His eyes widened slightly as he gazed up into Marie's eyes. Various whistles and catcalls echoed around the pair as Marie closed the cage door behind her. Logan sniffed the thickening air and shook his head, with a fierce look settling upon his features. "No, I'm not doing this." He said stiffly taking a step forward, vaguely aware of the cackles from the premature drunks at Marie's choice of outfit…or lack thereof.
Hell, I've never seen her wearin' something like that before, he thought looking her shapely figure up and down appreciatively. Marie followed his eyes and smirked slightly.
"Ready to fight Logan?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly under the intense lights from above. She tightened and released her fists at her side in rapid succession. Logan continued to stare at her with a mix of confusion and doubt on his face.
"Let's do this. Come on, I've been waiting several years to kick you're sorry ass to the curb…now come on!" She yelled over the cheers and hoots, raising her arms in confrontation. Logan still remained unmoved, and for a brief moment Marie caught a glimpse of something run through his eyes. Perhaps it was sadness. After a few moments he shook his head. "Go home kid." That was all he could muster.
"I'm not a kid anymore Logan,' She angry replied. "I haven't been a kid for a very, very long time."
Logan snorted and ran a hand through his devilish hair, his frown deepening with every second. "I'm not doing this with you now." His voice rumbled deep with authority and his eyes shone with an anger she had not seen since Liberty Island.
Marie felt her breath shortening and the tears beginning to tickle the back of her eyes. "You owe me this!" She hissed at him, "You owe me!"
Logan lowered his head and started to pace around the cage, glancing from her to the floor and back to her. She stood tall and didn't allow the tears to fall; she couldn't show weakness now.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked her, eyeing her reaction carefully. Marie shook her head and laughed.
"Return those seven years back to me!" She yelled at him watching him pace. His answer was short and sweet. "You know I can't do that."
He strode in front of her and stood only mere inches from her face so that she felt the warmth of his breath on her lips. "You're drunk." He murmured, "I don't need to be up close to smell it." His words were cold and distant. "I kissed you when you came home Logan…I spent those seven years loving you and I…' She whispered fiercely to him, 'I can't do it anymore." Logan opened his mouth but he had a hard time forming the words. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Marie, I wanted to tell you so many times, even when I was gone,' Logan said gently brushing his lips against her ear. "I came back because I had found what I had been looking for."
"Don't you do this! Not now!" She hissed, her eyes widening. "Why are you doing this? You had a chance and you left!" Marie couldn't hold it in any longer.
With a yell she brought up her fists and pounded against his chest, the salty drops running down her cheeks to blur her vision. Logan straightened up and allowed her to take a couple hits before grasping her gloved wrists tightly and bringing almost flush against his body. "Stop this Marie." He said quietly, loosening his grip slightly.
Marie tried desperately to choke back everything she had to say to the man, but it all came spilling out. "W-why did you leave me Logan? Why did you leave me when I needed you most?" She cried softly, shutting out everything that surrounded them. She lifted her head up to meet his gaze but for the first time she found herself puzzled; there was something else in his eyes, something she couldn't decipher.
"Marie…" His voice was soft and quietly affectionate as he brought her hands down and placed them at her side. "I can't do this now."