Hi, everyone! I'm posting this one along with the first chapter because it's just so pitifully short, so just go ahead and pretend it's part of chapter one. Yup. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the quick glimpse into Logan's mind after the first interlude with Marie.

Per usual, I own nothing, just my computer and my plot and a couple pieces of overpriced, colorful silicone :)

Chapter 2

Logan lay on the floor after she'd gone, listening to her boots clicking on cement, then wood flooring. Finally, even his enhanced hearing couldn't detect her footsteps over the distance and the music and the sound of a hundred children changing classrooms. He had the presence of mind to slide back under the car in case anyone came wandering into the garage; he didn't want traumatize any unwary teenager with a set of claws or a massive hard-on. Back under the shelter of the car, he thumped his head onto the cement several times, welcoming the throbbing that bloomed for a few minutes as a distraction from the heavy throbbing located farther south.

When his healing factor kicked in and healed the minor concussion, he snicked his claws in and out a few times, letting the pain anchor him to the moment. If he got distracted enough, maybe his factor would play nice and let this damn erection subside. Time passed and there seemed to be no help for it. Too many images of Marie above him, her chestnut hair hanging around her breasts…

The Rogue, wild under him, his hand at her throat, her eyes shining with hunger.

Logan let out a groan at that one and opened his fly with a reluctant sigh. His last clear thought before he wrapped a hand around the frustrating erection and let the Wolverine out was that no virgin should be so fucking happy to have his hand around her throat and his teeth on her skin.

His wild girl didn't know who, or what, she was playing with, but damn, he couldn't wait to show her.