X-menlover-Sorry, I'll try to tone it down a bit for you. Thanks, it's really good to know you like it.

Cat2fat900- LOL. I thank you and the squirrels. :-)

Bima-Thank you. Happy you enjoyed it that much. More as you wish.

Enchantedlight- Thanks once again, and here it is once again for you.

KISSED

Logan wasn't about to stop there, but then he remembered exactly what he was doing. 'Shit.' He couldn't believe what he just did. He knew that she was only teasing him, and he took it to a whole different level. Logan pulled out of the kiss and stared at her, enjoying the fact that he just left her breathless, but scared out of his mind at how she was going to react. He was desperately trying to think of some possible way to remedy the situation, but he was having a hard time thinking about anything except what he wanted to do to her right then. It took her a little while to catch her breath and open her eyes, but she didn't say anything, nor show any emotions whatsoever. He was desperately trying to hold himself together, from wanting to do that again in order to gain a reaction.

He never actually did get a reaction though, not anything. She merely grabbed her crutches and made her way back to her room. Logan grunted and laid down on the couch, missing the warmth that he felt from her body, missing her lips caress his. It scared him so much as to how she would react to that, but she wouldn't show it, which scared him all the more. He felt as if he could not sleep for days for all of the aggravation this was bringing to him, but ended up falling asleep nonetheless. But he was restless and woke up many times through the night. Then there was a scent, a presence in the room with him. It was Marie. At first he acted like he didn't notice, just enjoying the smell of her, but then knew that whatever that was coming to him, he probably deserved it. He sat up, in the dark, and once his eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed a shapely figure sitting in the dark. He could barely see her, but he knew that even if he could, that he wouldn't be able to read her. Her heartbeat was regular, her face would be blank, her scent would never give off an ounce of anxiety.

They merely sat there in silence for a long time. Finally he decided to speak up.

"Look, Marie," he sighed, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked him, almost as if nothing happened.

"Well, for tonight." hoping that his answer would suffice. But was taken back by her sudden laughter.

"For that kiss?" she asked in between giggles, trying to calm herself. He just grunted in reply.

"Ya that lonely Logan?" she asked him playfully but he did not reply. So she stood up and walked to the fireplace, slowly lighting it before him. At first, he could only see her face in the dim light, but then he noticed what she was wearing. She had on her black robe, but it was what was underneath it that intrigued him. It was a fiery red, silk nightgown that barely covered any inch of her. He gulped as she pulled her hair down from it's bun and let the curls fall upon her shoulders. Her robe seemed to slowly fall towards her feet as she came over to him, sitting more than close enough for his comfort. He eyed her curiously as she smirked at him playfully.

"What's this all about?" he asked trying desperately to keep his hands to himself.

"What's it look lahke?" she drawled out. "Isn't this what ya wanted?" she asked him plainly, but his own desires were getting ready to take over for him. He looked away from her, doing everything he could think of to take his mind off the woman next to him, well until she reached down and grasped his thigh firmly. He jumped off of the couch and stared at her.

"What is it that you want darlin'?" she looked at him as if she were really thinking it over in her head.

"Ah don't know." she stood up and closed the distance between them, sauntering over to him seductively, "But is this what ya wanted?" she whispered into his ear. He lost track of all thought once he felt the tickle of her breath against his ear, so he grabbed her and instinctively kissed her. Logan picked her up and brought her to her room, his mind only on one thing and that was her. He laid her down watching her every move, every expression, and then hovered over her, kissing her passionately. But once he started to make his way down her neck she whispered his name, and that brought him back to his senses. He sat up and looked at her.

"You're not ready for this?" she didn't answer, but that it was enough of one for him. He stood up and walked out, not just of her room, but of her home. Logan left his truck, but he needed to get out of there. He wasn't angry with her, just at himself for letting it go that far. He knew that if he didn't get out of there then, there wouldn't be any stopping him.