Chapter 9

Bobby heard his name the second Logan screamed, and it sent shivers down his spine. He quickly grabbed his phone off his desk. He figured he had about 30- 50 seconds before Logan could reach his room that was pretty far from the main hall.

WRONG!

Before Bobby could even complete the text to send her photo, Logan burst into the room and jumped him, ringing his neck like it was cooked spaghetti in his strong hands.

"You think it was funny? Huh?" Logan growled at him, watching the little douche bag turn blue.

Bobby quickly turned to ice through Logan's impressive grip on his neck as the cool ice started to nip at Logan's skin.

"Is that really what you wanna do? I could snap you in half, hell, anyone could break an icecube!" Logan was beyond angry as Bobby turned back to his human form, considering Logan's response.

"I'm sorry!" Bobby gasped, trying to catch any air as Logan's hands were fisted around his neck.

"Sorry? You think a simple 'I'm sorry' is gonna fix this? Fix your little twisted mind you pathetic excuse for a human being!" Logan yelled.

Bobby fought for air and was turning blue, not from the freezing this time, but Logan did not relent. Bobby's gasps became more exaggerated and sharp before Marie burst in.

"Logan, stop! You don't wanna do this!" She yelled.

"Sure I do! This little punk deserves it!" Logan snapped back, growling as Bobby clawed at Logan's hands and struggled under the pressure on his esophagus.

"He does, but you don't need more blood on your hands, if you really want to help ME, and you care for ME, you will not make my boyfriend a murderer!" Marie shouted.

Logan stopped and thought for a second before he dropped Bobby, as the little Ice Douche dropped to the ground and grabbed at his throat to take long, exasperating breaths.

"You're lucky, Bobby," Logan bit through clenched teeth, then turned back to Marie to grab her shoulders, "If he ever does anything again, I won't have a choice."

Marie just blinked and looked relieved that Logan hadn't snapped his neck or strangled Bobby to death. A part of her wanted nothing more than to see Bobby become a pile of bones and skin after Logan was done, but she knew the ramifications, and was just happy Bobby got a little taste of the wrath that is Logan Howlett.

Bobby was calming down as Marie walked over and reached out a hand to help him out.

"What the fuck?" Logan said, as he witnessed his girlfriend helping the boy who tortured her.

"It's okay, Logan, he's hurt," she smiled at Bobby and he smiled back, thankful that she was showing compassion.

"I just wanna make it worse," she said as her smiled faded and she swiftly kneed him in the groin, as hard as she could. Bobby wailed and collapsed onto the ground again.

Logan grabbed the phone that had dropped on the floor and carried it out into the hall, along with Marie who was holding onto his arm.

"Nice moves, kid," Logan chuckled.

"Yea? Well, now you know what you're up against," she smirked, "And I have a feeling THOSE aren't adamantium," she laughed and pointed to his crotch.

Logan just chuckled as she walked with him to the professor's office to use the phone inside to call Charles.

- 2 Days Later -

The professor had returned and dealt with Bobby, who was confined to his room for a month, except for class, but that still wasn't enough for Logan.

He would run Bobby ragged in the Danger Room, focusing all of his attention on the little prick, making him run double the laps of the other students and threatening him twice as much as he normally did. He couldn't harm Bobby, or he would get in trouble, but he would go just as far as he could. Nobody messed with his mate and got off easy.

Logan was coming back from the Danger Room when he spotted a note pinned to the outside of his door. He took it down questionably and read it, "Suit Off."

Logan chuckled to himself and quickly unzipped a little of his X-suit and opened the door. He then saw the most amazing sight he had yet to behold; Marie laying on her side on the bed, a six pack of Molson's sitting perfectly on the dresser, a box of Cuban cigars accompanying them, and the hockey game on TV.

"Marie, what's all this?" he smiled, waltzing into the room, taking in every ounce of bliss.

"Just a little something to thank ya for being so caring, I know it's been a little messy and weird and all, but where we are now, I am finally happy," she smiled.

Logan moved closer to the bed and sat on the edge, admiring the tight pajama shorts and tank top she had on, "You deserve it, darlin'".

Marie sat up and wasted no time in straddling Logan's lap and grabbing his mutton chops in both hands to bring his lips crashing down onto hers. Logan was surprised that she wasn't at all flustered by Bobby's earlier behaviour, but she brushed it off and took him like a champ.

Marie started to grind her pelvis into Logan's groin and moaned as she bit his lip, relishing in the feeling of his hard dick through the smooth leather material.

"Didn't I say, suit off?" Marie pulled back from the kiss and gave him a playfully stern look.

"Oh right, you did," he winked and picked her up just to deposit her back onto the bed before standing up to unzip the rest of his suit and slowly peel it off. Marie's eyes lit up, like a kid on Christmas morning, except her present was manlier, burlier and a whole lot harrier. Marie also stood and removed all of her clothing, revealing all of her creamy skin to her predator.

Once Logan was just in his boxer briefs, Marie nodded her head and smiled up at him, "That'll do," before she pushed him back down on the bed and straddled him once again, this time while Logan was laying down.

Marie ground against him, feeling his member stiffen and lengthen even more beneath her, she enjoyed the sort of sick power she had over him. Logan groaned and held her thighs tight as she continued to grind, then slowly moved his hand upwards to cup her breasts and wrap one hand around the back of her neck to bring her down for a kiss. He kissed her hard and passionately, even slipping in his tongue, which he rarely did, which told Marie that he was indeed very horny and in need of release. Logan was enjoying her little spree of control, but Marie's thoughts were very true, he had had a hard day and just needed some release, and this wasn't exactly helping, he needed to be inside her.

"Marie, can we get this over with?" he huffed, but those weren't the right words. He thought too quickly and it wasn't what he meant, he just needed her to lay down and relax, he wanted the control.

Marie's expression quickly changed, from pleased and drowsy to angry and confused. She hopped off of him as he babbled nonsense about how sorry he was and how that wasn't what he meant.

"I thought, after being so heroic and chivalrous, you would let me repay you, but if you 'just want to get it over with' then we can. Have it your way, I'm finished," she stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door. Logan stood up and walked over to the bathroom door and knocked twice.

"Marie, that's not what I meant, I love what you do to me baby, but I just need to be inside you, sometimes a man can't deal with the teasing, he just wants to get right to the best part," Logan was calmer and focused, so his words came out clear, like candy, luring Marie to come closer to the door.

"So you do wanna have sex?" Marie pouted out of Logan's view.

"Of course, if that's what you wanna do, or we could just cuddle, but if we're gonna have sex, I just need to get right to it, or I'm gonna punch a hole in the wall. It's been a frustrating, complicated and tiresome day and I just need-" but before he could finish, Marie flung the door open and tackled him onto the bed and spun them over so that she was underneath him.

"Fine then," she smiled sweetly and winked, "Take me, Wolverine."

Many grunts and growls later, Marie and Logan were lying in their bed, wrapped up in sweaty blankets, huffing and puffing until they caught their breath.

"You good, darlin'?" he asked, wrapping a protective arm around her.

"More than good," she giggled.

"I have a late class tomorrow, so I'm gonna sleep in, but if ya don't mine, could you skip your 3rd period? I got something I need to show you," he spoke softly as he began to fade into sleep.

Marie's curious mind went to work thinking of all the possible things he could have to show her, but she just smiled and closed her eyes, "Sure, baby."