A/N:Hey ya'll this is the first time I'm publishing any of my stories. I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything thats has to do with X-men (I wish I owned the real Logan though, hehe) And if you do want to sue, you'll be recieving pennies. lol. The story however does belong to me. All from the wierd imgaintaion in my head. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: No Changes

"I hate you!" she slammed the door in his face droping down and sitting against the door. She put her face in her hands and cried. She cried for everything. She cried for loving him. She cried for loving anyone in general. She relived everything in her head over and over again, hoping that maybe things would change and seem better. But they didn't. And the more she relived it the angrier she got and stronger she cried.

She knew somethng had been going on with him. Ever since he got back three months ago she knew he'd changed, she'd seen him changed; literately. She knew he'd lived through things that she couldn't and didn't want to begin to imagine. With all that knowledge though, she thought he'd gotten better.

Since his return he was no longer the same person he'd been before his departure. He used have a strong and havea powerful personlaity, but not arrogant. Despite always showing a rough shell, she knew he was truly a kind person, kinder than many people she'd met before, even with all the hate he had inside for the pain of his past..

"Please open the door!" he pounded the door, almost breaking it.

"No, Logan! You promised me! You said you were going to try and change. You said you would get better, you lied!"

"Marie, please open the door"he pleaded

"No, leave me alone, I don't want to see or talk to you right now" she bit down her lip to keep from weeping too loudly. She didn't want him to know she was crying for him, angry yes, but not sad.

With that he left.

She layed on the bed thinking about what had just happened and remembered a time when things were better; They're first time together:

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He came closer to me and I could smell what he wanted. He wanted me, just as I wanted him. I didn't really need to smell it though I could plainly see it, and I couldn't wait to feel it.... I wanted to taste every inch of flesh on his body, I wanted to kiss his lips passionately, and have him make me scream his name like there was no tomorrow. We couldn't hold back any longer and I just threw my lips at his, tasting his lips and tongue memorizing it never to forget. I ran my hands over his face and hair while his were on mine. We held each others mouths for what seemed like an eternal kiss. Moaning the arousel it brought to us, we pushed each other on the bed and he fell on top of me. We continued to kiss intensley as he started sliding his hands up my shirt. My nipples became instantly hard at his touch and he started to run his fingers over them. I started untucking his shirt and unwillingly broke the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt over his head. We got back to kissing and I began running my hands up and down his broad and muscular back. I felt every line of his muscles as I touched his flesh savoring it through my fingertips. 'Damn he feels good' she thought, moist and hard from long hours at the gym. He started to unbutton my blouse with one hand as he held his body up with the other. I moved my hands to his sweat-drenched hair and brought his head downwards to my body as he opened my blouse and found my bare chest.

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To be continued.....

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