Author : Evilerk
Series: Wolverines Don't
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Notes : I was going to switch off from smut to fluff but apparently the people want smut. Who knew?! :P I may still switch off to fluff in the next two chapters but we'll see. I mean, everyone else wrote a pool or a hunting story. Why can't I? :P And now... fluffy/smut. Or flut if you prefer.
#2: WOLVERINES DON'T PLAY GAMES
He liked these quiet times - just him, on the mansion's cool steps, looking up at the stars. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his senses catch the sounds of the forest around him. He was at peace with himself.
Yep, only one thing could make it better. A small smile as he shifted, easing himself further against the cool pillar. And she's about ten steps behind, closing in fast.
He scratched his chest, lazily. Well, now this night is perfect.
"Logan?" Marie purred, as she sauntered over to where he was sitting. She sat a step higher than him, her knees nudging his arms. "It must have been a tough one if you're sitting out here, sugah. "
A small nod from him - a subtle response. Yet it made her slid onto his lap, careful not to spill his beer, wanting to get more out of her man.
"It's good to see you too, darlin'." He pulled her possessively closer to him. Her worries for him made him all warm sometimes. A little too warm. He started to pepper the sensitive spot behind her ear with kisses.
"You smell so good, baby." He growled, not stopping his kisses.
"Lo-gan." She moaned. She would have given in, but she wanted to snap him out of his mood - this brooding mood he had been in lately. She pushed herself back with a new resolve, looked him deep in the eyes and gave him the Look.
Then she moved to whisper in his ear, her hot breath and closeness playing havoc with his senses."Come on, Logan, come play with me."
"Marie." Another growl. "You know I can't resist that look."
"I know, sugah." She grinned. "That's why I do it." She teased as she got up and started to pull him with her.
The sudden pull from her made him clumsy as he stood up, nearly toppling over her. His hands grabbed her waist to balance, making him laugh huskily and her giggling at the sudden gesture.
"Damn, baby, you don't know your own strength." But then, the sudden feel of her this close to him, make him remember something she said earlier. Absently, he licked his lips. "So, darlin', what you have in mind?"
The Look was still there. With that pout to go along, it only made him wanting to lean closer to her and --
She laughed suddenly. "Why, pool, of course! What did ya think I meant, Mr. Dirty Mind?''
It was meant as a blow to his pride but Logan merely smirked. "What can I say, baby, you bring it outta me." His voice low. "Plus, there's that whole healing factor thing." He looked at her and wagged his eyebrows.
And then, he gave her a playful, tight smack on her ass.
"Logan!" She cried, giving him a small shove back. But the mock anger didn't last long. "Well, c'mon!"
Inside, being pulled into the Rec Room, Logan saw a few younger students still up, watching a movie. Some lame romance movie. But there was something else that caught his sight. Tucked away, at the corner of the couch, he noticed a pair of red ruby glasses curled up with Jean.
Heh, whipped. The laughing thought was supposed to be quiet. But Scott had looked over at Logan, giving him a "Back at you, pal." Logan bared his teeth at him, quickening his pace.
"So, sugah, ready to lose?" Marie asked, ignorant of the men's exchange. Her brown eyes were sparkling with excitement.
He leaned into her and replied, "Please, Marie, don't write checks that cute little ass can't cash."
"You think my ass is cute, huh?" She pursed her lips, batting her eyelashes. Playing innocent was what she do best.
Logan groaned. "Ok, Miss Ego, let's see what you got."
As it went, Logan won the first game. Marie just barely won the second. Neither was about to give in too easily. So by the third game, they were pretty much all alone in the hall.
And by this time too, Logan had started to clean the table. Marie was left frowning and sighing. This wasn't looking good for her. Just a few more, and she had to call it quits.
She needed to play dirty.
So as Logan was lining up a shot, she undid a few buttons and leaned over the rail, pretending she wasn't aware of the amount of lush flesh she was exposing to him. But she knew she would get his attention.
And it didn't take long. She watched carefully as his eyes went from the ball right to her ample cleavage. Then when those eyes finally looked at her, she gave a small smile and said in a husky voice, "Mmm, don't blow it, Logan."
He let out a low snarl, taking the shot nevertheless. Yet neither was looking as the ball missed.
Knowing well it was working, Marie climbed onto the table. "I just love the way you handle your balls, sugah. Such control of your stick."
His eyes narrowed as he dropped the stick. "Marie…" His voice tensed through his clenched teeth.
Now, on all fours on the green table, she crawled closer to him.
"It's not wise to tease the Wolverine, baby." His hazel eyes darkening as she finally reached him, her hands on his chest and long legs dangling on the side of the table.
"Maybe." The Look from her.
And he forgot whether he had won or lost the game because her mouth had found his, smothering him with a searing kiss. He pulled her roughly closer to him, wanting to feel more of her tongue. A whimper escaped from her. And soon she was kissing him back just as hard, just as wanting. Her legs wrapped themselves around his narrow hips, nice and tight as he pushed her down onto the table. He moved to one of her weak spots - her neck, biting down into the soft flesh marking her again.
She let out a low moan.
Logan loved the way she responded to his touches. The sounds she was making now only make him even more eager. So he moved down her neck, then lower, and lower, until he reached the peaks of her breasts. Hastily, he tore away the remaining buttons.
"Logan, I – ooh. " A lick on her right nipple. "I -- j-just bought this -- yesss." Another on her left. "shirt --" Her words changed to moans as she was lost in the sensations of him kissing and sucking her breasts. "So, good, Lo-ooh -- Logan."
As she arched into his mouth, one hand tangled into his wild hair. The other were clutching him tight, leaving nail marks in his back- her own way of marking him, at least until it healed. She was tingling with desire when she felt his manhood pressed against her, straining to get out. And too willingly was she to unzip him then.
But Logan abruptly stopped her. He turned away from her, his ears perked up.
She wanted to protest.
"Ssh." He hushed her.
Soon enough, under the dim light, they saw a bluish figure, lumbering past the opened door to the pool room. Hank had come up from the lab, no doubt, all sleepy-eyed, trying to find his way for some coffee. Logan kept still as he watched the hairy mutant disappeared into the kitchen, luckily never once noticing them.
Marie sighed in relief before chuckling."I think we should go some place more private, sugah."
Logan grunted in agreement. He pulled away from her reluctantly, letting her fix her top.
"Logan, I swear, you're going to have to learn to control yourself around me." She mused. Then giving up on buttoning her torn blouse, she sighed, "We both go through more outfits this way."
"Can't help it." His voice raspy. "You're just so fucking hot."
Marie blushed a deep crimson.
He stalked towards her. "Now, about that someplace private." He grinned wolfishly at her.
Marie suddenly felt her knees go weak at the prospects of that. But then she was still in a mood to play.
"Well, you want me, sugah, you're going to have to catch me."
And before the words could even sink into the hazy mind of the Wolverine, Marie was already laughing away, and dashing out of the mansion and into the forest.
Logan just grinned wider, letting out a low growl, more Wolverine than ever. "That's my girl. Let the games begin.'' Stealthily, he hopped over the balcony and onto the lawn. He sniffed the air before finally running after her.
Marie had a pretty good hiding place, well, a high one anyway. She was in the tallest tree so that really gave her the best vantage point to see him coming. Not to mention she was downwind so she figured she was safe.
But she figured wrong.
Without warning, the tree creaked and suddenly it fell over too fast for her to react. She went with it and soon found herself rolling out of the tree. She had to get up quickly because she knew what made the tree fall. She just didn't realize he would find her this fast.
But Logan grabbed her as she tried to flee. And soon enough found himself entangled in her arms. And before he could see where he landed, he found himself pinning her to the ground, his big heavy chest on her soft breasts. Both panting hard.
But still she pretended to struggle more. "Let me go."
"No." A soft hot whisper on her face.
"I'm warning you, Logan."
Yet her struggling had stopped as he let go of his hands on her wrists. His face inches away from her, he whispered, "I win."
Then there were no more words - just a need between them, an aching desire. Neither was going to last long because of the foreplay from the pool game and the hunt. They didn't need anymore foreplay. They needed each other now.
And this time Logan didn't stop her as she unzipped him, pulling his manhood out, stroking him softly and urging him to be where it should be - between her legs.
In response, he hitched her skirt higher, ripping her panties away and pushing her thighs apart. He growled as she opened in need for him. He had to be inside her now, making love to her in the wilderness, under the stars. The way he always liked it.
He sank deep into her. As deep as he could bring himself to until he felt the tightness of her flesh around the whole length of him, until he felt her pulsed hard on him, until they came together.
It was then that they realized that they were never going to be apart again. Not ever. And he sealed that promise with a loving kiss on her lips.
As they laid there, breathing hard, leaves littered around them, Logan pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.
"So, darlin', what do you want to do tomorrow night?" Already, he was starting to close his eyes, listening to her breathing. Her answer didn't matter. What mattered was she was good for him. He was at peace with himself.
Marie was going to quote the Brain to that question, but figured he wouldn't get the reference. Snuggling him, she just smiled lazily, and said "You'll see."
And she drifted off to a sound sleep in her lover's arms.
End of Part 2©2004, Evilerk, h t t p : burn.at / atouchofevil