A/N: Disclaimer: The characters are sadly not mine. I hope you enjoy the story anyways.
Sleeping With Ghosts
He had finally come home, after three years away. He ran into Storm on his way to his old room. She told him all the things he had missed while he was gone. How Chuck had come back using some poor sap's brain dead body and Scott's older brother brought some other mutant's looking for refuge. She didn't say anything about Marie. So, he asked because he needed to know that she was okay. Storm gave him a sly smile that said she knew something he didn't and said Rogue would be in the morning. She and Kitty were out on a recruitment mission. Storm then informed him that his old room was still open and that they had left it the same as he left it. She told him that she hoped he would stay for a bit because he had been missed.
He got to his room and her scent waif through the door invading his airways. He opened the door and saw that his room had been cleaned up and some of his clothes were missing. Gone were the empty bottles he had left scattered about the room. The bed was made and his dirty clothes were cleaned and fold in a stack on top of his dresser. Storm was an idiot as far as he was concern. Marie's scent wrapped around everything in his room overpowering his scent. Her things were scattered about as if she was staking her claim on him or at least his room. Her clothes hung in his closet and he realized that Storm and the rest of the geeks were still as clueless about Marie as they had been the day they had brought them both here.
He dropped his duffle bag at the foot of his bed and then decided to find her room. He followed her scent to the room that it was strongest in next to his room that is. The door was unlocked and her honey sunshine scent was embedded in the walls of this room. Her room was in a wreck. Her gloves and scarves scattered every where. Her bed was unmade the pillows formed a nest on the bed while the blankets were in a heap on the floor as if she hadn't bothered to untangle herself before trying to leave. He let out a sigh and resigned himself to having to wait until to catch up with her.
He went back to his room to take a quick shower and to get some sleep. He paused in his doorway and looked at the chaos she had left in his room comparing it to the chaos in her room. He didn't acknowledge Scott's brother as he came around the corner and startled at seeing him standing in the room's doorway as if the room would swallow him whole if he entered. "Every night she has night terrors. She won't talk to anyone about them. She sleeps in that room most nights. She tries to sleep in her own room, but she doesn't ever make it a full night. I followed her one night and realized she is sleeping when she seeks out that room. I have tried to talk to the others about it, but they see her during the day and say she is fine, but she isn't fine when the sun goes down." The other man said in a quiet tone as if he was unsure how Logan would react to the information. "She has always had them fool." Was Logan's response before he entered the room and shut the door.
After his slightly overheated shower and a small search for his soap and shampoo in amidst of the various empty bottles she had scattered about his shower. He crawled into to his bed for some sleep in his own bed. As he pulled down his top blanket her scent burned through his airways it was much more Marie than he had ever smelled and the animal rage that shot through him placed the scent as her arousal. He growled and stepped back searching for any other scent than hers. When he didn't find any he calmed down a little bit, but the images of sweet little innocent sassy Marie in his bed pleasuring herself caused arousal to shoot through him with a fierce wave of need. His erection pressed against blankets that had held her just hours earlier. He pleasured himself at the thought of her wanting him as much as he had always wanted her.
He was awoken far too early in the morning for his tastes when someone crawled on top of his bed pulling their own set of blankets with them. He inhaled deeply recognizing the only person daring enough to enter his room, Marie. Her scent was mixed with sleep and fear. She curled up against him and quietly moaned his name as her blankets were brushed off in favor of her hand reaching beneath her pajama bottoms. Her arousal quickly replaced the smell of fear in his nose and he groaned as she found her pleasure while still sleeping. How anyone could sleep through what she was doing to herself was beyond him. His arousal had responded to her as soon as she had entered the room. Even the animal had quivered with excitement at her entrance demanding he claim her.
"Logan….yes…please" her siren voice called to him as he gripped himself and gasped her name he froze wondering if he wanted her to wake up or to stay asleep. Her hands continued their ministrations on her body. Her free hand moved along her body grazing the silky things she called pajamas before finding her breast and began firmly massaging it and gasping his name. He watched her as she brought herself over the cliff as she moaned his name and when she finally let go he was helpless to do anything, but follow.
As he was coming down from the high she had searched for the blankets she had scorned earlier. She snuggled right up against him using his sheet covered chest for her pillow. "Love you" her small almost child-like voice caressed his ear as he fell asleep hoping she wouldn't freak come morning.
A/N: This is my first post on this site. I am not sure where to take the story from here.