A/N: FAIR WARNING, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LOGAN/PRINCESS LEMON. PROCEED WITH CAUTION... OR DELIGHT OR, YA KNOW, WHATEVER.

~In Sickness, In Health~

Olivia curled herself further under the blankets, hiding away from the world. She was exhausted and since Jasper had woken her up nearly an hour ago and she told him that she was too ill to get up, she hadn't been able to fall back asleep. Olivia knew that Logan wouldn't be happy, especially since she was the one who demanded to be more involved. She had practically begged him to allow her more responsibilities, to go to his meetings and not just stand there smiling for social occasions.

And he had given in, though she wasn't surprised. Olivia had been nagging him for two months straight, and even woke him up one morning, refusing to leave until he gave in to her. That, of course, hadn't gone as she planned. Instead she just made a very uncomfortable situation for herself.

Now, after two weeks of writing letters, attending meetings, and shaking hands of dignitaries, Olivia was nearly regretting her decision. Not that she would ever let Logan know that. He would never let her live it down if she did. Or, at least the old him wouldn't have. Logan hadn't been the same for months now.

Olivia jumped when the door creaked open. After a moment of silence she risked peeking out from under the cover. Logan was shutting the door, his back to her. Not wanted to get caught in her lie, Olivia quickly laid back down, shutting her eyes and focusing on slowing her breathing. The sound of muffled footsteps moved closer and the bed shifted slightly under his weight.

"Olivia?" his voice was soft and full of concern. She felt the cover slowly being drawn back and his hand came down on forehead. It was large and warm and she sighed into the bed. It was nice to feel cared for. The palm of his hand caressed her cheek and she shivered at the feel of his calloused hands. Olivia knew that most people would imagine a King's hands to be smooth and manicured, but Logan had been an adventurer for many years until the King died. Olivia felt a pang of sadness over it, even though he had only been her step-father, Sparrow had been more of a father to her than her biological one.

His hand trailed down her neck and she sucked in a breath. "Logan."

He slowed his movements, but his hand still traveled further. When the bed shifted again, and Olivia opened her eyes.

"I asked for you. Jasper said you were ill."

Olivia cringed, "Well...I-"

"You do feel warm," he murmured, leaning in close. He shifted abruptly, straddling her. His hands were on either side of her head and he stared into her eyes. "But you aren't sick. Are you, Olivia?"

She squirmed beneath him, trying to get away from his intimidating stare.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he growled, leaning down so that his face was by her ear. Olivia only stopped wiggling when his hips pressed hard against hers. "Tell me...Olivia, how are you really feeling?" He tugged at the top three buttons of her nightgown, revealing her breasts.

"Logan!" she gasped. His lips brushed against her ear and then down to her neck as he pushed the blankets out of the way.

"Yes?" he murmured, gripping the edge of her nightgown as he pulled it up over her knees, "I'm waiting."

Olivia's breathing spiked along with her heart rate. The nerves of her stomach twisted and trembled as his hands inched higher. Olivia lifted her hips against his and felt the warmth of his breath on her collarbone as Logan chuckled. His lips pressed gently against her skin, trailing kisses down to the tops of her breasts. One hand gripped her hip and he tugged her roughly against him. "Tell me," he whispered, "how this makes you feel."

His mouth latched onto a dark pink nipple, as his suckled and nipped at the sensitive flesh, drawing fast gasps from her. She let her fingers tangle in his hair as he continued his attack on the other breast. His hands kneaded the flesh of her sides, one hand sinking down to her thigh as he pulled away to look at her.

"I feel...hot," Olivia said with a blush. Her hands bunched the fabric of Logan's shirt and she yanked the edges out of his pants. She lifted her legs out from under the blanket and rolled her hips against his. Logan smiled at her, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Olivia moaned into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to dart his tongue into her mouth. She followed his lead and grabbed the hand that rested on her thigh, inching it higher until his fingers probed at the hot wetness that rested between her legs. Logan groaned into her mouth, muttering sweet nothings as he slid a finger inside of Olivia.

She gasped at the new sensation, bucking against him. With new-found curiosity, Olivia snaked her own hand into his breeches, letting her fingers wrap around his arousal. His hand stilled and he pulled away, letting his forehead rest against hers, his eyes darkened with lust. Olivia's heart thumped loudly in her chest as she tightened her hold and pumped him, eliciting soft groans the faster she went. Suddenly he yanked her hands away and rolled them so that she was on top.

Her boldness lulled in the new position, but Logan wouldn't allow that. He sat up and pulled the nightgown over her head quickly, his hands rested against her hips. She leaned forward pressing a soft kiss against his lips, the first kiss between them that she had ever initiated. His hands moved up to her face, one on her cheek and the other tangling in her rosy curls. Olivia only pulled away when she couldn't keep from grinning.

"What?" he asked her, eager to pick up where they left off.

She laughed. "I thought you would be mad at me."

He gripped her bottom, flipping them again. "I could never be mad with you, Olivia."

Olivia fumbled with the laces of his pants, impatiently tugging them loose, but his hands grabbed hers. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, voice breathless and low. In his one moment of hesitation she suddenly felt sure. She wanted to do this, no matter the consequences.

"I want this, Logan," she said, staring into his eyes, "I want you."

He hesitated but she pressed her lips to his and all thoughts of stopping left his mind. Logan shifted off the bed, dropping his pants to the floor before rejoining Olivia on the bed. Olivia gasped, unsure if it was okay to stare. She felt the blush creeping up her face and laid back on the bed. Logan hovered above her, gaging her reaction. He kissed her again and then roughly, as if he were fighting and losing an inner struggle, he prodded her legs apart. Olivia lifted her hips off the bed, raising her knees as he slid deeper.

Olivia gasped at the sharp pain, and Logan slowed, "Relax, Love," he said, "I promise I won't move until you're ready." His lips against her neck as he whispered words of encouragement. The seconds ticked by, but despite his obvious need Logan did not move an inch. She smiled up at him and lifted her hips again, urging her body to push through the strange ache. It was all Logan needed to start again. Their bodies tangled together as he thrust deeper and faster. Olivia cried out, the pleasure sweet and overwhelming, building in her core. She wrapped her legs around him and let his passion sweep her away.

Olivia cried out his name and lifted her hips to meet his every thrust. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders and back, leaving red lines of passion. Logan growled in response, his thrusts becoming uncontrolled and erratic. He pounded her harder and the bands inside of her snapped, a wave of unbearable ecstasy passing over her. Logan's response was a low moan and a few hard, slow thrusts before he met his own end, collapsing to his elbows, but managing to pull away before he crushed her entirely.

She curled around his body, still panting from the exertion, but a wanton smile on her face. Logan wrapped an arm around Olivia and she pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "I should get sick more often."