Author's Notes: Um, this was actually not intended to end like it does. It wasn't even supposed to have Smut… and yet… it does. This is my second attempt at Smut, so please… be kind. I was blushing profusely as I wrote this chapter, and it was intended to be longer, but the smut bunny got in the way. Then when I was done with it, well, I just thought it would be an appropriate place to stop. From the looks of things, next weeks chapter (13)will in fact be the last. I won't say that for SURE tho... as it was, this story wasn't supposed to gopast chapter 5. This is... 12?Hope everyone enjoys! (Beta'd by my darling C. ) Any and all mistakes are mine tho!
"No, Carol. Don't hurt her. Stop, stop please. Please, why are you doing this to me?" Marie's soft whimpers and the smell of her tears woke Logan from the fitful sleep he'd fallen into.
Gently shaking her shoulders, he called out to her, "Marie, Marie darlin'. Wake up now. C'mon baby, wake up now."
Green eyes wet with unshed tears looked into his, before she buried her head into his shoulder.
"God Logan, I killed her. I killed her," she began to sob.
Logan could only stroke her hair and hold her close as her body shook with the force of her crying. When she had cried herself to sleep, nestled against his chest, he whispered to her softly, "Don't worry Marie. I'll kill him for what he's done to you. No one is ever going to hurt you again."
Kissing the crown of her hair he again closed his eyes, comforted by the sound of her rhythmic breathing.
"Scott!"
"Kitty, have you found anything?"
"I've gone over all the activity of known and suspected labs, only two have the kind of activity that would suggest they have both Rogue and Logan in custody. This theory is also supported by their electrical use and materials that they've had delivered recently. They would need something other than the conventional cell to hold those two you know?"
"Good job, Kitty. Is there anything else?"
"Well, I kinda hacked into New York City's Red Light Camera data base around the nearest suspect area, as well as store surveillance cameras…"
"Kitty…."
"I know, I know… But, I got at least five shots with Rogue on them. One of which is a shot of her heading into the Institute of Genetic Fundamentals, which is also one of the two labs that I've collected data on. We know where they are!"
Scott looked over the printouts that Kitty slid in his direction, before looking back up at her.
"Kitty, get the team together. We move as soon as we have a game plan."
The first thing Logan noticed when he woke up was that Marie wasn't beside him. He was reassured that she was still in the room by her scent and the sound of her breathing. Propping himself up on one elbow he turned his head to scan the room for her, his eyes settling on her figure in the corner. She was in a classic meditation position, one she had learned from him, eyes sealed shut and concentration written plainly on her face. He'd only ever seen her like this after the Statue of Liberty incident; she'd been struggling to reconcile Magneto's personality with her own. It had been a tough battle for her and one only she herself could fight. He had watched as she'd struggled to integrate everything that was Eric Lensherr, so that the chaos inside her mind would finally quiet down into something that would at least allow her to function normally.
He recognized the determination in the set of her jaw and the way her eyes flickered behind the closed lids. She hadn't even heard him stir.
"Marie?"
She startled when she heard his voice, snapped completely into the present reality and out of her own inner turmoil. Beautiful eyes focused on his face, "Logan, you're awake," she attempted a half hearted smile before standing up and walking over to him.
"Yeah, yeah I am. Looked like you were concentratin' pretty hard just now."
"Ah…" she faltered before clearing her throat, her accent thickening with the nervousness that coursed through her body.
"Do ya trust me Logan?" Uncertain green eyes met his.
"Of course, darlin', with my life. You know that."
The statement prompted a genuine smile this time, and she began to fidget slightly with the hem of her scrub top.
"Close your eyes."
Not knowing what to expect, but trusting the woman in front of him, he felt the mattress dip slightly with her added weight. He could smell her, her fear and apprehension and something else just under the surface, as she shifted closer to him. He wasn't prepared for the feel of her soft fingers on his face and his eyes snapped open to meet her once more. He didn't move as he waited for the pull to begin; he trusted her, which was something almost completely foreign to him, but if she needed to touch him he wouldn't stop her.
After several long seconds passed with nothing happening she sat back on her knees and pulled her hand away from his cheek, replacing it in her lap.
"How is this possible, Marie?" A million thoughts ran through his mind, foremost being how very soft her skin was. He'd dreamt about something like this. This moment, maybe not with the same set of circumstances, but he'd dreamt of how her skin would feel. It was far beyond anything he could have possibly imagined.
She let out a deep breathe, "Carol. It's a gift from Carol."
Sitting up he let the sheet fall to his waist as he put his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her into him. Looking into her eyes, their faces scant inches apart, he closed the distance when his lips met hers. The kiss was tentative at first, gaining momentum with each passing second until his lips were crushing hers. His tongue played along her lips demanding entrance, seeking to taste her. When her tongue met his he realized he'd never tasted anything sweeter. Something like fire raced through his veins as he tangled his hand in her hair and lowered her to the mattress. His fantasies of her were nothing compared to the reality, the feel of her nails on his back and the soft moans he elicited from her drove him on. It wasn't until he felt her hands tugging at the waist band of the scrub pants he wore, that he stopped himself.
Disentangling from her was almost painful and the beast inside him howled in frustration. A look of hurt flit across her features as she sat up against the wall, chest heaving slightly as she tried to catch her breath.
"Logan? Did I do something wrong?" The question was laced with insecurity, and her eyes spoke of hurt at the slight.
"I don't want you to do something you may regret." His heart nearly broke as the dismay crashed over her.
Her voice was quiet when she spoke again, "You said you loved me, Logan. Were ya just sayin it because ya thought you'd never see me again?" The uncertainty was back in her eyes, doubt clouding over them like a small storm.
"God no, Marie! I meant every word, but you darlin', you're still so young, and I… I don't want to take advantage of you. I don't want to hurt you."
"But I do!" she cried, "This," she gestured at her skin, "this might not last. I love you, Logan, I always have and if this is the only chance I have, WE have… I don't want to live my whole life not knowing what it's like to touch you." Her eyes were downcast, sullen, the anguish clear in her voice.
"To have you touch me," she whispered it as a solitary tear trickled down her cheek.
He moved his thumb to brush the tear drop from her face, his hand lingering on the slightly flushed skin, cupping her cheek. She leant her head into his touch savoring the warmth and strength he provided, even as he moved his thumb down to her lips. She kissed the digit reverently before he pulled her to him once more. The kiss was slow and sensual and both participants were floored by the heat of it.
Gently pull the scrub top over her head, he watched as her hair settled against her naked back. He stared at the pale flesh, at the delicate blush that crept over her body at his gaze. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, before running them slowly up her sides to cup her breasts. The dusky rose of her nipples beckoned him and he moved his mouth to cover the already hardened flesh. At the flick of his tongue over the bud, her back arched, fingers sliding into his hair and pulling. He moved from one nipple to the next, lightly nibbling to draw out pleasured gasps from Marie. Gently moving over her, he began to lay a trail of kisses from her chest to her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel before sliding the pants from her hips. Spreading her legs he positioned himself between them, before sliding his tongue over her clit.
"God, Logan!" she cried when his fingers entered her, her body arching off the bed while he continued his ministrations. It wasn't long before she came, her inner muscles clamping down around his fingers, his tongue moving in circles around the hard nubbin.
"Logan, please," she begged, "Please."
He looked up and into heavy lidded eyes, desire lancing through him at the very sight. Pulling down the pants he wore, he slid up her body, careful not to lay his full weight on her. Positioning himself at her entrance, he looked into her eyes once more, his question clear. She bit her lip as she nod her head in assent, and Logan slid into her. She let out a small groan at the intrusion of his body and the burning sensation as the skin marking her virginity was broken. When she'd adjusted he began to move inside of her, slowly at first, but building a steady rhythm. After a time, he felt her begin to tremble and her inner muscles clench him as her orgasm washed over her; the feeling was enough to send him over the edge. With a grunt and one last thrust he was coming, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. Falling to one elbow he laid his head in the hollow of her throat as she ran her hands down his heated skin. She held his head to her body, even as they shifted, both content and sated for the time being.
She shifted slightly to look down at him, concern making its way to her features.
"What about protection? I didn't even think… I'm not on anything. I didn't think I would ever need to be." She finished the sentence shyly, finding it hard to meet his eyes.
He sat up before kissing her again, "Don't worry, baby, it's not your time."
She looked slightly taken aback, but curiosity won out. "What do you mean?"
Tapping the side of his nose with his forefinger he replied, "I can tell. Now c'mere." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and settled down against the bed.
She laid her head on his chest as he pulled the sheet around them, and both drifted into a contented slumber, temporarily free of any nightmares.
