Title: Time of the Month

Author: Leah

E-mail: Logan/Marie

Category: Romance

Summary: It's Marie's time of the month and Logan gets to deal with it.

Rating: M for language and sexual situations

Disclaimer: I don't own them so please don't sue.

Archive: If you want it then I would be honored. Just let me know. :)

Feedback: Yes, please.

Dedication: I never thought I would ever write a Logan/Marie fanfic, but here it is--my first ever. I put the blame on J. Marie T. for being such a great writer and for inspiring me. You don't get off the hook, Edna--thanks for the encouragement. Special thanks to Jay for her kick-ass beta reading skills.

Note: This is an old fic that I've rehashed a bit. Enjoy.

those in italics depict thoughts


Oh, boy, was Marie in a bad mood.

She slammed the door hard as she left her room. She was hot, sweaty, and irritated, and she needed a long, cool drink. It didn't help that her lower belly was cramping. Marie loved the summer season, but this was one summer day she didn't like it one bit. In her book, a hot day and a bout of PMS was not a good combination.

She walked purposefully toward the kitchen, her high, generous, and braless breasts bouncing beneath her tight, yellow tank top. She wore a pair of cut-offs to go with her top but even in her abbreviated clothing, she felt hot. She was baring more lethal skin than normal, but lethal skin be damned in this heat.

Marie found Scott and Logan talking in the hallway leading to the kitchen, and she released an exasperated sigh. Great, she thought. There are two big men barring my way to the kitchen.

Logan turned to his right at the squeaky sound of Marie's flip-flops. Scott turned his head, too, and both men couldn't help but stare at the young woman charging before them. Logan had never seen so much of Marie's forbidden skin before and he was mesmerized. Especially by her breasts. God, but they were beautiful.

Not breaking her stride, Marie deliberately collided against Logan's hard body. "Get your tight ass out of the way, Logan. You're blocking the hallway," she said tersely.

Logan's mouth hung open as he watched her retreating back. He snapped out of his shock when he heard Scott chuckle.

"What's up with her?" Logan asked incredulously.

"I don't know but you had better find out. A temper like that and a lot of exposed skin can only mean trouble," Scott said, amused.

Marie finally reached the kitchen and headed immediately for the refrigerator. She took out a pitcher of iced tea and placed it on the center island. She was hunting for a glass when Logan came in.

"What the hell is your problem, Marie?" Logan said without preamble.

Marie took her time pouring iced tea into a glass and then sipping some before answering, "I was thirsty."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "You were thirsty."

Marie tipped the glass and downed the contents in one gulp. She closed her eyes and touched the cold, empty glass to her cheek. "Oh, yes. That was good!"

"Marie."

Logan's voice brought her back to the present. She opened her eyes and knitted her eyebrows together. "What?"

Logan tried another approach and hushed his tone a bit. "Are you okay, kid? You're acting strange."

Marie refilled her glass, putting the pitcher down with a loud thump. "I'm hot. I'm thirsty. I'm having cramps. I have a headache. What the hell do you think?"

But before Logan could reply, Bobby entered the kitchen. "Hey, guys." He saw the iced tea on the counter. "Great--iced tea!"

He was about to reach for the pitcher when Marie smacked his hand away with a gloved hand. "Hey!"

"Get your own drink, Bobby. This is mine!"

Bobby threw a puzzled look at Marie and then at Logan, who merely shrugged his shoulders. He raised his hands meekly and said, "Okay. There's no need to bite my head off, Marie." Without taking his eyes off her, he gingerly opened the refrigerator and got himself a soda. He backed out of the kitchen with his hands still raised.

Marie smiled with satisfaction. "Cool." And then she downed another glass.

Logan tightened his lips to keep from smiling. He assumed a serious countenance and went back to the matter at hand. "What cramps?"

With the glass still in her hand, Marie walked up to Logan until her face was only a few inches from his own. "A woman kind of cramps, Logan. You know anything about woman cramps?"

Logan was assaulted immediately by Marie's different smells. His sensitive nose picked up the scent of fresh sweat, a hint of fruity shampoo, a whiff of vanilla, a trace of baby powder and the rusty smell of blood. Yeah, she was having her period all right. His eyes traveled from her brown hair bunched haphazardly at the top of her head with a clamp, to the tendrils sticking to the side of her moist neck, to the trail of sweat rolling from her throat down to her deep, creamy cleavage. From his vantage point, he could see a lot of deep, creamy cleavage.

He swallowed hard and broke into a sweat. Stay down, boy. Stay down. But it was too late. His body reacted before it could register his brain's warning. He felt himself swelling and lengthening. Dear God, he wanted her. He swallowed again and tried to concentrate on her question. His eyes met her large, brown ones and he became lost in sensation once more.

"So?" Marie asked.

The movement of her lush and pouty lips captivated Logan as she formed the word. God, but I want to kiss that mouth. I want to lick it open. I want to tangle my tongue with hers. I want to taste her so bad…

Marie tilted her head to one side. "Logan?"

"Hmmm?" He continued to stare.

She pushed the glass she was holding to his chest. "You're the one who's acting strange." She sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving Logan clutching the glass, aroused and confused.


Goddamnfuckinghornybastard.

He thought he had mastered the art of resisting the temptation that was Marie but he was wrong. Just one look at all that exposed skin and he grew as randy as a sixteen year old. He had told himself so many times that she was just a kid, the sister he never had, and that he could never, ever look at her and be interested in her that way. But from the way he behaved this morning, he might as well have thrown those ideas out the window.

Logan sighed. There's no use trying to hide the truth now. He wanted Marie bad. Really bad. He wanted her like a man wanted a woman. Even in her time of the month, he wanted her. He really was a horny bastard.

It was dinnertime and Marie still hadn't shown herself since the kitchen incident. He cut a piece of his steak and chewed on it thoughtfully. He was starting to get worried. Could cramps be so painful that they could leave a woman incapacitated for a whole day? He glanced at Ororo who was quietly eating her dinner beside him.

"Ro?"

Ororo looked up from her plate. "Yes, Logan?"

He lowered his voice a notch. "What can you tell me about menstrual cramps?"

Ororo nearly choked on her food. "Wha-what? Menstrual cramps! Logan, what-"

"Sh-shh! Not so loud, Ro." He noticed Jean glancing at them questioningly from across the dinner table.

"What is this about, Logan?" Ororo whispered.

"Well, Marie was acting strange this morning--grouchy and irrational and all. She told me she was having cramps. I haven't seen her since then. I'm just worried about her. Can cramps be that painful?"

Ororo smiled as she noted the concern in Logan's voice. He may not admit it but she knew he felt more than responsibility for Marie. There was tenderness too, and definitely affection.

"What's happening to Rogue is normal, Logan. There's nothing to worry about," Ororo reassured him.

"But she didn't leave her room the whole day. What if she's in terrible pain? I don't like knowing that she's hurting."

A protective Logan was definitely a smitten Logan. But of course, she wasn't going to tell him that. She valued her life, thank you very much. "Maybe you should ask Jean to check up on her. She could also give you a more detailed explanation on menstruation."

Logan turned his gaze to Jean who was conversing with the Professor. She was married to Scott now, already was even before he came back. Truthfully, he was happy for her. Whatever attraction he had felt for her was gone now. It was replaced by the warm thoughts of and feelings for Marie that had plagued him all year long in Canada. Jean may be the best person to check up on Rogue, but for some reason, he didn't want to share anything concerning Marie with her.

He turned back to Ororo who was nibbling on a corncob. "I asked you, didn't I? So come on, tell me. Is it painful?"

"All right," she said, putting the corn down. "It really depends,

Logan. Not all women experience the same symptoms. Some don't have cramps but some have terrible headaches. For those who experience cramps, the pain comes in varying degrees. Sometimes it's bearable and sometimes you have to take something for the pain. "

Logan raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "But what causes those cramps? Why does she have to be in pain? I thought blood just--just flows out."

"It's like this, Logan. The pain and cramping originate in the uterus. Special chemicals called prostaglandins cause the pain. They are released by the cells in the uterine lining when it starts to shed blood. So when Marie feels a cramp, it's actually her uterus contracting."

"Oh."

"It's really a common occurrence, Logan. The cramping eventually passes."

"How I can I stop the pain?" Logan was already thinking of touching her to take the pain away.

Ororo caught on fast. "Oh, no, you don't! You will not touch her, Logan. It's not worth getting you unconscious. And knowing Marie, she'll probably kick your ass for pulling a stupid stunt like that."

Logan growled low. "All right, I won't. But I still want to do something for her."

Ororo thought for a moment. "Well, I think you have to let her eat first. She needs sustenance. Give her something rich in fiber and complex carbohydrates. I read somewhere that they can alleviate PMS symptoms. A hot water bottle placed on her tummy can work wonders too."

"Okay. Great. Thanks, Ro. And not a word to anyone."

"Sure, Logan." Ororo smiled mysteriously as she applied herself back to her dinner.