, mistakes are still mine however, since I rewrote some stuff afterwards

"There's a fire burning (1/14)"
By Lady Guinevere

Marie owes Logan her life, more than once actually. This is probably why she gave him all of her heart, plus it helps that he’s got animal magnetism too!

They’re connected. He bled her pain. He breathed her lifeless breath. They’re one.
Whether he likes it or not, she flows through his veins and he flows trough hers.

Then why does their relationship have to be so complicated? You’d think after he sacrificed his own life for hers, several times, they’re clear about where they stand. That he realises how he feels about her. But somehow it’s not enough...

Tonight Xavier throws a party for everyone, complete with an outdoor campfire. The weather has been perfect all day, sunny, but not too hot. It will cool down tonight, so when the fire will be lit everyone will stay warm.
Since it’s Friday night the kids won’t have to worry about staying up late or getting up early, and just like normal kids, they’re gonna sit around by a fire, talk and have fun.

Logan is really in for the fun too:”What’s next? We’re all gonna sing fucking Cumbayah My Lord?” he thought sarcastically.

Unlike Logan, Rogue does like the idea! Her best friend Jubilee and herself having lots of fun, while sitting around a relaxing campfire sounded wonderful! They would be acting like normal teenagers, who weren't troubled by a mutant's sucky powers...

During the day the students were very excited and quite hyper, even some teachers!
Rogue tried to settle herself,”Jeez, you’d think we’re used to something this exciting! We fly on secret Jets, we have super-powers, we go on secret missions and yet we get excited about this! We really are freaks!”

To most of the students the day passed by too slowly, but then dinner time came and went; and before you knew it, it was time for the campfire!

Rogue was standing in her room with Jubilee, her roommate, deciding what to wear. Besides her gloves, which she needed to protect everyone from her killer-skin, she was stumped on what to wear. She wanted to make an impression on everyone; she wanted people to notice her, especially a certain someone.

Weary-minded Rogue says to Jubes:”Logan’s gonna be there tonight. He has to watch us ‘kids’.”

Jubes knows how much Rogue likes Logan, hell, she loves him! It’s all she talks about, night and day.
Jubilee then turned to Rogue with a smug look on her face and said, ” Why don’t you put on your snug jeans and that sexy shirt we bought yesterday?”

Rogue blushed and thought,"Jubes is right. Maybe he will look at me differently when he sees I'm really a woman and not that little girl anymore he first met years ago in that bar."

When she finished getting dressed, she turned to Jubilee and asked her:”Well? How do I look?”

Rogue was wearing her figure hugging jeans and a tight low-cut top which showed her cleavage in a dazzling manner; at least that's what she thought to herself when she gave her outfit a good look in the mirror.

Jubille giggled and said, “You look great, Rogue! I’m sure he’ll give you a few more looks than he’s supposed to.”
Jubilee wouldn’t mind if he gave her a few more looks as well! Damn, that man is hot! She totally gets Rogue! Well, not on the deep level, like her, but physically. Although Colossus is more her kind of guy. Not so complex.

Rogue thinks hard about Jubes’ remark. She hopes Logan will look at her, alot longer than he’s supposed to. As a teacher, it’s not appropriate for him, but after all they are very close friends.
Then what does it matter that they are both put in a box with a name, and those two aren’t supposed to mix? She’s already in a box, because she’s a mutant, and as if that isn’t bad enough, her skin confines her even more.
And she could care less about their age-difference; age is just a number to her...

In another room of the mansion, Logan was busy preparing for the campfire.
He had been working out all day long and what he needed was a nice, long, hot shower. He entered the bathroom, kicked off his boots, pulled his sweaty tank top over his head and flung it onto the bathroom tiles. Next came his pants and underwear. He then stepped into the steamy, hot shower and let the water run over his tired, naked body. He just can’t restrain himself, he always has to push a little further. But that’s where his healing-abilities come in handy; he never has sore muscles for a long time. A sore anything for that matter. Well, the big injuries hurt like hell, and they don’t just disappear like that, but the little pains never bother him. So when he works out he can push himself further and further. He actually likes the pain sometimes.

He’s soaping up to get his sweaty smell of and his mind is wandering of a bit. What’s Marie doing in his head again? They have always been good friends, and he has always been very protective about her. Even felt sorry for her at times, her mutancy isn’t an easy one. No normal human contact. He has wondered about a solution for that. Lately more than ever. He’d picture her little, gloved hand caressing his chest, and her full lips kissing his. And that’s where his thoughts get stuck. How would he ever be able to kiss her? And why did he suddenly want to kiss her so much?
Sure, she’s beautiful, that’s a thing you can’t overlook. And her smell...Damn, just thinking about her smell makes him hot-headed. He would have liked to have his way with her on several occasions, but he has always restrained his animal urges. When she looks at him with those big, innocent eyes he’s lost. He only wants to make her feel safe then, protect her. Don’t let anyone hurt her. Don’t let anyone touch his girl.
But Marie is looking different at him lately, not so innocent anymore. She’s challenging him, but to what? He can’t quite put his finger on it, but something is different between them. She moves him like she never did; she has touched his inside somehow...

Logan’s done showering and turns off the faucet. His skin is kind of reddish from the hot water, but as he steps out of the shower, the glow is already diminishing. He stands in the steamy bathroom, and opens the bathroom door a bit to let the steam out. He reaches for a towel and then hears a knock on his door. Now what?

“Who’s there?” he grunts.

“It’s me, Rogue.” Like she knows he was thinking of her just now.

“Come on in, I’m almost ready.”

Marie walks in the door and she doesn’t see Logan. She does hear some noises coming from the bathroom and Logan’s voice says:

” Make yourself comfy. Be right there”.

She walks a bit further into the room and looks where Logan’s voice is coming from. She sees that the bathroom door is half open!
Logan is standing in there; she can see him through the opening. He’s naked! Oh my God!
She can’t take her eyes of his body. She sees his face, in the mirror that’s hanging on the wall. Her eyes glide over his back, over his broad, muscled shoulders, towards his tight, round butt, over his muscled legs.
Her breath is taken away. She has imagined him naked many times, but nothing prepared her for this. His clothes don’t do him enough justice, she thinks, and grins to herself. He’s more than perfect. She gets really hot and feels her heart starting to race. She’s even scared Logan may hear it with his super-senses. That thought makes her blush even more, and her knees are just about to give in. If she could only touch him...
She knows it’s not very decent to stand here and watch him unashamed, but she’s nailed to the floor. She’s breathless and she feels a strange sensation flowing through her body. Her breasts are tingly and she feels her nipples harden. Her eyes glide back up his body again and when she reaches the back of his head, she looks in the mirror.

Wow! She jumps up. He’s staring right at her!!!!!

She gets even more flushed than she thought was possible and doesn’t know what to do...Eh...Easy, Marie...How about sitting down? That’s a start...

Logan is enjoying himself. He likes that she watches him like that. It turns him on. It makes him laugh. She seems so innocent. Impressed by his physique.
But, all fun comes to an end, so Logan gets dressed. He puts on his jeans and a red shirt, with the top few buttons open so his chest hair peeks out.

He walks out the bathroom and greets Marie:”Enjoyed the show, kid?”

Marie has just been able to steady her heart rate a little, but now it’s going up again. And the red face-colour she just lost? Back again. Well, she got herself in this mess, so she can’t be mad at Logan, that’s not fair.But he’s kind of an ass for saying it, he must know she is embarrassed enough already...
She’s trying to come up with a witty comeback so maybe he won’t notice how thrown off she is. But she guesses it’s pointless anyway. She can’t lie to Logan. He picks up the signs, he picks up her heart rate, he can hear it, so what’s the point of lying?

She’s giving it a try anyway:”Mwah, I’ve seen better.” She’s trying to look serious and put on a nothing’s-the-matter-face.

“Liar,” Logan smirks at her. He knows what impact his appearance has on most women, now he knows Marie is just as sensitive to it. Especially Marie. And he loves it...
“It’s okay kid, I’ve got nothing to hide...” Logan can’t stop smirking.

Marie seems to have lost all sense of speech. She has to get herself together. Logan’s toying with her. She doesn’t like it that he is so dominant. She will not be his slave! But on the other hand, it turns her on. She is actually willing to be his slave right now. Anything to please him. She can’t think for herself, is that really such a bad thing? To surrender to his will, to let him have his way with her? Let his hands be in control, his lips claim what is his for the taking anyway? No! She has to stop thinking like this, there’s no way it will ever happen anyway. She has to stand up to him, don’t let him walk over her, and step over her heart. He will probably break it into a million little pieces anyway.

“Maybe you should hide it, Logan. Not everyone wants to see you naked, you know...”
Right...Typical case of the mouth saying something entirely different than what the heart is thinking...If she were Logan she’d walk around naked all day. Touch herself all day...
Damn, another thought that’s making her wander off. She won’t let herself get distracted anymore!

Logan looks at Marie with one eyebrow raised, his inquisitive look, the one Marie knows very well by now. Maybe she’s got a point, surely he can think of a few people who aren’t interested in his nudity. Guys, mostly though. And he’s quite sure actually Marie isn’t one of those people...
He can smell she wants him, hell; he just did it again, when he was in the bathroom. He can hear her heart pounding loud and wild, when he’s near.

He’s getting tired of thinking too much about this, women and their stupid signals...Their body says one thing, their mouth blabs out another. It’s frustrating. He wants to get the hell out of here.

He puts on his boots and turns to Marie:”You comin’or what?”

Marie is also glad to get out of there; it’s getting a little too intense being there. She keeps thinking in the same circle. Logan-naked-Logan-naked, it’s becoming her new mantra...
She’s feeling weak, defenceless and vulnerable. She’d do anything he asks her right now, and that’s making her nervous. She doesn’t like this side of her.
She’s strong and independent and is not going to sit around and wait for him to make a move. He probably never will anyway. Sigh.

They walk through the mansion, and as soon as they open the doors to the garden, there’s a lot of noise of people talking and laughing. The fire is already lit, and it looks fascinating. Really beautiful. The heat coming of it is incredible. The glow warms Rogue up immediately.
There are benches grouped around the fire, most of them are taken.

Marie looks around and sees Xavier and Storm. Colossus and all of the other students are there too.
She sees Jubes, and, not far from Jubes, Kitty Pride is sitting on a bench with Bobby, her former boyfriend.
He was always jealous of Logan, even though she never gave him any reason to do that. She and Logan have always been friends, close friends, nothing more. One night Bobby’s jealousy got so bad, that he tried to attack Logan. She could break them up just in time. She’d hate to think what could have happened to Bobby, if Logan fought back...Brrrrr. It gives her chills just thinking about it.
She decided then and there that that was it. This could not go on anymore; she didn’t want either of them to be hurt. Although she doesn’t have to worry about that as much with Logan, of course. But still.
She took Bobby up to her room and they had a long, serious talk. Rogue made it clear to Bobby that she was sick of it, couldn’t take it anymore. They had had this conversation many times before already, but this time it was different. Bobby couldn’t change, he just didn’t trust her enough obviously. And that hurt.
And what hurt more, was that in all this time they hadn’t gotten any further in their relationship. They still hadn’t touched really, or kissed. Rogue thought Bobby must be terrified for her skin. Or just didn’t love her enough. ’Cause then he would have tried to touch her, sought for solutions. But he never did that. She probably did not make it easy for him, always shying away, but that was just a reflex. Bobby never even thought of a way to get close to her. And that hurt her a lot. So she decided she was better of without him. It was over.

And now he’s sitting there with Kitty Pride. Touching her. In fact, he’s all over her. And it hurts Rogue to see it. She still misses Bobby a little, misses his company, talking to him. But what hurts most, is that they never touched like that. And maybe she never will. To be touched, bare skin on bare skin, lips on lips. Maybe her life won’t get any better than this. Maybe the only sexual experience she will ever have is seeing Logan naked through a half open door...She’s really pathetic. And feeling sad now. She wants to cry...

Logan is still standing next to Marie and notices her looking at Bobby. He knows they broke up and that he was one of the reasons. And he knows they never really kissed or touched. He can only guess how much she must be hurting, seeing Bobby do that to another girl. He’s been there himself, several times. Logan thinks Marie must be aching for intimacy, human contact. Why else would she be foolish enough to project those feelings onto him? He’s more than willing to give her what she wants, but for what reason?
Anyway, he doesn’t want to freak her out. All in time. What if he scares her off? He doesn’t want to jeopardize their friendship.
He knows it’s not entirely appropriate too, him being her teacher. Her being way younger than him. He actually doesn’t give a crap about those last two reasons, but he doesn’t want to loose her friendship. For her sake, too. She can sure use a friend right now.

He puts a hand on Marie’s shoulder, as a sign that he’s there for her. That he cares about her. More than she’ll ever know.

“You all right, kid?”

Huh? Marie is a little startled by the sudden warm touch on her shoulder. It’s interrupting her thoughts. She looks to her side and smiles faintly to Logan. It’s a good thing he can’t smell her self-pity and broken heart.

”I’m okay, sugar”.

Logan looks a bit worried at her. He’s not sure whether this a good time to leave her alone, but it’s Marie, she’s a tough kid. She’ll be all right. He’ll let her go to her friends and maybe talk to her some more later on.

”I’m gonna go sit over there, okay?” He points towards a dark, lonely corner. “Go and have fun with your friends, that’s an order!”

“Yeah boss! But only if you promise to hang out with me later?!”
Marie bats her eyelashes at Logan and tries to look innocent and tempting, in a funny manner.

“Sure, kid.” Logan smiles back at her. Always hiding her pain, she’s just like him in that way.

He walks over to his dark, lonely corner. He’s never been one for those crowded events. All those happy people. All those team-players. He’s gonna enjoy a nice and quiet evening, just him and his cigar. Maybe he’ll talk to a few people later. He’s gonna watch those kids a bit. See if they all behave. Yeah right, a bunch of teenagers with raging hormones and super-powers. Ah well, as long as they do it save....Logan grins to himself.

Marie walks over to the bench where Jubilee is sitting. It’s really cosy near the fire. She can get used to this...The perfect ending, to a perfect, sunny day. Temperature-wise anyway.

To be continued…

Hello!

So...
This is my weblog.
From now on I'm gonna be posting fanfiction about Logan and Marie, a.k.a. Wolverine and Rogue. You know, those two from the X-Men.
Why? Because I really like Hugh Jackman, especially when he's Wolverine...
And I like the relationship between the two of them, probably because I sort of identify with Rogue. I had a crush on a teacher once, and I'm shy about human contact too (thankfully not because my skin is a life-sucking murder-machine, but hey, who's comparing..) And ofcourse I really dig the Bad Boy Logan is. His musled appearance, yet terribly hurt and insecure inside.

Is it polite to introduce myself? Probably...
My name's Mandy, I'm 28 years old, got married almost 1 year ago, I live in The Netherlands. I'm going trough sort of an unreal time now, my mom died 2 months ago of cancer. So maybe that's why I want to create my own reality, where I'm in control of the persons and their actions. Although I have to say I've been wanting to write for years already, maybe I just needed a little push...
Could have been another sort of push, but I didn't have a say in that...

Well, if anybody wants to know something, or respond to my stories, please do. But be gentle on me