A/N: Short. Sweet. Don't like S&M, don't read.

Marie froze as she felt a large, bare hand wrap tightly around her neck and three tiny points of metal press against her back. She gasped as she felt Logan's lips very close to her ear, his breathing heavy. "Logan, what are you doing?" she whimpered, really scared now. "Please, I-" He cut her off with a menacing growl, and she fell quiet. Still unwilling to hurt him but desperate now, she began to let her power flow into him…she just needed enough to weaken him, to even the odds. But as soon as she started, she felt his claws press deeper into her skin, tiny rivulets of blood starting to flow down her back.

"What do you say, Marie? What's faster? My claws or your skin? Do you really wanna try?" he whispered dangerously. Beginning to cry, Marie stopped the flow, knowing that after so many years of suppressing her power, she could never take him out that fast. She could feel Logan's hot breath on her neck, and she trembled…despite the very real danger she was in, she couldn't help but think back to some of the wilder fantasies she'd had about him over the years. Her body let go of its rigid posture, and she let out a small sigh. Logan grinned against her cheek and asked quietly, "What's this now?" He whipped her around to face him, pinning her arms to her sides with his own. She stared boldly into his eyes for a moment, but the darkness she saw there scared her, and she looked away. "You surprise me, Marie. I never pictured you as the type," he said.

"What type?" Marie asked quietly, still looking down. Logan said nothing, but grabbed her chin with one hand and forced her to face him. She looked scared, yes, but there was a reserve of strength in there that no one touched. And he saw something he'd not expected, not from her, and especially not like this: desire. Unable to resist that look in her eyes, he pulled her to him and kissed her, deeply, penetratingly, claiming her for his own. The kiss seemed to last forever, neither one wanting to pull away. When Logan finally set her back on her feet, there wasn't just desire in Marie's eyes: it was dark, heavy lust. Then she did something neither of them had anticipated: she took his hand, the one with the claws still extended: the one with her blood still covering the tips of his claws. Stunned, Logan allowed her to pull his hand to her mouth. She placed a kiss directly on his palm: then, staring deeply into his eyes, she brought the tip of his first claw to her mouth and proceeded to lick her own blood off of it. She did the same for the other two, and then kissed his palm again as he retracted the claws. Grinning, he grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder, striding futher into the forest, away from normality.