I'm going to go ahead and confess that I know nothing about marriage annulments/divorce laws in Nevada or New York, so I am fully aware that some of the stuff that goes down is not possible...but again, it's also not possible for a sexy mutant with six claws and a healing factor to exist...so let's all keep imagining, shall we?
The light actually felt like it was stinging her brain through her eyelids as it poured in from the window. She rolled over to turn away, but ended up bumping into a warm, muscular body.
"What the fuck?"
Marie sat up on her elbows and tried to remember the previous night, but a good chunk of it was missing from her memory bank...
Where was Logan?
She slowly lifted the covers to take a look at the mystery man who slept next to her.
She was at least happy he had nice, muscular legs...a delicious ass...sculpted back...broad shoulders...wild, brown hair. Wait...what the fuck?
"Logan?" she screeched as the realization dawned on her.
He jumped and murmured as he buried his face in the pillow, "Too early..."
She kicked at him and scrambled out of the bed as she wrapped an extra blanket around her body, "Get up! Get up get up get up!"
Logan rolled over and squinted against the daylight as he groaned and rubbed his forehead, "Whaaat?"
"I think we have a situation."
He leaned up on his elbow and rubbed his eyes as he looked at her. He watched as she struggled to cover her naked form with the small blanket, then looked down at himself, "Uh...why am I in your bed?"
"Nooo...why are you NAKED in my bed? Why was I naked in there with you? Why does my body feel like I've been in a car wreck? These are all good fuckin' questions! Feel free to answer any one of 'em!"
"Whoa! Why are you yellin' at me?"
"I'm not yellin'!" He paused and looked and looked at her. She clutched the blanket tighter around her body and yelled, "Fine! So maybe I am yellin', but you should be too! Do you remember anything?"
Logan shook his head and lifted the blanket to look down at himself. There was definitely evidence of a coupling there. He rubbed his hands over his face wearily and sighed, "Holy fuck..."
She began scrambling around the room in search of her purse, "Oh man...this is bad...this is really really bad."
Logan wrapped the sheet around his waist and stood, "Look, it's no big deal, we don't even remember anything..."
Marie slowed her movements and let out a breath before nodding, "Right...right...you're right. Ok...it's like it didn't happen. We were both drunk...in Vegas...it doesn't count."
They shared a nervous laugh, during which, Marie ran a hand through her hair. Logan caught a glimpse of something shiny on the third finger of her left hand. He immediately stopped laughing and pointed at her hand, "What the fuck is that?"
Her laughter slowly ended, "What's what?"
Logan crossed the room and grabbed her hand, "This!"
She looked down at her hand and furrowed her eyebrows. Both of them looked down at Logan's left hand, which sported an identical wedding band.
Marie fought the urge to hyperventilate as she continued staring at the ring, "Logan...please tell me we got these out of a cracker jack box!"
"Kid, think. Are you sure you don't remember anything?"
"The last thing I remember was that stupid bar with the go-go dancers, the shitty music and those damn Irish car bombs..."
Logan lowered his head in thought for a moment before he began rushing around the room. She looked at him confusedly, "What are you doin'?"
"We need evidence from last night. Cell phone pictures, call logs, receipts..."
She nodded and began rummaging through the room for her purse. She finally found it sitting underneath a chair somewhere.
"I spent a hundred and fifty bucks on drinks last night?" he half asked/half exclaimed as he pulled a receipt out of his jean pockets.
She yanked open her purse and began looking through it. She held up a paper and trembled, "L-logan? I th-think I found somethin'."
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her as if she had told him she'd found a dead body. He slowly marched to where she stood and took the paper from her. It was a copy of a marriage license, signed by James Logan Howlett and Anna Marie D'Ancanto.
They both stared down at the paper for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke up, "Well, Mrs. Howlett...looks like we know what we did last night."
His tone was light, but he still looked shocked. She shook her head, "I can't fuckin' believe we did somethin' so stupid."
He stood and began walking to the bathroom, "Could be worse...you could be married to a total stranger."
After he was finished in the bathroom, she took her turn. After her shower, she wiped the steam from the mirror and stood naked in front of it, surveying her sex injuries from the previous night.
She gently traced her fingers over the bruises on her hips, then the bite mark on her shoulder.
Marie shuddered lightly and closed her eyes. She wished she could remember exactly what it felt like and how she obtained the marks...but part of her was relieved she didn't. If she did remember, she might end up finding herself not as concerned about the whole marriage mess they'd gotten themselves into.
She jumped and covered herself when she heard him knock on the door, "Hey wifey, better hurry up before they stop servin' breakfast."
She opened the door and rolled her eyes, "I wish you wouldn't joke about it."
He raised his arms, "What? It'll be alright, kid. All we have to do is call a lawyer after breakfast, pay some money and pretend it never happened."
"It's Saturday, Logan...and annulments could take weeks...if not months to complete."
He furrowed his eyebrows, "Really?"
She nodded silently and sat down on the bed. He looked at the bite mark and slowly reached over to touch it. As he did, he felt her stiffen and shudder slightly beneath his touch.
If there had been any doubt in his mind about the fact that they'd had sex the night before, that bite mark erased them all.
He'd only bitten Kayla, Itsu and Mariko during sex...it was the Wolverine's primal way of marking them as his mate...but Marie? Why would he bother to mark Marie?
He shook away the thoughts and quickly took his hand away from her shoulder. He cleared his throat and stood, "Here...gimme your ring."
She slid it off and handed it to him, then watched as he took his own off and shoved them into his wallet.
"What are you doin'?"
He gave her a comforting smile, "We'll just deal with later, ok?"
She nodded and smiled back at him. He respectfully turned his back as she got dressed. When she was ready, he followed her out of the room, smirking a little as he watched her walk. Her stride had definitely changed and he knew it was because of the fucking he had given her the night before.
The fucking he, unfortunately, could not remember.
They were pretty quiet and distant for the remainder of the day, but when night fell, Marie decided she'd had enough of not talking to her best friend. He had spent a bulk of his day in the casino and she had hung out by the pool and done some shopping.
That night, when they met up for dinner, she was wearing skin tight black pants, a long tank top and a vest over top. He sighed and shook his head. If they hadn't gotten married and had sex the night before, he would have made a snide remark about how sexy she looked...but he knew anything he said could cause an awkward moment.
She dropped her fork onto her plate, causing a loud clanking noise, "So, you ever gonna be able to look me in the eye again?"
Logan looked up at her, "Yeah...of course. Why wouldn't I be able to?"
"Because we're married...and we had sex."
He took a large gulp of his beer and leaned back in his chair, "Don't make it a big deal. We don't even remember anything."
Her mouth dropped open a little, "You're not at all bothered about this?"
"No, but you're gettin' weird...that's the only thing botherin' me."
She scoffed and stood, slamming her napkin on the table before stomping away. Logan threw his hands up, "What'd I say?" An old woman at the table across from him looked at him. He snarled, "Can I help ya, golden girl?"
He sat there for a few minutes before he got up and went up to their room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed. He stood there for a little while and sighed, "What did I say?"
"You're not takin' this seriously, Logan...you may not give a damn about marriage or your future, but I do! I plan on gettin' married one day, but now I have to tell the man I plan on marryin' that I accidentally got so drunk off my ass, I married my friend. I'm not even 22 and I'm already about to have a failed marriage under my belt."
He sighed, "Then don't tell future Mr. Perfect."
"Unlike SOME people...I value honesty...and I hope to end up with a man who does too."
He grumbled, "You don't have to be so fuckin' up tight about it...Christ."
"Could you at least sympathize with me about this situation?"
"No! I can't! I'm sorry but it's not that big of a deal! I can't help you freak out over an imaginary husband."
For the remainder of their trip, they continued bickering over every little thing. By the time Monday morning came around, they were calling law offices. The only one that called them back told them that the lawyer was out of town and would be able to call them back by Wednesday. In the meantime, they faxed all the paperwork they would need to get the annulment process started.
When Logan told her what they said, Marie panicked, "Wait...we can't stay til Wednesday...I have the interview at Columbia on Friday. We need to leave tomorrow so I can get back in time."
Logan almost forgot about that. He knew there was a reason they were having to leave on Tuesday...he just forgot what.
"Fine...we'll handle it all by phone."
So they hit the road Tuesday morning. By midday Thursday, they made it back to New York. This time, they didn't stop at hotels to rest. They just took turns driving, switching off at every other gas station stop.
When they saw the sign welcoming them to Westchester, New York, Marie sighed, "Let's not tell anyone about our little...adventure, ok?"
"You don't have to tell me that...you're the one freaking out about it."
"I am NOT freakin' out about it!"
He spoke out of the side of his mouth, "Yeah ya are..."
"Ugh! You know what? Just stop bein' a jerk. Don't talk to me for at least a week!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
They rode in silence for the last few moments of their trip.
When they got back to the mansion, they were swarmed with people welcoming them back and asking them about their trip, but they practically ignored everyone and stomped off to their prospective rooms, slamming the doors and leaving everyone to look confused.
Later, they would blame their foul moods on the length of the trip.
Marie got right into brushing up on her studying for the interview the following day and getting some sleep. She'd been preparing for the interview for months, so she felt pretty comfortable with going...even with the fact that she was currently Mrs. James Logan Howlett floating around in her mind.
When she finished with her interview the following day, she returned to the mansion to find her friends gathered in the den...including Logan.
She tried to ignore his intense gaze, "What's up guys?"
Jubilee perked up a little, "Hey! How'd your interview go?"
"Good. I feel good about it...thanks...so what are you guys up to?"
Peter held up a deck of cards, "We're gonna play cards. Well...Logan and I were about to play cards and then...Kitty and Jubilee decided to join in."
Marie smiled knowingly. By the sound of Peter's voice and the look on Logan's face, she could tell that the two girls had joined in on their game uninvited, "Cool...what ya gonna play?"
Jubilee smiled, "Bull shit!"
Logan smirked at that as Marie raised an eyebrow, "What is that?"
"It's a game of deception. Basically, the best liar wins."
Logan sat back and crossed his arms, "Well we know Marie won't win this one...she only appreciates honesty."
She shot Logan a glare so icey, everyone in the room fell silent and looked between the two of them.
A long, awkward moment followed as Logan and Marie glared at each other from across the room. Kitty cleared her throat, "Um...how about we start playing?"
Everyone moved to the lunch room and took a seat at one of the large, round tables. Unfortunately, Marie stopped off at the refrigerator for a soda. When she approached the table, the only seat left was next to Logan.
Their eyes connected as she slowly moved to the seat. She knew if they acted too coldly toward each other, people would begin to take notice and start asking questions. After all, they were the closest friends in the house. If they weren't being friendly, it would definitely raise some eyebrows.
She sat next to him and cleared her throat, "Let's get started people!"
Logan mumbled under his breath as Peter dealt the cards, "Wow...Lil Miss Honest wants to play a game about deceit. Careful there...better jot down every little lie so you can tell your future imaginary husband later."
She murmured without looking at him, "Bite me, Wolverine."
"Already did, baby."
She snapped her head around to stare at him with widened eyes and an open mouth. Marie was about to verbally let him have it, but Jubilee noticed the tension at their end of the table and clapped her hands, "Alright, you guys...the cards are dealt."
Marie glared and pointed at Logan in silent warning as she picked up her cards. He tried to look at her cards but she slapped him away and whispered angrily, "Keep your own fuckin' eyes on your own fuckin' cards."
He leaned over and whispered, "Come on wifey...what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine."
She grabbed his wrist underneath the table and began activating her powers. Logan groaned and yanked out of her grasp as she grinned satisfactorily. He rubbed his wrist and mumbled, "You made your point...psycho."
When the game was over, Logan went to his room and showered. As soon as he stepped out, he heard someone pounding on his door.
He dried off a little and tossed the towel back on the hook as he yelled, "Go away!"
"Logan! It's me! Open the door...now!"
Still naked, he strode over and opened the door. She stomped in and walked straight into the middle of his room as he closed the door behind her and turned around.
When she turned to face him she gasped and covered her own eyes, "Jesus Christ! Why are you naked!"
"You said open the door now...and what my wife wants, my wife gets."
She angrily removed her hand from her eyes and pointed a finger at his face as she took a step forward, "See? This right here is exactly what we need to talk about!"
"You barging into my room late at night?"
"No! We need to talk about why you're being such an ass about this whole situation!" Her eyes involuntarily wandered down his chest...then his stomach...then to his swinging member. She turned around quickly and put a hand on her forehead, "Would you please put some clothes on?"
He laughed a little and grabbed the towel off the hook to wrap it around his waist, "There..."
She nodded a little and tried not to appear too distracted, "Could you please just be a little bit more sensitive about this? I'm freakin' out here-"
"That's exactly why I'm havin' a hard time being more sensitive, kid! You're freakin' out about like you married some psycho stranger...but it's me! All we gotta do is complete some paper work and it'll all be over. Sorry you don't have a bosom buddy to cry about this over, but that's not me. You're the one who needs to lighten up. By this time next year, you won't even remember we were married."
She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot as she struggled to keep her eyes off his chest. Finally she ran a hand through her hair, "Would you mind putting a shirt on, too?"
He smirked and motioned toward his perfectly chiseled pecs, "What? This distracts you?"
Marie rolled her eyes, "Look...I'll try to lighten up a little if you promise to stop bein' such a jerk."
"Is that my new pet name honey?"
"Logan!"
He sighed, "Alright...fine."
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