A/N: Just realized that I don't own Marvel Comics or any of that jazz. All this time, I've been living in a fantasy world. Darn. Anyway, hope you guys are enjoying Memorial Day!
Logan had just gotten back to his room when he realized that he lost his cigar. That was his last one. "Damn-it," He muttered. Instead of opening the door to his room, he retraced his steps back to the kitchen. His eyes scanned the floor and his nose was in overdrive trying to smell a faint scent of his cigar.
With his eyes cast downward and his senses fully concentrated on finding his beloved cigar, he didn't realize that he was headed straight for a bare-chested male until he barreled into him. He looked up, astonished. It was Scooter. He growled.
"Hey, calm down, lover boy. It was your fault."
Logan felt his claws twitch. "Were you daydreaming or did you just not see me?"
"You were the one with your head down." Scott made to walk past Logan but he grabbed his arm.
"What are you doing up this late anyway?"
"I needed some grub, is that okay with you?" Scott jerked his arm away from Logan. "What are you doing roaming the halls?"
"I dropped my cigar. It was my last one," He grunted. He began to walk away, not wanting to waste another minute on Cyclops.
"Try the kitchen. I thought I saw one on the counter." And with that, Scott walked around the corner and out of sight.
Logan took Scott's advice and headed straight for the kitchen. He was surprised to see Marie standing near the table, in a daze. He stopped his quest and stared at her. He wanted to say something, but was at a loss for words.
Logan walked over to the counter he was sitting on earlier and found his beautiful cigar. He felt Marie's eyes on him. She must have finally realized his presence and woke from her reverie.
Marie quickly gathered her bowl and placed it into the sink. She then made way for the door. She needed to escape from the domineering company of Logan.
Logan called her name as she stepped onto the threshold. "Marie." His voice was almost inaudible, but she heard him.
She stopped and kept her eyes glued to the floor. "Yes?" Her voice was a whisper.
"Are you alright?" He was concerned because of her behavior.
"What does it matter to you, anyway?" She looked up and into his eyes. He saw anger and hatred.
He couldn't muster the courage to speak to her. He felt lost under her powerful gaze.
"Cat got your tongue?" Her words dripped with resentment.
"Marie- I- Please don't leave." He felt extremely pitiful for begging, but he didn't want her to leave without this being settled.
"You made it perfectly clear how you felt this afternoon. Don't act like you need me now."
"But, I do need you." Who was this man that was pleading with the woman he loved. Wolverine doesn't beg. But, like he said before, she was his weakness.
Marie's eyes softened a bit before they hardened once more. "Do you expect me to just forget what you said to me? That I was an immature little girl for doing something that most mutants can't even think of? News flash, what I did was not only for you, Logan, it was for me. I went my whole life not being able to touch the one's I love. Now I can, and I have never made a better choice. The decision I made was one of the most mature things that I have ever done or even dreamed of doing!" Marie was fuming. "How dare you insult me and what I did?"
"I'm sorry, Marie. I only said it because I was afraid." Logan had lost the battle of staying tough. He couldn't compete anymore. The woman he loved, the woman before him, was angry and hated him and he could not live with that.
"So, what you're not afraid anymore? Do you want me to just forgive you and surrender myself to you? I'm not a twit, Logan. I need time."
"I understand. I just wanted to tell you that I truly am sorry." He stepped closer to her. He didn't know if she would back away or hit him. But he was relieved when she remained stationary. "I love you, Marie. I always have. I gave up fighting and accepted it. I'm not afraid anymore. Seeing you so upset with me made me cave. You are my weakness. You are my only weakness. That's why I got so angry over hearing you say those things to me." Logan grabbed her hand. He was sure she would pull away.
Marie was rooted to the spot. Her heart screamed as Logan spoke those words that she longed to hear. She wanted to kiss him. But how could she? She remembered her kiss with Scott but an hour ago. Her stomach dropped. She had kissed Scott and liked it. What did that mean? Was she really attracted to Scott or did she just like the idea of kissing him. There was only one way to find out.
She leaned forward and kissed Logan. She became jell-o in his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her cheek with the other. It was nothing like the petty kiss she shared with Scott. She lost herself in Logan. It was so passionate.
Logan kissed her harder. He had never experienced anything like this in his lifetime, or what he could remember. It felt so right. He poured his heart into that kiss. He wanted to convince Marie that he meant what he said with his lips and tongue. By the sounds Marie was making and the smell she was emitting, he believed he had done the job.
They broke for air. Their lips were swollen and they were out of breath. Both of their minds were in a fog and their eyes were glazed over. They looked each other in the eyes. They smiled at one another.
Reluctantly, Marie broke away from their embrace. "I'm tired. I have a bed that needs to be slept in."
Logan nodded. He was disappointed, yet overwhelmed with happiness.
She turned her back to him and began to walk out of the kitchen. "Marie," Logan called.
She turned around and looked at him. "I love you." His voice was deep and drizzled in desire.
"I love you too, Logan." She smiled and walked around the corner, in direction of her room.
Logan picked up his cigar and headed for the terrace. As he walked towards the back door of the mansion, a realization dawned on him: Scott and Marie had been in the kitchen together. That's what Scott was doing up this late. Logan recalled bumping into Scott and seeing a dazed Marie in the kitchen. Logan wondered what the conversation was that put Marie in such a state. He would have to question her tomorrow. He would also have to remember to do something about that birthday he missed. But for now, he had a cigar to smoke and the love of his life to think about. That, unfortunately, would lead to a cold shower later on.
A/N: I know, I know, it's short. But I felt that writing anything else should be in another chapter. Sorry. Again, thanks to my readers and reviewers. Hope you like it. P.S. Logan is sexy as hell. But, if you are reading this, chances are you feel the same way.
