"So," Marie ran a silk glove covered fingertip over Logan's chest as they lay together in their bed. "What did you get me for my birthday this year?"

His body stirred at her teasing touches in the gloves he'd developed a slight fetish for in the months it had taken her to completely control her mutation. She'd succeeded after four months and had now real need for gloves in the eight months that had passed since that happy day, but they still made an occasional appearance. Tonight it was a pair of opera length black silk gloves, rather than the short little leather ones she had always worn before taking him as a lover.

Damn there outta be a law against her wearing nothing but those gloves and a come take me expression on her face.

'Course they'd both be rushing to break that law at least once a month.

"Looooogaaan."

Her eyes were gleaming with laughter as she playfully drew out his name to try and get his attention on to her question and off the movements of her hand.

He grunted and gave her a slight glare for teasing him with her touch then wanting to talk so he couldn't enjoy it.

"It's after midnight now, so I wanna know whatcha got me for my birthday."

"Nuttin. Ya still haven't fully thanked me for what I got you for the last gift," he teased.

"Oh, really?"

She gave him a glaring look, shoved him flat on his back and planted her body on his.

He smiled at the huff he felt brewing in her. As he thought of the argument she was about to make contrary to his teasing statement, his body began reacting to their position.

"Ya gettin' forgetful in your old age, sugah? Need a replay of the things we did together in this very room after ya gave me mah Harley? If you can't remember, I'll be happy to remind you that I thanked you verbally and very very physically."

Oh, he remembered.

Nothing would ever take the memory of their first time together away.

Nor did he have any trouble remembering all the times since when they'd return from a ride on her Night Train and she'd rush him to their room to show him how much she loved the motorcycle.

But he always remembered and loved the way she reminded him of such things, so he folded his arms under his head and told her with his now fiery eyes to remind away.

She caught on to the fact he was simply baiting her from the gleam in his eyes and the cocky quirk of one corner of his mouth.

Planting her gloved hands on the bed under his raised arms, she looked right into his hungry and laughing eyes as she moved to drag the tip of her tongue over that mouth.

He growled with pure desire as she wiggled her body slightly on his and continued licking at his lips, ignoring the invitation to enter he extended by opening his mouth.

All traces of laughter faded from his gaze as she watched. His arms went from casually folded under his head to yet another part of his body demanding more contact with hers.

She began rocking her core against his straining erection, leaving his flesh damp from the moisture he always created there.

When his arms unfolded from under his head and his hands made to grab her, she caught them in her own and pinned them to the bed above his head of silky black hair. He growled at the restraints he could have easily shaken off, but his eyes gleamed with pleasure at her show of strength.

Nothing aroused Logan more than knowing she was strong enough in every way to match him, passion for passion, need for need, hunger for hunger.

And love for love.

The emotion burned in both their eyes the second before they broke eye contact to finally exchange a deep passionate kiss.

His chest rumbled with a deep growl and she moaned loudly as their tongues slid against one another, dangled, part to explore each other's teeth and inner mouth, then returned to move together in a simulation of the act that their bodies would soon join to perform.

Their fingers tangled together and clenched on the bed above their bodies as the kiss continued until they were desperately pulling in air through their noses and lasted longer still until their lungs were near bursting with the need to really breathe.

Panting for breath, she pressed her face against the crook of his shoulder as she so often did. After only a few rapid breaths she lifted her gaze back to his a heartbeat before she shifted her legs and hips until his erection slid as deeply into her body as the position allowed.

Her eyes slid shut and she moaned with the ecstasy that showed so clearly in her expression at the feel of him filling her even that much.

They lay there a long moment to enjoy the feeling and then he grew even harder inside her, his body telling them both they needed to do more now.

Obeying that silent command and the need for more making itself known in her own body, Marie released her hold on his hands and carefully shifted until she sat straddling his hips.

On her knees over him, she looked into his eyes, ran her freed hands over his chest then sank down completely onto his body.

Her hands clenched on his pecs and her held fell back as he slid deeply inside of her.

Having drawn the teasing out too long, her body immediately began rising and falling on his shaft. She pulled her hands from his chest and placed them on her own to tease her nipples as she lost herself in the pleasure she was taking from the length of him thrusting inside her.

The sight of those hands in their black satin moving over her own breasts as she used him to pleasure her writhing body, unleashed the animal in Logan.

He had left his hands above his head even after she released them, comfortable to let her take things at her own pace without any urging from him, but now they dove to grasp her hips.

At his urging, her body began doing less of a rise and fall and more of a circular grinding motion against his. The motions rubbed her hypersensitive clitoris against his groin and touched on all kinds of nerve endings inside her channel.

"Logan!"

Her head fell forward and her eyes flew open to lock with his at one highly pleasurable turn of his flesh inside her.

Knowing she was close and needing release now himself, he lifted himself up until his mouth could clamp onto her hard right nipple and draw the areola into his mouth. Two strong suctions of the flesh he nearly swallowed and then she was flying spasming around him, convulsing above him, and crying out his name.

Not releasing the breast, he moved his hands from her hips to wrap around her body and pull it to his while rolling her until their positions reversed. Letting her swollen and slightly reddened flesh slip from his mouth, he levered his torso up and began thrusting powerfully into her until his body exploded, spilling deep inside her core.

In the midst of his powerful climax, he subconsciously felt her body clenching around him again in another orgasm.

~*~*~

After recovering from their passionate mating, they were again lying curled in each other's arms with Marie demanding to know what her birthday present was.

Smiling at how cute she was when she was so impatient and demanding, Logan slid naked from the bed.

Unconcerned by his nudity, he walked around the bed to the bedside table next to Marie. She turned over and propped herself up on her side to watch as he open the table's rarely used drawer and pull out a small velvet pouch.

With it in hand, he knelt beside Marie and maneuvered her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed before him. Having no idea what he was up to, she sat there and wondered why he was removing her gloves.

He dropped the expensive silk items carelessly onto the floor then open the pouch and shook the contents into the palm of his left hand.

Dropping the now empty pouch to join the gloves and lifted his gaze to hers.

She looked into his brown eyes, frowned at the anxiousness and uncertainty she saw there, than looked down into his palm.

Cradled in his strong hand was a silver ring.

He lifted it up for her to get a better look at the symbols etched gracefully into the ring's surface.

"It's an eternity ring. The symbols are Chinese. You seem to have liked the ring Jean gave you last year with saying "good luck" so I thought you might like this one."

"It's beautiful, Logan," she plucked it away from him and began looking more closely at the writing. "What's it say?"

"Roughly translated – Love lasts forever."

Her attention flew from the ring to his face with a gasp at his words. Seeing that he wasn't joking, the sentiment touched her deeply and her eyes misted with emotional tears.

Suddenly he frowned and took it away from her.

"There's only one way you get it though."

Her eyes widened in shock that he might actually keep the treasure from her.

"You have to agree to marry me. Then you get this and later a wedding band to match it."

At first the words didn't make sense.

Then their meaning dawned on her like the warm sun breaking through a cold night.

Overjoyed she smiled brilliantly, but couldn't resist teasing.

"That ain't exactly askin', sugah."

He growled and glared at her obvious decision to be difficult in this, as she was most everything else.

"Marie, I love you. Will you marry me?"

The words were abrupt and practically snarled, but she could care less about how he asked her so long as he had asked.

She slid from the bed to kneel wedged between it and his body. Her arms slipped around his neck and her hands tangled in the hair at his nape. She leaned forward to playfully nuzzle her nose against his before pulling back to stare steadily into his eyes.

"Logan, I love you, too. I will marry you and proudly wear this beautiful ring and the wedding band to follow."

Her lips pressed gently to his as she finished speaking and she kissed him with all the tenderness of her love.

She felt the relief run through him as he returned the caress for a moment before he pulled back.

Without speaking, but with love clearly visible in his eyes, he slid the ring onto the bare ring finger of her left hand.

Once he had it in place, Logan simply stared at her hand and thought how his ring looked as if it had always belonged right where it was. Growling with possession and satisfaction her reclaimed her lips wrapped her tightly against him and rose to tumble them both back into their bed.