A/N: I'm putting an extra note up here to address an issue really quickly! I have heard your complaints about too much VictorxJackie, getting to know the X-Men, no Marie and Logan time. I didn't think it was that bad at first, but then I went back and actually did maths for you guys and realized that it was close to literally half of the previous chapter(s). And that is obviously not okay. So I am repentant and corrected, and I've made a new limit to how much non-Rogan stuff can appear in each chapter. Let me know if this chapter is better or if I still need to trim it down some more.
There is some extra Jackie in this chapter that doesn't show up in BBW, but I let that in here instead of cutting it because Marie does still have Jackie's voice in her head, and she's got to pop up sometime. Don't worry though, I plan for Jackie and Sabretooth's voices to be the first ones to go once Marie starts getting control of her powers/voices again. For future reference, Marie's inner voice is italics, Logan is bold italics, Wolverine is underlined italics, Jackie is regular BOLD, and Sabretooth is underlined bold.
Also, this is indeed the smut chapter. Do I really need to write some sort of warning about adults only?
Everyone stood up, and Logan walked over to push Professor Xavier's wheelchair. The professor didn't act surprised, so I gathered that was something Logan had done for him before. I walked beside the two of them, asking basic questions about the school.
"How many students are there?"
"Right now, we have a little over a fifteen hundred students." He answered.
I frowned, trying to decide if that was big or small. Fifteen hundred seemed like a lot of people, but didn't most colleges have tens of thousands of students? And how many grades did this school even have?
"To put that in perspective," Professor Xavier said, sensing my confusion. "That would be a little under half the size of a medium high school."
Logan grabbed his duffel as we paused in the mudroom, and I put on my backpack. Jackie had Victor carry her bag for her, and for a second I was distracted by the realization that Victor didn't appear to have anything with him other than the clothes he was wearing, which were torn and ripped, although his button up shirt did cover the worst of the damage. Jackie still wore his jacket though, and I'd kept Logan's leather jacket on throughout our impromptu meal.
"Ah thought yah said the school was full." I said as we grabbed our stuff.
"Yes, but the school is located in a mansion I inherited. Although we have made new editions and it is rather large, it was never meant to house so many people and classrooms." He explained.
Scott opened the van door and pushed a button when we came outside, and a ramp slowly began to extend from the van's opening. I assumed it was so the professor could be wheeled up into the van, but Logan had other ideas.
"Don't bother."
He hefted up the entire wheelchair, professor and all, and set it inside the van. For his part, Professor Xavier was a really good sport about it, only gripping the armrests a little tighter. Victor pulled a phone out of his pocket and barked out a series of numbers while that was going on, which my inner-Logan recognized as coordinates. A moment later, he flipped his phone shut and whistled at Logan, making a get over here motion with his head. Jackie stood beside him nonchalantly, as if nothing he did was unusual at all.
"We got our own ride, Jimmy." Victor said.
I made a mental note to ask Logan if maybe I should call him James, since that was his real name and all, but a giant black car poofed in front of us out of nowhere before I could really finish the thought. A man stepped forward and gave Victor a nod before poofing off again. I already started to forget what he had actually looked like, he had looked so average. He obviously wasn't though, since he apparently had the power to teleport himself and large vehicles around.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Klizick."
Before I could ask what a clizz-ick was or how to spell it, Scott came jogging over with a shout.
"We will not stand for your criminal associates popping in and ou—"
"How do you know he was a criminal?" Jackie asked in the middle of his rant.
"What?"
"He could have been a concerned friend." She pointed out, crossing her arms. "Or maybe that's his job. Maybe he works at a storage unit or as a valet. Why's he gotta be a criminal?"
"I—I am a mutant, you smar—" Scott stopped and looked back at the van. "But she—we can't allow—that's not...yes. I understand."
I guessed the professor had done his mental speaking thing again to tell Scott to behave, but when he turned back around, he still managed to give us all a withering glare, even from behind his visor.
"I will be watching each and every one of you." He threatened before stomping back to the van.
"Beam me up, Scottie!" Jackie shouted.
"And yah called Logan a horny, grumpy toddler." I said, glaring at her.
"Well I never said I wasn't. Speaking of which..." She took off running. "I call shotgun!"
"Hey, that's my spot!" Logan instantly protested.
I grabbed his hand to keep him from racing after her. "Can yah sit with meh instead? Ah really don't want to sit in the back next to her."
"Sure thing, darling." He agreed, wrapping his arm back around me. "Sorry I ain't been at my best lately."
He opened the door for me and helped me step up into Victor's car, then got in after me. I sat down in the seat behind the passenger's side, but Logan looked at me and patted his leg when he sat down. I quickly took him up on his offer and switched over to sit on his lap, and he kissed me before he buckled in his seat belt around me.
I snuggled into his arms and laid my head on his chest. "It's okay. Yah jus' got yeh brother back an' yeh seeing all yeh friends again. It's a lot to take in. Ah've been kind of out of it too."
"You been real quiet, kid. You alright?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. The nap on the plane helped, but Ah'd really jus' like some sleep in a real bed."
"I know you're officially sharing a room with Jackie, but since it's just the four of us up there, you can sneak over to my room any time." He said.
"Thanks, sugah." I smiled up at him. "Ah can sleep with yah tonight, can't Ah?"
"'Course you can."
Victor climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. Jackie had already gotten her precious passenger's seat next to him, and she twisted her head around to look at us.
"As long as he treats you right, I'll cover for you." She said.
I glanced over at her. "Logan treats meh better than anyone else."
"Just because no one's been that nice before, doesn't mean—"
"No, what Ah'm saying is, Logan treats me better than anyone else has ever been treated. He's the best." I replied.
She blinked, then grinned indulgently. "Well damn. I guess I'll just back my shit up then."
"Yah do that."
Jackie turned back around and started fiddling with the radio. I felt Logan tense beneath me, scowling at the back of Jackie's head as she flipped through the stations. At first I thought he was just annoyed by the music, but then I caught a hint of my inner-Logan's jealousy. He seemed convinced that Victor wouldn't let him touch his stuff like that and she had taken his spot at Victor's right hand side.
It was so cute.
"He still loves yah too." I reassured both Logans.
Real-Logan huffed and hid his face in my neck. He didn't want to admit or show it, but I knew he still cared about his brother, even if he couldn't remember. And from what I had seen in my head, and even somewhat in real life, Victor still cared about his little brother too.
"All alone, even when I was a child..."
Jackie found a song she liked and started singing along with it when the next verse started up. Jackie kept her voice whisper-soft, and I couldn't decide it it was soothing or creepy.
"I've always known, there was something to be frightened of."
Well that got creepy fast. I ran my hand through Logan's hair, but he took my hand and pulled off my glove. I stuffed it in his jacket pocket and continued petting him, using my nails to scratch along his scalp. He sighed in contentment and relaxed while Victor drove and Jackie kept singing a song about an old friend who's always with her.
It's a metaphor for depression.
Jackie?
Yeah. The song is about mental disorders, not Victor.
"Even with my eyes shut tight, I still see you coming now..." The real Jackie sang.
Um, yeah...can yah...go back to yeh room?
I thought I'd offer you some advice since you and shovel face were going to get it on.
Hey, fuck you, precious.
Ya need me t'clear her out, kitling?
"I think I'm breaking down again..."
Yah wanna add something too, Sabretooth? I asked crankily, since everyone seemed to have decided my mind was a block party.
I don't care about you. I have my mate.
I searched though his section in my mind, but I couldn't find any sort of feeling there that wasn't related to Jackie. Other people barely even registered in his mind as people. The only slight bit of concern he had for me was in relation to how my death might affect the real Jackie and Logan. But if they didn't mind me dying, he'd probably walk right over my corpse to get Jackie something out of the vending machine.
Victor might be the sadistic one, but Sabretooth was definitely a sociopath too. Just in his own special way.
Ah don't need yeh advice. Please be quiet.
Alright, damn. Just thought you might have some questions before you touch a dick for the first time.
For a second, I almost considered it. Jackie obviously had a lot of experience with sex, and it would be kind of nice to know what I was getting into. But I didn't necessarily know for sure Logan and I even would be having sex, and I trusted him not to laugh or judge or anything horrible. Besides, I'm sure Logan himself would me being a little bit ignorant over me having a sex talk with Jackie.
Damn straight. Your innocence is cute, darling.
And didn't the real me tell ya that ya could talk t'him 'bout this kinda stuff?
I nodded even though it wasn't necessary. Jackie grumbled a bit more but retreated into the back of my mind, with Sabretooth following behind her. I really hoped that those two would shut up and stay down, no matter what ended up happening between me and Logan.
S'alright, kitling. We'll keep guard.
We'll be quiet unless you ask, too.
I smiled and cuddled closer into the real Logan who'd dozed off, even though he technically hadn't done anything. I mentally hugged my boys and sent them off to watch over the clusterfuck that was my mind as we pulled up to the backside of the school. It was really dark outside, so I couldn't see much beyond the fact that it was a building. Scott's van pulled ahead of us, and a wall slid away for him to drive into. We followed behind him down a spiral, like in a parking garage. When we reached the bottom floor, I saw it really was a parking garage. All the staff must park their cars down in it, plus the school vehicles. Victor did an amazingly neat parking job that made me jealous, because I knew I would've sideswiped at least five other cars if I had tried it.
I shook Logan gently to wake him up. "C'mon, Logan! Ah wanna see our rooms!"
He snorted and huffed like a dog waking up, and I grinned excitedly as I undid our seatbelt and grabbed my backpack. I was at a mutant high school, I had a new room, and I was maybe getting some tonight. If I just sort of willed myself to forget the whole kidnapping thing and that my parents still didn't want me...okay, today was really sucky, but it was looking up at least.
"Slow down, kid." Logan grumbled, grabbing his duffel as he followed me out the car. "I thought you said you were tired."
As soon as he said it, I felt it. "Oh mah gawd, Ah am. Why'd yah have to remind meh?"
He leaned down and sniffed me to make sure I was alright. I felt really tired, but other than that, I didn't think anything was wrong with me. I didn't even feel all that tired. It was that exhausted-adrenaline kind of tired, where you stay up so long that your body decides it can do anything even though you still kind of feel like you might collapse at any moment. I'd only reached this level of tired once before, when I stayed up literally all night to finish a school project. I didn't even touch my bed, and I still had to go to school the next morning. I felt great, like I could kill somebody if they sneezed a little too loud.
Jackie climbed out of the car and looked around the garage. "Okay, wow. I definitely didn't get this part of the tour the last time I was here."
"Yah've been here before?" I asked.
"Yeah, my parents dragged me to a fundraiser event here about a decade ago when it was still pretty new." She said like it was no big deal.
Victor hit the lock button on his key fob, and his car echoed loudly in the nearly empty garage. Scott was still struggling to get the ramp to work, but we'd parked pretty far away from them. Logan looked over like he might go help, but he nodded a little bit and guided me in the opposite direction instead, with Victor and Jackie following behind us.
"These are the lower levels. I'm sure Chuck'll give you a real tour sometime tomorrow." Logan told us.
"What's down here?" I asked him, amazed at how shiny-clean everything looked.
"Garage, jet hanger, medical bay, gym, and training room." He came to a stop next to some elevators. "Maybe some other stuff."
I stared up at him. "Superhero training?"
"Don't call them that." He muttered. "Especially not if they can hear it. Damn egos are big enough already."
But they totally wore. They even had the ridiculous suits. I held back a grin imagining Logan in one of those suits. I bet he would look real nice in skin tight black leather. That's what he had probably done when he was here last. He had been a superhero. God, my boyfriend was so cool.
The elevator opened with a ding, and Logan lead me inside, drawing me close to him as the doors shut. I leaned back against his chest and rubbed the hand he placed on my ribcage. Tight, enclosed spaces were definitely not good for the Wolverine, so I tried to strike up a conversation with Jackie to fill the silence. I doubted he wanted to try to talk right now, but listening to us speak might be a good distraction.
"What was the fundraiser like?"
"Like a day at the zoo." Jackie answered in a flat voice. "Oh look at that one, honey! Don't get too close though, it might bite."
"Oh. Yeh parents didn't like mutants?"
"No, they loved mutants." She replied with a twisted smirk. "My grandfather was black, but that didn't stop them from being racist. Made it hard to claim social superiority though. Then the mutants came along, and they had a whole new class of people to look down on. They were overjoyed."
So that answered a few of my questions. I didn't want to just ask her are you black, but I'd wondered about it. I didn't understand how her parents could be racist if one of their parents were black, but I definitely empathized with having parents who looked down on people, especially mutants.
Logan hauled me out of the elevator as soon as we reached our floor, but I didn't mind his fast pace. I knew he wanted to be out of there as soon as possible, and he slowed down a few feet down the hall. There were a few soft lights on, but not enough for me to catch much. I blinked and concentrated, and my eyes actually adjusted to the dim lighting really quickly. Which was kind of weird since I hadn't been able to see much out of Victor's car, but I wasn't complaining.
"The classrooms I saw were in a different part of the school...mansion. Place." Jackie's eye roll was practically audible. "Whatever."
The halls had thick carpeting beneath our feet in some darker color I couldn't really make out. There were paintings hung in between doorways, along with the occasional vase or bust. It almost looked like we were taking a tour through a museum. Jackie was right to call it a mansion. Professor Xavier's family must have been really rich from the 19th century or something.
"These rooms are more for the faculty since they were the servants' rooms and quarters back in the day." Logan explained. "The kitchen's down that way, and the nice, shiny, open to the public rooms are past there."
He waved back at the direction we had come from and yanked open an old wooden door at the right end of one hall. The rest of the hall turned left, and this door was sort of hidden out of the way. It groaned as it opened, and I sneezed from the smell of dust. Logan let me go first, and I walked up a narrow, enclosed staircase. At first I worried that Logan might feel claustrophobic about this space too, but when I looked back at him, I caught him leering at my ass. The height of the stairs put his face at the perfect height to get a good view as I climbed up ahead of him. I blushed, but grinned at him a little, happy that my hopes to get into both his bed and room looked promising.
I tried the door at the top of the stairs, but it was stuck fast. Logan came up next to me, and I stepped to the side so he could slam it open with his shoulder. We stepped into a new hall, one that was just a straight line with two doors on either side. It didn't look very big, and it definitely didn't look like many people had come up here anytime soon. But I liked the idea that it would just be the four of us in this semi-secluded little space. Jackie might be a bitch and Victor might be a serial killer, but at least they were family.
"Which side is which?" Jackie asked.
"Left side is me and Victor." Logan said. "Right is bathroom and your room."
I adjusted my backpack and tried not to look at Jackie and Victor directly while still totally eavesdropping. Did they have plans for tonight too? I didn't need to know about any of that, but I was still waiting for them to kiss and declare their eternal love for each other. But Logan grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into his room before anything happened, slamming the door behind him. I hoped Jackie didn't mind door slamming, because I had never managed to break my man-puppy of the habit.
He threw his duffel next to the bed and set our pillow on top. I walked farther in and set my backpack down next to the duffel bag, as I looked around. The room had a bed, a large dresser, and a nightstand. Literally nothing else, except linens on the sheet. The professor said Logan used to have one of these rooms, but if this was it, the only trace of him left was an old radio, and I wasn't even sure that was his. He went over to it though and flipped it on, setting the volume low.
I giggled at the thought of him trying to be smooth. "Yah don't have to set the mood."
He made a face as I slung his jacket over the bedpost. "No amount of insulation will cover up the noises that are about to come from Victor's room."
"Or um...ours?" I asked, dropping my gaze to the floor at the last second.
Maybe I should have asked Jackie for some advice.
"You're killing me, darlin'. Get over here." Logan ordered with a groan.
I ran over to him, and he caught me in his arms. He growled lowly as I buried my face in his chest, not even caring about his blood stained shirt.
"We can just cuddle and go to sleep, if you don't want t—"
"Ah wanna." I immediately corrected him. "An' anyway, Ah thought Wolverines didn't cuddle."
"Only for you. I got a reputation to maintain." He said, kissing my temple.
I lifted my head back up to get another kiss, and he quickly covered my mouth with his. He started out slow, but as soon as our tongues met, it got a lot more heated.
"I gotta touch you, darlin'." He growled when we broke apart.
"Yes, please."
"Clothes off?" He asked in a rough voice.
"If mah skin..." I worried my bottom lip. "Will yah be careful?"
"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." Logan touched his forehead to mine. "Always."
"Yes."
I stepped away and raised my arms up so he could undress me. Wolverine had wanted to take off my shirt himself back at the hotel, so I went off of that. It didn't take Logan long to tug my shirt up over my head and pull me back in for another kiss. He worked at getting my jeans off while we made out, and I took the scrunchie out of my hair so it could fall back down. He pulled my panties off himself and stepped back a little to look over me. Some nervousness rushed back, but I tried to remind myself that he had already seen me naked before, and Wolverine thought I was pretty so he probably did too.
"It's okay." Logan whispered.
He held my hand and drew me in closer, and we wrapped our arms around each other. I rested my cheek back against his chest while he nuzzled into my neck, rubbing his hands up and down my back. It was so much of my skin exposed all at once though, and my nerves grew. The more I thought about my skin turning on, the closer I got to being scared. And the closer I got to being scared, the more I agonized about my skin turning on.
And then it did.
"Stop." I gasped.
Logan did, letting go and stepping back immediately, just like he'd promised. That made me feel a lot better and a million times worse. I stared at my socks and tried to fight back tears. The quick "hit" of Logan I'd gotten brought in good feelings, warmth and safety and arousal. The Logan in my head made his presence a little more known, but it still wasn't enough to make me feel better about being untouchable. Real-Logan reached out, and I barely stopped myself from flinching. He touched my hair instead of my skin though, wrapping enough of it around two of his fingers that he was able to safely lift my chin.
"It's okay." He repeated softly. "I'll stop if you want, but you can hug me, if tha—"
I practically threw myself at him. Of course I wanted to hug him, I just didn't want to hurt him. Even if he would heal from it, convulsing on the floor wasn't exactly sexy, and I did not need another Cody incident. His flannel shirt was torn in a couple of places, but not so badly that it didn't still protect him. And he had his wife beater underneath, twisted around enough from his natural movements that not all the holes in the two of them lined up perfectly to present his bare skin. He was able to put his arms back around me, although he had to keep his hands held out, making it a little awkward.
"We can stop, I can put on gloves, or we can try touching again." He offered. "What do you want?"
"Gloves." I mumbled, hoping that would be safe enough but not completely ruin the mood.
"Alright, just hold on one second."
He stepped back to kneel down next to his duffel and root through it. I stood nervously beside the bed, waiting until he tugged on a pair of gloves and then stood back up, offering me the silky black gloves I'd worn on Valentine's Day.
"Would you wear these?"
"Why?" I asked even as I took them.
"Because uh, I uhm..." He actually blushed. "Reasons."
"A pizza fetish and a glove kink? Careful sugah, Ah think Ah'm corrupting yah." I manged to smile at him as I pulled the gloves on, and I had to admit I felt kind of sexy in them.
Especially when he stared at me and swallowed hard. I thought I even heard a small growl.
"You've done something to me alright—something good." He quickly added.
I reached for him. "Can we cuddle now?"
He grabbed my hand and lifted me into his arms. I gasped and then giggled as he tossed me lightly onto the bed, immediately burrowing in after me. We wriggled and flopped around in a decidedly not sexy flail of arms and legs until he got his boots off and we both got under the covers. He carefully arranged my hair over my neck so he could rest his head against my shoulder, and I held him like that as I petted his hair again. We finally got to lie down and be together, and I knew he needed the down time to be sure that I really was safe and back with him.
"It's okay." I murmured as I stroked through his hair.
He eventually lifted his head and adjusted to lay his cheek on the pillow, his head slightly above mine. He stroked from my shoulder to my hip and back up again, then back down and up, over and over until I wished I could purr too.
"Can Ah touch yah?" I whispered.
I had gloves on, so it should be safe as long as I kept the rest of my body from touching his. And anyway, he'd gotten to touch, kiss, and lick a lot of my body. A lot. Whereas I'd never even gotten to really feel up on his chest. And it was such a nice chest...I wanted to spend tonight touching his body. I needed my own reassurances, that he was also safe and here with me.
Logan rolled over onto his back in reply, and I scooted closer. I smoothed my hand over his ruined shirt, trying to feel the muscles underneath. But between the three layers of wife beater, flannel shirt, and my gloves, I could barely feel a thing. I tugged at his top shirt in question, and he didn't resist when I began to unbutton it. He sat up a bit to help me tug it off and toss it in the general direction of his duffel. I wanted to take off his wife beater too, but he grabbed my hand.
"Sorry, darlin'. But I really don't think it's a good idea for us both to be naked...ain't 'cause of your skin." He added when I looked down in disappointment. "It's...I'm trying to be good here, but you gotta help me out."
My eyes focused on his crotch, and I realized what I really wanted to happen tonight. I wanted to be able to please him the way he had done for me. I wanted him to know that I was a sexy woman, not a little kid. I wanted to be able to touch him wherever I chose.
I undid the button on his jeans. "That's jus' what Ah'm trynta do."
"I—you—" He stuttered.
"Yah've already done it for meh, an' Ah wasn't even awake once, an' Ah really want to help yah too, please Logan, can Ah, please, please, please?"
He jerked his head in a shaky yes, and I quickly undid his zipper before he could change his mind. Logan never wore underwear, so as soon as I unzipped his jeans, there it was. I wrapped my hand around it before I could change my mind and because I was naturally curious. I'd seen his penis before, in the shower and in changing mishaps—that one time in the bathroom where I yanked off his towel and practically face planted in his crotch. But I'd never gotten the chance to really see it, to look all I wanted and even to touch.
It was...a penis. What seemed like a very large penis, despite my lack of experience. But still not a rainbow of magical sunlight. I tilted my head to the side and studied it. There was a lot of hair at the base of it, but not so much that it seemed gross or messy. Probably about the same amount of hair that I had, only darker. I decided I liked the hair because it would look even weirder without it.
Not that his penis looked weird exactly, but it was definitely NOT a vagina. It was literally the exact opposite of a vagina, and being the first and only one I'd ever seen in real life, it was kind of...strange? Different...? I squeezed it very, very gently, and he bucked his hips up, making the shaft of it slide along my gloved hand. The skin actually moved, like it wasn't attached, and I had to breathe in deep to keep from freaking out about that because that was definitely weird. It wasn't like a stick either, pointing straight down. And it didn't point out. It stood up instead, like it might touch his stomach if my hand wasn't there. It was even slightly curved, which was maybe normal...?
"Ah knew it would be hard, 'cause it's...a penis an' all...but Ah didn't know it would be this hard!"
I looked up at him, and he stared back down at me with his breath panting out harshly from his open mouth. I could make out a very faint blush on his face, hiding beneath his muttonchops. He seemed to try to speak, but couldn't make it work and settled for reaching down, guiding my hand over the length of him. I watched as his head tipped back and his eyes fluttered shut.
"Like that." He groaned.
I could conquer the world. I had unlocked the secret to world domination. Logan was the most badass man in at least nine planets, and yet I was pretty sure I could do literally anything I wanted to him at that moment. I was invincible, and this was the best night ever. I glanced down and gave his penis another curious look. It had a really big vein down the middle, and it widened a bit at the end, then got smaller at the tip. Like a V, but with a more rounded end. I wouldn't call it a U though. Did that mean he was circumcised or uncircumcised? I knew they cut something off to do that, but I couldn't tell if anything was missing or not.
I decided to ask him later and focus on the task...literally at hand. I moved my hand back down to the base, trying to keep my grip light so I didn't tug something wrong and hurt him. When I tugged back up though, I tightened my grip a bit because that's what he had done. He made another loud groan and then what almost sounded like a whimper. I quickly looked back up at him to be sure I hadn't done something wrong. He certainly looked like he was enjoying it though, so I gave him a small smile.
"Like this?" I asked.
I did it again, glancing between his penis and face to make sure I'd done it right. He let go of my hand and grabbed the sheets, bucking his hips up again.
"Just like that, Marie." He growled.
I grinned down at him in triumph, and he propped himself up on his elbow. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in closer, but his lips only ghosted over mine. At first I thought he was teasing, but as his lips hovered patiently over mine, I realized he was waiting for permission. I surged forward and kissed him, my wonderful man-puppy hero. It was a little difficult to focus on two things at once, but he had the thrusting thing under control. I just tried to keep up with my hand and not squeeze anything too hard. He led the kiss too, until my skin randomly flickered on. I wasn't even afraid of anything that time. It was probably just stress and some left over nerves, but once it happened, I broke our kiss and jerked back.
Logan panted up at me with dark eyes. "Please, don't stop."
No woman with a working uterus could resist that. Even men—well, that was neither here nor there. I only debated with myself for a second before I caved. I pushed him back down on the mattress though. If I wasn't stopping, then I needed to know exactly what was going to happen. And even though he hadn't touched my skin without permission, it still wasn't enough. I needed to be in control, and I relaxed when he laid back down compliantly. I swung my legs over his to straddle his thighs, his penis now right in front of me. The up and down motion had become easier to do automatically, so I leaned down and tried kissing him again. He tried to take over again, so I stopped. When I was sure he'd gotten the message, I kissed him again, and he let me lead that time.
But as fun as kissing was, I wanted to mark him the way he and Wolverine had marked me. I still had several large hickeys on my neck, and a near permanent bite mark where my neck and shoulder met, thanks to Wolverine. I moved down and nipped at the same spot on his neck, and he thrusted up even harder into my fist with a growl. I wasn't expecting that, and the tip of his penis brushed across my stomach. I gasped and looked down, catching sight of a glistening wet smear next to my belly button. His penis had started...uhm, leaking. I didn't know if that meant he was coming or what, but he snarled and did it again. I almost worried about my skin, but a quick glance at his face convinced me that he was really into it. I didn't want to stop now, and I hadn't even marked him yet.
I was his mate, and I loved everything about that. But he would damn well know that he was my mate too. There would be no more of that "kid" bullshit. We were equal partners in this, and I was going to claim him the same way he claimed me.
"Marie..." He groaned, urging me on.
I sunk my teeth into his neck harder, and he snarled beneath me, his hips going wild.
"Marie, look at me."
Uhhmmmm, yes, that sex voice. I followed his order, and when our eyes met, his had darkened to such a deep shade of brown, they looked almost black.
"M'gonna come."
"Yes." I gasped.
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
"Wanna come on you. Can I do that, darling?" He asked, his voice strained.
His eyes screwed shut briefly as I forgot and tugged a little harder. He opened them again, and I stared back nervously. I may not have any practical knowledge with sex, but his memories sometimes crossed over in my dreams. And then there was TV and the internet...did he mean on my face? Because that didn't really sound pleasant.
He lifted his hands and brushed them up my sides, almost to my chest. "Here...maybe some here."
I sat back up, and he looked disappointed until I asked, "Yours?"
"Mine." He replied with a possessive snarl.
His hand wrapped back around mine, squeezing it much tighter around his penis than I expected he would want it. He jerked my hand up roughly, setting a fast pace. If it hurt at all though, he certainly didn't show it. His mouth fell open and he stared at me from beneath his lashes. He was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen in my life, and I couldn't believe I got to be the one to do this to him. I couldn't hold back a whimper of wanting. I wanted it for him.
He pumped even harder into my fist, and his penis grew impossibly large for a moment before he came. I knew for sure he came then because there was no possible way I could miss it. He spurted over my stomach and chest, long white stripes that were a little thicker than I expected. His orgasm looked almost violent, but I supposed that was just typical of men. His eyes closed with the pressure of it, and he sank back into the mattress. He'd let out plenty of groans and even a shout at first, but the last noise he made was a deep sigh of pure relief, like he'd been waiting his whole life for this moment.
I almost cried, but I knew that would freak him out, and I didn't want to ruin this for him. So I pushed my tears back down, even when he blinked slowly and stared up at me like I was a goddess.
"Marie...darling..." He whispered.
If I smiled any wider, my face might split. He sighed again and shut his eyes, his face entirely blank of any stress or worry. My mate looked so peaceful, and I was so glad I had been able to do that for him. I thought he had gone to sleep, but then his eyes snapped back open, glowing gold.
Wolverine sat up and pressed a light kiss on my lips.
"Did Ah do good?" I asked him.
"You did great. Men just like to go to sleep afterwards. When it's really good, we feel all warm and sleepy." He explained.
"That's cute." I smiled at him, then cocked my head. "So is Logan asleep then...?"
"He's...relaxing. He let me take over for my turn." Wolverine said.
"Yeh turn?"
He swiped his tongue over his lips. "I made you a promise, Marie."
I remembered. Oh boy, did I remember. But I hadn't expected...my eyes darted down to his lips of their own accord, my mind diving right into the gutter as I imagined him finishing where he had left off.
"You alright with that?"
"M-mah skin..."
I hated to protest or put up any sort of argument at all, but what if I accidentally gripped his head with my thighs and he literally suffocated? He lifted his hand up to his face and ripped off his glove with his teeth. I felt myself clench around nothing at the sight and more importantly, the implication.
"It doesn't matter to me." He cupped my cheek slowly enough that I could have said no. "It won't hurt me. I don't mind if it turns on, I just don't want you to be scared."
Would if be selfish of me to say yes and risk hurting him? But he said it didn't hurt and he didn't care. And God, I could actually feel how wet I was from watching him. It didn't take long for me to give in, and he flipped us over when I nodded. He kept a careful hand on my back to lay me down gently, and then he pulled off his other glove and buttoned his pants back up. I kind of wanted to tell him to take them off and his wife beater too so we could both be naked, but that probably was a bad idea. He sat back on his haunches and swept his gaze over me, letting out a growl of approval.
"You're mine, too." Wolverine told me.
"Yah have all of meh, an' Ah have all of yah." I replied.
"Yes."
He touched my stomach again, but I didn't freak out like last time. Wolverine apparently didn't care at all whether my stomach was perfectly flat or not...and it wasn't. I might be small and slim, but even I had a tiny bit of baby fat left over on my stomach, but he seemed much more interested in rubbing his cum into my skin. I blushed at the action, but I knew he was just marking me in a new way. And it actually felt really nice. Kind of warm, like a massage. He bent over for another kiss, licking at my lips until I opened up for him. We made out for almost a minute before he broke away and left another mark on my neck, then braced himself on his elbow to lean over me.
"Logan forgot to say it—again—but we love you. You're our mate, forever." He said softly.
"He shows it to meh." I reassured him with a large smile. "But Ah like hearing it from yah. Ah love yah too, mah mate, forever."
He kissed me briefly, gave my neck another quick nip, and then worked his way down the rest of my body. I wanted him to do that licking thing with my nipples again, but I was also sort of relieved when he skipped over them to go lower. He only paused at my stomach, to rub his cheek against it and purr. Wolverine definitely didn't mind my stomach. He didn't linger long though, and he moved down to place little kisses and licks below my belly button. After some indecision, I settled my hand in his hair. He pulled it off though, but only to tug my other glove off with his teeth. And I thought him doing it with his own glove had been sexy. He kissed my wrist and lowered his head to suck a hickey on my collarbone, then nipped lightly at the other one. I hadn't bothered even attempting to hold back my moans this time, and I tried pushing my hips up too, desperate for some relief.
Being the tease that he was, Wolverine nuzzled into the hair between my legs first. I didn't know whether to blush, pout, or beg for more. I think I might have done all three, but my brain stopped working when he suddenly drew back and licked me. I gasped, and my back arched off the bed. His fingers touched me next, feeling warm and surprisingly gentle. He stroked up and down my folds, then parted them with his thumb and finger. I took in deep breaths through my nose, trying to keep them long and slow so I didn't start hyperventilating.
But he cut off that train of thought when he licked me again, his tongue swiping over my vagina this time. I'd only ever felt my fingers there, and to feel something warm and wet instead felt weird at first. Then he groaned, the vibrations doing wonderful things to my insides, and I decided I liked it with an answering moan. He lapped all around my opening and worked his way up, and if my brain had been working, I would have helped him find what he was looking for.
Being the god that he was, Wolverine found my clit without any directions. I'd gotten used to the wet feeling, especially considering I was already soaked down there anyway. And the warm softness of it felt so much better than my own fingers.
"Good?" He asked, stopping the divine pleasure.
"Gawd yes! Please, Wolvie..."
I might have shoved his head down, but if I did, no one could fault me for it. He didn't seem upset at all and returned to his ministrations. He licked right over it again, but that caused so much sensation, I almost couldn't feel it. Wolverine was a damn fast learner though, and he licked right beside it next, the side of his tongue barely scraping over my clit. He circled all around it next, teasing me until I really did need his tongue right on it. I whimpered and yanked at his hair, trying to remember how to use my people words. He caught on to what I wanted and swiped over it, and I jerked my hips up. I kind of hit him in the face a little bit, but the stubble around his chin and his muttonchops rubbing against my thighs felt so good. He held my hips down the next time he licked me, and he didn't let up that time.
I tried to warn him that I was going to come the way Logan had warned me, but nothing came out of my mouth except more desperate moans and whimpers. He let out a low growl, and that felt even better than when he groaned. I was practically sobbing at the point, and he made it both better and worse when he closed his lips around my clit and purred as he sucked.
I came like no woman ever came before or ever will.
I might have died for a second.
I definitely screamed.
Just like in my dream of Logan, Wolverine didn't stop with the pleasure until I thought I would break from it, and my legs jerked with every small lick. I whined and pushed his head away before the sun exploded, but he only shifted lower and lapped around my folds. I laid still in an after-orgasm-coma while he cleaned up, feeling like the most luxurious, pampered woman in existence. When he finished, he moved up the bed and laid down next to me. I didn't waste any time in snuggling up next to him, making happy noises while I tried to remember how to speak English.
"Good?" He asked me again.
"Really good. Ah feel all warm an' sleepy." I said with a yawn.
He chuckled softly and pulled me closer. "Then sleep, kitling. I'll stay with you."
"Love yah." I managed to mumble out before I fell asleep.
"I love you too."
A/N: Okay, wow. This ended up being almost three pages longer than the BBW version, and twice as long as some of the chapters I have been putting out! Mostly because I included a lot more description on Marie's end, her being a virgin and all. For those of you who are wondering, Logan is uncircumcised in this fic. Male circumcision didn't really happen in America until the mid 1900s. So Logan being born in Canada in the mid 1800s, no cutting. And I definitely can't imagine him allowing anyone to cut off part of his penis since then. However, I have never had sex with an uncircumcised man (about 60% of Americans, America being one of the few countries who haven't stopped the practice), so if I describe something wrong, please forgive me.
And if anyone notices or wonders why Marie uses un-sexy, clinical terms like "penis" and "vagina," I account that to her being a virgin as well. But don't worry, Logan will quickly educate her on the proper terms to describe his "penis" and on dirty talk in general!
Next chapter will have some JackiexVictor backstory, but only because Sabretooth is explaining part of what happened to him and Logan. Marie even gets to meet and talk to Logan's inner child...
Also, I did internet research on this chapter, having never seen an uncircumcised penis before. That's right, I looked at random internet dicks and illustrations just to be accurate, so I think I need review love to help me recover from that traumatic experience!
