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A/N: Continuing thanks to all reviewers. This is the final installment it this story, hopefully short and sweet. Please review, its the only thing that can fill my pathetic life with joy!

Chapter 3

The feel of his rough lips on hers was better than she ever could have imagined, and god knows she had imagined it once or twice. His kiss was possessive, protective, and claiming. It was everything the Wolverine was. She could imagine that she also felt his love.

When he realized what he was doing he pulled back. Okay, what was he going to do now? How was he going to get out of this? Think, think. But he couldn't think. He couldn't get his mind off of her lips against his, and he didn't want to.

She kissed him back. She could see that he was pulling away, and she couldn't let it end. She needed to pretend, even for just a little while longer. So she kissed him back and he couldn't resist her. Hell, he didn't even try.

He responded by crushing into her. She pushed up his shirt and ran her fingers along his abs. He drank in the scent of her hair and his fingers began to work their was down the buttons of her blouse. At the feeling of his hands against her breasts, she groaned into his ear. She could feel how hard he was against her.

As he started with the zipper on her jeans she realized where they were, and she pushed him away. Their was a wild look in his eyes, and for a moment she thought that he would take her, there and then. She wasn't sure how hard she'd try to resist. But then he backed away.

"Marie," he whispered, voice strained with wanting and regret, "I'm...I'm sorry."

Sorry for what? Did he regret what they had done? She didn't know it she could take it if he did.

She looked like she was going to cry again. It would kill him if she cried. He didn't understand what he felt but he knew that he couldn't lose her. Maybe he wasn't good enough, but he had to believe that it would all work out because he couldn't let her go. For her, and only for her, he could imagine being tied down.

If she left now he knew he couldn't go after her again, so he had to stop her from leaving.

"I lied." he said. She looked at him, questioning. He could see his meaning dawning in her eyes.

She swallowed, glanced downward, then hesitantly looked a him again. Their was so much fear in her gaze, but their was hope behind it.

"Do you love me Logan?" she asked again. He half nodded, half grunted. It was as much as he could manage, but she understood. For her it was enough.

THE END