"Have you noticed something...weird about Rogue and Wolvie lately?" Jubilee asked as Peter stripped out of his shirt and crawled onto the bed where she laid on her side, rubbing her chin.

He murmured and shook his head as he began kissing up her arm toward her neck, but she seemed to completely disregard his attentions as she sat up a little, "I really think something's up with them. They've been acting strange around each other ever since they got back from Vegas...I need to go find Kitty."

Peter let out an exasperated sigh as Jubilee scooted off of bed, "Baby...you're being paranoid."

"No, I'm not. They're acting different..." Her eyes widened in realization, "They're acting the exact same way we did when we first started sleeping together...oh god...forget Kitty...I have to find Rogue."

Peter stood and crossed his large arms across his formidable chest, "Jubilee, don't meddle in this."

"I'm not going to meddle...but I am gonna find out what the hell is going on."

And she was gone, leaving her horny, frustrated boy toy behind. They'd been having sex for almost six months now and had been experts at hiding it thanks to Jubilee's expertise in deception.

If anyone was going to find out if two people were secretly sleeping together, it was her.

"Oh damn you feel so good...so fuckin' good..." Logan murmured as he pumped into her.

He had Marie pinned up against the door inside of one of the upper level linen closets. Her legs and arms were wrapped around him, holding on tight as he fucked her in a desperate attempt to push them both towards a quick, yet satisfying climax.

Although either of their rooms were barely a three minute walk from where they were now rutting against each other, they just couldn't seem to make it the few extra feet to a proper, private place. Marie had to admit though...the danger of being caught was half the fun.

Marie arched and threw her head back, gasping as her body was overtaken by a powerful orgasm. Logan followed shortly after and she could hear the beginnings of a loud roar forming in his throat, so she clamped a hand down over his mouth as he frantically pumped into her a few more times, releasing himself inside with the force that could have been equated to that of a water hose.

She finally removed her hand from his mouth and kissed him as he smiled lazily and gently set her down on her feet. They straightened and cleaned up as much as they could in the darkness of the closet before she opened the door, looked both ways and stepped out.

As soon as she was fully out of the closet, Jubilee rounded the corner. Logan had started to come back, but she quickly slammed the door closed in his face and yelled so that Logan knew exactly why he had to remain hidden in the closet, "Jubes! What are you doin' here?"

Jubilee quirked a brow, "You bust your eardrums or somethin' chica? What's up with all the yelling?"

Marie cleared her throat, "Sorry...I think I had my iPod turned up too loud on my last workout."

"Oh...did you just come out of the closet?"

Marie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "I told you, I may be bi-curious, but I'm not gay..."

There was a sudden sound of a crash, thump and what sounded like a chuckle in the closet behind them. Marie's eyes widened as she tried to distract Jubilee from the noise, "Who told you I came out of the closet?"

"I meant literally...what was that noise?"

Marie quickly jumped into front of Jubilee as she began making her way toward the door. Jubilee furrowed her eyebrows, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothin'! Do ya need somethin' from in there? I can get it..."

Jubilee took a step back and crossed her arms, "Yeah...I need a couple of towels."

Marie held up a hand, "One moment, I'll get that for you."

She turned around and opened the closet door just enough to stick her arm inside. She spoke loudly, "Alright. Two towels...two towels..."

Inside, Logan snatched a couple of towels off the shelf and handed them to Marie's awaiting hand. She closed the closet door and turned around, presenting the towels to Jubilee, "Here ya go..."

She took the towels and continued to eye Marie suspiciously, "Thanks...ya know I was looking for some flannel sheets for my bed...it's been cool for the past couple of nights, maybe I should just pop my head into the closet and see..."

Marie, again, jumped in front of her friend, "Flannel sheets? They're not in this closet. They're downstairs."

"Oh they are?"

"Mhmm."

"You're sure?"

Marie nodded and smiled nervously.

Jubilee seemed to relax her scrutinizing gaze as she nodded and began turning away from the closet, "Alright, could you show me? There's like four huge closets downstairs and I don't feel like hunting through all of them."

Marie trying to suppress her sigh of relief as they both began walking away, but Jubilee quickly spun around and grabbed the closet door, snatching it open. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Logan, who folded his arms and stepped out past her.

He spoke casually, "That's rude. Ya need to learn how to knock, firecracker."

Marie rubbed her forehead with one hand and put her other hand on her hip as she looked down. Logan walked over to Marie and stood next to her in a silent, understated show of support as Jubilee sputtered and pointed between the two of them, "H-how long? Oh my god! This is huge! This is big!"

Marie stepped forward and stuck her finger in Jubilee's face, "Now you listen here, Jubilation Lee...you're not gonna open that big trap of yours to anyone, ya understand?"

Logan smirked. He liked it when Marie got all fiery.

Jubilee just smiled and shook her head. Obviously, she was way too excited about her discovery to contain herself, "Are you kidding? Everyone has been expecting you two to do it! This is wonderful! Friends first...lovers...then who knows? Maybe marriage?"

Marie and Logan looked at each other and sighed. That glance got Jubilee's attention, "What? What was that look? Oh...oh gosh...you two didn't end up getting married in Vegas, did you?"

The question wasn't serious. She'd asked it in a mocking manner while nearly doubling over in laughter. When she noted the pained expressions on their faces, the smile drooped from her face and she straightened, "You got MARRIED?"

"Ssshhhh! Goddamit, Jubes!"

Logan stepped forward, "If she's gonna insist on runnin' her mouth about this, we need to go somewhere private."

Marie opened the closet door, "Get in."

Jubilee scrunched up her face, "Ew...no...I'm not going in there. Who knows what kind of...fluids I might run into? In fact, I'm going to personally remove all towels and sheets from that closet so that they can be rewashed."

Marie rolled her eyes and looked to Logan for help. He grumbled, "Follow me."

He marched the girls down to the lower level gym and closed the door behind them. Jubilee folded her arms, "So you two got married?"

Logan glared, "I will shred every bit of your precious designer wardrobe if you so much as utter a word to anyone."

Jubilee looked utterly confused, "What? Why don't you want people to know? This is so cute! Two friends fall in love on a road trip...then impulsively get married! It's like a movie!"

"It's not like that...we're not...I don't think Logan..." Marie was grasping for straws here. For some reason, she just couldn't say that they weren't in love or that she didn't love him. The words just refused to form in her mouth. She played it off and glanced at Logan, "It's not like that."

"We were drunk...really really drunk..." he said as he sat down on one of the benches.

Marie nodded in agreement, "We were trying to get a quick annulment before anyone found out."

Jubilee's face twisted in confusion, "An annulment? So what were you guys doing in the closet together?"

"Fucking", answered Logan matter-of-factly.

"Logan!" Marie yelled as she stomped her foot.

He shrugged, "Hey...we're bein' honest."

Marie rolled her eyes and turned back to Jubes, who was unsuccessfully trying to hide her smirk, "So why the annulment if you're boinking?"

Silence fell over the three as Marie and Logan exchanged glances. Finally, Marie spoke up, "We've already let you in on too much...promise me you won't say anything."

Logan stood and unsheathed the claws on his right hand, "Oh she won't say anything. My offer to dice your wardrobe still stands, firecracker. Ya got it?"

Jubilee held up her hands defensively, "Alright alright! Geesh...your hubby is really protective of you, Roguey."

Marie shot Jubilee a glare as she left the room.

Try as she might, Marie just couldn't get enough of Logan. Everything about him drove her into an animalistic-type sexual frenzy.

His bronzed, hairy chest, his rippling muscles...even his scent made her wet on the spot. She knew they should probably cool down a little after getting found out by Jubilee, but she couldn't help it.

That very night, she found herself in his room, on top of him, rolling her hips down onto his rock hard erection. Her head hung back and her eyes were closed as she felt his hand roam up the side of her stomach and grip her breast, giving the soft, luscious flesh a squeeze as his thumb played over her nipple.

He sat up and laid kisses across her chest as he gripped her body to his. He could tell she was on the cusp of her orgasm.

She shuddered and moaned his name as her orgasm overtook her senses, virtually blinding her in pleasure.

"Ah...fuck...Marie!" he cried out as he came within her, laying his head against her chest.

She kissed him and smiled before slipping off of his lap and flopping down onto the bed. He ran a hand over his face and breathed out, "Phew...you're pretty amazing, ya know that?"

She rolled onto her side and shrugged playfully, "I have my moments...what's that?"

He followed her hand as it pointed to an envelope on his night stand, "Oh, was waitin' on you to open that. Came from the attorney's office today."

She leaned over and grabbed it. When she opened it, she cursed aloud. He scooted up behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder, "What's up?"

She held up the paper closer to his face, "We have to go back."

"To Vegas? When?" he said as he took the paper.

"Seven weeks. If we don't show up to a mediation, we'll end up having to go through a divorce..."

He nodded as he read the paper, "Dammit..." Logan watched as she stood and began dressing, "Where you goin'?"

She raised a brow, "Back to my room...to go to sleep. Why?"

Ouch. She doesn't even want to sleep next to me. Alright man...time to cover.

A mischievous smirk formed on his face as he walked over to her and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder, "I never said we were done yet, kid."

She squeaked and giggled as he gave her ass a slap and carried her back over to the bed for another knee-weakening round of pleasure.

Six weeks later, they hadn't talked about or made any official plans to go back to Las Vegas to complete the annulment process.

They started to grow more comfortable with each other and Marie actually began to think that his affection for her might be more meaningful than the prominent bulge in his pants.

Despite the fact that all of the good sense she had was screaming for her to keep him at arm's length, he became her main reason for wanting to go to Columbia University in New York for med school so that she could remain close to him.

Her interview had gone extremely well and she was in the final stages of the admissions process, but she'd also been receiving letters from UCLA Medical School and talking to a recruiter from there. They were working hard to court her and had even offered her a scholarship. It was definitely an amazing opportunity.

But then there was Logan...she couldn't leave him...could she? When he touched her, she knew they shared more than just mind blowing orgasms.

After one such mind blowing orgasm, Logan kissed Marie and left her in his bed to take a quick shower. In the middle of his shower, she heard the vibration of his cell phone on the night stand.

Even his enhanced hearing couldn't hear that vibration over the pounding of the shower water, through the closed bathroom door, over the television she'd just flipped on...or over his own humming. Out of curiosity, she peeked at it and saw the name 'Hannah' flash across the screen.

A pang of jealousy and confusion hit Marie's stomach and before she knew it, she was answering the phone.

"Hey sexy..." came the vaguely familiar voice as soon as Marie answered.

Marie was taken aback, but managed to clear her throat, "Uh no, this is Marie."

"Marie? Ohhh! Hi! How ya been?"

Marie stuttered a little, "Um, good...what's up?"

And why the fuck are you calling my man's phone? Wait...he's not my man...fuck.

"Just wanted to talk to Logan...is he around?"

"He just stepped out...I didn't realize you two were talking."

Marie didn't mean for it to sound as bitchy as it did, but when Hannah responded with a voice dripping with smugness, she realized she had struck a cord, "Oh, well, you know Logan. He's pretty private...but we had a pretty wild time in Vegas. Too bad I had to cut it short so I could catch that flight...but we've talked a few times since then."

"Oh?"

"Mmmhm. He wanted me to call if I was ever in New York and it turns out I'll be there next month for business..."

Marie was nearly shaking with anger, "Well I'll tell him you called."

*Click*

She argued with herself for a second.

Hang on. Why am I so angry? Maybe it's because he fucked the bitch with the incredible inflating chest the same night we got married and had sex for the first time...and he never told me! Wait, he's not my man...but he is my husband who I've been boinking on a regular basis for the past month and a half.

She had gotten dressed and was sitting on the edge of the bed when he finally emerged from his shower. She plastered on an overly sweet smile, "Hey there...enjoy your shower?"

He nodded and smirked, "Why? Wanna make me dirty again?"

She laughed dryly, "Oh I think you're dirty enough by yourself..."

He smirked and crawled up behind her on the bed as he laid a few kisses on her neck. He immediately noticed that she didn't weaken beneath his touch as she usually did, so he pulled away and quirked a brow, "Somethin' wrong?"

"Not a thing...but before I forget...your phone rang while you were in there..."

He got up and pulled on a pair of pajama pants, "Oh ok. Thanks...I'll check it for messages."

"Actually she left the message with me...Hannah's going to be in town next month. I'm sure it'll be fun for you to have a repeat of that fun night in Vegas..."

Logan's expression paled. She simply stood, tossed his phone at his feet and left the room.

By the time he was able to regain his bearings, he cursed aloud and ran a hand through his wet hair. He paced his room for a few moments as he contemplated going after her, but he ultimately decided against it.

When Marie had that look in her eyes, she wasn't willing to talk to anyone.

Review please! You didn't think you'd seen the last of Hannah did you?