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A/N: Most of this story is already written, except for the last few chapters, and it's ending. So it may start taking more time to get in a chapter. However I do plan on finishing.

Chapter 11

Six more months of mediation and touching with Logan, Rogue finally felt confident that she had regained control of her skin. It was nine on Saturday morning, both Rogue and Logan laid in bed awake, but not caring to move. Rogue laid with her head on Logan's chest as she would switch between playing with his bare hand, or rubbing her bare hand around on his bare chest. Rogue had finally felt comfortable and confident enough for both her, and Logan to dress how they wanted for bed. Which was only boxer shorts for Logan, for Marie's sake. He would rather sleep in the nude, but he didn't want to make Marie uncomfortable. Rogue chose a pair of shorts, and a tank top.

"Thank you Logan." Rogue sighed contently as she ran her fingers through his chest hair.

"For what Darlin, letting you touch me? Darlin you can touch me anytime you want." Logan purred enjoying Marie's touch a little too much. He had been laying there willing his body to ignore the desire coursing through him, so Marie could touch him without feeling uncomfortable, embarrassed, or pressured. He didn't want anything to ruin this for her.

Rogue smiled touched by his trust, but more from his purr. She could sense him fighting to stay in control, to not ravish her body like he wanted too. She knew he was trying to let her enjoy just being able to touch, and not think about how much he wanted her right now. What Logan didn't know was that Rogue wanted him just as much. During the six months of touches, there had been some chastened kissing, and some casual touching. Rogue had woke up to find Logan sound asleep with his hand on her breast, or bottom. He would always apologize, but she could tell he wasn't overly sorry. Truth be told neither was she, she wanted nothing more than to make love with Logan, but she was worried that he hadn't mourned properly, or had enough time after Jean, to make love to her and be with her, and not with Jean. Rogue knew that Logan loved her, and wanted to have sex with her, but was he ready to let Jean go, and be with her totally. Logan's shifting drew Rogue's mind back to her conversation with Logan, and why she was thanking him.

"No silly, although thank you for this too." Rogue tilted her head so he could see her soft smile.

"Anytime Darlin." Logan returned her smiled, "And I do mean anytime." He said this time with a smirk and a quick squeeze.

Rogue giggled, kissed his chest, then laid her head back down, continuing with her lazy movements.

"No, thank you for everything. Thank you for being here, thank you for loving me, thank you for trusting me not to hurt you on purpose, thank you for forgiving me all the times I have hurt you." Rogue voice caught from her overwhelming emotions. She paused to gather herself, not wanting start crying again. She would always hate how much she had hurt him, but this was about telling Logan how much she appreciated everything he's done, and was still doing for her, and how much she loved him.

Logan reached down picking her hand up from his chest, and brought it up to his lips, to plant a tender kiss on the back, then another one in the middle of her palm. "You've never hurt me on purpose, Marie. So there is nothing to forgive, Darlin." He assured as his gaze, that was filled with love and warmth held hers. He kissed her hand once more before laying it back down on his chest.

Rogue stared up into Logan's eye, feeling her heart squeeze tight in her chest with all the love she felt for him. Remembering she still had things she wanted to tell him, she gave him a loving smile in return, before continuing.

"Thanks Sugar, but I'm also thankful for you making sure I didn't give up when I didn't think I'd ever get touch back, for being willing to touch me. Thank you for not hating me, thank you for being the most wonderful, loving, trusting, forgiving, special man that you are. I love you Logan." Rogue ended with a watery whisper, her emotions getting carried away again.

"I love you more than life it's self Marie." Logan forced out huskily through his tight throat, as he pulled her tighter against him and held her. He was overwhelmed by her words, and her honest and love filled scent that blanketed him. "Whenever you're ready Marie, I want you to be my wife." Logan whispered keeping the softy tones Marie had spoken in. Marie suddenly worried scent confused and concerned Logan. He knew that they love each other, so he didn't understand what would cause her to be worried. "Marie? What's wrong?" Logan tightened his grips on Marie, then rolled them over so he was propped above her able to look into her hesitate eyes. "Don't you want to get married? I thought that…" His own voice confused and a bit nervous.

"I do Logan, more than anything," Rogue quickly assured him not wanting him to think she didn't want to be his wife.

"Then what's wrong? What are you worried about? If you're worried that I'm going to change my mind after, or lose interest down the road, then don't Baby. It's not going to happen." Logan reassured her figuring that might be what she was scared of.

Rogue dropped Logan's gaze, and whispered. "It did before." Her voice and scent held worry, and a little scared.

Logan sighed closing his eyes trying to think how best to get Marie to understand things between him ,and her where different than how it was between him and Jeannie. He opened his eyes, then reached down putting a finger under Marie's chin, bring her head so she would look at him.

"Marie, what I feel for you, this overwhelming blanket of love and warmth that spreads through my entire body, that wraps itself around my heart when ever I just think about you, your face, your laughter, or just being in the same room with you. I have never, and I mean never had, or felt this with Jeannie. Yes, I was absorbed with lust and desire to make her mine, but it was all physical. That burned itself out rather quickly. When the lust had cooled, all that was left was a caring friendship, and a respect for each other. There was none of this warmth, or this cocoon of loved that wrapped around us. I did love her, but it was the type of love you have for a friend, love like you would have for a part of your pack is the best way I can think to describe it. She had her life, and I had mine, we just lived in the same house. Heck, hardly saw each other most of the time. When it all boiled down to it, all that was there was sex, and respect for each other. With you, there is this overwhelming urge in me to take care of you, provide for you, make sure you're happy, to keep you safe, to keep you with me all the time. I need to do those things, but I also want to have you love me, to share my life with me. I want to share your life with you, and love you. You aren't just part of the pack Marie, just one of the many I consider friends or even close friends. You're my mate, you're the one that comes first in everything, the other half of me." Logan said his eyes burning with love as they stared down into hers that was returning his love.

"I love you with all my heart Logan, and whenever you're ready I want you to be my husband." Rogue whispered as tears escaped the corners of her eyes.

Rogue was sure that Logan's smile would light up the entire community. He leaned down, and kissed her softly, but with more passion than they had previous shared. He pulled back still smiling, "How does today sound?"

"Today? Logan we can't, we need a marriage licenses, and to find someone to marry us. We need witnesses. I don't even own a dress expect one black one." Rogue said going over all the reason why they couldn't get married today."

"Come on Marie, the magister office doesn't close until twelve today. The magister can marry us right there, and for witnesses, I know Jack and his wife will be more than willing to stand for us." Logan countered coaxing.

"What about my dress. I refuse to wear a black dress to my wedding." Rogue frowned. "And you need something nice to wear."

"Darlin, you could be in your bathing suit for all I care. It's you I'm marrying Baby, not your clothes. Come on Marie, let's do it." Logan's pleading, and hopeful look, won over her desire to dress up. She always thought Logan looked sexy in his jeans, and cowboy boots anyway. She did have a nice pale peach skirt that she had bought on impulse last year. She was sure she could find a shirt that would look okay with it, and she had her black calf length leather boots.

Rogue's growing smile gave her away. Logan's grin brightened. He threw back the covers and jumped from bed. "I'll go call Jack, you get ready." Logan ordered as he almost ran from the bedroom. He could hear Rogue's happy giggling all the way from the kitchen.