OCTOBER

I huddled behind the jukebox and watched Logan from across the bar. The slutty waitress-maid came up to him with our drinks and said something, but I was too far away to hear. Logan looked like he grunted a one word answer, and she leaned over the table. The angle was wrong for me to see anything, but I bet Logan got a great view of her cleavage. He said something else, and she walked away disappointed.

Success! Good man-puppy, oh good boy! He was definitely getting a neck rub when we got back to the hotel. But I couldn't just flounce back over there after five seconds, or Logan would know I had been spying on him. So I decided to check out the jukebox, since I'd never seen one in real life before.

It had tubes of neon light on the sides and a rounded glass top that had an old photo album inside. But instead of photos, there were album covers with songs listed below. I pushed a button, and the page flipped. I looked for more buttons and saw a sign that said "free for Halloween." I grinned and flipped through, trying to find a song I recognized. There were a ton of songs by a band called Type O Negative. The guy on the covers looked kind of goth and scary, so his music might have been set out because it was Halloween.

I also saw a few gospel songs and a couple of old eighties rock songs that Logan liked, but the one that caught my eye was titled Little Red Riding Hood. The artist was someone named Sam and a bunch of other stuff after that who I'd never heard of, but I guess that was my song. It said Little Red Riding Hood after all. I pressed select on that one and walked back to our table. Logan saw me and slid my drink a little closer to me. I stood standing in front of him though and held out my hand.

"Will yah dance with meh, sugah?" I asked.

Logan set his drink down and took my hand, but as I led him to the dance floor, his steps started slowing. He stopped entirely and shuffled in front of me.

"I don't know how to dance." He muttered.

My man-puppy was so cute when he got all shy and unsure! He would definitely get lots of kisses and cuddles when we got back, and maybe a little more if I had anything to day about it.

"Great! Now Ah can teach yah something." I said, grinning happily. "Here, just look down and watch my feet."

Owoooooooooooo!

"My song!"

Golden eyes glanced up at me. "This is the song you chose?"

"Wolvie?" I asked.

His eyes cleared a little. "Both. Kind of. We're still trying to figure out this sharing thing."

Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good...You're everything a big bad wolf could wa-ant!

My man-wolf grinned at me and looked me over. It seemed like I had chosen the perfect song.

"Eyes on mah feet, sugah." I reminded him.

I don't think little big girls should go walkin' in these spooky old woods alone...Owoooooooooooo!

He looked down, and I moved my foot back, tugging on him to get him to move with me. He got the hint and stepped forward, so I stepped back one more pace, and he followed. The quick-quick step to the side messed him up a bit, but he kept up fairly well. I stole little glances at his face as we moved, but I couldn't figure out which one was more present. Maybe they were both really sharing.

Whichever one he was, he was still my man-wolf, and he had a great sense of rhythm. By the time the song started in on what sounded like the chorus, we were doing a clumsy version of a foxtrot, which I thought was really good for his first time dancing.

What big eyes you have! The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad!

He looked up and winked at me. I thought that was definitely Wolverine. He pulled me a little closer and rubbed his cheek against mine as the song kept playing.

What full lips you have! They're sure to lure someone bad!

He pulled back and licked his lips, flashing his canines at me. I giggled as it made him loose track of his steps and we nearly stumbled into another couple.

"Did yah want to learn how to dance too?" I asked.

Wolverine nodded. "Yeah. I like holding you."

He pulled me flush against him to demonstrate his point, and I felt his belt buckle poke me in the stomach. At least, I thought it was his belt buckle...

"Is this a date thing?" He asked, his eyes a little more hazel.

"Yes, sugah. Dancing is something couples do on dates." I answered.

"Are you happy?"

I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder. "Yes."

What a big heart I have—the better to love you with. Little Red Riding Hood, even bad wolves can be good...

He growled the words into my ear, back to Wolverine again. I smiled and nuzzled at his jaw, then took a chance and kissed him there, just below his ear. He gently pushed me back a bit, and I thought Logan was shutting us down again as we stopped moving. His eyes did look hazel, but instead of stopping, Logan sang the last part of the song to me.

Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good...You're everything a big bad wolf could wa-ant!

He actually had a really good singing voice, and he winked at me just before he threw his head back and howled with the song. Everyone near us stopped and stared, and a few people applauded. I just laughed happily and hugged him again.

"Good date, darling?" He mumbled in my ear.

I squeezed him tighter. "The best!"

"Good...can we leave now?"

"Yes, Ah'm ready to head back now."

He gave me a relieved look and quickly guided me back to our table, trying to ignore or avoid the people congratulating him. I got my basket and pumpkin bread, and we got out of the bar pretty quickly though. It was a bit of a fight to get back to the truck past all the people still outside, but we made it eventually. I spent the short drive back to the hotel looking over my bounty. I had made Logan dump off my candy in the truck whenever my basket got full, and I actually had two old RCSS bags of candy. Between all the candy I got, Wolverine and Logan dancing with me, and finally getting him to agree we had went on a date, it had been the best Halloween-birthday ever!

"What are you even going to do with all of that?"

I had all of my candy spread out on the sheet in front of me. I didn't want to put it directly on the motel carpet...not that I was entirely certain the sheet was much more sanitary, but they all still had their wrappers on, so I felt it was all fairly safe. Logan had taken off his ears and tail, but he'd kept on his dog tags, which I'd given back to him for the night since they went so well with his costume. But I had been too lazy to change out of my costume, although I had taken off the jacket now that I was warm and inside. I kind of wanted the tags back though.

"Eat it." I answered.

Logan sat down on the floor next to me and leaned against the bed. "Not tonight you aren't."

"Why? Will mah mouth be otherwise occupied?" I asked.

He drew his legs up and shifted his crotch away from me. "Watch it, Marie."

"Ah meant kissing."

Logan cleared his throat and may have even blushed a little. "What kind of candy do you have?"

I gave him a long stare just to watch him squirm before I answered. "This pile is normal American candy. This is the weird Canadian pile."

"I'm Canadian." He muttered.

"Awww, but yeh mah weird Canadian."

He snorted and looked over my candy pile again. I had Snickers, Reese's, and Kit-Kats. But no M&Ms. They were my favorite, and not a single person had given me M&Ms. Just some weird Canadian version. There were a lot of them in the Canadian pile, with a crap ton of Smarties too.

"What's that pile over there?" He asked, pointing to the third pile.

"That's the toss pile. Ah know Ah don't like any of those." I said.

"But that's the good stuff." Logan protested.

He scooted over and pawed through it, then unwrapped a piece and popped it in his mouth. I watched in grossed out amusement. That candy was all so icky, it wasn't even chocolate.

"Yah want some tapioca with that hard candy?" I asked him.

He glared at me, and I laughed. My laughter quickly died as he crawled toward me though. He looked like he was stalking me, and I expected to see his eyes flash gold, but they stayed completely hazel. This was all Logan, and he cupped my cheek when he reached me.

"You're pushing it tonight, darling."

I didn't even bother replying. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to tug him toward me, but he refused to budge. I lifted my face closer to his and whined, and then his lips were suddenly on mine.

It wasn't like how Wolverine kissed me or like in the romance novels I read. Those were soft and gentle, but Logan kissed me like we were dying. Maybe because I was and he wasn't. His lips slanted over mine for just a moment before his tongue swiped across my lips. I parted them half in shock and he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I didn't know what to do, but Logan sure did. He swept his tongue across the whole of my mouth, then flicked it against mine.

He sat back and took me with him, settling me in his lap. The movement broke our kiss, and I gasped for breath. Logan tasted like beer and hard candy, which might have been gross, except it was him. There was something else under those two tastes, something warm and yummy that I thought was just the way he tasted. Maybe that was how all men tasted...well, doubtful. I didn't think anything could taste as good as Logan.

"Tell me to stop." He panted.

I didn't have time to reply because he kissed me again. This time I opened my mouth having a bit more knowledge about what was going to happen. He groaned when I did, a deep sound that I could feel in his chest, and it made my insides clench. His tongue found mine again and rubbed against it, and that actually felt really good. I tried to do the same, and he made that sound again, which I couldn't help but echo. He gripped my thigh and pulled me even closer, and I could feel his buckle dig into my stomach, along with something just below that.

He threw his head back with a hiss, and the knowledge that I was doing this to him made my head spin and my body ache. I pressed down, trying to force that bulge further in between my legs. It felt so damn good there, even better than in my dreams. Logan's hands gripped my hips to keep me pressed there, like I might try to get away.

"Taste so good, little girl."

The deep low growl of his voice made me whimper and try to rock down for more, and his eyes darkened. I'd seen them get brighter when they turned gold, but I'd never seen this dark brown color, his pupil blown so wide his eyes almost seemed black. Then they were gone from my sight as he attacked my neck with his mouth, kissing and licking and sucking. I gasped loudly and let my head fall to the side for him to do whatever he wanted. I never knew my neck could feel so amazing, but his lips and tongue sent warmth through my neck and straight down between my legs. I was achingly aware that the only thing between me and him were jeans and one thin pair of panties. I rocked at just the right angle, and my panties dragged over my clit, causing me to half gasp and half whimper.

"That's it, darlin'." Logan snarled against my neck.

His hands kept my hips moving at the perfect angle, and I started to get lightheaded. It all felt so good. He finally eased up on his assault of my neck and leaned back to look at me. I probably should have been embarrassed of the noises and faces I made, but his face swam in front of me, the pleasure so intense I couldn't even focus. I let my head drop and laid my cheek against his shoulder, still rocking and whimpering.

"Use me. Just like that."

His words sparked a dim memory in the back of my mind, but I was too out of it to think of anything other than how good he felt beneath me. I rubbed my hands along his chest, practically clawing at his shirt as I searched for something more, anything else that would push me over the edge. His hands fumbled behind me as I arched my chest into his and rubbed against him. He pushed me back, and I made a desperate noise, thinking he was trying to make me stop.

Then he yanked the top of my dress down, and his mouth closed around my nipple. I didn't even know what kind of noise I made then, I just clutched at his head and tried to push my breast deeper into his mouth. He pulled back though, but lapped at my nipple, long swipes across my breast as I practically sobbed with pleasure.

"So close." He growled as he switched sides.

I wasn't sure which one of us he was talking about. I didn't really care. Logan could do whatever he wanted down there so long as he didn't stop rubbing my clit or licking my nipples. His right hand came up to brush his thumb over my other, neglected nipple. I whined and thrashed in his arms, just trying to get there. He snarled and used his left hand to slam my hips down a few more times, and then there I was, coming in Logan's arms.

His mouth came up and covered mine again, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in an imitation of the way we were rocking against each other below. I moaned my orgasm into his mouth, and he was making a near constant growling sound. I finally slumped against him, and he released my mouth with a groan. I expected cuddling, but he shoved something down hard over my head instead.

Then the next second, I was laying flat on the ground, and he had ran into the bathroom. I sat up in dazed shock at being ditched so quickly. I knew Logan had issues with commitment, but I didn't think he would literally run away from me just after getting busy. But then I heard a loud groan from behind the door, and my mouth dropped open.

Did he just...?

Apparently not, because he didn't sound like he had stopped. I could still hear little grunts and groans coming from the bathroom, and it made me start to feel warm and achey all over again. Especially because he sounded like he was deliberately being loud and letting me hear. My nipples felt cold without the warmth of his mouth, and when I looked down, I realized it was his dog tags he'd put back around my neck. I leaned against the bed and fixed my top while he went at it. He sounded almost like he was in pain, and I wondered how exactly masturbating worked for a man. Maybe I could get the Logan in my head to show me.

Fuck, darlin'. I can show you right now.

Try lickin' yer cum off yer fingers again.

Hey, fuck off! It's my turn!

Ya jest had yer turn!

A loud shout of my name cut off their argument and made me clench my thighs together. Damn, that was hot.

No more turns, guys. Ah'm with Real-Logan now. Go...find yeh own bathrooms.

Ya could still lick—

Shut up!

To their credit, they both retreated to the back of my mind without pushing the issue or making me feel guilty for using them. It was just a little disturbing to think that somewhere in my subconscious, they were jacking off.

Oh well.

I surveyed my still uneaten pile of candy and grinned at the memory of what we had just done. Even if Logan freaked out and regressed after this, that memory would work great for whenever I got a craving for "pizza." Water began running in the bathroom, probably a clean up shower. I had a general knowledge of the way male anatomy worked, thank you internet smut, so I figured Logan probably needed some time to wash himself off. And I might have to make an extra run to the laundry mat, since it sounded pretty messy, and he had still been fully clothed.

Would Logan let me keep his shirt or would that be too weird? I knew wanting to sleep in his possibly spunk-splattered shirt was definitely weird, but neither of us were exactly normal either. So how weird was too weird for us?

Well, like Logan said, I'd already pushed it tonight. A literally orgasmic second kiss was way better than what I had even hoped for anyway, so I should probably tone it down now and try not to scare him off.

With that thought in mind, I got up and changed into my pajamas. Real pajamas too, top and bottoms, not just an old shirt of his. I didn't mind that it didn't sound like Logan would be coming out of the bathroom anytime soon. If he was in the bathroom, I knew where he was and that was nearby. He could sleep in the damn tub if he wanted, just as long as he didn't try to run off and sulk somewhere else.

It actually took close to half an hour before he finally slinked back out, guiltily holding his balled up clothes in one hand and protectively clutching the towel at his waist with the other. His did in fact toss his clothes in the dirty, to be washed pile next to the bed. I'd moved my candy stash from the floor to on top of the bed, so I could watch a Halloween special of The Walking Dead while I worked my way through the American pile.

Logan grabbed his sleeping sweats and a flannel shirt, then went back in the bathroom to change. Like we'd never changed in front of each other before. Not even in a sexual way either, just two people living in one truck and small hotel rooms are bound to see each other naked at some point. It hadn't taken long for me to give up on any notions of modesty. As proven by my insistence at showing with him for a while there.

Those were the good old days...I really missed those showers. Logan being all naked and dripping. I liked the way the water ran through his chest hair. I knew he saw me watching too, because I caught him taking little glances at the way the water ran down my chest too. Just like how I stole peeks at his—

Ooo, better not think of that. Soon I'd need a clean up shower too. Actually, shouldn't I take a shower already? If Logan could smell what...went on down there—and there had been a lot of going on during that kiss...I clenched my thighs together and shifted around to check. Yep, I was definitely still feeling a little—

Moist?

That's an awful word. An' Ah thought yah were "busy" anyway.

Yer the one who decided t'start squirmin' around in yer own wetness. 'Scuze me fer takin' an interest.

I snickered at Wolvie's indignant tone. Logan came back out of the shower, still acting a bit skittish. I got up, and he practically flinched. I did my best to ignore it though and hoped he'd be a bit more mature about this when I got out of my shower, or at least by morning.

"Ah'm gonna take a shower." I announced.

Logan looked visibly relieved, so I must have been right about the smell thing. I didn't spend nearly as long in my shower, mostly just rinsed off and wiped between my legs. I had already been in my pajamas, so I dried off and put them back on, then went ahead and brushed my teeth. I probably needed all of the dental bonus points I could get after how much candy I had already eaten.

When I came back out of the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was that all of my candy was gone.

"Where's mah candy?" I demanded.

Logan reclined casually on the bed and shrugged. "I put it away for you."

"Ah want—"

"You've eaten enough already, Marie. You're going to make yourself sick." He said in his lecture voice.

I stomped over to the bed and climbed into my side with a huff. "Yeh mean."

"Didn't feel that way an hour ago." He muttered.

I looked over at him, and he seemed to realize what he'd just said. He shifted awkwardly in the bed beside me, like he might get out and bolt at any second.

"So we're dating now." I said, just to start things off.

He gripped the sheets. "Are you sure?"

I twisted around to glare at him. "Stop asking meh if Ah'm sure. It was nice the first fifty times, but it's been two months now, over two years total, so yes sugah, Ah'm sure."

"You might change your mind."

I crawled into his lap and lifted his head, forcing him to look at me.

"Ah won't. Ah have yah in mah head, an' Ah know this is a for-the-rest-of-mah-life sorta thing. Ah know what Ah'm asking for, an' that's what Ah want."

Logan slowly nodded, then pulled me closer and rested his head in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, and we just snuggled for a moment.

"Do you have to call me your boyfriend? It sounds stupid." He mumbled eventually.

"Yes. But yah get to call meh yeh girlfriend."

He made a slightly happier humming sound at that and squeezed me a bit tighter. I waited for a few more seconds, just in case another shoe dropped. When he didn't make any more arguments or try to leave, I returned the hug, squeezing him as tightly as I could while I smiled.

Logan was my boyfriend, and I was his girlfriend.

Ya gonna write Mrs. Anna-Marie Howlett in all yer notebooks?

Probably. I admitted.

Good.

Mine.

Logan's possessive agreement surprised me a little. That was usually Wolvie's area. But I was glad he felt like that, and I really hoped Real-Logan felt the same way.

"Sorry for ruining your second-first kiss."

I winced and pulled back a little. "About that...see...the thing is...Wolverine sort of alrea—"

"Son of a bitch!" He shouted.

"Ah—"

"What did he do?!" Logan demanded, cupping my cheek roughly.

I grabbed his wrist. "Logan, calm down."

He kept glaring, but after a few moments, he slowly lowered his hand back to his lap and looked away. I wrapped our fingers together and brushed my thumb over the back of his hand while he calmed down.

"Ah kissed him first, jus' like how Ah kiss yah on yeh cheek, but on the lips. An' he did the same for meh. That's all." I said.

Logan still growled a little. "Did he make you come?"

"No. But yah need to stop being jealous." I continued. "He's a part of yah, an' Ah love him too."

"You're mine." Logan argued.

I prayed for patience. "Do yah really want meh to only love yah? To have to always keep a part of yahself hidden away from meh? Ah think yah liked being able to share, knowing that Ah love every part of yah, including him."

He looked down and fiddled with the bedsheets again, staying quiet. I kept holding his hand and waited for him to get his thoughts together. I didn't want him to act like I was cheating on him every time I saw Wolverine. I had them both in my head, and I really did believe they were two halves of one person. Like they had been one whole person once, but then something really bad happened, and he just split down the middle.

And the thought of that "really bad something" reminded me of bathtubs and drowning.

The Logan and Wolvie in my head tried their best to keep that away from me and never let me see any of their worse memories, but I caught echoes of them in my dreams sometimes. Impressions of pain and gunfire and swallowing water. They had lived for who knew how long, and if anyone had gone through enough awful shit to warrant a psychological break, it was Logan. And as someone who literally heard voices, knowing my boyfriend had some serious psychologic issues and his very own alter ego didn't bother me as much as it really should. If anything, it made me feel less crazy.

"Fine." Logan finally grumbled, like a toddler forced to share his favorite toy. "But you have to tell me anything that happens with him."

"Fahne." I agreed. "But yah can't be jealous of it."

Logan scowled harder. "Fine!"

"Fahne!"

A/N: Would you believe I really only meant for them to make out in this chapter? But then I was like...I still have a lot of leftover smut flower crowns...so I just threw a few more at them.

The song is Little Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, and the shout out is to Peter Steele of Type O Negative, as requested by ExAmoreDolorem.

In addition to the shout out request, I also had a few requests for a Halloween special, such as two chapters per story this week instead of one. That didn't work out. BUT! I just so happen to have written two one-shots over the past month, out of random inspiration. Pure coincidence, I swear.

So the Halloween special is that I added two new fics, both about five to six pages. They'll actually be two-shots, because I'll add a second chapter of smut for both of them when I actually have this mythical thing I've heard of known as "free time."

And in honor of Halloween, the fics take place in a semi-AU verse, where everything is basically the same except Logan and Victor each have the ears and a tail of their respective animals. They also share a house, where they live together with their mates, Marie and (my own OC) Jackie. The Rogan one has a lot of "fluff n stuff" while the Victor one is a lot raunchier, and I think is good introduction to what you should expect to see from him and his mate when they pop up in this story.

(Recommended you read Home Sweet Home first, since it has a bit more explanation about their lives, whereas No Rest for the Wicked is pretty much one big "suck my cock" fic.)

Home Sweet Home: T-rated Rogan, in which Logan has dog ears and a tail, destroys the living room while Marie is gone, and humps her leg when she gets back. Bad man-puppy!

No Rest for the Wicked: M-rated VictorxOC, in which Victor has cat ears and a tail, wakes his mate up in the middle of the night for a sandwich, and then refuses to eat it.

Coming Up Next: Logan demands to know who the better kisser is, and Marie receives some unexpected news from home...