WARNING!!!!!! If it were an option, this story would be rated NC-17 or even X for the chapter that follows! ALL READERS know that I got extremely carried away in writing this scene, but could not bring myself to edit the end result. IF you read installment and see ANYthing that you believe could or should be removed, please notify me immediately via a review or email and I will upload an edited version asap. This relatively long piece contains the detailed, graphic, vivid, explicit, and all that jazz telling of how I imagine every moment of Logan and Rogue coming together in this series. Read at your own risk.

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She found him just pulling into the garage on a shiny new Harley at about four o'clock.

"Hey, Stripes," he grunted in greeting as he removed his helmet.

"You missed my party," was the first thing that popped out of her mouth.

"Sorry about that. Ran into some delays picking this beauty up." He replied, climbing off the bike and indicating it with a jerk of his strong jaw.

"I saved you a piece of cake," she said absently as she turned her attention to his new toy.

Lord have mercy!

It was a beautiful machine.

A 100th anniversary edition, Harley Davidson Night Train with "Live to Ride" upper handlebar clamps, black leather seat, and an emerald green paint job.

She gasped with wonder at the sight of it and stepped forward to run her fingers over it.

"How did you manage this?"

"Like it do ya?" he asked with a half smile, avoiding her question.

"What's not to like? It's a dream machine."

Smiling even more, he went over to his area of the garage and picked up a helmet.

"Put this on," he ordered, returning to hand her the item.

She looked at the green Super Glide full-face helmet now in her hands with another gasp, knowing how expensive those babies were.

"You're gonna let me drive it or are you offering to take me for a ride?"

"Completely up to you, darlin', it's your bike."

Hard to tell which shocked her more, the statement he made or the endearment he used while making it. Regardless of which it was, she stood there gaping at him like a fish out of water.

Suddenly he was right in front of her, sliding hand covered with his leather driving gloves under her chin and gently urging her mouth closed.

"You'll catch flies if you keep it like that," he teased against her lips before placing his mouth onto hers.

The $300 helmet dropped from her hand to the floor as his lips began devouring hers.

His hand left her chin to slide around her cheek into her hair to hold her head in place.

If she'd been capable of speech, she would of told him such a move on his part was unnecessary as nothing on earth would have made her pull her lips from his.

But his tongue was parting her lips and teeth to thrust into her mouth and brush against hers and the sensations he was arousing left her breathless.

Finally, the shock wore off and she realized her dream was coming true. Logan was kissing her. Just as passionately as she'd known he would.

Thrilled, she began returning the kiss.

Her arms slid around his chest and her hands moved upward to tangle in his hair as she pressed her body to his.

Suddenly, he yanked himself away and she cried out.

"What's going on here?" he demanded.

"Ah…Ah…don't know. One minute you were sahing that tha bike was mahne and tha next we were kissin'," she said, almost in tears.

Seeing her distress, he pulled her roughly back into his arms.

"I know that, Rogue, I've got no problem with that." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I meant your skin. After a kiss like that I should be dead, but there was never a pull."

Smiling brilliantly, she grabbed his head and pulled it down for another deeper kiss.

"This collar can control it," she answered when he again pulled away demanding an explanation.

"How?"

"I don't really know, but Hank says the metal it's made of contains compounds that suppress my X-gene and the mutation it's caused."

He pulled back and hooked a finger under the collar, looking at it with an arched brow. "Really?"

She nodded and placed a bare hand on his whisker stubbled cheek. "See?"

Before she knew it or could think to react, he'd pulled away from her, picked up the forgotten helmet, put it back in it's place, returned to take the keys from the brand new Harley and tuck them into the pocket of his skin-tight jeans, then grab her hand and begin leading her into the mansion toward his room.

"Logan?!" she finally shrieked halfway to his destination.

He stopped dead in his tracks, turned and pressed her back against the wall in the empty hallway they'd been moving along.

"You kissed me back back there." He said.

She nodded, confused by what that obvious fact had to do with his actions.

"Am I wrong in taking that to mean you want me as much as I want you?" he growled, looking deep into her green eyes.

"You want me?" she gasped in disbelief.

He smiled wickedly and ground his hips into hers, making the hard bulge straining against his zipper obvious.

"If that isn't answer enough, let's try this again."

He wedged his arms under hers, threaded his fingers through her short hair, slid her body up the wall until her mouth was level with his and her feet dangled an inch off the floor, then crushed his hungry mouth down on hers.

The actions sent desire and elation shooting through every cell of her body like a bolt of lightning. Her hunger flared back to life and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her dangling legs around his waist, holding on to him with all she had while he took her on this rollercoaster ride of lust.

Suddenly he tore his mouth away to breathe heavily against her throat above the magical collar. While he recovered the ability to speak, his right hand slid down her body to grab her butt and press their hips together.

"That say yes loud enough for ya?" he said roughly in her ear after a moment.

Moaning as his erection ground against a particularly sensitive part of her anatomy, she could only manage a jerky nod for him.

With a growling chuckle of pleasure at her reaction, he nipped sharply at her earlobe before licking the bite as she yelped.

Footsteps and laughter not too far away penetrated the haze around them.

"We can't do this here."

As he spoke the words, he had already shifted her in his arms so that he had one behind her back and the other beneath her knees and begun moving again toward his bedroom.

Loving that he was really carrying her as he had in so many dreams, with the intention of laying her on a bed and joining her in it, she tightened her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face against his silky blue-black hair while licking his ear as he had hers.

A warning growl rumbled through his chest at her action, but he made no move to stop her. Encouraged, she began sucking and nibbling on the soft flesh of his earlobe.

Outside his closed bedroom door, he stopped to pull her teasing mouth away from his ear and cover it with his.

This kiss was different from the others and it caused her body to clench with the need for more.

His lips were firm, but gentle on hers urging them apart. When she did part them, his tongue didn't dive right in to start dueling with hers. Their open mouths just stayed locked together each swallowing the sounds of pleasure the other made.

When he pulled away again, her nipples were achingly hard nubs and a shiver raced through her body.

Impatiently, he turned his doorknob, kicked the door open, stepped through it into his bedroom then kicked it shut again.

Gently setting her on her feet at the foot of his huge king-sized bed, he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.

"Are you sure you want this, Rogue? Because if I go any further right now, I won't be able to stop."

Looking into his rich brown eyes, nearly black with the way his pupils had expanded she fell in love with the man before her.

Really in love, the love of a woman for the man she's meant to be with

Now she knew it wasn't hero worship or curiosity or puppy love that she felt with him, it was really the real thing.

Surer of that than she had ever been anything else in her life, she cupped his rugged face in her hands, looked deep into his eyes and spoke the words that he could see shining from hers.

"I love you, Logan. I don't ever want you to stop."

Then she kissed him with all the innocence she still possessed.

The gentle touch of her moist lips awoke the animal in him.

Demanding the satisfaction of claiming it's mate, it burst forth with a near roar of possession.

The animalistic sound excited Rogue and pulled the head he'd thrown back to release it back to her lips for a more demanding kiss.

A continuous growl emanating from his chest accompanied the rough actions of his body.

Strong hands tore away her clothing, leaving the shirt and jeans in a useless pile on the floor. His mouth nipped its way down her neck, chest and stomach as he knelt before her to yank off her sneakers.

Blindly hurling the shoes aside, his gaze focused on the brief indentation of her bellybutton seconds before he pressed his mouth against it.

When his tongue rasped around the cavity before dipping inside, her hands slid and clenched into his hair.

After a moment of worshiping her navel his mouth moved a fraction lower to the elastic waistband of her simple white cotton bikini briefs.

Locking his eyes with hers, he took the elastic firmly into his mouth then quickly jerked his head backward.

She felt the fabric tear away from her body then dangle almost comically from his mouth as he sat back on his heels, briefly basking in the fact that he'd been able to do that with just his teeth.

Then his fiery gaze drifted down to what had been revealed by his actions and the white cotton dropped from his parted lips.

"God, you're beautiful."

Standing before him in nothing but her simple white cotton bra, she felt beautiful.

His passion-filled eyes ran over her body like hands, lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath her bra, the smooth flat skin of her stomach, the bellybutton his tongue had teased and the soft flare of her hips. He stopped when his gaze returned to the nest of curly dark hair at the juncture of her toned, creamy white thighs.

Holding her breath, she watched him lift his right hand to slide it up the outside of her left thigh. It continued burning a trail up to her waist then across her abdomen before sliding down to brush across that nest.

Leaning forward again, he moved both hands to rest against her bottom while he inhaled deeply.

In any other situation she would have been embarrassed by the fact that his keen sense of smell had detected and was taking in the scent of her arousal. As she watched him appear to savor the fragrance, though, embarrassment was the last thing she felt.

Even more arousal flooded through her at the knowledge he liked what her body was doing.

He knew that is was doing it for him and drank in every reaction to forever imprint on his memory.

Finally, having absorbed her through sight, touch and smell he dipped his head to experience taste.

For the first time in her life, Rogue felt the hot moist breath of a person stirring the hairs that covered her mound. That first was quickly followed by the one of a tongue trying to slide inside her body.

She couldn't take any more after that.

Her bones seemed to be melting and her knees simply gave out.

She almost fell backward, but Logan's hands on her butt stopped her and urged her to collapse forward against his shoulders.

Quickly rising with her body pressed against him, he moved to lay her on the bed.

With eyes half-closed, she lay there and watched him tear away his clothing.

His leather jacket was jerked off and thrown aside, his black t-shirt tore easily from his chest, and his belt whipped from the waist of his jeans.

The tight jeans proved something of a delay until he just unleashed a claw one each hand and sliced down through the side seams, ruining the black denim. Growling, he glared at his heavy combat boots before sitting on the edge of the bed to yank open the laces and fling them away.

Completely nude he twisted around on the bed in the dusk lit room and stared at Rogue.

Pushing herself into a sitting position, Rogue did some staring of her own.

He was perfect.

He flashed her a cocky smile, making her realize she'd spoken the thought.

Licking her lips, she gazed at his broad shoulders and muscular chest, as they were the only things really visible from her position.

"Can…can I touch you?"

The passion in his eyes flamed brighter at her barely audible whisper and he moved his body to lie to her right in the center of the big bed.

"Anywhere you want, darlin'" he said pulling her right hand to his chest.

Turning so that she leant on her left elbow, she first ran her gaze over his fully revealed body.

"That's gonna fit inside me?" she gasped, her wide eyes locked on his erection.

"Oh, yeah."

Focused as she was on his privates, she missed his confident smile and the way the tip of his tongue slid out to lick his lips in anticipation of the event.

"Really?" she squeaked, turning her disbelieving eyes to meet his.

"Really." He said, leaning up to drag her lips down to his with his left hand while taking her right one in his to urge it against his straining flesh.

Falling under the spell of his kiss, she followed his hand's silent instructions to wrap her fingers around the base of his hard shaft then slowly, but firmly squeeze her way up to the tip where a drop of moisture met her flesh.

Startled by the moisture she jerked her hand away. Her mouth left his more slowly, but still pulled away so that she could turn her attention to what she'd been touching.

Staring at the tip of his thick, long erection she saw some milky white liquid seeming to ooze from the slit. Knowing what it was, but extremely curious to know more about it than textbooks divulge, she reached out her hand again to touch it.

She found it to be hot, wet, a little thick and kind of sticky.

Curious still, she parted her lips and began moving her moist fingers toward them.

Logan suddenly sat up and clamped a hand on her wrist, stopping the movement.

Rolling her surprised body beneath his he pinned the hand against the bed, settled his hips between her thighs and claimed her mouth in a ferocious kiss.

A kiss a possession and the hunger of a man pushed to far by his lover.

She moaned into his mouth, arching her back to rub her aching still covered nipples against his chest.

Feeling the bra between them, he lifted his chest slightly, not breaking the kiss or the contact between their hips.

His right hand eased between them to release an inch of razor sharp adamantium to slice through the front of her bra. Cut neatly in half, he retracted that inch then pushed the two cups aside to caress her bare breasts.

Moaning even louder, she pushed a nipple against his palm and thrust her left hand into his hair to pull his mouth even closer to her own.

Breathing roughly through the flared nostrils of his nose, Logan released her other hand to use both of his on her breasts.

With a cry of ecstasy his mouth swallowed, she arched her chest into his hands begging them for every bit of attention they would give.

Growling, he took a soft mound of flesh in each hand then squeezed her nipples with his thumb and index fingers.

Hips rising and falling against his, overwhelmed by the kiss and caresses, Rogue's body soon clenched beneath his with its first orgasm.

Feeling more wetness rush against his erection as it laid between her legs, Logan threw his head back with an almost feral growl, forcing his body to fight the need to climax now racing through it.

His hands left her breasts to clench in the covers beside her head and he pulled his knees up under him until he was on all fours above her, only touching her flesh in a few places – none of them a danger to his fragile control.

The fog slowly clearing from her mind, it took Rogue a minute to realize he was no long touching or kissing her.

"Logan," she whispered in question a moment after the realization sunk in.

She made to stroke his cheek with a caring hand, but he shook it away before rolling from her to lie on his back with nearly a foot of space between them.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, hurt by his reaction and afraid in her inexperience she'd messed up somehow.

Hands now clenched at his sides, he adamantly shook his head no, but still hadn't enough control to answer verbally.

"Then what is it?"

Again she went to touch him, but a warning growl came from his throat causing her to drop the hand she had extended to the bed between their bodies.

She stared at that had, biting her lip as tears filled her eyes.

He didn't want her now.

"NO!" he growled, lunging at her. "Never think that."

She realized she must have again spoken her thoughts aloud as his mouth desperately claimed hers.

"I want you so much, baby."

He lay back on top of her, moving again between her thighs.

His mouth moved rapidly over her face, tasting the tears that fell from her eyes.

"So much." He began thrusting himself against her, not penetrating, just rubbing along her moist folds.

"Can't control myself anymore."

He grunted the words out as he began rubbing harder and thrusting faster.

Suddenly his hands clenched in the covers beside her head again and his body tensed above her.

In the same instant her name was shouted from his lips and warm liquid shot out over her abdomen.

Panting rapidly, he fell forward, bracing himself on his elbows so as not to crush her beneath his weight.

As he continued to gulp in air, she began to realize what had happened.

Her sudden orgasm had rapidly brought him to one.

Once his breathing calmed to nearly normal, he wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

He quickly arranged her legs to straddle his hips, then drove his hands into her hair to tilt her head downward.

For a heartbeat, his still fiery eyes locked with hers then he was kissing her lips gently.

Under her, between her legs, she felt him hardening again.

"I have wanted to be like this with you for a year now. Nothing will ever stop it."

He whispered fiercely against her throat.

Tears of happy disbelief filled her eyes at his words.

"Thank you." She whispered into his ear as she buried her face in the nook where his neck and shoulder met.

They kissed again with more passion as his fully restored erection rose to touch her most intimate flesh.

"Ready to do this right?" he asked.

Smiling, she brushed a kiss over his lips before saying, "There was nothing wrong with the first time."

"I love you, too. I should have said it sooner, but it's new."

Ignoring the growing demands of both their bodies, she hugged him tightly.

"I never dared to hope for that." She mumbled against his chest.

"It's yours Rog – " he broke off to give her a kind of serious and curious look.

"What's your name?"

Startled by the question she opened her mouth to give the automatic reply of "Rogue."

He placed a finger on her lips and shook his head, anticipating the answer.

"I want to call your real name out the next time I come."

Touched and thrilled by the words, moved away from his finger to give him a kiss.

He allowed the tender caress for a moment before pulling away and prompting for an answer to his question with an arched brow.

Her own brow furrowed in thought and she tried to remember the answer.

"I've been Rogue for so long now it's hard to remember I was ever called anything else." She muttered distractedly, searching her memories for her true name.

Suddenly an unknown woman's voice whispered a name across the abyss of her mind and Rogue knew she had the answer.

"Marie. I think its Marie."

Surprised but glad she somehow remembered that, she looked down to find Logan smiling up at her.

"I love you, Marie." He whispered before his lips gently touched hers.

Soon the emotional moments faded away, forced to wait for later as their bodies demanded a more thorough satisfaction.

Their kisses became more urgent. Their hands began moving hungrily over each other's bodies.

When she began grinding jerkily against his erection, he flipped her to lay on her back beside him.

Lying to her side he slid one hard thigh between hers and began rocking it against her core.

His left hand gripped her hip, guiding it until her body began following the rhythm of his leg without prompting. Once she was moving on her own, the hand slid slowly up her stomach and ribs to her breasts, brushing both mounds before focusing on the left.

While his mouth moved from hers down her neck to her shoulder and back up again, that hand wrung moans and cries of pleasure from her body as it caressed, kneaded, squeezed, teased, fondled and pinched.

It was quickly becoming too much for her again, but this time Logan had enough control to send her over the edge without following. He pressed his leg harder against her undulating hips and lowered his lips to her right breast.

When he drew nearly half of the mound into the hot cavern of his mouth, accompanying the action with a vibrating growl and a firm squeeze of the left breast, she threw her head back against the bed and nearly screamed his name as a more intense climax claimed her body.

His inflaming caresses gentled to ease her back down as the shudders ebbed.

"So beautiful," he choked out against her hair, pressing a kiss against her head.

Panting, but otherwise calm once again, he urged her leg further apart and began kissing his way down her body.

He stopped to nip at the base of her neck, leaving a faint red mark. Then he lingered over her breasts, licking and suckling at each nipple until she was arching into his ministrations. Once done teasing those sensitive areas he moved over her stomach until again delving into her bellybutton.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, where the passion wasn't so overwhelming, she made a mental note to ask him later about his apparent fascination with her navel.

All rational thought fled every part of her mind, body and soul as he inched his body further down the bed to put his mouth in a position right above the juncture of her parted thighs.

For the second time in her life, the humidity of a person's breath touched her most intimate place.

The fact that that person was again Logan made her cry out in anticipation of the more she sensed to be coming.

Not wanting to tease either one of them, he roughly ordered her to open the eyes she couldn't ever remember closing.

When her heavy eyelids lifted, she found herself looked right into his eyes down the length of her body. Focused only on those eyes, she didn't care to notice how her body was spread out before him like a meal waiting to be devoured.

And as he continued to stare into her eyes while slowly lowering his mouth, she knew devouring is exactly what he was about to do.

Her body arched spasmodically at the first brush of his tongue, but their intense concentration on one another's eyes was not broken.

The second touch was firmer, lasted longer and caused her hands to clench in the covers beside her hips as she tried to press herself closer to that touch.

He then broke eye contact to focus his attention elsewhere.

This time she felt her eyes fall shut as he took the knot of nerves between her legs into his mouth. Behind her closed eyelids, she saw brilliant flashes of light as his tongue and lips worked over that hard little knot.

She threw her head back, finding it hard to breathe as a thick hot finger teased then slid into the opening of her womanhood.

Breathless as she was, she still found the power to scream out his name as her body reacted almost violently to the pleasures her was inflicting.

Her head tossed from side to side.

Her fingers frantically dug into the bed beneath them before eventually latching onto his shoulders to try and keep her body from flying off into the heavens.

Her legs were flailing about until she bent her knees and dug her heels into the bed, using the leverage the position gave her to thrust her hips more firmly against Logan's incredible mouth.

She may very well have been hurting or suffocating him with her actions, but she was beyond caring and he never stopped so if she were it didn't matter to him.

Suddenly all her fevered movements ceased as her entire body seemed to freeze. Tense and arching like a bow, she felt as if her heart stopped beating.

Then with a scream loud enough to rattle the window, her fingernails pierced the skin of his shoulders and the orgasm slammed through her system.

Nothing had or could have ever prepared her for this and she found herself sobbing as the intense sensations flowed through every inch of her tense body until she lay limp and trying frantically to get air back into her lungs.

Nearly hyperventilating, she barely noticed a very concerned Logan rushing up to her side and murmuring soothing woods in her ear while a hand calmingly stroked her heaving chest. It took a full minute for her to finally draw a breath deep enough to fill her lungs.

Once that first breath was taken, she followed it with many more as she threw herself in Logan's arms.

Though his erection pressed against her hip, he took her gently into his arms with no intention to do anything but comfort his crying love.

When the tears finally stopped and her breathing returned to normal, she tilted her head back and looked at him through damp dazed eyes.

"God," was all she could utter before dropping her head against his chest.

He went to say something, choked, cleared his throat then tried again.

"That a bad thing," he eventually managed to ask.

Speechless she slowly shook her head no against his flesh.

The chuckle of one very confident and satisfied male rumbled from his chest at her reaction.

For long minutes, they simply held one another. He would stroke her back and drops kisses on the top of her head, but they were more calming gestures than seductive moves.

The Marie/Rogue decided she was again ready for more.

She drifted a hand down his side, over his hip, then to the erection between his legs.

"Whoa, darlin'," he stilled her hand again. "I can't handle that right now."

"What can you handle?" she asked, not trying to be coy or seductive just wanting to know.

"Can you go the rest of the way now?"

At her nod, he gently laid her on her back again and took his place above her.

"Then this is all I can handle."

Her legs parted with no urging from him and his body sank into the opening.

"This will probably hurt for a moment," he warned.

Again her nodding spurred him into action. With his left arm propping his torso up, he cupped her bottom in his right and lifted her hips while his slowly eased down.

Watching her face for any sign of pain, he nudged the head against and then into her virginal body.

Gasping and eyes going wide at the stretching fullness his movement caused she turned her gaze to where their bodies were coming together.

As her amazed green eyes watched, he gently moved inward until reaching her hymen, at which he stopped with a rippling of his muscles.

He leant down to claim her lips in a quick kiss, not moving any other part of his body, before pulling away to inhale deeply.

Holding that breath, he gazed into the emerald depths of her stare and thrust powerfully through the barrier of her virginity.

The sudden invasion startled a yelp from her untried body as he released he tensely held breath.

"It won't hurt anymore. Just adjust to me."

While her mind was somewhat hesitant from the sharp sting of pain it had recorded, her body obeyed his command without hesitation.

All tensed muscles relaxed until she melted beneath him, suddenly welcoming the hard length of his body inside and atop her own.

With a gasp of wonder, her mind finally caught up to her body and recognized the beginnings of the wonderful sensations her lover had been creating in her all evening.

Seeing her complete acceptance, Logan pulled his hips back a fraction then rocked them back against hers.

The movement rubbed his groin against that sensitive knot of nerves he'd wrung such a mind-blowing orgasm from not so long ago and the even more sensitive knot reacted by shooting intense please throughout her whole body.

Smiling at her moans and gasps, he pulled his hips a little further away this time then slid back down.

Her body jerked beneath him as it spasmed around him, causing him to move more roughly when he next withdrew and pushed back in.

She made no complaint at his less controlled motion. If anything it inspired louder longer moans between gasping breaths.

Growling at her unintentional encouragement, he began deliberately quickening his movements. His right hand lifted her hips higher and he thrust with more strength against them.

Quickly being swept up in another climax, Marie/Rogue began breathlessly chanting his name with every downward thrust that ground him against her clitoris.

Feeling the orgasm build and take place in her body broke all semblance of control in Logan and biting into her neck along her jugular to mark her body as his he began slamming his hips into her.

When the wave of ecstasy finally crashed through his body, he roared her real name out at the top of his lungs, causing her ears to ring, while gripping her hip so hard the bruises would last for days.

This time he was unable to stop his body from collapsing on hers, but amazingly his weight was not too much for her smaller frame.

In fact she welcomed it, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as aftershocks continued to ripple through her system.

He stayed there like that for just a moment before rolling onto his side.

His right hand never left her hip, so their bodies remained as one as his head fell back against the pillows at the head of the bed.

The last thing she did before passing out was slide her leg over his hips to make sure their bodies stayed together.