AN: sorry that this took so long in coming. As I may have said before, I was terribly busy with school. Also, as a little side note, someone said that they had sex in the last chapter, which may I say, they did not, they had some sexual contact, but it's not the same thing. So...read, enjoy, review (even if you hated it *frown*) and then I'll be happy and so will you.

Forever in Your Arms Eleven.

The night they got to the next town, she did blow him away, though not with her mouth as the innuendo had suggested, with her hands, gloved in satin and slicking over his skin in crystal perfection.

Ororo took Marie shopping for clothes, and Marie helped the band however she could. Everyone loved her except for one red-haired woman, who ignored her. And at nights, she and Logan would push their beds together and lay with their skin meshing, and breath intertwining.

The places they went were all good. And the concerts were all wonderful, Logan astounded the audience every night, and Marie waited backstage, listening to the lull of his voice.

They both knew not to touch on those nights, and when they wanted to, they reached out for each other and tried, she woke up teary and aching, and he woke up in the bathtub with blood dripping down the drain.

They didn't have sex. Touched sexually rarely, and were both very content.

One evening, Jean knocked on the door. "Logan?" She asked plaintively, and the wood rang out again.

"Go away." He mumbled in his sleep, pulling Marie closer to him.

"Logan, it's important." She said, a clinking noise from the lock praying that she couldn't open the door.

"Fine, just one second." He said, his arms untwisted from Marie, and her fingers gripped his tightly for a moment, then released. He walked to the door. "What do you want?"

"You." She said. "God, Logan, you have to know that I've always wanted you." Her lips were begging for him to kiss her.

Marie heard every word, her eyes closed lightly. She cringed, and shuddered. She'd seen how Logan sometimes looked at Jean, like he was a hungry carnivore and she was raw meat. And Jean would put out, something Marie just couldn't do.

The wet sounds of kissing woke her from her reverie. She clenched her eyes tightly closed, and her jaw even more tightly, her teeth grinding into each other. And her hands begging to meet her ears. She wouldn't be surprised if there was a sudden pressure on the bed, if one of their hands reached out and touched her hair or her face, and didn't even notice. She wanted to whimper, but she couldn't bring her lungs to function. She was no longer hearing.

They'd stopped kissing. Please. Please God, please. She wanted to beg, but for all it had done for her before, she didn't think it would be appropriate. A growled "Get out." Reached her ears, and Marie sighed. She wanted it to be what she thought, just a whim or a whisper, or him being forced.

"Logan, I know you want me.I've seen how you look at me." Said the voice, Marie was certain that Jeans eyes would be begging, Logan's hand would be reaching out for her, and everything in her world would crumble to the ground.

"Don't." She said, softly.

"Get out." Said Logan again. "You're engaged, and I'm not interested."

"What? You think that little girl; that little virgin princess is going to do it for you? I think not." Flesh connected with flesh, and Marie cringed.

"Get out." Logan said, "or I might hit back."

The sound Jean made was between a keen and a whimper, and she walked out the door.

Logan was at Marie's side almost instantly. "Don't.Marie.it's not what you think." Marie shushed and reached out for Logan's face, her thumbs caressed his cheekbones, and he leaned into her hands. "Don't hate me." He said. "I do look at her."

"I know." She said. "I know Logan, and I look at Scott sometimes. I know you want to hate me for that, but you can't, because you do it too and.you know? We're here with each other every night, that's all that matters."

"You're better than I deserve." He whispered, pushing the covers back and sliding under them with her. "I'm an asshole, I want to rip Scott apart because you look at him. I want to rip every guy who looks at you apart. But I can't, see, because then you could kill every woman on this planet."

"Yeah." She said, and slipped her arms around him. They were silent for an eternal moment, and then she spoke again. "Do you think it's true?"

"What?" He asked, nuzzling her neck.

"She said I wont.I mean, she said I'm a virgin princess.do you think it's true?" She turned around, reached out for him. "It's not that I.I mean, I don't try to."

He cut her off. "Marie, don't even say that."

"But I haven't.I can't."

"Listen: I understand."

"I want to." Her arms slipped around him. "You know I want to?"

"Yes." He said. "I do too."

"It's just hard."

"I know."

"Can we try?" She asked.

"What?"

"Anything.touch me. I'll touch you, maybe we can.do it." Her voice was scared. "I don't want you to.you know. Don't leave me. Even if I say to."

"Okay." His voice quivered with desire, and she smiled into his chest.

"I love you." She said. It was the first time she'd said it without any qualifiers.I think, I might, I could.just I love you. He couldn't reply, but his actions said enough, his hands hastened, pulled at her shirt, pushed at her pants, his mouth found hers and suckled her tongue, smiled into her. She shivered at his hands on her breasts, stroking her higher and higher until her fingers were playing helplessly across his back, and she was panting into his hair. "Logan."

"I know." He said, and moved his mouth from her neck to her chest. She couldn't breathe, pleasure filled her. Her hands grasped his head, and he froze. "You ok?" he asked.

"Yes." She said. "Don't.just don't touch me anymore."

"Why?" He asked helplessly.

"I don't know." She said. "I don't know...just don't."

He pulled away, and closed a hand around her hand. "It'll be ok." He said, and then stroked her hair. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I don't know." She said, and whimpered. "Stay here, please, don't leave me."

He nodded, and waited until she drifted off before he crawled onto the floor and fell asleep.