A/N: I'm sorry I've abandoned Fanfic for so long...I'm finally updating this story and I WILL finish it! Dx I know you've all been wanting me to, and I don't want to disappoint anyone...so here you go! =3 Please review.

Logan continued to kiss her as if he'd die if his lips ever left hers. Emma ached so badly she wanted to fall to her knees and cry. This wasn't right…not when he didn't trust her. She pulled back having to fight against him and the destructive force of his mouth and looked into his eyes.

Their eyes locked for a long time as Logan slowly went from a state of absolute want and need-the most primitive sense of the words-to a state of complete anger. Emma didn't try to speak to him. She didn't know what to say. Angry and hurt, Logan pushed her aside and began to walk back down the beach along the shoreline.

She followed him with her eyes for a few moments before she called to him, weakly. "Logan…"

He kept walking angrily. "Whatever you're gonna say, I don't want to hear it," he growled.

"But Logan-"

"No!"

Desperate, she ran after him. When she reached him, she grabbed his shoulder. He looked at her with dark eyes, the beautiful blue color of them now as steely and sharp as razor blades.

"Logan, please…" she pled. "I…I can't go on like this. I love you. And I know you feel that you can't trust me, but I promise you that I'd give anything just to go back…No…I'd do anything right now to show you how much I care for you. I know you don't want an apology. But God knows I don't want to lose you, Logan." She pressed closer to him, her mouth so close to him that he could feel her warm breath against his neck and face. "I love you…"

Logan gritted his teeth and bit back angry remarks. He couldn't deny that he loved her…But he sure as Hell wasn't going to admit it either. He couldn't-he wouldn't. Never again. "No," he said again.

"What do I have to do to convince you?" she begged. "I'll do anything-anything at all." One of her hands rested on his chest and she ran it down to his belly and back again causing a painful heat to course through his entire body. His groin tightened at her touch.

He grabbed her hand with a growl of frustration and flung her to the side. She stumbled, but didn't fall, turning to watch him again in desperation.

"There aint' a damn thing you can do. You don't have my trust now and you never will. You screwed it up…For good. That's the last time I let a woman cheat me."

Logan couldn't stand in one spot for very long. He had to move, and he had to get away from her again. Being near her was definitely not good. Hell, it didn't really matter if he were with her or on the other side of the island. No matter what he did, it felt wrong. Completely wrong. He walked again with heavy footsteps across the hot, shimmering sand. He had no destination-he didn't care as long as he was far away from this shoreline and far away from her. He would not allow her to control him again! Her words, her eyes, her touch; all of them served to manipulate him. Well, he wasn't going to fall for her act again.

Emma's own mounting frustration was getting the better of her-overwhelming her to the point that she could no longer keep her emotions in check. Like Logan, her entire being seemed to scream at her. She wanted him. She needed him. She needed him to trust her. She would do anything to get him back-anything. Pain, loneliness, desire; they all combined to unleash a whirlwind within her. She would not let him leave her.

She braced herself, her feet spread apart, a fighter's expression molding her features into that of a warrior. She sent a psychic blast at Logan, hitting him full in the back and sending him sprawling forward with a grunt.

"What in the-?" Logan flipped over and sat up, facing her. "What the hell are you doin'?"

"This is ridiculous, Logan. You can't deny what we both feel. Why run from it?"

The burly man got to his feet to face the blond telepath who had attacked him, a low, dangerous growl escaping him. "I feel nothing for you, Frost. What I thought I felt for you was a mistake; a result of being on this God forsaken island too damn long…I don't need you, I don't want you, I feel nothing toward you except hatred. I hate you…I hate everything about you, and the sooner we get out of this place, the better I'll be."

"That's a lie. You don't hate me. I can see your true desires in your eyes. I can see your thoughts, or have you forgotten my little power to read people quite easily?"

"Think what you want, but you mean nothing to me. You never did."

"Am I to assume, then, that you say 'I love you' to any woman you happen to make love to? Come now, Logan, I thought Wolverine was heartless."

"Frost…" he warned with another low growl, this one giving off the, 'say one more word, and it'll be the last thing you ever do' connotation. "Don't test me…You're already pushin' it…"

"Am I? I do believe you told me quite a few times that you loved me. I know you do. I can see it all without reading a single thought beneath that wild, black hair of yours…"

A snarl this time. He leapt at her, knocking her to the ground just before she shifted to her diamond form. He had her trapped, her arms pinned so she couldn't touch him. She managed to get a knee up between his legs however, and when he reeled back in pain, letting go of her hands, she caught his face with her fist, sending him to one side. She quickly rolled in the other direction and stood.

Logan managed to quell the pain, and, he too, stood up to face her. "You little bitch!" he ground out through clenched teeth before he charged at her again, his fist poised to strike. When he did, she blocked the blow with one arm, pushing his fist to the side. He tried to strike with the other fist, but she did the same thing. The next time he tried it, she brought up a foot to shove it into his stomach, forcing him backwards. Again, he came at her, and this time she spun and kicked him in the side, sending him sprawling onto the sand once more. She would not let him win this battle. She had to get him back somehow, and if this were the only way to make Logan see the truth, then so be it.

Logan was quickly growing tired of this game. What the hell was she trying to pull anyway? He leapt to his feet, animalistic sounds the only verbal response Emma received. She hurriedly formulated a plan in her mind; one that was sure to gain her what she wanted…

She threw a fist toward him with all the force she could muster, and just as she had thought, Logan caught her fist in one hand. She aimed the other fist straight for his face and he grabbed that one in the other hand. In her diamond form, Emma was just as strong, if not stronger than, Wolverine. The two of them were locked in a battle of strength to see who would back down first. Emma was sure she would win this, though not in a manner than anyone could have foreseen.

Knowing his hands had a tight grip on hers, Emma threw her arms backward. Unable to resist the force with which he'd pushed against her, Logan now fell forward, the weight of his body knocking against Emma as the two of them fell back onto the beach, Logan now above the determined blond-haired temptress as she reverted back to her original form. He had let go of her hands on instinct to try to catch himself, and now he saw too late that she'd trapped him.

Emma's arms found their way around his broad back as she looked up into the feral eyes of the animal above her. He was her wild animal to tame, and she knew she could do it. She had told Logan that she had trained her entire life to be able to properly contain the Phoenix when the time came for them to release it. If she could handle a force like that, then how could she not be able to handle this brute? She was a strong woman indeed, and she never gave up what she wanted without a fight. She wasn't about to start now.

Logan went to push away from her, but he was a mili-second too slow. Before he could do anything to escape, her soft, kissable lips had come up to meet his. He was unable to resist her skilled mouth, though he tried his damnedest. In the end, though, he found himself kissing her with a hunger that could not be subdued. Growls of both anger and yearning were heard from Logan now as Emma held him close against her.

One of her legs bent upward, her inner thigh rubbing against his hip, stirring the fire within him. She would unleash the beast if she had to, but she wasn't looking to seduce him. She merely wanted to remind him of their shared attraction to one another, and to prove to him that neither of them could escape it.

Her hands roamed over his back and shoulder blades, deep, long moans leaving her lips and reverberating against his. His kisses were fierce and hard, all of his emotions pouring into her very being just like before. She could once again hear his thoughts screaming inside her head; the thoughts of anger and want and need and pain and agony and love…And denial.

Emma pulled her mouth away from Logan's and trailed warm kisses over his neck, the skin rough against her lips from the prickly stubble. She didn't mind, though. She liked the rough, manly type, and he definitely fit the category.

"You can't deny this, Logan…You can't deny how perfect this feels…" she whispered. "You can't run from something that feels this right…"

Logan's eyes were shut tight as he wrestled with himself, trying to tell himself this was all wrong. None of this was right-it couldn't be. "No…quit it…" he growled.

"I won't quit unless you really want me to…which you don't…"

"Emma…" He growled at his lapse in sense when he said her first name, then corrected himself. "Frost…Get the hell off of me…"

"You're on top of me…" she breathed, running her tongue over the part of his cheek that wasn't covered by his sideburn.

Logan didn't move. He couldn't. He tried to reason with himself-to demand that he get up right in that instant. Yet his body did not respond to his brain's orders. Instead, his mouth found the warm skin of her neck and throat. Emma gasped silently at the intimate contact. It had been a few weeks since the two of them had known the sweet caresses of the other, and now she was feeling deprived of the sensations. She wanted it to continue…

However, she knew that if she didn't stop it, he would accuse her of false intentions later, saying she'd seduced him. Emma wasn't going to make another mistake that would cost her what little sliver of opportunity she had to win Logan's whole heart back.

She lay her head back, her hands moving between them and pressing against his well-muscled chest, asking him to stop his current actions. "Logan…"

He didn't heed her words, so she pushed a bit harder.

"Logan, stop…"

He felt her hands pressing into him and heard her voice, but it didn't seem to register to him. She had to push harder still in order to get him to raise his head away from her tender neck as it tingled with ecstatic sensation.

Logan now finally seemed to come back to reality. Emma saw that his eyes has changed from cold and steely to soft and full of hunger. Now they slowly shifted back to steely once more as he gazed down at her. His breathing was heavy, much like hers, but his mouth began to form a hard line again, his breathing becoming less noticeable until he looked-and felt-like a stone statue above her. His expression was hard and unfeeling, his eyes holding an eerie darkness within them.

The silence between the two was unnerving and Emma began to feel as if she now had a need to be concerned. For a long time, neither of them said a word, their eyes locked as if searching for some secret that lay deep inside the soul of the person opposite them. Her heart began to pound hard in her chest, wanting the silence to end, but not knowing how to break it peacefully.

Finally, Logan swiftly rose to his feet again and turned toward the horizon. His mannerisms seemed to suggest that nothing out of the ordinary had gone on between them, not now, nor at any other point in time. Emma sat up slowly, her face flushed from the heat of their intimate moment only a few mere minutes ago, her heart rate still uneven-unsteady. She looked up at his back curiously, wondering what he would do now.

When he spoke, though, it was with indifference. "It's getting late. We should find something to eat, then get some rest. It's been a long day." He spared her not even the slightest glance as he walked past her back up the beach to find food for an evening meal. E

mma didn't know whether to be thankful for his quietness (it could be acceptance that he didn't hate her after all), or worried that he would just pretend that there was absolutely nothing between the pair. She didn't move until Logan had long since gone into the forest. She just stared blankly out to sea, trying to make sense of what exactly had just happened.

"Uh…What exactly just happened?" questioned a very confused Bobby.

"It's simple…" said Rogue, still not sure if she could believe everything they were seeing on this screen. "Logan obviously doesn't trust Emma anymore-and I don't blame him. Now he's regretting having any kind of feelings for her. Emma wants to win his trust back, but let's face it; it's Logan. That's not an easy thing to do. She's trying to show him that they belong together…And Logan's caught between loving her and not trusting her."

"So…wait…Wolverine is really in love?"

"I don't know if I believe this or not…" said Kitty, studying the screen like Rogue.

"Hm, well, it's certainly not like Logan to…Well, we've all seen how those two don't get along…"

"No kidding," said Bobby. "This is just a dream they're having, though, right? Doesn't mean it reflects reality…does it?"

"Well," said Forge. "The collars are meant to simulate both dreams and reality. The dream they're in is a result of what really goes on in their minds…So…"

"So," summarized Kitty. "Whatever they say or do here is what they would really say or do if it were really actually happening."

Bobby's face took on a look of stunned disbelief. "I don't know if I believe all this could-or would-actually happen. Wolverine and Emma? There's no way."

"Well apparently there is a way," said Rogue, unsure of what to make of all of this.