Did I not mention that everyone is alive in this fic? (That includes Jean, Scott and the Professor)
A couple of days passed and Logan and Marie were finally feeling as though they might be able to get past the whole marriage/sex thing...until one fateful Danger Room session.
He'd been leading a team through a post apocalyptic robot attack when, in the commotion, Marie fell and smacked her head on the floor, hard. Logan immediately panicked, screaming for Storm to stop the simulation as he rushed over to her and gently brushed her hair off of her forehead.
"I'll go get Hank!" yelled Kitty as she rushed from the room.
Minutes later, thanks to smelling salts, Marie was blinking her eyes open and murmuring, "Hmmm...What happened?"
Logan stood near the other side of the room with his arms folded as Hank examined her, doing his best to appear unconcerned. He'd seen members of the X Men suffer injuries far more frightening than her fall, but for some reason, he felt sick to his stomach when he saw her get hurt.
"Looks like you have a mild concussion, dear. You'll be fine, but you need to take it easy until tomorrow and make sure someone looks after you, alright?"
"Ok, thanks Hank."
After Hank gave her something to help with the dull throbbing in her head, everyone slowly filed out of the room...everyone except Logan.
He stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets. She smiled and rolled her eyes lazily, "I guess you're gonna lecture me about bein' more careful in the simulation, huh?"
He walked over to her, "No...I was just gonna help you back to your room."
She looked a little surprised, "Oh...ok. Thanks."
Logan helped her off of the exam table and carried her back to her room. She laughed softly, "Logan...my feet still work."
He grumbled without looking at her, "Hank said you might be dizzy."
She nodded wordlessly as they entered her room. When he sat her down on the bed, she cringed a little when she bent over to take off her shoes. Her leather X Man suit was stifling now. All she wanted to do was shower and lay down.
"I think I'm ok...I know you have better things to do than babysit me."
"You need someone to look after you for the next few hours...and since all of your little friends seem to be busy elsewhere, I'm here."
She smiled and sighed, "Well, I need a shower."
"I'll be out here. Yell if you get dizzy. Don't want you passin' out in there."
Marie nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. Several minutes later, she reemerged from the steamy bathroom as a vision of sheer natural beauty. Her hair was wet, hanging in a tangled mass down her shoulders and she wore an oversized t-shirt that showed off her awe-inspiring legs.
The marks he had left on her during their mysterious night had already begun to fade and he found himself becoming increasingly disappointed over that fact.
She sat down in bed and sighed as he straightened in the arm chair he'd been lounging in, "Need anything, kid?"
She smiled a little and shrugged, "I'm kinda hungry...actually, I'm starvin'."
He stood, "Whatcha in the mood for?"
An hour later, they were doing some pretty sizeable damage to a meat lover's pizza and actually laughing about their situation. It was the first time they'd had a chance to joke about it and Marie marveled at how natural it felt.
Logan sat back and laughed, "Damn...I tell ya, kid...you should have seen the look on your face when I turned over. It was TOO damned funny!"
"Yeah...well it's not everyday that the Wolverine is naked in my bed." Marie smiled and shook her head as their laughter died down. She looked down at the pizza box and fiddled with a frayed edge of the cardboard, "Do you remember the kiss?"
He suddenly looked up at her, but she kept her head down, refusing to make eye contact. The kiss had come before the club with the shitty music, the Irish car bombs and the go-go dancers.
Logan nodded a little, "Vaguely."
That was a lie. He remembered it better than he thought he should have. It stuck out of that foggy night like a damn lighthouse on the horizon. Her perfectly luscious lips...her half-limp, drunk body pressed against his stumbling frame...he definitely remembered enough of that kiss to want to relive it.
She smirked when she finally looked back up at him, "You're not a bad kisser...at all."
"Neither are you, kid."
They looked at each other for a long while before he suddenly looked up at the clock and stood, "Well uh...I'm gonna let you get some rest."
He stood and leaned down to lay a kiss on her head. The kiss was meant to be quick, innocent and a means to say "goodnight", but as his lips left her head, they looked into each other's eyes.
Before either of them could properly assess what was happening, they were engulfed in a feverish kiss. She grabbed his face with her hands as he quickly moved over her, placing both hands on either side of her on the bed as he took his place between her legs.
She let out a moan and wrapped her legs around his hips as their tongues continued to play tug of war. He ground into her as he reached down and gripped her thigh, raising it up further around his hips as he squeezed and caressed her soft, smooth flesh.
Logan was in heaven...wait...this was MARIE-induced heaven. A knock on the door made them break their embrace and scramble to readjust their clothing. Logan opened the door to find a smiling Hank, "Just coming by to check on the patient...how are you feeling, my dear?"
She ran a hand through her messy hair and nodded, "Great, I'm good."
He noted her flushed face and took a step forward, "You're not running a fever are you? You look a bit...red."
"No! No...I'm fine...we...I...I just took a shower."
Hank nodded, "Oh...well, alright. How is your head feeling?"
"Good. Great. I don't even have a headache or anything."
"That's good news. I trust Logan has been keeping a watchful eye on you."
They both began stuttering about how he was on his way out anyways as Logan made his way toward the door, "We were just talkin'...he has to go now-"
Logan nodded in agreement and pointed toward the door as he began backing toward it, "Yeah...cause I have to go do that thing-"
Marie nodded and pointed at him, "Right..the thing you were tellin' me about-"
"Yeah...cause I'm late to do the thing-"
"You should get going. Don't wanna be late-"
He grabbed the door knob, "Yep. Don't wanna be late. See ya 'round, Hank."
And with that, Logan was gone, leaving a confused looking Hank and an uncomfortable looking Marie behind. They'd both clearly panicked, and in their desperation to keep their secret under wraps, they'd actually raised more suspicion.
That damn kiss ended up undoing all of the progress Marie and Logan had made in rebuilding their relationship.
They no longer felt comfortable being alone together. It was as though their bodies were naturally yearning for a repeat of what had happened in Vegas...only this time, they would remember everything.
Logan found it humorous and odd that he was avoiding having sex with his wife...like so many other married men in America.
He had finally gotten a call back from the law offices they were working with in Las Vegas. They needed him to fax some paper work, but he didn't know how to work one of those damn machines, so he went looking for Marie.
He found her in the library, alone.
"Hey, kid..."
She looked up and smiled uneasily, "Hi."
He cleared his throat as he cautiously ventured further into the room, "I finally talked to that secretary at the lawyer's office."
Marie perked up a little and closed the book she was reading, "What's up?"
"She said we need to send in all this extra stuff that she didn't mention we needed in the first place and that the lawyer is still out of town on business."
Marie sighed and lowered her voice, "The longer these people take to get their stuff together, the less likely we'll get an annulment...we might end up having to get a divorce. I don't think we can change lawyers...we'd probably need to go back to Vegas to meet with a new attorney."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by Storm, who walked in with a group of students after greeting the both of them casually.
Marie gathered up her books and walked out with Logan. They needed to find some place more private...
As they walked through the main hall, Marie spotted a familiar looking, tall, dark man in the foyer. Her eyes widened as they approached, "Remy?"
Logan's heart sunk as the cajun turned to her with widened eyes, "Marie? What are you doin' here?"
They shared an awkward hug as Logan stiffened and regarded the man carefully as Marie pulled out of the hug before it got too intimate. Logan was pleased at that...but he wasn't very happy when she smiled a bit too brightly as she spoke to Remy, "I live here...I work here..."
"But...why didn't ya tell me when I told ya I had talked to the professor?"
She sighed, "You'll learn pretty quick that we have some enemies out there..." He nodded as Logan cleared his throat. Marie jumped and motioned toward him, "Oh! Gosh...sorry, Remy, you remember Logan?"
Both men looked at each other for a while, "Why yes...the angry friend."
"The swamp rat."
Remy raised a brow, "The asshole that speaks."
Logan growled and started to take a step forward, but Marie quickly moved between them, placing a hand on Logan's chest. She lightened her tone in an effort to diffuse the tenseness of the situation, "Alright there! No blood spillage in the foyer. I'm pretty sure this rug is Persian...Remy, why don't I take you to find the professor...Logan, we'll talk later, ok?"
Logan grunted and watched as Marie led Remy down the hallway toward the professor's office.
Damn that smooth talking cajun...
The law office seemed to be more incompetent than a circus run by monkeys. Every time they faxed something, they would assume it was received, but when they would call the secretary back in order to check on the progress of their paperwork, they would be informed that it had never been received.
The lawyer came back into the office for a few days, then left again for another "conference" or something without making any real progress on their annulment. Logan wished his snarls were as intimidating on the phone as they were in person.
In the meantime, he was getting more and more agitated with the fact that Marie was spending so much time with the cajun. Hell...who was he kidding? He was down right resentful.
He had received some mail from the law firm and wanted to go over it with Marie, so he went looking for her. He happened to walk by the front window of the mansion just in time to see Marie and Remy getting out of a car together.
Logan had to stop himself from growling as the cajun kissed her cheek and put a hand on her waist. He couldn't watch anymore...nor could he let anymore happen, so he went to wait outside of her room to try to derail any plans the swamp rat might have involving her room.
Luckily, minutes later, Marie approached her door...alone. She gave him a confused smiled, "What are you doin' here?"
He held up the envelope, "Got a letter from the attorney."
"Oh...come on in."
He followed her into the room as she removed her jacket and kicked off her shoes. She opened the envelope and began slowly pacing back and forth as she read, randomly rubbing a finger over her bottom lip as she did so.
Damn that was sexy...
He cleared his throat, "So...how's Remy?"
She stopped reading and looked up with furrowed eyebrows, "Excuse me?"
He smirked, "Remy...I saw you get back from your date tonight..." She started to say something, but he held up a hand and continued, "Now generally, I don't really appreciate the fact that my wife is dating other people. I guess I'd be more comfortable with it if you'd just told me first."
She rolled her eyes as he grinned mischievously, "Logan..." Her voice trailed off as she heard a knock on the door, "Who is it?"
"It's Remy."
Logan almost rubbed his hands together in excitement. This was the perfect opportunity to shake things up. Marie must've known what he was thinking because she snapped her head around and held up a finger, "Behave."
Logan raised his hands in feigned innocence, "What are you talking about?"
She whispered urgently through clenched teeth, "You know exactly what I'm talkin' about...be-have, Logan."
Marie began walking toward the door, but she stopped when he put an arm around her waist and reached for the door knob. She moved them back from the door and glared at him, "What are you doin'?"
"Answering the door with my wife...my snookums", he said goofily.
Marie tried to stop the smile that threatened to break through the scowl she wore on her face, but it was no use. Logan laughed upon seeing that.
She slapped his hand away as she fought not to giggle, "Would you stop it?"
"Marie? You ok in there?" called Remy from the other side of the door.
Logan, again, snaked his arm around her waist, making her giggle even harder. She yelled out between the cracks in her voice, "Uh! Yeah! Sorry! I was just about to get in the shower...can I meet you downstairs in a few?"
"Sure, belle."
She attempted to smack and push Logan away again, but he tightened his grip on her waist and dug his fingers in to tickle her, making her shriek in laughter. She squirmed violently and wriggled out of his grasp.
When she was free, she reached over and hit him as hard as she could on his arm, making him playfully grip his bicep in pain and yell, "Ow!"
"What the hell is wrong with you ya fool?"
Logan smirked, "Married women shouldn't be receiving unannounced visitors so late in the evening."
She punched his shoulder, "You're an ass!"
Marie started to leave the room, but he called after her, "Come on baby, don't leave angry." She snapped around and flipped him off as he smirked, "Just give your hubby a kiss before ya go..."
She smacked her ass, "Kiss this!"
Logan's eyebrows shot up. That wouldn't be such a bad idea...
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