Hello again little darcy's, got something new in store for you! It's won't exactly be a one shot, in fact the story will have multiple chapters but the format is something different I'm trying out so bear with me. As always, I own no one. (Much to my chagrin)

Eat, sleep, run, do it again. Find a way to get food, find a safe place to sleep and run when you couldn't. Wolverine was the first man to throw food her away and not expect a blow of thanks. Choosing to stow away in his truck was either the stupidest or the smartest thing she had ever done. But he kept her. He fed her. He was safe while she slept.

It was the sleeping arrangements that first created problems. He did his best to get two beds but it wasn't always possible and she was a cuddler. Between his nightmares and her anxiety every time she woke up in a new place, it made no sense to be apart. After a few months he caved and she was regularly in his bed, whether there were two or not.

Marie learned early on he slept like a starfish. A very very heavy starfish. Always on his stomach, always out cold and never up before ten if he could help it. He was all limbs and hair and stubble on his chin. She said as much to him one night when she was up late, both of them wired from a cage match he'd fought earlier that evening.

"Yah squishin meh sugah."

"You're about two feet tall Marie, I don't think that's possible."

She swatted at his bare chest, still reveling in the fact that her skin didn't have to always be covered around him. He snickered and flopped around a bit to get comfortable.

"Ah mean it. Yah like.. a big man octopus. Limbs here and limbs there-"

"Where's my suckers than kid?"

He grinned while she felt her cheeks heat up. That was another thing that was different. If anyone else talked to her like he did she'd call it flirting. Logan on the other hand just liked making her blush.

"Yah know what I mean!"

"Just teasin you. Here." He scooted closer to the bed's edge and glanced over. "Good?"

"Yeah, good." "Great. Night." "Night."

Usually that was the end of it. Sleep, wake up the next morning and go about their business. Just two best friends, traveling the open road together. Sure they got funny looks, a grown man toting around a fifteen year old was a bit strange but most assumed he was a family member. A completely normal situation. Until one morning when it wasn't.

Somehow in the night they'd gotten closer than usual, her head tucked into the bend and curve of his shoulder and his arm draped over her middle. She must have rolled around a bit before managing to get comfortable with a leg hiked over his waist while he held her tight against his chest.

Around 5 a.m. she was nudged out of sleep by the feel of something scratchy against her skin. Drowsily she ran her fingers over his jaw line, sighing while he nuzzled her. She let herself slip back into what was quickly becoming a very odd but very pleasant dream. He continued the nuzzling, progressing to gentle kisses against the base of her throat and she could feel his fingers drift under the hem of her tank top, creeping up with feather light touches to her breasts.

A fully conscious Marie would have put a stop to it immediately and questioned the morality of having a dirty dream about your best friend while he lay sleeping beside her. As it was, dream state marie moaned into the mouth that was kissing her and let his tongue explore freely.

Another few seconds and something hard was growing between Logan's legs, pressing against her in the most delicious way possible. She widened her thighs and instinctively rubbed against it, mewling at the friction and arching up into his mouth. The small noises she was making seemed to encourage him, because he pinned her down and began to grind against her, whispering out her name in a hoarse whisper in time with his movements.

Never once had she thought of him as anything more. Sure there were fleeting moments when he had his shirt off, or when his voice was particularly gravelly that she started feeling heat pool in the pit of her stomach. But he was so much older.. still. She wasn't dead. He was good looking, he took care of her, he was sweet in his own rough and grumbling way. And on the road he was all hers.

This "dream" was a turning point. Because in that supposed dream, Marie had a glimpse of what the Wolverine wanted and the human refused to acknowledge. And at fifteen she fell for him hard, tumbling over the edge and his forevermore.

There was wetness between her legs when she woke up. Her panties were soaked through and she had to waddle to the bathroom to clean herself up. Now fully awake she felt awkward and even a little ashamed but when she came back out he was sound asleep as though nothing had happened. Relieved, she climbed back into bed and curled up. It was just a dream, and that didn't make her a bad person. He never had to know.

Logan listened to her breathing steady out before climbing out of bed to clean himself up. What started as a dream had changed into an armful of Marie and the sinking feeling that he was indeed nothing more than an old perve. His animal was roaring, slamming against his walls in a desperate bid to get out, claim their mate. But as long as she thought it was just a dream, he could keep a leash on the animal. She never had to know.

There it is guys, first chapter! As always please review and tune in next week to see how much closer our guys get to that flame. See yah next time!