Sorry it took so long to update, but this stupid computer erased everything that I had already written for chapter six. And thankfully, this one turned out much better than the first.

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Breathless, Corrie sat down at the table, laughing with delight. "Wow. I never knew a place that rich people resided could have so much..."

"Fun?" Logan threw in, reaching for his glass of water that, thankfully, was free, probably since the cheapest meal on the menu was $12 dollars and that was shrimp cocktail, a mere hors d'oeuvre. When the men arrived and the menu's were handed out, Cyborg had to pry the menu from Logan's hands, just so the teen would stop gawking at the extreme, and exceedingly priced, meals.

Corrie nodded, throwing her hair over her shoulder with a toss of her head. "I mean they played something people could dance to, other than the tango and waltz, which, I might add, were extremely entertaining. And I never knew you knew how to dance either. Well, actually, I never thought you could dance period."

"Hmm, you and me both. I always seem to surprise myself."

She laughed, pressing a hand to her collarbone, as if to cool her down. Logan's gaze instantly dropped down to where her hand lay, and his gaze hung there.

She sighed, looking around the ballroom, or eatery, or whatever it was called.

"I wonder..." She glanced at him, then back at the room, and did a double take. Logan was not even paying attention. He was to busy staring at...she glanced down to see what he was looking at, and blushed. Then her lips tilted upwards.

She leaned forward, holding back a laugh when his eye widened just a bit. "Logan," she said, her voice husky and seductive. "Why don't we go somewhere...more private?"

His eyes snapped up fast and she couldn't hold the laugh in this time. "You are so easy. All I have to do is wear something low cut and tight, lean forward, and I have complete control over you."

"Not true." But he was having a hard looking her in the eye. His gaze wanted so badly to wonder down to the bodice of her gown.

"Come on, Logan. You know as well as I that you are having a hard time keeping your eyes on mine. Your eyes are dying to wonder down." Damn her. But, he would never admit it.

"That is not true. I am perfectly capable looking you in the eye without them wandering down. I have more self control than you think." Her lips tilted up in a mischievous grin, as if she knew something he didn't.

He blinked rapidly to keep his eyes from wandering. "Logan," she asked quietly, her long fingers tracing the lace tablecloth. "What are you going to get me for my birthday?"

Without really thinking it through, he answered. "I don't know. Your hard to shop for." Did he say something? Logan wondered. He had been so busy trying to keep his from wondering he didn't really pay attention to what was going on around him.

"I'm hard to shop for, huh?" Was that what he said?

"Uh, well, yeah. I mean, your not like most girls and you aren't to prone to wearing jewelry, and I defiantly know I won't buy you anything that will cause me serious pain, like boxing gloves, so..."

"Or is it the fact that you have trouble buying for someone that you have never though about in years?" She meant it as a tease, but her eyes were serious, cloudy with suppressed pain.

"Look, Corrie—"

"Let's not worry about that. I don't want to ruin the evening on past heartbreaks—I mean...past events." Shit. That went well. Her and her big mouth were running away from her.

"Heartbreaks?"

"Uh, I meant to say past events. I corrected it, didn't I?"

"Coriander..." She raised an eyebrow. "Coriander? Only my teachers or parents say that when I'm in trouble. Or Kern. But he only does that when I do a sneak attack and kick his feet out from under him. He hates that."

"You do that to an old man?"

She gave a throaty chuckle. "Kern, I have noticed, is not as old as he appears. He might look fragile, but give him a weapon, and he will attack. His favorite weapon happens to be that stupid old cane of his. He just loves to hit people on the head with it." Thankful for the change in subject, she told him about how Kern had smacked her father the other day for sneaking the forbidden ice cream out of the freezer. Kern had just said the Star would have done the same if she were not taking Gray to the doctor for a check up.

Logan was so enthralled with her. Juts watching her talk and laugh was a joy for him. And it scared the hell out if him. Was he actually falling for her? All the years he had ignored her, tossed her aside like mere trash, he had felt...empty. Alone. But now, as he watched her smile at him...he felt complete. And he was scared. Scared that he could be falling in love with her; scared that when he did...he knew he would break her heart. And he couldn't put her through that. She deserved so much better than him.

"Logan?"

He snapped back to reality fast. "Yeah?" He wouldn't let her know the thoughts that plagued his mind.

She braced her elbows on the table and cupped her chin in her hands. "How would you like to go home, rent a movie, and order food that is not my entire allowance and then some?" He grinned, nodding. As he helped her to her feet, he ignored the pounding of his heart at the closeness, ignored the heat the coursed through him. He would always ignore it, just so not to hurt her in the future. He would ignore it if it killed him.

Robin dipped his wife, and they froze in the position with grins as their daughter walked up. Corrie laughed, looking down at her mother's happy face. Her parents looked so young, so carefree, so in love. God how she cherished them: and she would destroy anything that tried to hurt them.

"Mom, Dad, Logan and I are heading out. We are just going to rent a movie, order a pizza, and whatnot. The food here is too expensive. And, by the way, stay here as long as you wish. Tonight, live like you did before me." She grinned at her parents, kissing her father's cheek, careful of her mother. Robin brought her back up once Corrie pulled back, and his heart melted at the sight of his wife and daughter hugging. His girls. They would always be his girls. And, though it would kill him like nothing else, he had a feeling he was on the path to losing his little girl: To Logan.

After a quick goodbye to his parents, they walked out, already arguing about their favorite football teams. "Oh no, you are so wrong. The Cowboy's are horrible." Corrie glared. "They might be in a large loosing streak, but..." She grinned. "Their kicker, Billy Cundiff is worth watching them play. Damn his hot." She laughed when he grabbed her waist, pulling her back against him and nibbling on her neck. "Hot, huh?"

"Someone seems jealous."

"Of a scrawny football player? Hell no."

"Oh, but compared to you, he is far from scrawny." He grunted, and tickled her sides until she had to beg for him to stop. "Calling me little, huh?" She squealed as he continued to tickle her. "Logan, stop!" She could stop laughing.

"Then take it back."

"Okay, okay, your not little, Billy Cundiff is not hot, and the Cowboys suck." He finally stopped, and she elbowed him playfully. "Now...I take it all back. You are scrawny." Kicking off her heels and picking up her skirt, she ran. It took him a short time to catch on to her game, and he grumbled, kicking off his dress shoes, picking her shoes and his up, and running after her.

She finally slowed when they reached the shore close to the tower, laughing as he caught up. Her hair had fallen out of the clip so it now all hung down her back and was striking against the white of her gown. The cold had stung her cheeks so they were now red, but she paid no attention to the cold. Only him. He caught her around the waist, and, knowing the consequence, she pushed them both in the cold ocean water. He came up sputtering salt water, and as she pushed her wet hair back from her face so it floated behind her, blending with the black water, she couldn't help a giggle. The water splashed against her chest and his stomach, and she couldn't suppress a shudder. Not from the cold, but from the closeness to Logan.

She calmed as he came close to her, and she lifted a hand to push the wet hair from his forehead. And as he slowly lowered his mouth to her, she knew, knew what she wanted from him, needed. She felt him fumble around in his pocket and pull something out.

He pulled back from her, and damned himself to hell. He couldn't ignore the feelings he had for her. And as he opened the blue leather jewelry box, now wet, and opened it, she had to tell him her feelings. She had to tell him she loved him. She could not hold it in any longer. And...she wanted to tell him some else. He slipped the diamond necklace around her slim neck and whispered against her ear, "I lied. I did get you something."

Her kissed her again, ignoring the waves that beat against their bodies gently. He pulled her to him, for warmth from the cold, and just to feel her against him. She fit against him perfectly, as if they were made to blend as one.

She had to do it now. "Logan..." She had always been able to say things, no matter what it was. But God, this was so hard. "Logan, look, I know that I am defianantly not for you, and I know I never will, but...I know this might sound corny, but it's true. I love you. I have for a while now. And though I never thought that I would actually have this conversation, I know that, well, I thought it over and I know that it's the right thing to do." Coriander, you can do it. You've gotten this far. "I know you don't love me back, and that's fine. I never expected you to. But I can tell you care, though you won't admit it." He grinned, pulling her to him. "I'm not finished yet."

He faked a sigh and she poked him gently. "Come on, Logan, this is really hard for me, so don't make fun of me."

"Believe me Corrie, I'm not making fun of you." He was still trying to digest the fact that she came out and told him she loved him.

"I have thought it through, and I think now would be the best time to say it. And please, just hear me out before you object, okay?" Here was the hard part. Telling him she wanted to give her virginity to him. Damn, how could she say this without seeming nervous, though she was. More than anything, she was apprehensive.

"Logan...I want you to be my first." She held up a finger when he opened his mouth, though that was probably from shock.

"I don't expect the baggage that sex usually brings. I don't expect you to love me, or even ask me to be your girlfriend or whatever. I just...want this one night with you. One night is all I ask. And when we go back to school Monday, I won't expect you to treat me any differently. I don't care, well I always care, but I will understand if you completely ignore me, as you usually do. Logan," she held up her finger again to shut him up. "Just listen. I really want this. I don't care if it is just one night. I can handle that. I want you tonight, Logan."

She waited for the rejection, for the humiliation and hurt, but it never came. Instead, she looked up to find him smiling. "Your wrong. When I do take you to my bed, it won't be just once, I can promise you that. And about the entire school thing...I'll gladly give up my popularity to be with you. If they don't like it, they were never good friends anyways. But Corrie, when I take you upstairs, there'll be no turning back. You won't be able to change anything. Think this through just once more. Are you entirely sure that it is me that you want?"

Her heart was pounding in her throat as she nodded. Oh God, he was going to do it. He wanted to. And he didn't reject her. Oh God. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." She would deal with the consequences later. But now...now all she wanted was Logan. No guilt, no penalty, just her and Logan.

He smiled, lowing his mouth to hers before gathering her in his arms, like a bride, and slowly headed for the tower.

And as he slowly lowered her onto his bed, her eyes trusting as he slid into her... he finally realized how much he truly loved her.

Suspended above the tower, he watched the two lovers with hate. Wind wiped his cloak and hair, and the rain, which no one had expected, poured down, soaking. Logan had taken what was meant to be his. He had taken Coriander away from him. No one was supposed to touch her but him. The minute she had been born, Apollo had known she was supposed to be his. While flames licked at his flesh in hell, he knew that she was destined to be his.

No one else was supposed to have her, to touch her as Logan was doing now. But, though she was no longer untouched, he would still have her. And would kill Logan in the process. He would already have her if it were not for Logan. She would be his queen if it were not for Logan. And that bitch betrayed him! She had give Logan her body and heart as if it rightfully belonged to him! But it would not matter. She would pay for her betrayal, and would pay greatly, as would Logan.

And as for Logan, well, he knew exactly how to rid of him, how to bring the bastard to his knees. Take what he loves away from him. And when he rightfully put Coriander in her place as the worthless whore she was, Logan would will die watching his love in the arms of another, willing or not. And those arms happened to be Apollo. But first, first he planned on playing with there so-called relationship. He would put their love to the test.

He knew he was morbid, but oh how he loved when one was heartbroken from the rejection or cruel words of a loved one, and the in some fateful turn of events, the heartbroken on is killed before the other has time to apologize. And therefore, the one who inflicted pain would willow in guilt, hopefully ending their pain with suicide. Oh how he loved the pain of the guilty one, loved the way they would cry and scream. But, more than anything, he loved watching as they picked up a gun, tears streaming down their faces' as they pressed the handgun to their temple and pulled the trigger to rid them of the guilt. Or how they would run a sharp knife over the sensitive flesh on their wrist, watching the blood flow down their skin, and onto the carpet as the slowly faded into darkness. Maybe, if he were lucky, Logan would do the same.

Forget making the whore his. Her death would be so much more pleasurable. But maybe he would have a slight taste before he murdered her. His once fowl mood brightened. He could hear the headlines now. 'The unfortunate rape and murder of Coriander, the daughter of Richard Greyson, also known as Robin, and Starfire, and the suicide of Logan, son of Garfield Logan also known as Beast Boy, and Raven of Teen Titans.' He resisted the childish urge to clap with glee. Oh, how he loved unhappy endings. With one final glance at the two lovers, he quietly said with a grin, "See you in hell, Logan." And disappeared into the fog.

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I was listening to "Rain" by Breaking Benjamin when I wrote the part with Logan and Corrie and it just seemed so perfect. Well, the music seemed perfect, not the lyrics. Wait, no.... hell, you know what I mean... hopefully. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. And, I know what I wrote was so not like my usual writing and was a little more mature... but it just seemed so...right. I'm sorry if I offended anyone. But that is the farthest I'll ever go in that department, that is, until I'm older. Hmm.... anyways, hope ya'll liked this.