I totally ship Rogue and Gambit, but I just needed to get some naughty thoughts about Rogue and Wolverine out. Heads up, I allude to the fact that she was young when they met. I'm not trying to set up a weird grooming thing, I just didn't know how to get around it. Also if you're a Jean Grey fan, this may not be for you either, I kind of make her the villain. Lastly, comics not the movies, although how can I not picture Hugh Jackman!

Lots and lots of steam ahead... Enjoy!

My breath caught at how handsome he was. I'd always thought he was beautiful. Beautiful in his gruff brokenness. Not pretty, not even attractive perse. Just Logan. Dark, hairy, muscled. He was across the ballroom, staring at everyone as though he'd like to murder them. His eyes landed on Scott. Definitely murder someone. I moved around the lively crowd on the outskirts of the ballroom as he walked through the middle of the floor, the sea of partygoers parting to let him through. I wasn't ready to let him see me yet. And anyway, what did it matter? He would never see me as anything other than his younger coworker.

None of us really wanted to be here, even though we all supported the new congressman. He really seemed to care about mutants, but a night of fancy hobnobbing was not what we enjoyed. Besides Ororo maybe. She was so royal and held herself tall like a queen as she sipped her punch, laughing with group of senators in the middle of the dance floor.

I caught another glimpse of Logan and couldn't help but giggle at how uncomfortable he looked in a suit. He'd probably flat out refused to wear a tux and blanched at the idea of wearing a tie. Yet there he was in one.

I had a wicked notion to help him out of it. I shook my head. Best avoid him for now. I didn't want to lust after a hundred year old man, and I didn't want to think about how much he still cared for Jean. Couldn't he see she was never going to leave Scott? What an idiot. An idiot with dark brown eyes that pierced me every time he… Stop it Rogue. Just stop.

I turned away and ended up next to Xavier.

"Rogue! How lovely you look," he said, reaching for my hand. He took it before I could protest and pretend that I couldn't touch anyone anymore. I hadn't told anyone I could control my absorption powers yet.

I put my block on and raised my inner shields. It was as easy as breathing now. His skin was warm and dry and worn in that older gentleman way. Skin to skin contact felt so good again, it made me want to cry.

"How did you know?" I asked. He tapped his head with one hand and ran his thumb over my knuckles with the other. He held on, knowing that I needed a little more time, more skin contact. Controlling my absorption powers had brought an unexpected, glorious side effect. I could feel the oxytocin leaving my pituitary gland and head straight for my brain. I sighed as the hormone washed over me. And then the serotonin, calming me, as my caring mentor held my hand in his fatherly way. Is this what people felt all the time?

"Not the way you do," said Xavier.

"Invading my thoughts Professor?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm having a little trouble keeping them out. You're awfully thoughtful tonight," he said smiling kindly.

Oh god. That probably meant…

"Logan looks lonely," he said. "Why don't you go talk to him?"

"Professor!" My cheeks flushed in humiliation.

"Go on."

"If I'm being that loud, then you know my hesitation."

"I do."

"You don't share in my reservations?" When I got flustered, the Southern in me always thickened my accent.

"Quite frankly? No."

I sighed. "He doesn't need me fawning over him like a love struck teenager."

"But he may need a woman who can soothe his heart."

I let go of the professor's hand finally and felt the break in oxytocin release. Then I felt something else. Estrogen and testosterone. Such a mix, I didn't even know where they were coming from. Then I saw him. Logan was just twenty feet from us and I sensed him immediately as did my body apparently. I turned away. He still hadn't seen me.

"I'll think about it," I said.

"Do," said Xavier.

I glanced behind me. Logan was gone.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sure I'll see you later," I said.

Xavier looked at me pointedly with a little wink. "Don't wait too long."

"You sly old man."

He squeezed my hand again and rolled off toward Ororo.

I surveyed the ballroom again. Logan was nowhere to be seen now, thank goodness. I was safe to head over to the punch. I turned landing against a solid body. "Oof!" I grunted. Strong hands held my arms steadying me after the collision. "Watch where you're...Logan." I looked up at his swarthy face, disoriented by our collision.

"Rogue." His voice was soft, bewildered. He let go immediately once he realized it was me. I ran my hand down through my hair, and his eyes followed the gesture. I took a step back.

"Hi," I said.

"I didn't think you were coming," he said. "What was it you said in your text? 'I wouldn't be caught dead at a function with those slimy low life politicians?'"

I looked at him slyly, curving half my mouth up into a smirk. "I changed my mind." My reply came out silky. It was like my hormones were taking over my mouth, the flirt heavy in my voice. His eyes glazed over and he cleared his throat. Was he actually nervous?

He raked over me from head to toe with his gaze, then settled on my breasts. I felt them flush. This dress was magic. Emerald green satin with gold chains draped over my upper arms like sleeves. I had to admit my tits looked great. Pushed up and round, the swoop of the neckline resting over them. But this was Logan. Drinking them in. He was absorbing me this time. He tore his gaze back up to my face. "You look… you look…"

"Older?" I asked, pushing them forward a touch.

"Yes."

"Is that bad?"

"Yes."

I scowled at him. "You're a son of a bitch."

"Why? Because I don't want men ogling you… your..?"

I decided to play with him. Why not? He was both making my pulse race and infuriating me all at once. And it was turning me on. My hormones ran all over my body, electric pulses sending pleasure straight down between my thighs. "What? My breasts?" I asked.

"Anna Marie…"

I stopped. He hadn't called me by my birth name since we first met. A wave of heat crashed over me. Something deep inside awakened.

"Why does that bother you?" I asked, my voice annoyed even though I was fighting the urge to throw myself at him.

He raised an eyebrow. I wanted to kiss it.

"I'm going to get some punch," he said, gruff and flustered.

"Bye then." I turned and started to walk back to the team angry and hurt. So that's the way it was going to be.

I felt Logan grab my hand. I swiveled my head as he pulled me to him, turning me around so his face was close to mine. "Rogue," he whispered. His rough fingers were on my arm, his thumb stroking up and down just barely. It felt beyond delicious.

"How did you know?" I asked, my breath catching in my throat.

"You're not wearing gloves. And I touched you already."

At the word 'touched' I felt a thrill go down my spine.

He continued. "I usually feel the tug on my powers immediately."

"And now?"

"A tug somewhere else."

I flushed up to my hairline. I grabbed a piece of his jacket in my fingers. "Should you be saying these things to me?" I asked, a little purr in my throat.

"Probably not."

Kiss me you idiot. In front of the team. I don't care.

"Dance with me?" he asked.

I stared at him shocked. "You don't dance."

"I do when you're in a dress like that." His hand moved down my back to my waist to grip it firmly. "Green was always your color."

"You're saying dangerous things…"

"Then you should've picked a less dangerous dress." His eyes bored into me and then glanced down to my cleavage and back up. I could feel the electricity flow back and forth between us. A shaky breath left my lungs.

"Logan!" came an eager voice next to us.

We both jumped and separated at the unwelcome interruption.

"Hank," said Logan, staring down Beast who'd just joined us with Colossus beside him. "What do you want?" asked Logan. He let go of my arm.

Hank sniggered, his sharp white incisors showing through his congenial smile, stark in contrast to his cerulean fur. "Always prickly Logan. Senator Mason is here."

"And?" asked Logan, his eyebrows dipping lower.

"And, my cantankerous friend, you promised to speak to him with me. For the new bill."

Logan stared at him.

"The reason you're here?" said Hank. "We all want you cleared for duty Logan. This is one of the steps."

Logan growled.

"Peter is ready," said Hank. With that, Colossus smiled wide.

I put my hand on Logan's arm. "We can pick up our conversation later."

His eyes snapped back to me. I withered under the intensity in his gaze. I knew he wanted to stay here with me.

"Wolf man, you are ready yes?" Colossus slapped Logan on the back, his shiny metal body catching the light of the ballroom. He'd certainly become more good-natured since he started dating Kitty. I could see why she was gone for him.

"Hands off Bub," said Logan.

"I'm thinking Logan is not ready," said Colossus.

"My god, if one more person says my name, I will shred them to pieces."

I couldn't help myself. I breathed out his name as softly as I could without moving my lips. His animal-like hearing picked it up, and his head snapped to me. I could see the lust in his eyes, and the vein in his neck pulse. I could mistake his flirting as bullshit. He was a cocky asshole. But I couldn't mistake this reaction.

His lips curved up just barely. They looked plump for kissing. Oh god, how I wanted him. And the feeling seemed to be mutual tonight. Maybe it was just the dress but maybe, just maybe it was actually real. I breathed his name again, and the blood moved faster in his veins.

The problem was, Hank had super animal-hearing too.

The blue mutant regarded me curiously and then his eyes widened. He looked back and forth between us, and I swear I could see a blush form under the blue fur of his cheeks. Was everyone going to find out about my feelings for Logan?

Hank sighed and gave me an unfortunate shrug. "Sorry to pull you away from whatever… Sorry. But I'm afraid duty calls."

Logan's chest rumbled. I discreetly ran my finger down the back of his arm. The rumbling didn't stop, just changed timbre. I smiled inwardly.

"Lead the way you blue, furry bastard," he snarled giving me one last long look.

Hank gave me an apologetic smile and walked away with Peter who was almost skipping and Logan following like an angry animal full of vexation.

I cursed Hank. I cursed Peter. I cursed Xavier for calling me out. I cursed myself for feeling the things I did toward Logan. But I knew if Wolverine got out of that meeting and came back into the ballroom, I was going to pull him onto one of the dark balconies and ravage that grouchy bastard's mouth with mine.

…..

Three hours later, I was in my lonely hotel room. My dress was on the floor, and I'd cozied up in the hotel's fluffy robe, the fabric luxurious against my bare skin. I sat on the bed watching the news, eating a mini ice cream from the fridge. If they were going to spring for it, might as well use up the amenities.

Logan hadn't come back to the ballroom. None of them had, not Colossus or Beast. I tried not to let my disappointment show as I moved around talking to the team the rest of the evening. Jubilee followed me around like a lost puppy for a while. I found Kitty and talked to her. She was always good for a laugh.

And finally Jean. We'd always gotten along sort of, always joking about our redheaded sisterhood. But she was surprisingly cold tonight. I couldn't figure it out, until: "So you and Logan looked awfully cozy in the corner," she said, casually sipping a glass of punch.

I stared at her in shock until she finally had the decency to look away. I was about to deny anything was happening between Logan and I, because honestly I didn't know, but I was so tired of playing second fiddle to her. So tired of Logan's eyes following her around. Tonight, they'd followed me. And I looked damn good.

"So what if we were?" I asked.

Jean narrowed her eyes. "Don't you think he's a little old for you?"

My blood boiled. What a contemptuous little viper. She didn't care about Logan. She just wanted him to keep wanting her. "Don't you think he's a little old for you?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "I'm with Scott, Rogue."

"So you keep saying, Jean." I turned on my heel with satisfaction. I'd pay for that later, but all the endorphins from all the touching were affecting my brain, making me say things that I'd kept inside for so long. And I wanted more.

But after waiting for two and a half hours, talking to mind numbing politicians who just wanted to gawk at me, I gave up. I went back to my room eager to lose the restrictive green garment; Relax and stave off my disappointment with ice cream and room service.

A knock on my door broke through my review of the evening, and I jumped. My dinner had already come and gone, and I hadn't asked for anything else from the hotel.

I looked through the peep hole and gasped. I opened the door to find Logan leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His jacket and tie were gone, his dress shirt open and hanging on his wide shoulders. I could see every definition in his muscles through the tank top underneath. My arousal was immediate.

He sniffed the air once, a tiny smile playing on his lips. Oh god, could he smell it?

"Rogue," he said, one eyebrow raised.

"Logan."

"You weren't there when I came back."

"You didn't come back when I was there."

"Touché."

"What do you want?"

His eyes raked over me and then his head tilted toward my gown inside on the floor. "No more dress?"

"No." I played with the lapels of the robe, pretending to fluff them, when really I knew that they would open just right to show the cleavage he seemed to be favoring tonight.

"My muscles are stiff," he said, rubbing his neck with one hand. "You mind giving me one of your famous workovers?"

I knew it was a complete lie. His muscles regenerated so quickly he'd never needed a massage. I thought back to when I'd first thrown my gloved arms around his neck from behind and kissed his stubbly cheek as quickly as could before his powers would start to drain. He always treated me differently than the rest of the team, letting me have more give with him. I was twenty then, and my feelings were starting to grow. I'd pressed into his shoulders and he'd hissed. My groin had pulsed then with what the power of touch could do, wishing with everything I had in me that I could be the one to be touched. And specifically by him…

"That feels great kid. But…" He'd said.

"Logan, I'm not a kid anymore. It's not weird." But maybe it had been weird. Especially if he could smell my arousal even then…

He'd acquiesced and let me a few more times over the next year. Before I'd left.

"Come in," I said. My obliging tone was back again.

He walked in and sat on the floor in front of my bed with his knees up. My skin prickled with heat. Waves of desire pulsed down between my thighs. Logan, you sneaky, sexy bastard.

He raised an eyebrow as if reading my mind.

I smirked and crawled onto the comforter with my hands and knees and sat on the edge of the bed with my legs on either side of him. If he could smell me, he'd really smell me now. That was ok. Let him know without words what he did to me, how much I wanted him.

I pressed into his shoulders with my bare hands. The oxytocin and estrogen and progesterone hit me like a ton of bricks. If only touching his shoulders could elicit this feeling inside me, what would fucking him be like?

"Mmm," he moaned. "That feels so good Anna Marie."

At the sound of my real name on his lips, I shivered. I'd left that name behind. But coming from Logan, it left me liquid with want.

I dug my nails into his muscles through his shirt.

"Shit," he said.

Sure, we could keep up this pretense for a while. I knew he felt my fingers, and though it was doing nothing for his muscles, he was probably feeling the testosterone and endorphins too.

"Why are you so tense?" I asked. Not that he needed a reason. He always was.

He sighed. "I'm sick of being used and paraded out like a trained monkey. I should be out there."

"Soon. Once you're cleared."

"That was supposed to be last month."

I didn't know what to say. Anything I offered would be glib. Instead, I softened my hands, to run them over his neck like a whisper to offer comfort. Raking my nails up and down, into his course black hair, over his shoulders. Down over his collar bone, over his pecs under his shirt and back up.

"Anna Marie." There it was again. I watched his face in my hotel room's full length side mirror. His eyes were closed and he was practically purring.

"Feel good?" I asked, sultry.

"Mm."

"Imagine that touch on your cock." I didn't even realize I'd said it until the words tumbled out of my throat.

In the mirror's reflection, his face changed. It went from ecstasy to mischief in a moment. This was it.

He turned around and captured my mouth, pushing me down onto the mattress.

I grunted and kissed him back. We scooted backward, his body over mine, hot and filled with a coiled energy that sprang out, hitting me with the force of his lust. His face was warm and scratchy against my cheeks.

"Logan, Logan…" I mewled desperately against his mouth.

He pulled me into his arms. He was so heavy on top of me, but I didn't care.

"Baby cakes."

We opened our mouths at the same time, our tongues intertwining. I laced my fingers into his hair and held his head to me. His lips were more than frantic. He was devouring me.

"You taste like chocolate," he said.

"Ice cream."

"I want to eat you up."

"Mm yes. Fuck me," I said.

He growled like a feral wildcat, and bit my lip, digging his fingers into my back. I cried out, loving the bruises he was leaving on my skin. His knee was between my thighs. I was ready to open the robe, but he sat up and pushed my legs apart.

"God, you smell like dessert," he said. "I told you I want to eat you up."

"Oh fuck," I said. He pulled my panties off, raking his fingers down my skin with them. Then he yanked on my legs to bring me to the edge of the mattress, bent his head, and buried his face in my pussy. "Logan!" I grabbed his hair and tugged it as he consumed me. I was going to die from pleasure. "Logan, Logan, Logan…"

He licked me like an animal, his greedy tongue up and down, swirling, tasting. His stubble and beard rubbing against my sensitive flesh. It was enough to make me lose my mind. "Anna Marie." He vibrated into me. "You taste so good. I've wanted your taste in my mouth for so long."

"You have?" I asked. The pleasure was mounting in my abdomen. It wouldn't be long.

"Mm..."

"Fuck…"

Then he stuck his thick finger in me and pumped in and out, sucking on my clit. I slapped the sheets, fisting them and I lifted my legs, my toes curling. The tension grew in my belly so fast and hard. I barely had time to think before I came against his mouth.

"Oh god!" My voice vibrated in my throat. I bucked my hips up, and he grabbed them, pressing into the nub with his tongue so I could ride out my orgasm against it.

"Logan!" I screamed, shuddering in his hands.

When I stopped convulsing, he eased me back down onto the mattress, where I lay boneless and completely shocked. I panted like a marathon runner, my hands drifting over my face down my body, feeling tingly in all my limbs.

I raised my head and looked down. He was still licking me.

"You crazy motherfucker," I said.

"I can't help it," he said against my pussy. "I had to satisfy us both." He ate me clean, wiped his beard, then crawled over me. He held my hip and slid his arm under my head. It felt so good to be held. I ran my nails over his neck.

"That was…" I panted.

He just smiled.

"This is the awkward part," I said.

His thick eyebrows knit in confusion. "Why?"

"Isn't it?"

"It doesn't have to be does it? I've wanted you for so long."

"When?"

"Since I smelled what I started to do to you. It lit something in me."

"I don't believe you. You've had a hard on for Jean since you met her."

He sighed. "I won't deny there was something between us. But that's over. It's been over for a long time, she made her choice. You however. You're different. I wanted to go after you but you and I couldn't touch." He ran his finger down my neck to the top of my cleavage. My head went back, my eyes closing. "You wouldn't have let me and you know it," he said.

I swallowed. He was right. Working and fighting alongside each other had bred a familiarity between us. We could practically read each other's minds now, and we didn't even have telepathy. So much time dancing around the issues. He was the reason I ran away after all, right when things were getting more intimate between us, and I blamed it on him. But now that I had touch back, I wanted him, and I couldn't deny it anymore.

"You still haven't fucked me," I said, pulling on his shirt

His eyes went dark and wild, but I could tell he was holding back.

"Put your dick in me and ride me," I commanded.

"Hold on you little tart. This is our first time."

"This is so unlike you. You want it. I want it. Fuck me."

"Anna Marie, you will let me make love to you." His gruff tone thrilled me and awakened my desire again.

"Wolverine makes love?" I asked, running my fingers over the hair on his chest above his wife beater. For having already knocked my socks off, we were still basically fully clothed.

"He does when you're in his arms," he said. "That was just the appetizer." He licked his lips.

I threw my head back into his forearm behind my neck. "Logan," I breathed. "Is this really happening?"

"Hm, I think so. Let me make sure." His hand went under the lapel of my robe, peeling it back. I hissed as the cold air hit my hot nipple, and it puckered immediately. His eyes were glassy, drinking me in. "Oh these tits," he growled. "What perfect mounds. That dress you were wearing," he said, pressing a kiss just above the swell of my left breast. He pulled back the other side of the robe. "I wanted to rip through it with my claws."

I inhaled sharply. My skin was tingling and begging for his touch. "Feel them," I said.

He smiled and circled the rough pad of his thumb over my nipple. I gasped, arching in pure pleasure. "Logan, oh please."

"Your breasts are good enough to eat."

"Then do it asshole."

"Hold on."

I pushed the collar of his shirt off his shoulders. "Take off your clothes."

He hissed. "I'm trying to pleasure you, you little bitch."

"I want you."

"I want you too."

"Then why are you going so slow?"

"Do you want me or just my dick?" He looked down at me, his eyes telling me a story of rejection, over and over.

I paused. I reached up and pulled his lips down to mine, to give him a long, slow kiss, showing my interest, my desire. "Is it fair to say both?"

He smiled a rare Logan smile. All him, all warmth. No trace of Wolverine. "I want to do this right," he said.

I sighed. "I do too. But I've been sexually frustrated for so long. I think you have too."

"I didn't come here to just fuck you, I came to have a conversation. I didn't think my mere presence would make you so dripping wet. I couldn't hold back with your not-so-subtle teases."

"Well if you know that, then you know I want your dick in me so badly."

He looked down at me with his eyebrows raised.

"And you," I said. "All of you."

"Ain't that a hell of a thing." He sat up on his knees and took off his dress shirt.

He was so beautiful. A swarthy, flawed, beautiful mess. I sat up too and lifted the tank top from his torso. I raked my fingers into the hairs on his chest. I'd wanted to for so long. I could feel the rumble start in his chest again.

"I want to talk about this, I do," I said. "But I think we need a tension release."

He grabbed my hips in reaction to my words. I knew it.

I kissed up the dip in his pecs, up his throat to bite at his neck. I could hear the growl start. "I won't be done with you once we fuck," I said against his skin.

He pulled my groin to his and looked into my eyes. "I fuck up everything that I touch Baby cakes."

"Promise?" I asked smirking, but he didn't smile back. I put my hand against his stubbly cheek. "You won't mess this up. I've wanted you longer than you've wanted me."

"Promise?"

"Fuck me."

He crushed his mouth over mine. I dug my nails into his back. He ripped open my robe but the tie was knotted fast.

"Fuck this," he said, leaning me back and extended his claws. They shredded into the belt, and he yanked the whole garment off me. "Damn fucking, sexy woman." He grabbed me to him again and circled my breast with his hand. He descended on me sucking my nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.

I half gasped, half groaned. He sucked and laved it like it was a lollypop. His tongue was magical, the texture rough, sending waves of heat down to my pussy making me drip for him. I was bucking so much, we almost fell off the mattress. He caught me and pulled me off the bed to my feet. I tried to go for his pants, but he pushed me against the wall, and held my hands above my head.

Trailing bruising kisses down my throat, down over my breast he sucked on my other nipple. I undulated against the wall crying out. He pinched the nub between his teeth, and I lost my mind. I floated up, wrapping my legs around his waist, thrusting against his erection.

He snarled, letting go of my hands. I knit my fingers into his course hair, and our mouths crashed together again. His chest hair rubbed against my breasts and I moved against him harder. He pressed me against the wall, while he ravaged my mouth. Biting on my lips, sucking, licking. He was the best lover I was ever going to have, and I could tell just from his kisses. He moved down to my neck, grazing the spot under my jaw with his teeth where my blood pulsed for him.

I could feel his cock through his pants pressing against me. My hands went between us to his button and undid it with one move. He growled and it vibrated through me. I pushed his pants down his hips. Reaching in, I wrapped my hand around his length.

He threw his head back with a howl. I pulled my fingers out and licked my hand while he watched wild eyed. I grabbed him again and stroked. He let out a primal cry and almost dropped me, but I had a firm grasp on his thighs with mine.

I looked down at it. "Oh… Logan," I said staring. It was a monster. The biggest cock I'd ever seen. I stroked it lovingly and felt it jump in my hand. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly.

"Fuck, you're getting wetter," he said gruffly, sniffing the air. I helped him push his clothes down and he kicked them off. "I'm going to pound you into the wall."

I moaned and leaned back giving him access to the hot ache inside me. He put himself at my entrance, and then sank deep filling me completely. Despite his size, he slid in like butter. I cried out at the silkiness. The hotness and slip. Pleasure numbing my brain with hormones.

"Rogue." He grunted, pulling our bodies together.

"Logan," I gasped.

He thrust into me like a starved animal. My back hit the wall over and over. My arms were around his huge shoulders, my mouth at his ear, breathing hard. I sucked his earlobe into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and pulled it with my teeth.

He cried out and removed me from the wall. Laying me on the bed, his cock still in me, he started to drive into me again. My eyes rolled back, and I thrust up to meet him. It was carnal the way he stared down at me while he gripped my waist. His eyes showed how much he wanted me, how much he was taking pleasure in my body and gaze. It made the slow build of indulgence unbearable.

"Rogue… Rogue, you feel so good… You're perfect."

"Logan, make me come. I want you, I want you, I want you..." I begged him.

He snarled and rolled me over on top of him. "Ride me."

I stared down at him surprised. He was giving me control. How very un-Wolverine like. But I wasn't going to waste the opportunity. I leaned back, gripping his thigh for leverage, and rolled my body, moving up and down over him. He grabbed my hips to steady me and groaned with each movement. Reaching up, he took my left breast in his hand, running his thumb over my nipple.

My head went back and I pushed my hand through my hair. I luxuriated in the pulse of pleasure from his fingers, his hot cock in my slick folds and the wild look of lust in his eyes.

I felt the build of my orgasm, but before I could come, he sat up and held me to him as we moved together. We stared into each other's eyes.

"Come for me Rogue. Come for me Anna Marie," he said, pushing my white streak of hair out of my face. Then he kissed me.

At the sound of my name on his lips and the press of his mouth against mine, the shudder took hold of my abdomen. It started slow, building like a tidal wave and then I screamed his name as the orgasm ripped through my body. I barely had any comprehension of him coming right after me at first, but then I felt him jerking violently, and his roar tore into my ears.

His hot seed shot inside me over and over and I held his body to me, as he marked me as his. I put my face in his dark hair, breathing deep: spice, earth, a little cigar smoke.

We sat there riding out the aftershocks, gripping each other hard.

He leaned back finally and looked into my face. We just smiled, and I felt a glow as his gaze softened, little crinkles showing at the corners of his eyes.

He pulled me in for gentle kisses, his swollen lips moving softly, soothing the wild ache in me.

"Logan. I…"

"Shh…" He placed a finger against my lips. He held my face in his hands, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. His fingers trailed down my neck, over my shoulders, then grazed across my arms, up again, over my chest. When I realized what he was doing, tears sprang to my eyes. Giving me what I craved most. More than I wanted his fuck, more than gripping his body between my thighs, I longed for the touch of another person.

I closed my eyes, as he traced over my skin. Pressing deep in some places, featherlight touches in others. His hands on my back, stroking up and down giving me pure comfort.

I reciprocated, feeling his chest, his shoulders. Discovering the surprising softness of his skin under the coarse hair over his muscles. The firm warmth of his body.

He kissed my cheek, kissed my fingers, kissed my shoulders.

He pulled me against him, and our hands ran over each other's backs.

"Oh Rogue…" He said against me and kissed me again.

I had just pulled his tongue into my mouth with mine, eliciting a deep guttural moan from him, when a sharp knock rapped on my door and I jumped.

I started to roll off, but he held me harder.

"No," he said.

I smiled at his insistence. "Why?"

"I'm not done touching you. They don't matter."

I knew then he knew their footfalls. "Who is it?"

He just kissed me. The person knocked again. He held my head to him.

"Logan…" I muttered against his mouth.

He groaned, and I looked toward the door. "Are they going to go away?"

"How should I know? I'm not the professor." He drew me back to his mouth.

They knocked again. "Rogue? Rogue, it's Jean."

I jumped, and my heart sank. Oh god. Why? I pulled away and searched his eyes for any excitement that she was at the door. "I just want you," he said. "I promise."

I smashed my lips to his.

"Rogue, open the door."

Logan kissed down my neck and I sighed, my fingers in his hair.

"Dammit Rogue, open up right now. I can move the lock you know."

She wouldn't dare!

Logan growled, and I rolled off him, feeling empty once his cock was no longer filling my ache. I put on my robe and held it closed, since the belt had been sliced through by Logan's voracious love making.

I opened the door partway. "What do you want?"

Jean was in a silk nighty, the neckline down past her cleavage. She was clad in just that, no robe, no underwear. I gasped. You could see right through the sheer fabric. What the hell?

"I heard some noises from the hallway, and I wanted to make sure you were alright," she said.

I narrowed my eyes. Sure, the whole hotel probably heard us howling, but that was over ten minutes ago. So she'd gone back to her room and put on a slinky nighty and come to "check on me." I knew what she wanted immediately. She'd heard Logan's feral cries and came to prove that she was still the one that should be loved and adored. Not me.

Then, I heard Logan's deep timbred voice call out to me like an erogenous hero. "Come back to bed Anna Marie."

Jean's eyes widened.

I smirked at her.

She tried to see around me, but I held the door. "I'm fine," I said. "We're both fine. You can go back to your room."

"Rogue, I can't believe you would…" She stopped, as Logan came up behind me. He'd slipped on his underwear but that was all. He rested his large hands on my shoulders and kissed my hair.

"Jean. Hi. What are you doing here?" he asked. He nuzzled into my neck.

"I… I just wanted to see if Rogue was alright."

"We're fine," he said. "Now if you'll excuse us." He closed the door on her bewildered face then drew me into his arms again. We waited until he nodded that she'd gone.

"Oh Logan, you're my hero." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard.

"Did you like that?" he asked smiling against my mouth.

"I want to live it over and over again…"

"Why?" He placed soft, scratchy, un-wolverine like kisses down my neck.

"Because, sometimes I'm the one that needs to be rescued."

He removed his mouth and looked in my eyes. I resisted looking away. "Rogue... Anna," he said, tenderness in his voice. "You're important to me. I'd do anything for you."

I bit my lip. I had to ask one more time. "Not Jean?"

He put his hand on my cheek and caressed it with his thumb. I knew he was searching for words. "I couldn't have you," he said finally. "I couldn't touch you, or you touch me. You pushed me away over and over because of it. And lastly, you were so young when we met. But now you've grown up and turned into the perfect woman."

That's all I needed.

I stroked my nails down through the hair on his cheeks. A purr started in his chest. I went to the lapels of the robe.

He stood back and raked his eyes over me. "I'll never get tired of this," he said.

I opened the robe slowly and let it drop from my shoulders to the floor.

"Oh Baby cakes," he said, his hand going over his chest. "You undressing for me is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I smiled, glowing inside letting my hands drift down my body and then held my arms out to him, welcoming him into my embrace. He came to me and circled my waist with his arms wrapping me in complete warmth and safety. I leaned in and gave him a kiss that I hoped said everything I felt inside for him. We backed up against the wall again, but this time, we went perfectly slow.