Logan helped Marie get off of the bike once they got back to the school.  He made sure to put the bike back where he knew Scott always parked it.  Since he was a man of few words and fewer thank-you's he hoped old One-Eye would understand that that was his way of thanking him for the bike tonight.  Logan wasn't quite ready for the night to end.  He hoped Marie wasn't ready either.

"Hey, you done for tonight or you want to have another drink?"  He hoped the dancing and motorcycle ride hadn't worn her out.  He was on a natural high and didn't want to come down from it yet.

Marie could see the hope behind Logan's eyes.  "Naw, Sugar, I'm not ready for the night to end yet either.  Let's go raid the bar.  I'll show you were it is."  She led him through the kitchen to the butler's pantry.  "So what's your poison?  Whiskey, still?  Bourbon?  Now, me, I'll just have a beer".  She left Logan to look through the cabinet while she went over to the small fridge to get a beer.  "What say we head to the teacher's lounge upstairs and get more comfy?"

Logan had been in the process of draining the whiskey bottle. He knew it wouldn't get him drunk, but by God, he was looking forward to getting a pretty good buzz going.  He dropped the bottle in the trash, took Marie's hand and let her to the back stairs in the kitchen that led straight into the teacher's living quarters.

He had just closed the door behind them and left them in total darkness when he could smell it.  Arousal.  Marie's arousal.  It was so overpowering to his heightened senses it made his head swim.  Suddenly he couldn't stand being in such close confinement with her and not touching her, tasting her.  He took the beer out of her hand, setting it down a few stairs away, and pulled her to him roughly.  He could hear her deep breathing and feel her trembling against his chest.  He immediately crushed his lips against hers and pushed her against the wall putting one leg in between hers to pin her there.  His hands had gone to her waist when he first pushed against her but now he slid them up the sides of her body and up her arms, pinning her hands against the wall, and clasping her hands in his. By now she was really breathing heavy and moaning, "please, please…Logan…" as he brought his face into her hair and down to her neck.  He could not get enough of her smell and it was driving him mad with lust for her.  He could hear and feel her pulse beating in her veins.  He started nipping and sucking on her exposed collarbones.  He ran has hands back down her arms to her sides letting them rest back on her waist just under the edge of her shirt.  She brought her hands down and wound them through his hair, tangling her fingers throughout.  It was getting to be more than he could take.  He brought his mouth down to her left breast and brushed his lips over her nipple, causing it to harden.  He opened his mouth and took in her breast, suckling her through the shirt, laving over her nipple with his tongue even as he was simultaneously nipping her with his teeth.  He could hear her gasping and feel her arching her back, pushing her chest into him. He could hear her ragged voice, barely a whisper, "Logan…I…can't…don't…stop."  He brought his right hand up under her shirt and fondled her other breast, tweaking and pinching it constantly.  He was barely registering the whimpering noises she was making and continued assaulting her body, by now having both her ass checks in his hands and grinding his crotch into her forcefully.  Her voice, so small and faint, finally broke through the lust-filled cloud in his head.  She was pleading with him, breathlessly, "Please…don't…" He jerked back in shock and horror.  Shit!  Fuck!  What the hell had he been doing?  He was practically raping her!  Growling low in his throat he mumbled something before he took off and left her alone in the stairway.

It took her a moment to register what had just happened.  Logan had closed the door back to the kitchen behind them.   She could feel him tense up, his grip tightening on her hand.  Before she could register any of this she found herself pinned against the wall with Logan's lips pressing heatedly against hers.  When she first felt him pin her hands against the wall she wanted to scream with pleasure.  Logan was definitely lusting after her and she didn't want him thinking her some 'small and delicate' thing.  She could feel the deep growling in his chest and her blood virtually thrummed with it filling her whole body with heat.  It was all she could do not to babble incoherently.  "Please, please…Logan…" She took the chance to wind her fingers throughout his hair when he released her hands to explore her body.  God, did he have any fucking idea what he did to her? She could feel his mouth on her breast; so warm, so wet.  She arched her back trying to get as close as possible to him, to his mouth.  "Logan…I…can't…don't…stop…" He let his hands wander down her body to her ass checks, almost gasping for air when he clenched them tightly and began thrusting against her.  Her head was swimming with the lust of it all.  "Please…don't…" She didn't want him to stop, not now, not ever.  Suddenly she felt as cold as ice.  The heat was gone like it had never been there.  She looked at Logan, and saw the horrified look on his face before he took off like a bat out of hell and left her there in the dark, alone with her confusion.  Off all the?!  What the hell just happened?!  Logan desired her and had been acting upon it much to her immense pleasure when he had suddenly looked at her in horror, then taking off up the stairs like a frightened animal.  She replayed the scene in her head and gasped when she realized he'd heard her pleading.  Shit!  He'd taken it the wrong way!  The idiot!  She'd been pleading for more, for him not to stop and he'd taken it the wrong way!  She'd wanted to feel his hands, his mouth possessing her body as much as he had possessed her mind these past 5 years.  She picked her beer up and downed the rest of it while she gathered her wits about her before going to track him down and set things right.

Logan had gone to his room and sat on the edge of his bed, cradling his head in his hands.  He was on the verge of tears.  He should have gone outside.  He wanted; no he needed, to punch something, stab his claws through something, anything!  Fuck!  What had he been thinking!  Why did he have to let the animal in him take over?  She had no idea what she did to him and look what he'd done.  He'd taken things so far in such a short period of time.  She'd begged him, for Christ's sake!  Begged him to stop!  He felt so ashamed, so dirty!  How could she ever forgive him?  He didn't know if he could face her again.  He didn't want to see the hurt in her eyes.  He was beginning to think he'd have to run again rather than see the hate that would eventually seep into them.

Marie could see the light from his room pooling in the hallway.  She walked quietly towards the doorway and stopped when she saw him on the bed.  He looked so miserable sitting there with his head in his hands.  It almost broke her heart to hear him beating himself up like this.  She could hear him mumbling, "Marie…Marie, I'm so sorry darlin'.  I'm going too fast for you.  I know you hate me for practically attacking you like that.  God, I practically raped you.  I'm leaving tomorrow, first thing; I promise.  I love you, darlin'. I can't stand the thought that I'd hurt you."  He broke down again into heart wrenching sobs.

She couldn't stand it anymore.  Stepping into the room, she crossed her arms as she leaned nonchalantly against the door. "So, what, you're gonna leave again, just because I was begging you?"   

"Marie!"  Logan looked up horrified, and panicky, nearly jumping out of his skin.  He'd been so upset he hadn't even heard or smelled her coming.  "What the hell do you mean?  Of course I have to leave.  You were begging me to stop and I wouldn't.  I was practically raping you!  I can't live with the thought that I would have if it had continued any longer!  You mean everything to me!  I know it's not enough, I could never apologize enough, but please…I'm so sorry! "  Logan put head back down in his hands.  He couldn't bear to look into those eyes any longer.

"Logan."  He wouldn't look at her.  "Logan, look at me!  Stop this!  Stop this right now!"  Marie came over and sat on the bed next to him.  She took his hands in hers and made him look into her eyes.  She'd been crying, he could tell, and it wrenched at his heart.  "Did it ever occur to you that I was begging for more?"  Logan just looked at her confused.  "Sugah, I couldn't stand it any longer.  I wanted, you hear me, wanted your hands all over my body! You're the only person I've even kissed since I left home.  Do you have any idea how many times I've dreamed of your hands on my body for 5 years!"  She stopped and took at deep breath, breaking down herself.  She couldn't take much more of this.

Logan had just been staring at her.  What was she saying?  She hadn't wanted him to stop?  He couldn't really believe what was happened.  He brought himself back from his thoughts and took her chin in his hand turning her face up to look at him.   He leaned down to brush her lips with the softest of kisses.  He could still feel her lips trembling as he pulled away to look deep into her eyes.  He had something to tell her and didn't want to waste another minute.  "Marie…I love you.  I have for a long time, I just didn't know it until I came back." 

She looked like she was going to start crying again, "I know, Sugah, I heard you say it a moment ago.  I love you, too.  I have for 5 years." 

He took her into his arms and let her rest her head on his chest.  He just couldn't hug her tight enough.  "I think we've been through a lot tonight.  What do you say we just turn in for right now and talk more in the morning?"  Marie was so worn out she just nodded.

Logan didn't want to rush their intimacy now that he had his head back on straight.  "Hey darlin', I'm going to change into some sweatpants in the bathroom, why don't you go ahead and get undressed and crawl under the covers while I'm in there?"  Marie just looked at him funny, "but what about my pajamas, I'll need to go to my room to get them."

Logan just looked at her and smirked before closing the bathroom door.  She got undressed and put her clothes on the chair by the window, turning the light off while she was at it.  After she had crawled into bed, Logan came out, making sure to ask if she was decent before coming back into the room.

She had crawled under the comforter and sheets so Logan made sure to lie under just the comforter.  He did not want to push her too fast if he could help it.  After they both snuggled in and got comfortable, Marie, with her head resting in the crook of his arm, asked him how he knew.  "Logan, about just now, when you told me to go ahead and get undressed it was like you knew something.  Something I've never told anyone…" Logan just put a finger over her lips and shushed her."  I may not know everything darlin', but I do know some things."  He winked at her and kissed the top of her head before starting to drift off, "love you, darlin'."

Marie decided to let it drop.  "Love you too, Sugah."

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