Summary: I have read a bunch of great stories involving Logan taking off after bedding Marie for the first time, then coming back to find out they have a kid together. I kind of felt like most of those stories involved her forgiving him a little bit too quickly for my liking, so here's my take on that plotbunny. Takes place after X3 and...Remy was never in Origins in this fic...so keep that in mind.

Rating: NC-17/M

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Pairing: Rogan and Romy

Thoughts are italicized.

Chapter 1

"Didn't your parents ever tell ya that it's rude to stare, kid?" Logan groaned as he shifted uncomfortably on the arm chair.

Marie was sitting on his bed just next to him, staring at him when they were supposed to be watching the hockey game together. He hated the actual staring, but he loved the reason behind it...although he could never let her in on that dirty little secret. Marie had been the object of his sexual fantasies since they met and she was just an impressionable kid.

Since then, she had blossomed into a sexy, confident, spunky little southern spitfire.

She was his southern spitfire. His to protect. His to care for. His to watch sports with. His to frequently take for rides on his bike...but never his to have sex with.

He wanted her in that way more than he could admit, but a creature like him could possibly destroy a girl like her.

Lately, his little southern spitfire was getting harder and harder to resist. He kept catching her staring.

It wasn't just a regular, lost in space stare. It was a "come hither", undressing him with her eyes kind of stare.

Marie rolled her eyes, "I wasn't staring."

Logan crossed his arms and spoke without taking his eyes off the television, "Then stop not staring."

"I was just wondering if you've ever been without these..." she scooted to the edge of the bed, leaned over and brushed over his muttonchops with an uncovered hand, which nearly made him shudder.

She'd gotten her powers under control, and although she had only touched Logan's bare skin a couple of times since then, he could swear she had the softest, most supple flesh in the world.

Logan grumbled, "Yea, I'm sure I was without 'em...before I hit puberty."

Marie rolled her eyes and stood, stretching her arms above her head. Logan had to will his eyes to stay off of her body. She was wearing gym shorts, a tank top and not much else.

Damn her and her touchable skin.

She had spent her formidable years covered from head to toe and now she was making up for lost time...unfortunately for the sexually repressed Wolverine.

"Down boy" he thought as she stretched her lean body out. She turned back to him just in time to miss his eyes traveling over her ass and exposed thighs, "Want somethin' to drink hon? Headin' to the kitchen."

Logan cleared his throat, "Yea...a Molson's."

"Can I have one?"

Logan shot her a look, "Isn't that illegal?"

She glared and crossed her arms, "Lookit here, ole man...I turned 21 four months ago. I'm perfectly legal."

"Yea you fuckin' are", he thought as he eyed her breasts.

She followed his gaze to her chest and blushed. She'd neglected to wear a bra on purpose, but she had no idea she would catch him openly drooling over her.

She gave her chest a little jiggle and smirked, "See somethin' you like?"

He shook his head and looked away, "Quit it, kid."

She sauntered over to him, feeling slightly emboldened. Marie stood directly in front of the television and began playing with the hemline of her tank top, slowly lifting it up around her midsection, "Wanna better look, sugah?"

Logan's jaw clenched as his eyes struggled to remain on the floor...but where she currently stood prevented him from looking anywhere but at her legs. His breathing quickened as he felt the adrenaline pump harder through his veins. Wolverine was trying to break through.

"Careful, kid."

She raised the shirt a little higher, "Or what? You'll spank me?"

Among other things...

She stepped closer and pushed his knees apart with her leg before she pulled the tank top off completely and tossed it away.

Logan wasn't looking up at her. He was still trying to keep his eyes to the floor when he saw her tank top lightly land on the floor behind her. He hesitantly looked up and saw the 8th and 9th wonders of the world staring at him in all their perky, milky white glory. His mouth almost immediately began to water at the thought of sucking on those pert, pink nipples that stood mere inches from him.

"Fuck Marie..."

His chest began heaving and he was baring his teeth. He needed to get the Wolverine under control before something happened...

Logan stood quickly, causing her to take a small step back. His trembling hands brushed over the soft bare skin of her waist. Wolverine was winning. The smell of her skin, the glow of her breasts...it was all too much. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on remaining human and keeping his feral side at bay, but the words she spoke stirred the animal within.

She pressed herself against him, "Logan...I want you. It's ok...I trust you."

When he reopened his eyes, they were darker. He mumbled in a gravelly tone, "You shouldn't."

The Wolverine had won. The poor girl had no idea what she was getting into. She didn't know that his feral side didn't just come out when he was fighting...

With that, he grabbed her arms and threw her onto the bed. He stared at her as he ripped off his shirt and yanked open his pants. She was panting when he crawled up the bed after her and yanked off her shorts.

Marie bit her lip and trembled in anticipation as he licked his way up her body, biting and groping along the way. When he reached her breasts, he attached his mouth to her nipple and began sucking, almost as if he were feeding from her.

The sensation was unbelievable. She arched her back and ran her hands through his hair, gripping his face to her bosom as she whispered, "Oh Logan..."

He growled against her breast and licked his way up to her neck. She expected him to kiss her, but he just reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance. She pushed against him a little, "Logan...I'm not on anything. We need to use a condom."

He just growled again and thrust forward, burying himself inside of her to the hilt.

Marie cried out and scratched at his skin. It was the most intense mix of pain and pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. She cried out his name in surprise and desperation, "Logan!"

He began fucking her wildly with deep, powerful strokes as she continued to murmur protests about the nonexistent condom. As pain gave way to pleasure, she stopped caring about their lack of protection and figured he would simply pull out.

Logan grabbed her leg and hooked his arm under her knee, bringing it parallel to her face as he deepened his thrusts. He never said anything, he just grunted and growled as he fucked her.

Eventually, he got impatient with their position and pulled out, yanking her over and forcefully positioning her on her hands and knees.

He quickly pushed back in and moaned as he gathered her hair in his hand as he began roughly pumping into her from behind. He used her hair as an anchor as he thrust in and out, making her body violently jerk at each thrust. He yanked her hair back and forced her to sit up on her knees as his pace became more frenzied and rough.

He gripped her breast tightly and bit into her neck, almost drawing blood at the forcefulness. The painful pleasure sent her over the edge as she cried out his name.

Logan roared and threw them both forward onto the bed as he came deep within her.

She panted and whispered his name as her vision grew cloudy. Marie was asleep within moments...having virtually blacked out.

Logan woke up with a start and looked at Marie as she slept next to him. He lifted up the sheet and surveyed her "injuries". He noted the bruises on her breast, back and waist and the prominent bite mark on her neck, "Shit..."

He knew what he was doing when he did it, but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stop long enough to take control and keep from hurting her.

An overwhelming sense of guilt washed over him as he traced a finger over the bruising on her waist. Logan got out of bed and began silently moving around the room to get dressed. He tossed some things into a bag and headed for the door, but was stopped by her small voice, "Logan?"

He stopped and slowly turned around to look at her. She was gorgeous. Marie sat up, clutching the sheet against her breasts as her salt and pepper hair hung wildly hung around her face.

She looked freshly fucked and completely perfect because of it.

Her voice trembled slightly, "Where are you goin'? Did I do somethin' wrong?"

Logan looked down, then shook his head, "No kid...It was me...it was all me."

She followed his eyes to the bruises that peeked out of the sheet above her breast then shook her head, "I wanted everything that happened...didn't you?"

"More than you know..."

She scooted to the edge of the bed and wrapped the sheet around her body before she stood, "Then why are you leavin'?"

"It wasn't all me, kid. I let him take over and he hurt you. I'm not strong enough to keep him at bay when you're around."

"Logan, look at me...I'm fine. Don't go...please. I need you here."

He stared into her eyes for a moment and shook his head. He felt ashamed for what he had done. He had completely ruined the dynamic of their relationship and he didn't know what to do, so he responded to his first instinct...run. Logan didn't think he could handle a relationship or any level of commitment with her and he wasn't man enough to say so.

Marie stared at him with pleading eyes as her heart raced. He couldn't leave. He was the only family she had left.

She didn't want to beg, but she made one last ditch effort to stop him, "Don't...please stay with me."

Logan quickly kissed her head, "You'll be ok, kid."

And that was it. He turned and walked out of the door, leaving her to crumble to the floor in a blubbering heap of tears. Her hand subconsciously went to the mark on her neck as the tears fell.

In a few weeks, she would realize that he had marked her in more ways than one.

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