Title: Lucky Pants
Author: Dancing Raven
Rating: NC 17+ / M
Couple: Logan and Marie
Summary: WEEK THREE CHALLENGE: #537 - Scene - The male of your 'Couple' is found in a women's underwear store and has to explain WHY to the other of the 'Couple'.
(P.S. if you're wondering where I'm getting these challenges, hop on over to .com ; Princess Destiny is the one currently challenging me with these haha)

Comments: Ok! So I am bad at updating these on time I've discovered. SOOO I actually wrote 2 chapters and am only giving you 1 this week~ Before I hear complaints! (Waves frantically) It's so I can give you the next chapter while I write more. I don't want to leave you hanging again. I know it sucks.

P.S. thank you all for the reviews! I did a lil victory dance when I got over 10 for this fanfic~ Kinda made my day, so thank you everyone! It really helps motivate me when people say how much they enjoyed it.

Warning: There's nothing bad in this chapter (besides language) BUT there will be sex and language in future chapters. You have been warned! Don't get attached and then feel horrible when it gets sexy in here. *fans self*

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters!

Chapter 3

"Fuck!"

Rogue dove behind more rubble as shots barely missed her head. This was getting ridiculous. She did not sign up for this simulation when planning for her seduction. He was SUPPOSED to just be blowing off steam. Not trying to eradicate the Sentinels permanently…well…figuratively anyway. She sighed and rubbed dust out of her eyes.

Marie was usually the sneak attack type of X-man. She could do hand to hand, in fact she could throw down with the best of them due to Wolverine's training. When it came to the Sentinels though, it really helped to have some sort of projectile mutation or hell, she smiled wryly, in Logan's case, make yourself the projectile.

Her eyes jerked up as an idea struck her. "Stupid stupid!" She face palmed and froze as she heard the sentinel stomp loudly closer.

She had been training with Xavier recently to try and utilize what she absorbed. In the case of humans, they worked on focusing for memories and pertinent information. In the case of mutants…..their mutation.

Marie smirked.

She closed her eyes and searched, not far, for her favorite personality. Wolverine was the person she absorbed the most. Her smile turned sweet as she thought of all the times she had gotten injured and Logan would come to her rescue just by cradling her and gently maintaining that deadly skin to skin contact on her body.

She shook her head and worked to block out the noise around her.

In her mind she opened the door she 'made' to hold the different personalities inside her head and walked into Logan's cell. Glowing eyes stared at her from across the room. He was sitting in a corner in those damn edible jeans and…well….no shirt. He raised an eyebrow her way as she stared.

Her mind dammit! She could stare as she wanted. She stuck her tongue out childishly at shadow Logan and he growled in response. She growled right back and his mouth twitched into a smile.

He seemed gruffer in her mind, always a little more playful but in an animal kind of way. Marie always wondered that since his mutation was so primitive, did she absorb a rougher side of the Wolverine? She approached slowly as glowing eyes tracked her movements.

"Hey fuzzy man." Logan would kill her if she ever said that too his face. Sure enough, shadow Logan snarled. She smiled to herself, moving forward slowly and finally sat about a foot away from the delectable shadow. Marie had to make this conversation quick. Half her focus was still split with the danger room and the sound of footsteps was getting closer.

She looked up and held his gaze. "I need your help." She made sure to sound calm and even when discussing with him. We didn't want to provoke any surprises. Almost as if he heard her, slight shifting caught her eye.

She could only describe his next movement as uncoiling. He slowly moved from his sitting position and crawled on hands and knees towards her. Very much like a predator, like one of those big cats you see on the discovery channel. Marie swallowed as flashes of Lions taking out gazelles flashed through her mind.

Weird. She was scared AND turned on at the same time. She refocused on the scantily clad man in front of her and her breath caught as he stopped inches from her face.

"Never need to ask kid." Shadow Wolverine's breath feathered over her lips and she closed her eyes to savor the sensation. How messed up was it to flirt with your own mind?

Opening her eyes again, she slowly pulled off a glove (surprising enough that her internal self was wearing them) and raised it too his face. He raised an eyebrow her way in question, pulling his head away from the hand slightly.

Marie cleared her throat "I need to touch you to access your mutation." He smirked, inhaling deep and purred. She frowned, not really the reaction she was expec—

Wolverine grabbed her hand, pulled, and crushed her lips onto his as she sprawled in his lap from his forceful tug. Oh …well then….. Her eyelids drifted closed. As she went to melt further into his kiss she was abruptly disengaged and set away from him. Her eyes jerked up to his in confusion.

"Never ask kid, " he smirked and slowly backed into the corner of the room he came from, "if you want it," He merged with the shadows in the cell till only his glowing eyes watched her, "take me." His form disappeared into the darkness of the room and she sighed at the loss. If she hadn't been staring so intently, she would have missed he was ever there at all.

Feeling suddenly bereft, she quickly exited the cell and booked it to the door out of her 'personalities' cell block. She slammed the door behind her and took a moment to regroup, sliding down the door's length.

God. She struggled to get her heart beat back to normal. See what she had to deal with?

She slowly stood back up and focused her mind on the danger room. Game time.

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People say your brain processes much faster than how time moves in the real world, and it's true. While a whole situation had transpired in her head, only a minute or two had occurred in the danger room. This was great when having sessions with the Professor. They always made such progress with her mutation in little time. The downside? It's was draining, mentally and emotionally.

Her eyes snapped open and she started running before her mind had fully processed the transition. That was the glory of muscle memory. The floor under her was vibrating from footsteps and her body's natural flight instinct kicked in. Basically saying, "Nothing good. Must run…now!"

She ducked under a lamp post and froze as a car flew over her head. Things were getting way too close for comfort. She dove to the right hoping the billowing smoke where Logan disappeared would cloak her from sight. At least for a little bit.

She didn't slow down. Marie kept running at full tilt till she felt comfortable with the distance she had put between herself and her target. Closing her eyes again she concentrated. She focused on her skin and how it had felt touching Logan's. The professor and herself found that if she focused on the pull she received from a touch; her mind would filter in the memories and/or mutation from the stored personality in her head and it would wash over her in a wave.

In this case, the kiss came rushing back into her mind and her body exploded with heat. Her hair grew longer, nails grew sharper, and she felt her canine teeth lengthen and sharpen the tiniest bit. Her hearing became acute and she had to freeze a little as her brain adjusted the new sounds and sharpening of her senses. She inhaled deeply taking in the scents around her. Logan

She moved towards the distinctive smell of Wolverine. Sweat, sandlewood, a mouthwatering salty tang, and…..blood? She sped up her steps. Her body now moving like a well-oiled machine. Stalking. Her brain was taken over by instinct and it felt…..alive. In the back of her head, Rogue snorted at this modified version of her. No wonder Logan was so smug all the time. She felt indestructible (not far from the truth) with this mutation. It was a hell of a high.

Being barely able to see in front of her would usually make a person's movements stutter or at least slow. Not with Wolvie Marie. Every movement was sure of its trajectory, its goal. She paused as the blood smell became stronger and slowly lowered herself to the ground. She didn't want to kick a man while he was down.

She slowly moved her hands across the floor till she found skin.

"Logan?" her hands tightened around a…hand?

"Logan?" she slowly moved forward till she found his face and gasped as she felt bones knitting back together beneath his skin.

"Oh Sugar…" She slowly lifted his head into her lap and gently brushed his crazy hair from his face. She smiled wryly as it kept jumping back into place, despite her effort. He always had to be the stubborn one.

The floor beneath her began to vibrate and her head jerked up with a snarl. She gently put Logan's head back on the floor and gained her footing. The animal inside her was furious. How DARE something injure her mate? She growled deep in her throat and smiled, baring her canines. Someone would pay for this.

She darted out of the smoke making sure to circle around her opponent. She kept low to the ground and made no sound as she sprinted over the piles of debris. This was her fight, her revenge. As she stalked closer, she called deeper on Logan's mutation. Her nails lengthened and became sharp as nails. Her hearing picked up the slightest sound and something smelled…..heavenly?

Her body froze as an overwhelming urge to rub herself again Wolverine over took her. Her mouth watered and her body heated in awareness. What the hell was this? She quickly backed away from the sentinel and tried to get her bearings. Her body wasn't listening though as it moved back around to where Logan was located of its own free will.

As she got closer the tantalizing smell overflowed her system. Her muscles became loose and her brain clouded. She wanted nothing more than to curl up next to him and…purr? Rubbing her body over his seemed like the best idea in the world. Even the thought of it made her shiver. Next thing she knew she was lying next to him, making sure every part of her body touched his. Her body pooling over his, clinging to every inch of skin she could reach.

This felt SO good. Fuzzy brained and feeling a wonderful high, Marie started rubbing her face on Logan chest. He smelled so good… she wanted that smell on her. She listened as he breathed in and out, subconsciously realizing his breathing was back to normal. If she hadn't been so out of it, that would have sent warning bells going off. Didn't matter. She was too happy, too hot, too clothed. She frowned slightly and shrugged. She was content for now.

She trailed her hands over his chest, dipping them to his sides and then drifting them back up to his face. Everywhere her bare hands touched his skin was electric. Sparks were sent through her body and her hips would reflexively rub against his form, creating a delicious friction. She moaned and nuzzled her head from his chest to part of his neck that met the shoulder.

She inhaled deeply and a warm blanket of content-ness over took her. This. This here. Was perfect. She sighed deeply, blocking out any outside noise. Her hands continued to trail over Logan's body. She was curious if he knew it was her touching him in his subconscious. Usually he was so grumpy and growly if people got near him. Even in his sleep.

He wasn't making a noise currently. Just breathing deeply. She supposed it could be due to his near death experience. Comforting, she thought, smiling wryly. Even more curious now about the man next to her, she looked at his body curiously. He was strong, that was evident by the muscles beneath his white shirt. The animal part in her liked this assessment, he could protect her well. Which he had more than proved on multiple occasions. She glanced briefly at her hand, nodding her head she used her new nails to make quick work of his shirt.

She purred. All this bare skin for her to explore, she parted the now ripped shirt wide. She took in her prize, her eyes caressing every exposed inch of man beneath her. And he wasn't even awake to interfere! She glanced quickly up at his face but still there was no movement. Being sure not to injure him with her recent claws, she slowly trailed her fingers through the hair on his chest. She shuddered at the sensation and closing her eyes, rubbed her face against his bare chest.

This was starting to become a bad habit.

Her body was all tingly and felt wonderful. She was missing something though. She wanted – no- needed to be touched. She wanted to feel his hands on her. Stroking her, caressing her, pinning her down, she moaned again. The thought of Logan over her, growling and fierce, turned her on like nothing else and the animal inside her growled in agreement. He would have to catch her first. Prove himself. Her eyes popped open as her panties flooded with arousal at the thought.

Logan was pretty sure he was a masochist. It was the only explanation he had for not letting it be known he was awake the minute Marie draped herself on him. He had been curious though. What would she do? How brave was his little Marie without anyone watching. And damn, had she delivered.

The first rub of her body against his had caused an immediate tent downstairs. Not that the guy downstairs needed much motivation when it came to his Marie. She got in vicinity and he popped that tent to take a peek at what was going on. Greedy motherfucker. When her hips had pushed down on his, it had taken herculean effort not to take her right there, much less thrust back in response but he didn't want to ruin her exploration. The longer her hands trailed over him, the harder it was to stay quiet and the harder he got. The woman had NO idea what she was doing to him. Literally.

All she had to do was travel a little more south….. He held back a groan as she nuzzled his neck. God her hair smelled good. Fucking pussy thought Wolverine, he berated himself in his head. Calm, collected, innocent, that's where his thoughts needed to stay. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep still for long. Her body was getting more and more antsy on top of him and his mind was slowly drifting to animal territory. Fuzzing with images of the curious girl beneath him, screaming his name, begging for –

He shook himself mentally. The animal inside him was pushing at the reins, and control was needed in this situation. For all her bravery currently he knew she was still pretty innocent. In need of his patience and gentle regard. Which is not what his animal had in mind…..

He started breathing deeply to try and bring his body under control. He felt the animal fade back a bit and breathed in deeper as he felt Rogue's body move slightly off his form. He almost growled at the slight loss. He liked her against him, she was meant to be next to him.

His thoughts froze. Meant? Meant? SHIT SHIT.

Suddenly Logan remembered what was going on. This wasn't his usual Marie. As Jean had warned him, she was reacting to the pheromones he was giving off. She didn't know what she was doing. He groaned mentally, and now he'd put himself in this lovely situation.

Masochist.

He was going to have to tell her what was going on. The animal inside of him growled. Shut it. He growled back. He had to do the right thing. His heart sank. Even if it killed him. Which it just might. Sighing deeply, he inhaled opening his mouth –

Marie ripped off his shirt.

And he snapped it shut, his body jerking in painful arousal. That was a hell of a turn on. Her hand caressed over him and he struggled to keep sane as bare hands groped his chest. She nuzzled closer and his dick flexed in envy, as her lips brushed against him. He could find a much better place for her attention. He was struggling to be a gentleman here. Isn't that what he was supposed to do?

He tried breathing in deeply and choked on a growl as his nostrils filled with Marie's arousal. Fuck….. He got points for trying, right?

Before he could think, his animal took over and he had Rogue flipped and pinned beneath him. A slight squeak registered followed by a deep moan. His body tightened in answer. He looked down at the object of his torture, drinking in every feature. Her flushed face, fast breathing, messy hair, and pushed down as her hips tried angling up.

The animal inside him growled in approval at the sight. She was his. He growled again as he settled all of his body weight gently against hers. Enough to pin, but not enough to crush with his adamantium skeleton. He caged her in with his arms, leaning in close and growling in her face. He did try to say something pretty, sweet even…. But the animal was too close, too in control. It needed to prove dominance over its female.

She didn't seem to mind as her eyes jerked up to meet his and her lip lifted in a snarl back. And wasn't that just hot as hell. Especially when he got a peek of a little canine sticking out. He shivered as he pictured her teeth latched onto his neck as he mounted her. His hips thrust forward of their own accord, scooting her body slightly across the floor with the force.

Marie groaned, her hands latching onto his biceps to stable herself, nails digging in. Logan moaned in response at the sensation of pleasure mixed with the minor pain. God, she was a spit fire. His animal howled at the challenge she presented. The need to have her submit and mate was strong. His hormones were in overdrive and even as he leaned closer into her body, he strived to be gentle.

He kept his eyes open as his lips descended and his eyebrows lowered in confusion as Marie smiled slyly up at him. He didn't like that look…..

His lips were a breath away from hers when he started flying through the air…..again…. Only this time, she had launched him, not the sentinel.

He was getting way to old for this shit.

Wait… His mind jerked back to where they were actually located and he quickly rattled off his ID number for the danger room out loud, finishing with, "End Simulation". All mid air –thankyouveryfucking much. And who said the Wolverine couldn't multi-task? His thoughts came to a halt as he landed hard on his ass and slid across the floor.

As he sat up the room faded back to its normal metal walls and doors. Sentinel and debris disappearing like it was never there. He dusted himself off and slowly came to his feet searching and eyes connecting with the woman across the room. "Darlin', you play a lot rougher than I remember." His voice echoed through the now emptied room and his eyebrows kicked up as he noticed something he somehow missed before.

Was Marie's hair longer? His eyes drifted over her form and … were her nails longer? He raised an eyebrow directed her way in confusion. What the hell was going on here? "Marie?" She still hadn't responded to him and that worried him a bit. He stalked forward.

She moved back a few steps.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back-

"Dammit Kid! What the hell is going on?" He growled in frustration. He saw her snarl back at him and ….just in case he forgot where the chips were in this situation….his dick flexed in response. Right….. for some reason he liked that snarl.

"Kid-"

A growl echoed throughout the room and Logan had only a few seconds to dodge as Marie lunged at him. He jumped to the side and she rolled, ending up lightly on her feet facing him.

He flew forward this time, throwing his weight into it. He didn't start this dance but he sure as hell was going to finish it.

His goal was to knock her off her feet but she was having none of it. She fought and clawed leaving marks that quickly healed due to his mutation. Struggling to subdue this crazy Rogue he ended up with her pinned to one of the walls and suddenly she went limp. Her hair shadowing her face from view.

"Marie?" He reached a hand forward to brush the hair from her face, still holding her body in place with his other arm.

"Logan?" Rogue slowly lifted her head and stared intently at Wolverine.

"Ki-"

"NO!" She jerked into the wall and quickly shaking her head from side to side. "Don't say that."

"Don't say what? Ki-"

Marie growled and pushed him strongly off her, knocking his form only an inch or two from her body. That's what happens when your body was coated in metal. No body could move you…well..usually…

"Don't say that word." Marie spat out in agitation. She poked her finger forcefully into his chest, getting closer till she was in Wolverine's face. "You think to demean us? CHALLENGE US? With that word?" She forcefully started shoving Logan's shoulders.

Logan was shocked. What word? Kid? He'd always called her kid. Sure, he did it to help him put distance in his mind. He never realized it affected her so much. He never thought to challenge h- wait did she say us? Wolverine narrowed his eyes at the brunette as she continued to knock him forward. Acting before he could think, he quickly distended a claw and lightly scratched Rogue's arm.

She grunted and backed off quickly. Cradling her arm to her chest she looked at him in surprise. But just as he had thought-

She healed immediately.

"Mind telling me why you have my mutation…." He waited till she opened her mouth to add, "….kid?"

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..To be continued…..

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