After not seeing her at breakfast or lunch the following day, Logan decided to go looking for her. He first went to her room, then began wandering throughout the vast main floor of the mansion. He was disappointed when his search led him to Jean, who seemed more than happy to see him.
"Hey Logan...how are you today?"
Logan scratched his head, "Um...I'm ok. Seen Marie around?"
Jean seemed a little put out by the fact that he appeared completely disinterested in her presence, "I haven't seen her...you know, I'm really glad you're here. I wanted to continue our chat."
"Uhh...maybe later..."
He started to leave, but Jean pulled him back by the arm, "Logan...I know you lost your memory, but you seem really different now."
Logan looked out the window and spotted a lone figure sitting on the bench near the pond out back. He murmured and started to walk away again, "Uh huh..."
Again, she pulled him back, "Logan...don't you remember anything about us?"
He finally looked at her and scoffed slightly, "Us?"
"Yeah. You had a...a thing for me."
Logan held his hands up, "Look lady...you're easy on the eyes and all, but I don't wanna deal with that kind of unnecessary drama. I may not have had enough pride to not chase after a taken woman who kept pushin' me away...but I do now."
She blinked rapidly and watched as he walked away.
Minutes later, he approached Marie as she sat on the bench, staring at the water. He immediately noticed that she was wearing nothing more than a tank top and jeans, despite the slightly chilly temperatures.
She looked up at him, "Logan...hey..."
"Hey, beautiful...mind if I join you?"
Marie smiled at being called "beautiful", but shrugged and nonchalantly motioned toward the space on the bench beside her, "Feel free."
He pulled off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders before sitting down next to her, "It's not exactly tank top weather, darlin'...what are you doin' out here dressed like this?"
She slipped her arms into his jacket and folded her arms across her chest, "I just wanted to feel the sun on my skin..."
"Well then...I wish I could afford to take you to a warm beach...that way you could show off as much skin as you wanted and the sun could touch every inch."
Logan was sad to see that the smile she favored him with never quite reached her eyes. Damn that fucking Bobby asshole. It was his fault that she was so sad. He had half a mind to punch the little asshole and blame it on his amnesia.
"So...does anyone ever leave this mansion?"
She nodded, "Yeah. We go to the mall and out to eat and stuff..."
"Well now seems like a good a time as any to get outta here. Come on."
Marie quirked a brow as he stood and started walking toward the mansion, "Where are we goin'?"
"Anywhere you wanna go."
An hour and a half later, they were parking at Coney Island.
Logan let out a soft chuckle, "You must've really needed to get away to wanna come all the way here."
Marie shrugged and smiled, "I've always wanted to come out here, but Bobby would never bring me. I knew you felt too sorry for me to object to coming out here...so here we are."
"Ah...so you're taking advantage of me."
She winked, "Precisely. Now let's go!"
Marie was determined to make the most of her Coney Island experience. She dragged him from one attraction to the next. They ate hot dogs and shared a funnel cake as they sat on a bench, watching as the day faded away.
Logan seemed more than a little apprehensive when Marie dragged him over to the ferris wheel. When they got on, he gripped onto the handle bar so tight, he actually bent the material.
He relaxed, however, when she reached over and took his hand, "You ok?"
Logan nodded, "Just not a real big fan of heights."
"But the view is gorgeous! Just look at the ocean."
He glanced out over the water, then looked back at her and brushed some hair out of her face, "It's gorgeous alright..."
She smiled and looked into his eyes, "Logan...there's something you should know about me...and about yourself."
Logan tried to concentrate on her words because staring at her was becoming more and more distracting by the second. The setting sun reflected on her pale skin as the wind whipped through her hair, blowing stray strands across her face.
How could he simply be friends with a creature so beautiful?
Finally, he was able to break away from his Marie-induced stupor enough to speak again, "What do you mean?"
"You should know that you're...you're not the relationship type. I, on the other hand...am. That's why it's hard for me to really respond to you...to this. You don't know who you are yet...and I don't want to end up getting hurt when you finally do realize who the real you is."
He shook his head, "Marie...I wouldn't hurt you."
"You don't know that...neither do I..." He started to open his mouth to object but she put a gloved hand against his lips, "Thank you for today. I needed this..."
Logan resigned himself to remaining quiet and putting an arm around her shoulders as they continued around on the ferris wheel.
When they got off, she handed him the teddy bear she'd won earlier playing skeet ball, "I gotta go to the ladies room. Be right back."
After some wandering, she found the bathroom. She didn't see the three very suspect looking men who watched her as she walked in.
When she was done and tried to leave the bathroom, they quickly surrounded her. Her self defense training immediately kicked in as one of the men grabbed her by the waist.
She shoved him away before kicking the other man in the balls. Before she had the opportunity to flee, the third man grabbed her and threw her to the ground behind the bathroom, causing her to scream out.
His buddies had recovered enough to assist him in holding her down as he knelt on top of her and pulled out a pocket knife. He began slicing her top open, but a roar suddenly caught everyone's attention.
Logan appeared out of nowhere. The men jumped up and approached him, ready for a fight.
Logan wasted no time in taking on the first guy, quickly landing a powerful punch to his temple that rendered him unconscious. When the second guy swung wildly at him, Logan was able to easily fend him off with a punch to the gut and a body slam.
The third guy made the mistake of employing the use of a weapon...the same pocket knife he'd used to cut at Marie's clothes.
He sliced at Logan's face with the knife, which quickly dropped to the ground when Logan unsheathed the claws on both of his hands.
Marie quickly unlatched her bracelet before snatching it off and ran over to Logan in an attempt to hold him back from chasing the third guy, who was now running away as fast as he could.
Logan didn't seem to care. He was completely feral and practically dragging Marie with him as he attempted to chase her final assailant.
She couldn't let him kill the guy...they could get in trouble with the law and Logan didn't need that kind of drama on his hands. Marie had no choice but to grab his bare wrist and absorb his power just enough to render him unconscious.
Soon after he fell to the ground, she pulled out her phone and placed an emergency call back to the mansion.
Minutes later, Scott and Storm arrived in the jet, which was under stealth mode when it landed a couple of miles down the beach. They loaded Logan onto the jet and went back to the mansion.
The professor rolled in as Hank examined him, "What happened?"
Marie rubbed her head and sighed, "These guys attacked me and he fought them off like normal at first, but by the time he got to the third guy, he unsheathed his claws and was going after him like a animal. He wouldn't listen to me...he just kept going after him. I didn't know what else to do so I...I touched him."
Hank and the professor exchanged looks. Xavier looked to Scott, who was mulling outside of the door with Jean, "Scott, Hank...quickly, we need to put him in the holding cell before he wakes up."
Marie watched confusedly as they quickly rolled the gurney into the nearby cell, "What's going on?"
The professor rolled over to Marie, "Whenever Logan engages in a fight, his feral side emerges. Before he lost his memory, he had learned to control his inner animal and keep it from fully taking over his personality. But now that he's lost his memory, it's highly possible that he's forgotten how to control it. Until he's calmed, he has to be kept confined."
They all filed into the security room to monitor him on the camera. A few minutes passed before he started stirring.
Marie immediately knew that he wasn't himself as she watched him jump off of the gurney and scramble into the corner like a caged animal in unfamiliar surroundings.
She started out of the room, but Hank grabbed her arm, "Rogue, where are you going?"
Marie motioned toward the screen, "He's awake...he needs to know he's not alone."
The professor shook his head, "It could be dangerous, dear. He's not himself right now. He could possibly pose a threat to you and everyone in the school. I'm sorry, but Logan needs to stay confined until morning..."
She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, "He's being kept prisoner? But he didn't do anything wrong."
The professor sighed sympathetically, "It's what needs to be done...we'll take turns watching over him until morning..."
Scott was more than a little upset that he had to be the first one to be on Logan-guarding duty.
After some coaxing from Hank and the professor, Marie tore her eyes away from the monitor and went up to her room.
She returned to her room, took a shower and put her suppression bracelet back on. She laid in bed, tossing and turning for nearly two hours before she silently crept back down to the security room.
Marie favored Scott with a polite smile, "Hey, how's he goin'?"
Scott motioned toward the monitor and yawned, "Same ole, same ole...pacing and growling."
"You look tired...I can take over from here."
He raised his eyebrows in happy surprise, "You sure?"
"Yeah...you go on to bed."
Scott thanked her and left as quickly as he could. It was obvious he'd been fighting exhaustion while sitting there.
Marie sat down and watched as Logan continued pacing in the small cell. He'd stripped out of his shirt and shoes and looked every bit as wild as she knew he was at that moment.
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. He couldn't possibly be a danger to her...could he?
Before she knew it, she found herself in front of the door to the holding cell. She punched in the code and watched as the door slid open. The door slid closed again as soon as she walked in.
Apparently, the sound of the door opening had startled him, because he was now in the corner, looking toward the door apprehensively.
"Logan...it's me. It's Marie..."
She could see his nostrils flaring as he slowly and cautiously took a step out of the corner and leaned forward to smell her.
He grunted and took another deep whiff of the air, "Mate."
Marie shook her head, "No...Marie...do you remember me? I'm your friend."
He took another step forward and grunted again, "Mate."
Her eyes widened slightly when she suddenly realized what he thought she was there for. He was no longer Logan. He was all Wolverine. Wolverine didn't care about or know about her mutation. He only cared about his instincts...and his instincts wanted her.
"Mate", he grunted again as he fully backed her up against the door.
Oh shit...maybe he is a potential danger to her...
She didn't know what to do. Should she run? Should she scream?
All she could do was yelp when he suddenly yanked her close and allowed his hands to greedily roam over her body before he snatched her bathrobe off of her shoulders.
"Logan...Logan...wait."
He didn't listen as he spun her around and roughly fondled her breasts as he licked and bit at her ear.
"Mate", he grunted breathlessly as he quickly reached beneath her nightgown to cup her mound.
Marie's eyes rolled closed as he began vigorously rubbing her clit through her thin panties, "Logan...Logan...wait...I can't..."
Logan bit down on her ear lobe as he growled, "Mate...Marie...mate..."
Before she could react, he ripped off her panties, snatched her over to the gurney and forcefully bent her over.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes, but didn't struggle. Although he was a feral, wild animal, he was still her Logan...and her body wanted him now just as it always had. The wetness between her thighs easily confirmed that fact.
As he lifted up her nightgown and kicked her feet apart, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Oh god...Logan...Wolverine..."
Marie cried out and gripped onto the gurney as he suddenly entered her, burying his entire length to the hilt inside of her wet hole. He stayed there, unmoving for several moments before he began fucking her with deep, powerful strokes.
The pain that she initially experienced when he entered her soon gave way to a subtle, building pleasure as she jerked against the gurney.
He growled in pleasure as he gripped her waist and leaned down to lick at the back of her neck.
She panted and gasped as he slowly moved a hand from her hip to grip her shoulder, giving him more leverage so that he could yank her back onto his cock every time he thrust forward.
After several minutes of deliciously deep thrusting, she felt a tingling sensation build within her. He must have felt the change, because his pace suddenly became fast and erratic, abruptly pushing her over the edge of her orgasm.
Logan threw his head back and roared as he released himself deep inside of her. He collapsed on top of her as she lay forward on the gurney, struggling to catch her breath.
When he was finally able to stand again, he murmured, "Mate. Marie Wolverine mate."
She pulled on her panties and shakily put her bathrobe back on as he watched her intently from the opposite side of the cell. She ran a hand through her hair and took a trembling breath, "I think I should go."
He grunted and shook his head before going over to the gurney and moving around the sheets to create a cozier surface. Logan picked her up and laid her on the gurney before curling up behind her and nuzzling her hair as he wrapped a possessive arm around her waist and clutched her to him.
She knew that if she tried to leave, she'd run the risk of angering him, so she lay still and eventually fell asleep.
Marie didn't know how long she'd been out when she felt him shake her shoulder, "Marie...hey...wake up."
She blinked her eyes open, "Logan?"
He looked around the room, "Where the hell are we?"
Marie sat up and ran a hand through her hair, "What do you remember?"
"I was fighting those three assholes...are you alright?"
She nodded and stood to walk to the door to open it. Their encounter had left her a little sore, slightly altering her stride.
He must have noticed because he followed her out of the room with a concerned look on his face, "Are you sure you're alright?"
Marie nodded quickly, "I'm fine."
"What happened? Why the hell was I in that room?"
She re-wrapped her robe tight around her and tied the tie as the vision of him forcefully pumping in and out of her against the gurney flashed through her head.
Marie quickly shook her head and stuttered, "Um...you remember when I told you that you have animal-like senses?" He nodded. "Well, the downside to that is that you're feral. When you fight, a frenzied, angry beast kind of emerges and, for all intensive purposes...you're wild. You don't understand reason or logic...you only operate on instinct. We had to keep you in the cell because you're dangerous when you're feral."
"Oh shit...you were in there with me...I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She pursed her lips together and shook her head as a small smile spread across her lips, "No...no you didn't. I'm ok...I'm good."
Review please! Notice that certain things have been left open ended to ensure maximum drama potential for later.
Take note of the following openings:
- They did not use protection
- Logan doesn't remember anything from that night, so he's still operating under the assumption that she can't touch
- Hank knows Marie can touch
- The monitor was left on the security room, so anyone could have seen what was going on in the cell just by walking in there
Anyways, provide feedback and feel free to offer direction opinions. I kind of know where I want to go, I'm just curious as to what YOU want to see!