A/N- Kay so this is a long chapter, sorry bout that- own nothing read and review thanks again.
One month later
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"Logan!"
Marie glared at him, her disapproving tone causing him to sheepishly raise his fist from the electrical wreckage of his former alarm clock,
"It was killin' the mood darling'" he tried feebly, she rolled her eyes,
"It's an…was an alarm clock sugah, they have wonderful littl' buttons tha' make 'em shu'-up for another five minutes!"
"So i'would have ruine' the mood twice" he leered and rubbed himself against her,
"So really I jus' did us both a favor"
She threw her head back and laughed, "No sugah because now we don' know when t'get outta bed"
She sighed happily as he buried his face in her neck,
"Whenever I wan' us t'darlin'" was the answer.
Fair answer.
Unable to argue- or unwilling to- Marie settled herself back against the pillows, finished with talking. She had woken up this morning to find that she and Logan had once again fallen asleep in the middle of a passionate entangling, or at least that's what she determined from her pajama top being on the bathroom floor, right next to Logan's jeans. So naturally they had continued where they had left off, their bodies molding together in a wondrous embrace that had her scorning her virginity and Logan's chivalry.
For indeed she was still not Logan's in the most important way possible-
And that fact was driving her up the wall.
Every moment she wasn't with Logan she was unable to concentrate, allowing herself a glance at the palest shadow of what he had been suffering years previous.
And what he still was.
"Hmmm" she protested as he broke the kiss, once more withdrawing as the heat of the moment caused the natural consequence on his body.
"Goddammit" he muttered to himself as he sprang back onto his knees and then, ripping off the sheets, climbed off the bed,
"Logan!" Marie threw back her head and choked on a frustrated sob, releasing a curse herself she followed him to the bathroom, holding out her hand even as he went to close the door.
Even with other things on his mind, he automatically obeyed her request and opened it wider, allowing her to slip inside and perch herself once more on the rim of the bathtub, they went through this scene almost every morning.
Running her hands through her hair she looked up at him leaning over the bathroom sink, his erection straining against his boxers material.
"Please darlin'" he spoke through ground teeth, "Don'talk"
"Talk!" she scoffed, "Yesterday i'was don' touch you…how lon' before I'm no' even allowed in t'same room as you…before I'm kicked back t'my own bed?"
"I'd never do tha' t'you" he argued weakly,
She tried to rise but passion had left her weak-kneed, she clenched the porcelain under her and fought her frustration,
"I love ya Logan…ya love me…please…"
She broke into tears and struggled to breathe at the disappointment surging through her veins,
"Logan…" she tried again, no pride in her voice as her need for him overrode everything.
"Logan…Logan…Logan…my love…sugah…ple…please"
Gathering her strength she managed to stumble to him, throwing her arms about his neck and pressing her face into his bare back, her lips against the very warm skin.
With an animalistic growl Logan spun quickly, breaking her hold on him only to pull them together in a breath-taking embrace. Every inch of her body was crushed against his own, her head tilted back and her body too interested in the natural responses caused by her loved to notice that she was being lifted off her feet and moved.
She cried out as she felt the white wall tiles against her back, Logan's tense forearms providing little barrier, lowering her head she looked him in the eyes,
Saw the passion…
Saw the reluctance…
Saw the raw need which damn near overrode everything else.
She tried to move but he had inadvertently trapped her, her breasts heaved with every breath and she could feel her arousal moistening her underwear. She wanted to speak but she wasn't sure if he would hear her, he was staring at the waistband of her pajama pants, clearly struggling to decide something. Then he pressed forward, nudging himself to between her thighs, and- with his boxers acting as little more than a material condom- drove against her with passionate, barely sane, force.
Marie cried out in shock at the brutal contact and for one moment wondered if Logan had somehow entered her despite the three layers of clothing- Logan's boxers, her pajama pants and underwear- whether he had finally made her his in every way possible. She gasped as he pulled back an inch and then thrust against her again, this time the rubbing contact playing havoc with her arousal. She bucked her hips to meet his and added an extra slide to better feel his cock slide up against her womanly curls. They developed a fast rhythm then, one that was all the more necessary to try and sate their starving desires.
"Oh!" she fought to free her arms and wrapped them tight around his neck, his chest hair grazing her nipples, looking over his shoulder she could see their coupling in the mirror and- not only was she granted with a lovely view of Logan's arse- from that angle it looked like he was delving right into her core. The image entranced her,
"Logan!" she cried his name just to see the flushed reflection do the same,
"Oh my love…sugah…mine…oh…oh yes!"
He was pressing against her harder now, his actions touching the softest secret of her body and parting her the slightest bit,
"Marie…" he grunted her name like an afterthought, his eyes very much focused on their connecting areas. As seemingly mesmerized with their unorthodox coupling as she was with their reflection, the bulging veins in his neck showing his restraint,
A restraint which she herself didn't feel as the familiar explosion rocked her body and her world became nothing more than stars and Logan. She murmured sweet nothings in his ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe as her nails kitten scratched his chest.
Both soiled by the reactions of her passion, they leaned heavily in their embrace; Logan relaxing now, clearly assuming that she had been sated by the act.
But she was tired of their love being so one sided, tired of Logan giving her what she needed and then disappearing to 'take care' of himself.
It had been seven years for fucks sake!
How had his nuts not exploded?
So she feigned innocence as she traced her fingers along the curved contours of his stomach, waiting until his guard was at its lowest before snaking her hands under the hem of his boxers and grabbing hold of his cock.
She gasped as she wrapped her hand around the shaft, surprised by the sheer size.
So warm…
So strong and soft…
So eager!
Experimentally she ran her hand along his length, blinking and looking questioningly at Logan as he quite obviously tried to suppress his reaction. He seemed determined not to meet her gaze and she bit her lip nervously,
"Am I doin' somethin' wron' sugah?"
No reply. He appeared to have stopped breathing. His erection was still strong in her hand; she caressed it with her fingers hoping to elicit a response from him.
"Are you comfortable wit' me touchin' ya like this?" she asked in a flood of words,
Still no reply
"Would ya rather we sit or…?"
Nothing
Humiliated beyond words she broke her hold and turned her back on Logan, covering her mouth with her hands as she faced the tiled wall, tears tracing their way down her cheeks. Her stomach churned and she briefly wondered whether it was possible to die from a broken heart.
It was moments of silence and years of agony before she heard a sigh and felt his hand on her arm, she refused to look at him.
"Do you really want this, my darlin'?"
What she wanted was to scream, to lash out at him for his rejection, but instead she nodded wearily,
"Since the moment I realized I loved ya"
Gently then, he took her hand and tucking it warmly into his own, slowly led her from the bathroom, through his own bedroom into hers. She looked around the warm room, lit by the morning sunlight-it was an expensive storage area, she had roomed with Logan, preferring the nights spent wrapped in his arms.
Intimate but innocent.
She was sick of innocence-particularly hers…
She couldn't meet his eye as he slid an arm about her waist, looking into her eyes,
"I adore you Marie, my beautiful darlin'"
He spoke without fear of embarrassment, even though his erection stood between them like a testament to their love.
"Whatever…happens next…I want you t'remember that…you're my entire world"
Mute now she could only nod, struck silent by the moment. She didn't feel nervous or frightened, only eager for the passion to begin.
Slowly sinking into a crouch Logan tugged her white silk pajama pants to her ankles kissing the tips of her toes as he lifted her feet to remove them completely. Her underwear followed and she stood before him, her arms folded over her breasts, naked as he had never seen her.
He did the same with his boxers, his eyes never leaving hers as he nudged them down to his feet and kicked them off. She stole a glance at his manhood and blushed, in the back of her mind making a comparison to a snake and admiring the sheer size of the appendage.
She held out her hands and he took them, squeezing them softly,
"This may hurt darlin'" he warned her quietly, "Not as much as i'coul' but…I don' know how t'avoid it"
Marie shook her head, attempting to dispel his worry,
"Doesn' matter I can handle it"
He eased back towards the bed, she noted that he was arranging it so that she would straddle him, in complete submission to her. She felt her love for him flare even stronger in her breast, almost unbearable. Lying horizontally and keeping his feet on the floor he helped her lean forward and she moaned with shock as she felt the tip of his weeping cock brush her wet folds.
Swallowing she clutched his hands harder as she eased his erection into her body, slowly taking him deep within her even as she tried to resist the intrusion. There was little resistance; her hymen had already been broken during one of their previous moments of intimacy when his fingers had shown her a taste of the pleasure to come. At the hilt she stopped and took a ragged breath,
"So full" she whimpered, closing her eyes as she was suddenly overcome with the new sensation, feeling every ripple and flow inside her.
"Oh Logan…Logan my love"
He released her hands and dug his fingers into her hips,
"You're tighter than I realized" he groaned, "Marie darlin'…I need you to move…I need you to slide up and down…please baby"
"I…" Marie faltered and out of habit leaned down to Logan's embrace, he grunted and she could see that he was sweating, his veins were throbbing and he seemed to be struggling to breathe. He grunted and dug his fingers harder against her soft skin,
"Marie…I can'…" he sounded like he was choking on his desire; she felt tears prick her eyes in his pain.
"Logan…I love ya sugah…" she bent down and pressed her lips against his,
"Take me now"
He roared and in a fluid movement threw her onto her back landing them against the pillows in a more orthodox fashion. She gasped as he withdrew from her, cries of protest escaping her before he slammed back into her, her body quivering from the shock of the pleasure that came upon her in conjunction to the quick, deep thrusts.
"…oh…oh god…mmm Logan…yes…ah!"
Moans and barely understandable words fell from her lips as she threw her arms around his neck and rocked in time to his motions. Anything she had ever felt before was nothing compared to the emotion she was feeling now, as if she had been thrown into a sea of passion, the waves mounted high and crashed down upon her. She screamed his name as the orgasm hit her, straddling his hips all the better to reach up and press her lips to his jaw. The bliss threw her world into a wondrous love drunk haze and she tilted her head back all the better to see her lover. He still moved quick pace above her and the motion threw her back to the pillows, she bit her lip and smiled as she waited for the inevitable ending. She cried out in shock however as she felt the build up within her once more,
"Oh…oh Logan my love"
He didn't seem able to hear her, instead his hands on either side of her head he continued as below she clenched the sheets, tearing them with her nails, as she sank deeper into pleasure. This orgasm left her weak and weeping with the wondrous sensation but she barely had time to stop quivering with the aftershocks before the third rushed through her. Her back arched and she grabbed Logan, digging her nails into his shoulders as the sweat ran down her skin and mingled with the juices at their junctures. Her body ached now and she was ill-prepared for the next wave of pleasure that overwhelmed her,
She couldn't scream this time,
Couldn't do anything more than moan a few words of love before sinking against the pillows finally realizing what Logan had meant about his fear of becoming uncontrollable in his love for her.
A wonderful darkness came after that.
She felt motion as the bed disappeared beneath her.
She felt warmth beside her and sought it.
Little drops of wetness landed on her knees and she felt confusion as it came with coarseness and softness.
Light filtered into her vision and with it came many buzzing sounds, amongst them the keening of a pained animal.
"Mmm?!"
Marie groaned as the morning light pierced her closed lids, annoyed she turned and snuggled deeper into the cool sheets. However even in her still- slumbering state she realized something was wrong.
The all too familiar presence of warmth and soft edges which symbolized Logan sleeping next to her was absent.
Disturbed she flung an arm out across the pillows, hoping that instead he had simply moved away from her in sleep. When she simply encountered more cool sheets and untouched pillows she opened her eyes, annoyed at being woken,
"…where?..."
"Darlin'!"
She rolled onto her side towards the sound and grunted in protest as she found herself being wrapped in the embrace of her lover. She waited for the crushing hold, the passionate kisses, the intimate caresses but they never came. Instead she found Logan's arms barely touched her, his lips giving her only the lightest pressure against her hair.
"I though' you'd never wake up" he moaned, rocking her as gently as he would a child, she shifted her weight to become more comfortable and winced at the ache between her legs. She felt him tense and slowly release her,
"It'll pass" he promised, sinking back to the edge of the bed, "But…how…d'you feel?"
"A little sore" she answered, blushing as she remembered the reason for the discomfort…
And how enjoyable that reason had been,
"A little cold" she held out her arms to him, "Come back to bed Logan"
When he didn't respond she repeated her request but he only drew back further, leaving the bed and sitting himself on the love seat, she wrapped the sheets around her and slipped her legs to the floor, placing them onto the wooden floor. She felt hunger gnaw at her stomach and stood idly, looking to her wardrobe for clothes.
Except all her clothes were in her duffel bag on the floor.
"Where are we goin'?" she asked confused, brushing her hair from her eyes.
Slowly Logan rose to his feet and came to stand before her, placing his hands on her arms,
"I'm lettin' ya go darlin', you're not my prisoner anymore"
"Prisoner?" Marie shook her head in confusion, "I don' understan'…I…prisoner? I'm no'…"
"…not anymore" He corrected, scooping her bag from the floor and pressing the handles into her hands,
"I can have Morph take you back to Arizona tonight"
"Arizona?!"
Arizona, the desert where she had been given to Wolverine by Scott, handed over like an expensive present between two enemies- seen as two different things.
A sacrificial pawn to Scott- a way to give his people ground in battle.
An object of desire to Logan- something he had wanted for so long, had fought and bled for.
Arizona where her team would have long since moved on, certainly not long after she herself had flown to Magda. She would be able to find them again- but…
'Why is this happening?'
She murmured the question to herself, trying to catch up with events whirling too quickly around her. The warrior in her spoke, advising her to resort to logic,
"Last night" she looked across at him, the sheets slipping from her shoulders and barely covering her,
"Logan…you tol' me you love' me, what's…has somethin' happened on the battlefiel'…somethin' t'change our arrangmen'?"
"That was three days ago" he responded harshly, "You were out for three days!"
"Oh!" she shrugged and using his momentary anger as a distraction to entrap him, to wrap her arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his open mouth. He responded, clutching her tight to him and she chuckled low in her throat, glad that the threat of separation was gone, that it had simply been one of Logan's peculiar moments.
One of those times when his eyes grew dark and his voice hollow,
When he would speak of her as a third person,
Would turn the room upside down searching for some little remembrance of her even when she stood at his side beseeching him to calm down...
In times like that she would simply throw herself into his arms and shower him with kisses until he would become himself again. He would never properly remember the spells afterwards, he didn't seem to want to, as long as she showed no sign of having been frightened by him, he would lie back on the bed and cradle her lovingly, whispering whatever words he could think to express his feelings for her.
So when he pushed her away so roughly she stumbled, she couldn't comprehend what was happening, she was in too unfamiliar a territory.
"Why'd you do that?" he demanded and she frowned,
"Cause I love ya sugah," she simpered, "An' you love me, that's why we…"
"Do you really think I would have done that t'you if I loved you? That I would have hur' you and used you like any other woman?"
Several parts of that sentence would later tear through her heart more effectively than any bullet or blade possibly could- but what drove her naked to her knees was the intended statement. She stared at Logan's boots, his scuffed and worn boots, she had been meaning to buy him a new pair- had been planning to go into Magda's shopping areas and find him a pair before his fell to pieces. She probably wouldn't do that now.
"Ya don'…" she struggled and tried again, "Ya don' love me?"
His voice was brusque and final "No"
"Huh" she winced at the emotional pain ripping through her body,
"Okay"
She would have said more, but the world went dark and she had the dimmest sensation of her head hitting the floor.