This time I actually have enough of the story pre-written to actually upload often. Please enjoy and review.
Sorry if you got multiple updates for this chapter, I noticed I had a few minor spelling/grammar screw ups and wanted to fix them.
Logan's POV
If someone asked me what the best day of my life was…I'd say it was the day some dumb kid stowed away in my trailer. I didn't ask for company, didn't particularly want it either…but either way she was there. Marie. My Marie. Rogue. Whatever the hell you want to call her, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. After she made the mansion her home, I decided to stay. For her. She grew up pretty fast. Now she's smart, nice…pretty.
Which really freaks me out. Not only do I have to worry about some pimple-faced drooler tying to get into her pants…but now I have to watch myself. I never planned to have feelings for anyone really. But I'm damn glad it's her. So…she's legal…and there's really no better time to make my move. Make her mine. I'm going to do it…I'm really going to do it.
"Hey, Wolvie." I heard a taunting voice call from across the kitchen. I looked up from my frying pan full of bacon to get an eyeful of yellow.
"What, Kid?" I asked, amused. Sure she could be irritating, but the kid was firecracker…no pun intended.
"You hear that Rogue's going out on a date tonight?" My bacon was suddenly forgotten.
He was talking to my girl. That was reason enough for me to want to kill him right off the bat. That wasn't all; he kissed her. He kissed my Marie. Right on the fucking mouth and everything. But that wasn't even the thing that pissed me off the most…the worst part was that she kissed him back. Rather…enthusiastically. Damn it all to hell. I guess this is more proof she's grown up. Not that I needed more proof…I knew the day I got back and her chest had…developed that she was a force to be reckoned with. She's everything I'm afraid of in a woman… brave and loyal.
It's no secret that the mighty Wolverine (IE me) has never been with a woman longer than it takes for him to pull his pants back on…but I'll be damned, I didn't want to run away this time. Don't get me wrong; it's not like I want to sweep her away to an enchanted castle and marry her or some shit…but I could see myself caring for her for a long time…a very long time. No nice little house, no white picket fence, and definitely no normal lives…but me and her for a long time…sounds pretty damn peachy to me.
Shit, I need to stop whatever the hell is going on between her and that pimply faced horny teenager. Well fine, he doesn't have any zits…but he's still a horny teenager is I ever saw one. So how to I break up this little fling between her and this guy…I could talk to her…or I could punch him in the…err…baby-making areas. Damn…I suppose she'll probably want me to talk about my problems rather than take them out on the little fucker.
"Marie?" I asked gruffly, knocking on her door.
"Just a sec." was her muffled reply. I heard a bit of shuffling, and then her feet padding towards the door before she opened it. "Careful…" she muttered looking around the hallway "I don't want among to know that." I carefully examined her face.
"Your name's Marie, ain't it? How come ya don't want anyone to know your name?" She grabbed my bicep and gently pulled me in the door.
"Ya know damn well why, ya fool." She asked teasingly. Yeah I knew why…but what's the point in knowing things about the people you lo…err…care about if you can't put 'em through hell. "So what do you want? It's not like you make a habit of knocking on my door at this ungodly hour." Oh, but I could.
"I want to talk to you about the boy who was sucking your face off in the alley behind Goodman's bar downtown last night." She instantly turned an unnatural shade of red and began stuttering incomprehensible excuses.
"Well….it was just…" she let her sentence, if you could call it that; trail off with a nervous laugh. There was still one hell of blush on her cheeks. "Wait a minute…" she said, eyebrows furrowing like they do when she gets thoughtful "Why were you in the alley behind Goodman's bar last night…were you…following me?" Shit.