Ok so you guys keep in mind that right now Wolverines claws are bone not adamantium. They will be later though I promise.
Anyway I do not own Wolverine or X-men or anything like that.
They could still see each other. There was still a small light, and their heightened senses allowed them to see better. The mattress in his cell was a little bigger than the one where they originally had her.
"You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor." he slightly growled his offer. He was still a little worked up from the guards.
"No, I'm not taking your bed."
"Well neither am I!" he snapped. "...Sorry, I just... Please just take it." He almost begged.
She didn't understand why he was upset about it, but she didn't want him to be.
"Ok, It's ok. I will." She whispered.
He just nodded in response. She was reluctant to unwrap his arm from around her, but she eventually did, and made her way over to the bed. There was a small, light blanket, and a bigger, thicker one. "Which one do you want?" She asked holding up the bigger one.
"I'm fine. I'm just gonna stay right here." He said from were he was still sitting against the wall. He didn't look like he was going to put up with being argued with, so she left it be.
She looked at him a little longer, and then started trying to get comfortable on the piece of shit mattress, that passed for a bed in this hell hole. She heard his breathing slow, and the air in the cell seemed to calm.
She just lied there and listened to his breathing until some how, she drifted into a very light, unrest full sleep.
"RRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" was what she woke up to less than two hours later. She jerked awake and her claws shot out from between her knuckles. For a second she didn't remember where she was and jumped into fighting position.
Her head cleared and she looked over at Wolverine who was crouched down. He was breathing hard, and sweating. He looked just as freaked out as she was, and also had claws coming out from between his knuckles.
"Are you ok?" She asked. She cursed her voice for being slightly shaky and retracted her claws.
He was still breathing hard, and when he spoke it sounded like he had just ran a marathon. "Yeah... I... I'm fine..." His voice was also shaky, he still had his claws out, and his eyes were closed.
"S' cold," he whispered.
He was shaking, still shirtless and since he had refused a blanket, the only thing he had covering him was a pair of sweatpants.
She wanted to hold him, and chase whatever demons were haunting him away, but she didn't think he would want that. So she did the only other thing she could think of. She sat back on the bed, lifted the sheet and said, "Come on, big guy. Get over here."
He opened his eyes which were yellow again, and looked at her questioningly, but didn't make move to get up.
He seemed to want her comfortable, so she looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Please..." she breathed out.
"I don't know if I can... if I can control-" He couldn't get out what he was trying to say.
"Please... I'm scared." She hasn't ever said that to anyone before, but the truth was, she was terrified.
He sat there another second trying to get his breathing under control, then finally got up and made his way toward her. He sat down on the side and started to lay down, leaving her cornered against him and the wall.
He was on his back staring at the ceiling, and she was turned slightly facing him.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asked.
"I don't think you wanna hear about it..." he said quietly.
"I want you to tell me. And I wanna listen."
He turned on his side to look at her. His eyes were once again turning brown. He looked as if he was gonna cry, and she felt as if her heart was going to shatter for him. She scooted over so she was flush against him, and layed her arm across him.
He took a deep, shaky breath, closed his eyes and leaned into her. All he had, had for months was violence and loneliness, and her touching him like this, when he was still recovering from his nightmare was almost too much.
He felt his cock jump as she started tracing slow patterns on his arm, and he had to hold back a moan as she ran her hand through his hair.
She knew what she was doing to him. She could smell his arousal, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. And he seemed to need it. She slowly started to move her hands towards his chest and over his nipples. He let a out a long groan and his hands found there way to her hair. She could feel his hardness pressed against her now.
She felt his hands in her hair, and started to look up at his eyes, but found herself drawn instead, to his mouth. His lips were partly open in a gasp and he lifted her chin so she would meet his eyes.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea." he said even as his hand moved its way down the curve of her body to cup her ass.
"Me either... But you seem like you kinda need it. And I'm willing to give it to you."
Before she even finished saying it, he rolled them, so he was lying on top of her. He looked at her and leaned in to kiss her. It was hurried and needy, but she didn't mind and returned it just as strongly.
He pulled back after a minute and looked in her eyes, "I don't wanna hurt you darlin'," he said. "And I don't know if I can control myself."
"You don't need too."
"But I do!" he argued almost desperately. "You don't know what I am."
"Then tell me." she whispered.
"...I don't want you to be scared of me." he said weakly.
"Right now you're the only thing I'm not scared of. And no matter what you say, I'm not gonna be."
"You sure?"
"Wouldn't of asked you to tell me if I wasn't."
So I already have the next chapter written and I really like the way in turned out. It will be up tomorrow night. Please let me know what you think.