My fingers felt up to my forehead gently. No marks there. They moved to the right. Again, there was no bump or bruise of any kind. Moving my fingertips to the left of my head, I stopped. There was a large circular scab. No doubt, it had at one point bled. That's the whole point of scabbing.

"I wouldn't touch that much, if I were you."

I quickly turned around. Logan. "You heal almost instantly, how would you know if I should touch it or not?"

He smiled. "Because the Professor told me to tell you not to touch it. You can get infections easier than anybody at this school."

I rolled my eyes. "That's probably the dumbest thing about my mutation. I'm more susceptible to all sorts of things, but I can still heal people. Even if they are an inch from death."

Logan walked over to me, sitting down on my bed beside me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's hard for your own cells to order your own cells around. It's like an endless circle of command. The commanding cells are being commanded by themselves to do commands."

"And you would know this how?" I laughed softly, looking up at him.

He shrugged. "Just from what I know about your power."

I nodded. "Right, right… It sucks."

Logan frowned. "How so?"

"I can do so much. I can heal broken bones. I can heal infections. But I can't heal my own damn scabs and bruises and cuts and scars-"

Without another word leaving my mouth, he shut me up with a kiss. I had no other choice than to comply to what he wanted. Shutting me up. Was it really that easy, for him? Is that really all it took?

Apparently. Not that I truly minded. It's a very good way to shut me up. The only person who this would work for was him.

He leaned back, parting our lips' contact, and smiled. "You need to calm down."

"You'd feel the same way, Logan," I said softly, leaning into him. "You're almost immortal. Healing instantly. I'm the opposite. It takes me twice as long to heal."

Gently, he placed three fingers under my chin and lifted my head up so he could look me in the eyes. "You can't change who you are. That's just who you are."

"Yeah, well… Who I am sucks…"

He didn't like the sound of that at all, but didn't answer.

Rogue was laughing, probably at some joke Bobby told, as I walked into the recroom on a Saturday morning. She looked over at me, then grinned. "Oh! Felicity! We were just talking about you!"

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow, taking a seat on the armchair by the fireplace. "Hopefully not too bad." When others say something like that, they usually were talking smack about me. Makes no sense, but what can I do about it?

The look on her face made me feel a bit uneasy. What she said next made my eyes widen in shock.

"Have you and Logan popped the cherry yet?"

I could feel heat come to my face in a wave. No doubt my face was red as a cherry. "W-What? N-No, we've only been dating for a month..!"

Okay. We've slept together, but it never had sex. It was always just cuddling. He has these nightmares, but somehow I help him through that, and vice versa.

Rogue burst into laughter. "You guys sleep in each other's rooms though! What exactly do you do in there?"

Storm walked in as soon as Rogue said that and gave her a stern look. "Rogue, that's enough. Stop harassing Felicity."

She made a face. "I was just-"

"Do I need to ask you again?"

Rogue groaned. "Fine."

God bless Storm.

There have been times where I thought we would end up leading up to that moment. Popping the cherry. But all those times, he would stop urging. Logan was a man, not some hormonal teenage boy. He knew I probably wasn't ready. I didn't even know if I was ready…

"If you could change anything about your life, your past or even what's happening right now, what would you change?"

"... I wouldn't change anything."

His answer didn't surprise me one bit. It was the same answer I have, and most likely for the same reason. I smiled at him before giving his cheek a nice kiss. "Smart man."

He grinned, kissing my temple. "If things were different, then I would have met you."

My eyebrows raised. "Oh?" It did make me smile, though. He said really cheesy things at just the right moments. An ass one minute, a sweet guy the next.

Logan nuzzled me, nodding. "The sweet girl who softened this old man…"

I playfully nudged him. "This 'old man' was soft before I got to him. I just let it show."

"I'm older than you think…" he said softly. The tone he used was almost wary.

"What do you mean…?"

There began his explanation of his beginning. More so, when he was born… In the mid 1800s. Which makes him between one hundred and two hundred years old.

And he's dating an eighteen year old girl.

Now I believe I can see why he's restrained from some things…

Before I knew it, we were both breathing heavily. He had rolled off the top of me and was holding me close to him, almost laying my body on top of his. I felt internally cold, but my skin was warm. Hot even. I hadn't known what at all to expect.

"I'm so sorry…. Sorry I had to hurt you… To bring you pleasure…." he whispered into my ear.

I kissed his cheek gently. "It won't hurt again…"