A/N: Decided to split the ending into two parts, easier for me to post and probably easier for you to read, but don't worry I'm posting them together, it's been a blast... LOL thanks for reading!

Part 4- 'It's All 'Bout The Thongs…'

What the hell….!

Logan scratched his chin, watching as Marie's leather coat tails disappeared through a side door leading to the back of the Academy.

She'd kissed him…she'd kissed him, and it felt like heaven, she'd kissed him and he wasn't in pain…she'd kissed him so why was he still standing…what the hell was going on?

He closed his eyes and in that instant she was stood there in front of him, sinful black leather and lace, tight material holding in toned milky white, smooth skin. Beautiful red lips pressed against his mouth, gentle heated breaths passing from her lips, coffee scented and heady, making him melt under her touch.

The expert caress that saw her running her hands down his arm, around his shoulder until she gripped his ass firmly, squeezing, teasing, making him hard in all sorts of places, and in one place in particular.

And now she was gone, the faintest smile teasing her mouth, barely a glance backwards at him, as her long legs, encased in black silk and lace, hurried away, and he just stood there, mouth hanging wide open in surprise.

He was still staring at the door, when a step behind him saw someone else enter the garage. 'Hey Logan…brought you a beer…'

Scott, Logan scratched his head and turned to face him. His brow creased in confusion, he stared at Cyke, stood there holding two bottles of Molson, and grinning like an idiot.

Lately Scott had become Logan's all singing, all dancing number one fan since he'd saved both his and Jeanie's life on a mission that had threatened to go seriously wrong. For the past week, Scott's gratefulness was a cup that seemed to runneth over.

Annoyingly he wanted to make amends for being such a pain in the ass when Logan had first joined the Academy.

He seemed to be a permanent fixture Logan hadn't been able to get rid of, trying to find things they had in common, so far the only thing he'd seemed to be able to come up with had been a liking for macaroni cheese, and even that was at a stretch. Since yesterday Ol' Cyke had been slowly weaning himself off the appletini's and onto Molson ice cold beer, much to Logan's amusement.

Now Scott was staring at Logan, with an expression that stated he had made some sort of breakthrough, something he thought they had in common at last!

'Logan…why are you wearing lipstick…?' he asked his smile widening.

Logan caught his reflection in the windscreen of the car; a smooth sheen of red was smeared across his lips. He growled and rubbed at his mouth furiously, it sure had been one amazing kiss…his thoughts flew back to Marie…letting out a frustrated breath, he imagined her reclining on the bonnet of the truck now, decked out in all that sinful leather and lace…

Scott had his own explanations, 'You know there's no need to be embarrassed Logan…' he began, 'I've done it myself a few times…'

Logan took a surprised step back, his trademark eyebrow shooting skywards. He tilted his head sideward, craning his neck, not quite sure what he was hearing.

'Yep…' Scott nodded enthusiastically, 'Not the make up thing you understand, but sometimes I like to wear Jeannie's underwear, sides from the fact that she thinks it's really sexy and hot, the lace on those things is quite comfortable, elasticised waistbands they're really handy, you know on those days you're feeling bloated. But you know the best thing to wear has got to be this hot little pink thong she has, does wonders for your look, no trouser or panty lines…'

Logan's eyes widened, he swallowed loudly and held up his hand, praying Scott would jus' stop and not offer anything more, for fuck's sake, forget things getting strange round the mansion, damn, things were just getting downright deranged!

'Damn it Scooter…ah ain't wearin' lipstick, ah jus' got covered in it 'cause Mar…'cause somebody kissed me...' he didn't mention Marie kissing him, he hardly believed it had happened, right now for some reason he wanted to keep the idea to himself.

Scott stared at him awhile, before he realised that Logan was serious, and that maybe he ought to have kept his story to himself. 'Right…' he said slowly, turning a bright shade of red to match his glasses, 'I knew that, course I did…you know I was only joking about the whole wearing Jean's underwear thing right…cause wearing my wife's panties, well that would be just plain weird…right…'

He backtracked out of the garage, laughing uneasily and scratching the back of his head, until he turned right around and practically high tailed it out of there. Logan stared after him, until finally turning back to the door Marie had disappeared into. He reached for his back pocket, remembering she had placed something there; he fished out a small business card, a room number hand written on one side and a small key taped to the other. Taking a quick swig of the beer, he started after her.

Forget Scooter and his craziness, turned out he had a party to get to.

The room number he recognised as being one of the guest suites in the North wing of the Academy, richly furnished and rarely used the rooms were strictly reserved for visiting dignitaries, or as Marie had put it, VIP's.

The corridors were empty, and as he stood in front of the room door, he could almost taste the musky scent that pervaded from inside, she was here. Taking in a deep breath, he turned the key in the lock, surprised to see his hand shaking slightly as he did so. He was crossing into territory unknown with Marie, and the idea both thrilled and scared the hell out of him.

Pushing the door open, he stepped inside quickly, his feral eyes adjusting naturally to the darkness, the lights were dimmed low, a few candles placed on the small desk by the bedside table, his gaze shifted towards the four poster bed, drawn by the figure clinging provocatively to one of the wooden posts.

She smiled, hooded eyes lifting slowly to meet his widening gaze, her tongue running slowly along her already shimmering lips, wetting the reddened plump flesh, and causing the hair on the back of Logan's neck to stand on end.

She had taken the coat off, it lay on the floor, her bare shoulders were in perfect view, his hungry eyes took in every inch of her, the roundness of her breasts, the swaying motion of her hips, the seductive rise and fall of her body as she reached upwards, grabbing the post by her hands, she slowly reached upwards, red painted nails gripping the wood tightly, one leg wrapping around the post, as she ground her hips.

Her taut stomach flattening against the post, the apex of her thighs pressed close to the wood as she swung around, her head fell backwards as she closed her eyes, white bangs of her hair falling messily about her face as she completed her turns.

Logan found his breathing heavy and laboured, he watched her every move, transfixed by the rolling contours of her body, every curve, every sensual line resounding in time with the shuddering of his skin, the aching tightness winding in his body, a coiled spring wound so tight he thought his world would collapse.

He reached backwards for the solidity of the wall, pressing his back up against it. She stared at him, at first unsure of his response, but she smiled sexily all the same, mouth curled into a teasing biting of the lips. She leaped down, and he watched as she walked over to him, the corset shifting with every movement, long, silk legs moving in his direction.

He fought the urge to grab her about the waist and pull her towards himself and his aching groin, screaming at himself to remember she was only eighteen, no idea how far she wanted to take this, the last thing he wanted now was to frighten her away. He couldn't know her reasoning behind this, maybe it was jus' a dare she'd taken on with one of her friends, maybe she was pissed, on the rebound from that mysterious boyfriend of hers or something, 'cause this couldn't be real.

She couldn't be fulfilling every secret fantasy he'd had about her since the day she'd climbed into his trailer. She jus' couldn't be…but as she stepped close and leaned up to whisper in his ear, he had to concede…maybe this was real after all.

Still he'd play it cool all the same.

He stood solidly as she spoke low, her warm breath pushing past the tufts of his sideburns, and ruffling through his hair. He couldn't help himself, he closed his eyes as she whispered, 'Ah wanted to thank you properly for the present Logan…it was very thoughtful….and ah thought ah'd return the favour.'

She ran her hand softly up along his arm and across the back of his shoulders, up to the nape of his neck, until it was buried deep in his hair, she tugged the locks and he growled deeply at the surprising roughness of her approach.

Smiling she forced his head backwards, pressing the back of his head against the wall, she began to kiss his neck slowly, gentle butterfly kisses, latching onto the pulse in his throat and suckling softly, she heard him hiss in a breath as she pressed fully up against him, softly kissing the Adam's apple of his throat.

'Marie…' he croaked, his voice barely a hoarse whisper, 'how are you doing this…what 'bout your skin…?'

He heard her chuckle softly, the movement sending off ripples along the column of his neck, suddenly she gripped him by the shirt and turned him around, she pushed him backwards, 'Shut up Logan, no more questions, just enjoy it…'

He protested, but she pushed him down onto the black leather couch and leaned close, 'don't make me have to gag ya Logan, 'cause ah can think of much better things to do with that mouth of yours…' She kissed him softly on the mouth, her tongue flicking quickly against his lips before she pulled away, giving him one final push so he rested back on the cushions.

He licked his lips, savouring the taste of her, only the faintest hint of alcohol on her breath; well at least she wasn't tanked.

She moved in the shadows and he heard her drag over a chair to the middle of the room, where the glow from the overhead light was strongest, she looked as if she was stepping into the spotlight, and he didn't mind that at all, from this position all her angles were highlighted perfectly.

The music started up and he couldn't believe the song she was playing, its sensual tones and thumping beats…was she for real? And then all the songs and all the words in the world were forgotten as she started to move.

He watched her sway her hips, facing him she extended her hands, fingers flared he couldn't help but watch as she slowly ran one hand through her hair, pulling the clip that set her locks free, shaking her head her two tone hair fell about her face, a serious look crossing that beautiful face of hers as she concentrated and fell into the rhythm, hitting every beat perfectly.

Lower her hands worked, passing over the rounds of her breasts, down the front, tugging at the lace of the corset teasingly, and fingers pulling at the strings but never actually revealing anything, she was determined to make him wait.

Her hands moved lower, splaying over the taut muscles of her stomach, dipping lower still, hanging sinfully between the apex of her thighs, before she lowered to the floor, balancing expertly on those six inch heels as she spread her thighs wide, running her fingers down the inside of her thighs, red fingernails raking down and marking the smooth naked skin with sharp red welts.

Hips rolling she pushed herself slowly to her feet, dancing around the chair, she twirled it around and moved it in front of herself. Crossing one leg over the other she sat down facing him, flipping her head forwards and back, she moved her hands over her body, before getting up, raising one leg on the back of the chair, she leaned forward slightly, passing a smooth hand over the stockings.

Flipping the chair around so the back faced of it him, she climbed atop of it, she started to dance, bending downwards at the knees, legs spread wide, cleavage pushed forward, she stood up on the chair and began to spin around. Her hair billowed out around her, and Logan held his breath as she stopped and dropped perfectly to sit on the chair back to front.

She smiled as she looked over the back of the chair, shoulders snaking sensually side to side, before her hands reached between her thighs and for the seat of the chair, standing up quickly, she pulled the chair through her legs, setting it upright. Climbing atop of it again, she danced, her hips rolling, ass stuck out in his direction as she danced, gripping the back of the chair, she placed her foot on the frame, leaning so she was facing him, she pushed forwards and the chair fell to the floor.

She nailed the landing, but not stopping to take a breath, she hooked the frame with her heels, setting the chair straight, she stared at him before she kicked the furniture away, the chair sailed across the wooden floor, hitting the far wall with a sharp thud.

Sinking to the floor, she stretched her legs, straight up to the ceiling, before snaking her way across and over to him, she danced in front of him, barely inches away, as flipped up and over on to her backside, hips thrusting up and down, she pushed her cleavage out, she reached for the lace.

Keeping his gaze held with her own intense stare, she pulled at the left side of the corset, tugging at the strings slowly, until the criss-cross lacing was undone and fell open, lowering herself to the floor completely, she flipped back over onto her stomach, and tugged at the other side of the corset.

He watched as the material fell away, taking the corset and flinging it across the room, she snaked closer still, practically at his feet, she slowly ran her hands up his thighs, his intense stare matched by hers, as she rubbed her way up his legs, her chest moving over the coarse material of his jeans, she suddenly spread his legs wide apart.

Dancing in front of him on her knees, she began to snake her way up the couch, hands now moving around the outside of his legs, over his hips, until she had both her hands pinned on either side of his head, gripping the back of the couch tightly.

Her arms outstretched and her breasts hanging barely inches from his face, she hooked one knee around the outside of his left leg, her right knee she brought up slowly, carefully rubbing along his crotch before she hooked it around his waist.

And there she was, topless and sat on his lap. Slowly, achingly slowly she began to grind, back arched and ass stuck out slightly, she took firm hold of his shoulders, staring deep into his feral eyes, her forehead pressed firmly against his and never breaking eye contact, his heated breath passing over her lips, she bumped.

Hitting the left side first, hips rolling, she hit the front, right side and back, her body rising and falling softly, she switched directions, her own breath now coming in short gasps, as she discovered just how successful her dancing had really been. He was clearly hard as a rock, and all for her!

The last chords of the song played out, and he gripped her hips firmly, keeping her in place, pushing her down and keeping her still in his lap. Time to test her limits; see how much of this was sheer bravado and far she was willing to take this.

'Logan…' she whispered, the slightest quiver shaking her voice. He shook his head, passing a hand through her hair; he stared at her as his fingers blazed a path down along her soft cheek, amazed at the smoothness of her flesh, the tips of his fingers moving slowly as she arched her neck, brushing past briefly, ever so gently across her breast, her gaze following his every movement, and at that subtle touch, her eyes snapped quickly to meet his.

But he didn't stop there, he held her gaze as his hand splayed across her stomach, seemingly contemplating the top of her panties, she gasped as his fingers inched closer to the lace, slipping ever so slightly inside, before his hand quickly snaked its way around to the small of her back, drawing gentle circles with the tips of his fingers, that sent shivers throughout her spine, he suddenly kissed her.

Plundering her mouth with his own, his warm rough tongue brushing and nipping at her lips, suddenly his hand plunged downwards and into the back of her panties, her eyes jerked wide open in surprise, he smiled and tugged at her lips, squeezing the firm left cheek of her ass, he began to massage the flesh, and all she could think was to stop him before he got any further.

She placed a hand over his, and he pulled away, but instead of being angry as she fully expected him to, he chuckled quietly and patted her ass affectionately, just as she had done in the garage.

He nodded knowingly and kissing her cheek softly whispered, 'I thought so kid, ah always knew ye weren't gonna go through with this bluff, but nice try. I'll consider myself thanked for the present…maybe next time huh, see ya next birthday kid.'

He pushed himself up and smiling down at her walked towards the door. Marie stared after him, she'd chickened out, truth was she'd never thought things would get this far, she'd readied herself for his rejection, thinking he'd turn her down and she'd be embarrassed as hell, but not this, that she'd be sat on his lap as he kissed her, his hands down her pants. She'd been lost as to what her next move should be, what she'd wanted was right in front of her for the taking but she'd gotten scared and unsure.

But now as she watched him swagger away, his cocky stance making her angrier by the minute, she rushed up from the couch and went to stand in front of the door, blocking his way out.

She pushed him backwards, 'Nuh-uh, no ya don't, not tomorrow, not next year, not next birthday Logan…now!'