Logan
'I've got to get it together before tonight, Scott's taking us all out to Roadies the local bar in celebration of Marie's 18th birthday.' Logan thought to himself as he sat up in bed after another night of tossing and turning, not from nightmares but dreams of Marie. Over the past three years Marie had come into Logan's room thousands of times to ask his advice on all topics what to do about Bobby, help with her homework. Everyone thought Logan was like some kind of cave man that didn't even know what a book was. But honestly Marie was the only person in the mansion who really knew the real Logan.
Ever since Marie had gotten her mutation under control Marie had been visiting Logan's bedroom more and more frequently in the middle of the night. Since she could touch now Bobby was pushing more and more on the subject of sex. Logan had offered many times to break the little jerks legs for Marie but she had always laughed at what she thought was a joke. Logan was dead serious for some reason Logan had always felt save when Marie couldn't touch, sure it sounded selfish out loud but inside of Logan's head that meant that he was the only man in the mansion who'd touched Marie and lived to tell about it, he was a part of her and she was a part of him. When Marie was unable to make skin to skin contact he could keep her all under lock and key in a strange sort of way that meant Marie was all his.
But know Marie could touch and he was in a state of constant confusion not only with himself but also with Marie, as much as Logan detested another guy let alone Bobby Drake touching Marie he couldn't understand why Marie was holding back so much. Logan thought Marie would've been jumping at the thought of intimate contact with her so called boyfriend.
Swinging his legs over the bed he headed for the shower knowing that he had a self defense call at eight and it was already and quarter till and Scott was so anal about being on time. Marie was one of his star pupils. Logan also liked the fact that no one else but him called Rogue Marie, that is in private in public he'd always called her kid. He just felt stupid calling her that ridiculous name. But then a thought came to him what if Marie was the same with Bobby in private. Maybe she just asked Bobby not to call her Marie in front of the rest of the school now that really got him hot under the collar. But no that wasn't his Marie she wasn't like that Marie felt safe with Logan and thanks to his heightened senses he knew that there were a number of times that he'd smelled Marie aroused when she would sneak to his bedroom at night for one of there talks or just to be close to someone who didn't flinch if she was near. Since the night Logan had stabbed Marie through the chest Logan went to bed in sweat pants and a skin tight white t-shirt that showed off all his muscles and socks. He also kept a pair of soft black leather gloves on his bedside table to slip on whenever she came in.
Logan could remember a time after he's saved Marie's life for the second time at Liberty Island when Marie would look at him like he'd hung the moon, but then he'd gone off looking for a past that he would never find or understand and when he came back Bobby had somehow taken his place. He killed him side to see Marie and Bobby together he reluctantly felt a growl rumble in his chest every time he saw Bobby touch Marie. That's when Logan decided that he wasn't going to search for his past anymore, it had waited fifteen years it could wait a little while longer. While he was home Logan was already finding little ways to touch or tickle Marie, brush past her in the halls when there was more then enough room for him to get by without having to touch her. He was in love with Marie, something that he had not been able to admit to himself out loud yet. Sometimes Logan woke up in a hot sweat and a deep possessive growl in his chest after dreaming of Marie with Bobby. For hours he couldn't get the image of his Marie making love to Bobby calling out his name…when she should've been calling out his.