You've got an awfully kissable mouth. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby Girls

"Annie, are you awake in there?"
I blinked, looking up from my bowl of cereal to find that Scott was standing across the table from me.
"Barely." I gave him a small smile. "I didn't exactly sleep well last night. Are you heading out?"
He nodded. "The term students will be coming back in a week, so there's a couple of things to organise. Then Bobby and I will be taking the year-round students out for the rest of the day. Try not to worry about everything too much, alright?"
"I'll do my best." I watched him leave, then finished my breakfast. As far as I knew, Logan was still asleep, so it was just me and my thoughts for a while.
I placed my bowl in the dishwasher, then headed upstairs to my room. Pulling my clothes off, I stepped under the warm water of the shower. I tried not to think about what was going on, but I couldn't avoid it. There was just so much circling around in my head, and no matter how much I tried to avoid it, all I could think about was if they would really hurt Logan to get to me. I didn't even know who they were, so I couldn't really know anything.
I stood in there for nearly ten minutes, just trying to keep myself together. There was nowhere else I could hide. Now that I'd used my powers for the first time in two years, they would be tracking me somehow. The school was the safest place I could be.
Finally getting out, I pulled on a skirt over some tights, then zipped on my jacket. If I couldn't feel calm, I was at least going to look good, in the hope that it would help a little.
I was just brushing my hair back into a bun when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Sliding the last pin into place, I walked over and opened it, finding Logan standing there.
"You scrub up nice, Red." He gently cuffed my chin as he walked into the room. "Did you dress like that just for me?"
I shook my head, kicking the door shut. "This is how I dress most of the time."
"It suits you." He sat down on the end of my bed. "You were holding something back yesterday. Was there something you wanted to say?"
"When I left here, I went home. To where I was born." I leaned against the wall.
"To Scotland?"
I nodded. "Mama used to tell me stories of her sister, Isla. Stories of how they would practise the old religion, keeping it alive in our family. I figured that if there was anyone who could teach me how to get control, it was her. So I went to the village to find her. She taught me so many things, and I finally learned how to use my powers properly." Hesitating, I looked down at my feet.
He got up, walking over to me. Placing his finger under my chin, he tilted my head up to look at him.
"What happened?" He asked.
"One night, some men came to the village, looking for me. We fought them off, but they said that the man who hired them would keep coming for me." I stared up into his blue eyes, hoping that I could get through the story before I started to cry. "Isla sent me back here after that, saying that the only way for me to stay safe was to not use my powers anymore. That was just a few months ago."
His hand was on the side of my neck now, his thumb brushing the edge of my jaw. My tears were quickly forgotten, replaced by a warm feeling spreading from where he was touching me.
"If you wanted to stay safe, why did you use them now?" He rested his hand on my waist.
My breath caught in my throat as I tried to choose my words. "Because of you. Because I spent six years telling myself I hated you, but as soon as I was asked to find you, I jumped at the chance to see you again." I held his gaze, feeling my heart pound. "Because when I was at my most out of control, you were the one who always stayed. And because," I rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing too. "You're the only person who ever made me feel truly safe."
He didn't reply, just took a step closer until he was pressed right up against me. He lowered his head, his nose softly brushing mine. I gasped, my lips parting just slightly. Finally he kissed me, just gently at first, but it was enough to make all the nerves in my body go wild.
I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss, nudging my lips even further open. Sweeping his tongue over mine, he pulled back when he hit my piercing.
"When did you get that?" He asked shakily.
"A couple of years ago." I replied, a little frustrated. "Do you really want to discuss this now?"
He picked me up by my waist, so that we were at the same level. "I just want to know if there are any other surprises I should be expecting."
I wrapped my legs around him, reaching down to unzip my jacket a little. "Since you haven't seen it all before, I'd say there's quite a few."
He almost threw me backwards onto the bed, pulling off his shirt and climbing over me. I propped myself up on my elbows, pressing my lips to his for just a second.
"Everything about you," He whispered, pulling my hair out of its bun. "From your red hair to the way you taste, you seem to be designed to make me want to lose control."
"What's stopping you?" I lay back, my hands resting on the pillow above my head.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss between my breasts. Then he kissed his way up to my lips, leaving warm spots on my skin.
"Because I could hurt you." He said, finally. "And I've done more than enough of that for one lifetime."
"I'm not fragile, Logan. Not anymore." I reached up, touching his cheek. "And I need you to trust that I know my limits." When he nodded, I drifted my hands lower, along his chest. "But I won't break under your touch, I promise. Now, are you going to go searching for surprises, or am I going to have to kick you out?"
He kissed me, inching the zip of my jacket lower and lower, until he saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. Then he yanked it down, revealing the upside down bat that I'd had tattooed on my torso, each wing curving under a breast. I slid my arms out of the jacket, throwing it aside.
Looking up at me, he waited for my approval. His eyes had darkened, as the animal inside him fought to get out. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
He ran his tongue over my chest, gently nipping my breasts. One hand was unhooking my skirt and the fingers of the other were tracing my lips. I kissed the tips of his fingers, moaning as he bit my right nipple.
He shuddered, pressing his lips to my stomach, just above my hips.
"Logan…" I breathed, my eyes fluttering closed as he pulled my tights and underwear off. "Please…"
"Not yet, Red." He kissed me hard, before returning to my legs. He traced the rose tattoo on my inner thigh with his tongue.
He moved further up, his tongue between my legs now. I stifled a yelp as he licked me, sending waves of heat and pleasure sweeping through my body. He moved back up, sliding his pants off and kicking them aside.
"Wait." I whispered, pressing my hand to his chest.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his face softening for a moment.
"Nothing. But there's something I want." Propping myself up on my elbows, I leaned in until my mouth was close to his ear. "I want all of you, Logan." I nipped his neck a couple of times. "I want the wolverine."
I must have said the right thing, because the next thing I knew, he'd deftly flipped me over onto my hands and knees and was slamming into me from behind. He started slowly, testing my body.
A groan escaped my lips, and I struggled to balance as he filled me inside, hitting exactly where he needed to. But he was taking so long, thrusting so slowly, and I wanted more. So when the next thrust came, I pushed my hips back against him.
He wrapped my hair around his hand, yanking me up against him.
"You're treading into dangerous territory, Red." He nipped at my neck, his long canines almost, but not quite piercing my skin.
I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair. "I like danger."
I felt the growl rumbling up in his chest before I heard it, and it was unlike anything I'd ever heard. It was primal, ferocious, and it made me moan. He picked up the pace, wrapping his hand around my throat. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care, even as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. Every thrust built the pressure inside me, and I knew I wouldn't last long with the way he was fucking me.
His free hand slid down my body, his fingers slowly tracing circles over my clit. I shuddered, nearly tumbling forward, but he held me in place. He buried his face in my neck, nipping here and licking there, until my body couldn't take any more. As the pleasure and ecstasy rushed through my body, I let out a scream. It was stronger than any climax that had come before, and I knew I would need more before long.
His grip on me tightened, the hand between my legs sliding up to my chest. His thrusts were more erratic now, and I knew he wouldn't be long. I slid my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer against me.
Turning my head, I kissed him, biting his lower lip. He pushed my face away, returning his lips to my neck. One more thrust, that deep growl rumbling out of him again, and he emptied his soul inside me. He bit my shoulder as he came, sinking his teeth into my skin. A small trail of blood ran down my body, but I didn't care. The pain was so mixed with the pleasure inside my head, and I could no longer distinguish between the two. He kissed my neck, softer this time.
We stayed like that for a moment, but then he bent me over, kissing down my back as he pulled out of me. I sat up, turning to face him. He crawled over, lying on his back beside me.
Leaning over, I shakily kissed him. As I pulled away, he touched my shoulder.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, concerned.
"No." I lay down with my head on his chest. "I loved it."
He wrapped his arm around me, his fingers drifting up and down my spine. "You're still bleeding a little.
"Oh!" I ran my hand over it, causing the blood to clot. "There. All fixed."
"Could you heal it?" He gently pushed me off, so that he could look me in the eye.
I nodded. "I could, but maybe I want it to scar. So that if we're ever away from each other, I have a reminder of you."
He pulled me in to kiss me again. "I don't plan on being away from you for a long time."