Title: The Promise
Chapter: Eleven – Catch me when I leap
Disclaimer: Not mine, Marvel owns all rights. (Damn)
Note: This story contains minor and adult interaction. It was inspired by Lachlanrose story "Other ways of speaking". The premise of what happens when Logan and Marie who is 17, meet and get together before heading to X-Mansion. SO if this is not your cup of tea, or you are morally against it then hit the back button and please don't read.
Warning: Very Lemon Alert! This chapter contains erotic overtones, nudity and sexual overtures. Do not read if you are under 18 years old!
Previously:
Logically Logan and Wolverine knew Marie/Rogue was their mate. They had met and started bonding. Every day in the camper moved them closer and closer. But today the first day in their new home….well he could honestly say he was starting to love the little minx…
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Days passed into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Logan thought that Marie might get cabin fever…after all the TV only had basic channels and well the 'library' was a work in progress. Yes he had some books, but Marie was determined that they would flesh it out. Books on home repairs and improvement, books on gardening (they could plant vegetables and use what they could and sell the rest) , books on greenhouse, romance novels, classic, you name it Marie would light up like a Christmas tree and proceed to haggle over her precious nuggets of knowledge as she called them.
Logan indulged her for two reasons….one: she wasn't materialistic and got such pleasure from finding used books and bartering for them, two: she was nesting. Whether or not she realized it she was slowing taking his house and making it a home. She brought a used sewing machine and material and turned out curtains, place mats, throw pillows. As she said if it had a straight line and an easy pattern she could do it. There was a tactile softness to all the material and sometimes the motif was a tiny bit feminine, but nothing that screamed 'Canadian Barbie'. The first time they went looking for material, Marie's eyes locked onto a pink bolt of material and started giggling. It was then that he found the whole story behind the pink curtain remark. And while he could appreciate both her humor and her style he inwardly shuddered at the idea of pink curtains!
Logan hunted for game before the winter hit hard. Marie did look a little green the first time she witnessed him skinning and trimming out the carcass of a deer. However she was made of sterner stuff. Next shopping trip, books on venison, rabbit and other local game found its way home with them. She also got to know the local women, and would beg for tips on cooking and preserving the meat. After all the meat locker could only hold so much meat. There was a small root cellar that held potatoes and other root vegetables. Marie brought canned preserves, and other food items to try and flesh out their pantry. She learned how to bake bread and make pizza since really trying to get a pizza delivery way out here would result in ice-pizza!
Not to say that Marie was alone in her domestic pursuits. What she learned to cook, well Logan made sure he was right there with her. He also taught her the fine art of grilling. He still smiled inside when he thought about the first time she grilled and the meat was slightly charred on the outside but almost 'blue' on the inside. He ate it, hell he still remembered when food was scarce so he never wasted anything. And Marie, well she fell in love with him a little more every time he gamely tried a failed food experiment. He wouldn't criticize; rather he would point out what she had done right and help her figure where she went wrong.
Slowly their cooking repertoire grew and meal times became a little ritual with them. Breakfast they took turns with. Lunch was sometimes spent together, it depending on their plans for the day. Logan worked as mechanic in town, supplemented with some local logging and wood chopping for a few old timers. However, dinner was Logan's favorite time. It was then that the culinary ballet began. Together and often without words they would work to prepare the meal. Oh they would talk about their day, but actual assignment of roles during meal preparations was unneeded. Dessert was always something that Marie had either prepped or actually made during lunch for them to enjoy. They would clean up together and then head to the sinful sofa as Marie called it.
And while they often chatted, the silences were also a part of them. It was never awkward; indeed it was the solace of home. Logan realized that as great as the cabin was, it was Marie that made it a home. Marie that he couldn't wait to share his day with, she was the first thought in the morning and the last thought of his nights. Somehow this slip of a woman with her fey-like qualities had wrapped him around her fingers, and burrowed deep within his heart. Before the Wolverine may have panicked, but now he was perfectly content for once. He didn't even baulk at the steady but slow pace Marie had set for their sex life. He knew eventually they would cross that bridge, and honestly what they did do was still better than all his one night stands rolled up together.
Those encounters had a jaded quality to them. Barfly's and hookers who knew the deal and never let their feelings get involved. Intimacy with Marie was filled with wonder and brilliance. It healed old hurts that Logan wasn't even aware he had. Lying next to Marie, waking to Marie well it was everything he never knew he wanted. And if once in a while doubts snuck up regarding her age, he had to remind himself that she rarely comported herself as teenager. She never let on that age difference bothered her. So instead of picking it apart, he for once just lost himself in that happiness. With Marie he learned that not every caress had a hidden agenda behind it. And that even being thumped on by Marie had a teasing quality. She never hurt him when she wacked him, but he would ham it up like she had so that he could see her giggle.
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Marie was as happy as a clam; and Logan and her together were like two peas in a pod. They got along great. Not to say there weren't arguments. Hell they were falling in love, not roommates. Inevitably there were little spats about items left out around the house. But now they didn't degenerate into a screaming match. She or Logan would bitch or gripe (depending on the severity) and then the other would calmly refute or apologize. That was the one thing Marie had worked with Logan on. Not every disagreement was a fight to the death. And yelling ones opinion at the top of your voice didn't make the other person listen any better.
Their first argument had Logan bellowing at the top of his lungs as he paced back and forth. Marie just serenely stood there waiting for him to finish. As he realized that not only was she not arguing back at the top of her lungs and was standing there patiently he quieted down. When she gently pointed out that his reaction was a little over the top, and that yes she was wrong but this was not a healthy way of communicating he flushed.
While it was fair to call someone on either their bullshit or bad habits, it didn't need to be conducted at the highest volume possible. If it upset him that much, then wait until he was calmer and then discuss it. Unless it was a life or death scenario she'd rather they talk it over rather than scream it out. And while the transformation wasn't instantaneous, it did start Logan down the road of healthy conversation.
Yes Logan was still abrupt and bordering on rude with most other folks, but with Marie he learned the fine art of talking. The next time Logan had screamed at her was when she had the accident in the kitchen. Plunging her hands into the soapy water, she forgot about the knife in water. Her yelp when she sliced her hand open had Logan running in from the yard where he had been chopping wood. Scenting her blood Logan was understandably upset. Her healing quickly dealt with the deep cut, but Logan expressed clearly at the top of his lungs that sharp instruments went to the side of the sink to prevent issues like this from happening. If she didn't have the new healing factor they would have had to have her touch Logan and absorb some of his. The other option was an over 40 minute drive into town to have the local doctor stitch her up. Marie took the raking over coals with good grace. Her bleeding had whipped up his more possessive traits and had scared him in the half second it took him to recollect the healing.
Marie mused that life with Logan was great; he was affectionate in nature (he would vehemently deny it). He spoke with her about everything, little inconsequential things to everyday huge decisions. He never treated her like a child, but rather he treated her like a women. And even after months of living together he hadn't recoiled at the slow rate she set for their love life. Tonight though she had plans….yes sir re bob she had plans and they centered on the huge claw foot tub in their bedroom. She resisted the urge to cackle and rub her hands together. While Logan might pick up on her excitement, it didn't mean she had let him know the details of her plan.
Dinner would be ready soon, and in an effort to set the stage she duplicated the first meal she made him. She already had lightly scented candles prepped for upstairs. She shivered in delight…this was going to be good! She then thought about what Mrs. Forrester had asked her the last time she was in town. Wanted to know when her and Logan were gonna get hitched. At the time she had laughed and told her that she wasn't getting married at least until after the holidays….After all who wanted to share the special date with a holiday? But the more Marie thought about it the more sense it made. If she was married to Logan no one could stick their nose in their business. Her parents would be relieved because legally, financially and morally someone else would be responsible for her. What she didn't know was if Logan wanted to marry her or was content just living with her. Like a tiny seed taken root the idea just continued to germinate. Hmm….spring solstice…
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When Logan came home he sniffed the air in appreciation. Seems like his little Carcajou was up to something, he grinned with anticipation. Entering through the backdoor he kicked off his boots and took off his coat hanging it on the wrought iron pegs Marie had spotted in town. "Hey darlin', what's the occasion? Usually you wait for me to get started on supper" were the first words out of his mouth after a brief kiss before her mutation kicked in. He smiled, it was taking longer and longer for her skin to turn out. It left him with hope that one day, she'd master it. Not for his sake….he would and could always work around her mutation. His love for her was not dependent on her control. So caught up in his metal musing that he almost missed the fact that this was their four month anniversary, and that she just felt so happy she wanted to share it.
Every day with this woman was a gift, but at times like this Logan was humbled. That this wonderful creature was in love with him and relished their closeness. Well Logan still had that list of deities on file. Hugging her, he offered to set the table. Only to be told it was already done. For him to just snag a beer out the fridge and just kick back for a few minutes while she served the food in the dining room. Logan instead headed for the small bathroom to wash his hands with the special made soap Marie made. All natural with limited scent, it got his hands clean without using harsh chemicals. She also made candles and scented soaps that she sold in town. He had built her a little shed not too far from the house. It would double as a potting shed for the greenhouse they planned to build. When she made soaps and candles it kept the multiple scents from the house.
For Logan he saw it as a labor of love. Marie enjoyed bringing in money to help purchase things for them. The town women loved them; her soaps were in high demand. She was currently researching how to make shower gels and lotions. Why just the other day she asked if it would be possible to special order goats milk powder. He shook his head, told her he'd find out and didn't ask any questions. Nobody could state Logan was dumb. The less he knew about soaps the happier he was. He was just grateful that the oatmeal soap Marie made for them left his skin feeling great and was very lightly scented.
Coming out from the bathroom he headed straight for the dining room. The table was set with an eclectic mismatch of dinner ware and yet it all looked good. The tablecloth and place-mat Marie made were light aqua and deep purple. They were colors that looked good together but didn't look too girly. Setting the last of the food down Marie took her seat across from him and served him first. She then proceeded to load her own plate. Logan took a bite from his mostly 'blue' steak and moaned in pleasure. True some of her cooking of rabbit and buffalo had turned out some interesting results, but her steak was ambrosia. He quickly but neatly ate his first steak, today Marie had made him two. He almost felt like a heel for not remembering the date. Marie beamed at him and told him the only dates she expected him never to forget were her birthdays and wedding. That kind of made him pause in surprise but Marie never expounded on the statement, so he continue eating. As a small act of contrition Logan did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen.
When he came out Marie wasn't on the sofa as expected. He heard her upstairs running the bath and wondered. When she called him 20 minutes later, his curiosity had almost gotten the best of him. He cleared the last step and nearly froze in shock. The room was bathed in the gentle light of hundreds of little candles. But the main event was there in the tub, wearing a body stocking and thin cotton gloves was Marie. Her hair was piled in a sloppy bun that made her look even sexier than normal. "You gonna join me Sugar or do I have to get out and make you"? Damned if that little vixen didn't arch her eyebrow at him!
Logan must have set the world's record for the quickest strip known to man. He noticed the water wasn't completely filled. Good, he had no urge to deal with a flooded floor. So in he climbed behind Marie, almost wincing at the heat. Then he nearly sighed as muscles welcomed the soothing warmth. Logan was pretty sure at this point that their sex life was about to take a giant leap forward….
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Marie shivered with desire when Logan climbed in behind her; the body stocking that she ordered was so thin that it was almost like being bare. Arms held her against his chest; she loved the feeling of his chest hair on her back. His erection was nestled in the crack of her ass and felt like living steel. She made sure to keep moving slightly…wouldn't do to let him calm down. Taking his hands she traced over his knuckles. These were hands that could cradle or kill. Yet she loved his hands. Finally content with playing with them she drew his hands to get breast and squeezed. Her nipples were on board with the plan….hell they stood at attention stabbing into his palms. Logan kneaded her breast before plucking her nipple. Who knew that there was a direct line from her breast to her clit?
He gently turned her around and looked deep into her eyes. Satisfied with the answers he found there he began to explore her body. She shook her head and leaned forward, indicating she wanted to start the party. Small quick kissed that were barely brushed with her mutation had him panting. But when her gloved hand reached down and encircled him he almost came out of his skin. Tentatively at first and then with confidence as she looked at his smoldering eyes she kept stroking him. Stopping once in a while to circle the glans or play with his balls. She could feel him pulsing and knew that he would soon be coming. Asking him to stand she continued to jerk him off. Watching as his come splattered on her chest and raising a tentative hand to taste him through her gloves, she barely noticed his growl before he hauled her out of the tub.
Throwing a towel onto the bed Logan laid her down, and pounced. His hands and mouth were everywhere. "Oh God" she murmured. A quick hard nip followed by a soothing tongue on her hip, "Name's Logan, not God….feel free to call it out". Even during love play the man was a wise ass….and that was Marie's last coherent thought before he licked her clit through the body stocking. "Logan"! Oh stars above that man's mouth was talented! He knew where, how much pressure to apply and when to back off. He left her on the cusp of an orgasm several times before she stopped begging and starting threatening. And when she fell over the line, it eclipsed everything her and Logan had done in the past. She was dead and then reborn. Lying there trying to get her breath back she turned to cuddle into his body, keeping her face away from his body.
As he drowsed next to her she whispered "Logan, will you marry me"?
End of chapter
TBC
AN: Carcajou is french for wolverine...it's a pet name. This chapter was a loooong one! I wanted to show them building their life together and moving forward in intimacy. This first part of this story will soon wrap up with them in early spring. With the thaw. Next part X-Men, X-Mansion and Magneto's nefarious plots.
As always I hope you enjoyed!
