Brace yourself for smut and equal parts character development. I'm trying to introduce you guys (and Rogue) to Logan's possessive side...slowly. So bear with me peeps! Thanks so much for the reviews. Please keep 'em comin'!

He felt Rogue body roll into his body in his sleep and panicked, jumping up to check her for puncture wounds and scratches.

"Whoa! What the hell Logan!" she said as she jerked awake.

He breathed out when he realized she was alright. Logan plopped down into a chair across from the bed as she rubbed sleep from her eyes, "I was afraid...I thought I'd hurt you in my sleep."

"Did ya have a nightmare?" she asked as she sat up and yawned.

He thought for a moment, "Actually...no...for the first time in a long time." She stretched as the sheet fell away from her body. One of her nipples peaked out over the sheet, immediately causing him to harden. He stood and slowly walked to her, gingerly bringing a hand up to cup her exposed breast, "Damn you're beautiful."

She could feel herself turning red as he caressed the exposed flesh. She smiled shyly and looked down, allowing her hair to fall in her face. He sat on the bed next to her, tilting her face up to look at him, "Did I hurt you last night?"

She smiled, "Quite the opposite hon...last night was amazing."

He sighed, "What we did...yea, it was definitely amazing, but it was wrong Marie. You're still so young and me...I'm a fuckin' train wreck."

Her perfect lips drooped into a pout that damn near brought Logan to his knees, "Don't gimme that look. I didn't say I was leavin'. I'm just preparing you kid. This isn't gonna be one of those 'dinner and a movie, oh-it's-our-anniversary' deals, ya got that? No one can even know about this."

She leaned into him, "I don't care about any of that hon. I just want you."

He kissed her forehead and looked at the clock, "Fuck."

She followed his eyes to the bright red numbers and sighed, "I guess I should go. When can I see you again? I mean, like this."

He smirked, "I'll come for ya kid."

And that's exactly what he planned to do...every single night.

He loved the fact that he could smell her in his room for hours after she left, but he couldn't stay holed up all day. He taught the self defense class that was dutifully attended by Rogue, being careful not to pay her any extra attention.

She purposely wore baggy sweat pants and a loose tee shirt to the class, but as far as Logan was concerned, she was naked. Everything about her was sexy. He watched her as she practiced on the punching bag, letting out little grunts and cries as she pummeled the bag with her small fists. As the class filed out, they both hung back, letting everyone walk in front of them. When Logan was sure the coast was clear, he snatched her into a nearby supply closet. She whispered urgently as he kissed her neck, "Logan...we gotta be careful hon."

He kissed her, then turned her around to face away from him as he pulled her pants down. She heard rustling behind her as he unfastened his belt and pants. She leaned over a bit and sighed lustfully as he ran a hand over her pussy. She was already wet and waiting for him.

They both had to muffle groans as he thrust inside of her from behind. She braced herself, putting her hands on the shelf in front of her as her knees grew weak.

He pumped into her forcefully as they both worked for their much needed release. He leaned over and bit her ear lobe, "I've been thinking about you all day baby."

She panted as her body jerked from his powerful thrusts, "Mmmm hon...been thinkin' bout you too."

She almost lost all strength in her legs as she came, putting a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. He grabbed her waist and buried himself within her, cumming as he whispered breathlessly, "Shit...shit...holy shit.."

Their bodies shook as their orgasms subsided, leaving them both drained. They snuck out of the closet one by one with stupid grins on their faces.

After dinner, he leaned against the door frame of the game room and watched as she played foosball with Warren and some of her classmates. He closed his eyes and hung his head, wishing he could walk over to her and kiss her on the lips in front of everyone to show them who she belonged to. He hated the way Ice Prick and the other boys leered at her. Although he couldn't blame them, he sure as hell could disapprove. He especially didn't like the way that angel guy looked at her.

Logan had to remind himself that Rogue was a polite girl and smiling at others was in her nature...but constantly socializing with a guy who was so obviously interested in her? Not acceptable.

He uncrossed his arms and walked a ways into the room, "Hey kid...got a minute?"

She looked up and nodded. He resisted baring his claws as he caught Warren checking out Marie's ass as she walked away.

He took her to his room, "I don't like the way that pretty boy looks at you kid."

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What pretty boy?"

"Angel...Warren or whatever. He looks like trouble...I don't think I like you hangin' out with him."

Her mouth dropped open. Was he seriously jealous? "Logan, Warren is my friend. Are you really gonna to tell me who I can and can't hang out with?"

He walked over to her and stared into her eyes intently, "I will not let anyone take you away from me, ya hear me kid? I've lost too much already."

She placed a hand on his chest, "Logan, you gotta know that the only one I want is you. No one is gonna change that...not Bobby, not Warren...not Orlando Bloom..."

He gave her a questioning look, "Who the hell is Orlando Bloom?"

Marie let out an exasperated sigh and smiled, "Not the point Logan...I'm just sayin', no matter what...you're it, k?"

He nodded as she pulled his large frame into a hug, laying her head on his chest.