I'd like to start off with thanking the people who told me to write for the sake of writing and not rely on reviews. To be honest, I already had an idea for a sequel, but I wanted to see if anyone was interested in reading it. Hopefully I didn't annoy you all too bad. Thanks for reading, let me know what you think. :)

Marie's POV

When I woke up the morning after…you know…I was freezing. Not kind of cold, not sort of cold, but freezing. Looking at Logan's sleeping form next to me…I decided to take advantage of his body heat.

"M'rie?" he growled, throwing his arm over his face to shield his eyes from the sun "What're ya doin'?"

"It's cold." I muttered, sliding my feet under his leg.

"Good God! Your feet are fucking freezing!" he yelled trying to get away from my icicle toes.

"Warm me, Damnit!" I said grabbing him arm and pulling him towards me "It's your fault I'm not wearing any clothes anyway." He grunted a complaint, but let me snuggle into him anyway. Weird…I never thought I'd associate the word "snuggle" with Logan.

"Why are you so cold anyway?" he grumbled, running a hand over my arm in an attempt to warm me.

"It's the middle of winter and we're in freaking Canada." Good point, right? He was quiet for a while, probably figuring out that I don't do all that well with cold. Note to self; buy blankets, robes, thermal pajamas, wool socks. "You're really warm" I muttered into his shoulder. He chuckled a bit and pressed a kiss to the top of my head and pulled the covers up to my chin for me.

"So what did you want to do today?" he asked me. I shrugged. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that we'd had sex. I mean…what now? What if I'm pregnant? What if he doesn't want my baby? What if he leaves me? What if I'm a terrible mother? What if…

"How do you feel about babies?" I asked him shyly, knowing that this was a conversation we should've had before we had sex. He paused thoughtfully.

"Never thought about it that much…I'm not much of a father figure…but if I had a kid I'd protect him."

"Him?" he chuckled

"Can you see me walking around with a pink stroller, sweet talking a baby girl?" I would pay to see that.

"You'd be cute with a baby girl." I told him. He seemed okay with that answer and we fell into a comfortable silence as I began exploring his chest with my hands, running my fingers through his chest hair, swiping across his collarbone to his shoulder. He groaned a bit as my hand ran down his throat and went to brush across his nipples.

"Marie?" he grunted. His noises only spurred me on, and I allowing my hand to trail down to his stomach, tracing up and down the hair from his navel to…down below.

"What?" I asked, brushing a kiss to his neck.

"You're not pregnant. I…I can tell it isn't your time." I pulled back my head and looked him in the eye.

"You can smell that?" he nodded sheepishly. I smiled at him and pressed light kisses to both of his eyelids before pulling the sheet away from his body. He seemed surprised at first…but all objections were silenced as I took hold of his semi-rigid cock. Running my enclosed hand up and down a few times, I gauged his reaction. His eyes were closed, hands balled into fists at his side. He looked like he was enjoying himself…so I'd better give him something more to enjoy. Leaning down I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked.

"Holy shit." He moaned, raising his hips slightly to push himself into my mouth. I smiled around him and took him in deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until I could feel him bumping the back of my throat. I've heard horror stories of vomiting and gagging and all kinds of unattractive things…but this wasn't so bad. " Where did you learn all this?"

Oh no. Now was not the time for him to question my…sexual knowledge and experience. I may love him…but he can be a jealous bastard. In an attempt to get him to drop it, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock again, and squeezed his balls lightly. Removing my mouth from around him, I tilted my head and licked the underside of his shaft, knowing it was sensitive. He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair. Smiling again, I took his cock in my hand and gave it a few firm pumps. With a snarl, Logan grabbed me around the waist and flipped us over.

"Logan…Sugah?" I asked curiously, seeing that his eyes were dark with lust. He gave me a smirk and began kissing my throat. He licked along my collarbone and left a trail of kisses down the valley of my breasts, tugging at my sore nipples with his teeth before moving on to my stomach. He laid some more kisses down, lingering at my naval for a while, before moving lower and spreading my legs wide. He mumbled something to himself, and then laid a kiss on my clit. "Oh God." I moaned, nearly jumping off the bed.

"Just Logan is fine, Babe." He said teasingly, before licking my womanhood for good measure. This…this was…was….

"Oh…" I cried out as he took my clit into his mouth and sucked. "That feels…"

"Feels what?" he muttered against me.

"Feels good." He continued, changing the pace, pressure, and suction level at a leisurely pace, before quickly darting his tongue in and out of me. With that, I came. Loud. I've never been so shamelessly loud before. Calling out his name as my body tensed in the throes of my orgasm. Now, I'm slightly embarrassed…then? I was too far gone to give a damn.

I could feel him watching me, but I was still too relaxed to protest. I felt like I was about to fall into a wonderful sleep coma and never wake up again...but I wanted to finish what we'd started. Opening my eye, I saw that his hard-on hadn't gone away, his cock standing at attention. His shaft long and thick, pointing straightforward, head weeping slightly. Damn. Rolling him onto his back I took his cock in my mouth again and sucked him off. Then we got up and made breakfast…which could've easily qualified as lunch.

"I think we need to go back to the mansion soon." I told him.

"Why?" he didn't seem to oppose the idea, but I could tell he didn't see the need to. I'm not going to lie, I still see the place as my home…I miss it…I miss everyone in it…and knowing that soon it'll all be gone while I remain makes me want to spend as much time with them as possible before it ends. Of course, I didn't say that.

"No one knows where we are, why we left, or what's going on with my mutation. All they know is that Sabertooth is dead." He nodded thoughtfully while shoving a forkful of pancakes in his mouth. He's so cute…

"Alright…but I want to stay here for a while." I smiled my agreement and leaned over to lick some syrup off his lips. Which of course led to more sex.