It's the Time of the Year-by PS
Logan's Room-1:35 a.m.
Ororo woke up in the night, feeling languidly wonderful.
She stretched slowly and was surprised when she bumped into something warm, hard, and breathing.
She froze and turned her head slowly but yelped in pain.
She grabbed for her neck and yanked her hand back. Her hand was covered in warm, sticky blood.
She gasped.
The body next to her shifted and she found herself looking in the steel-colored eyes of no other than Logan, the Wolverine.
She stared at him, "hi."
He looked back at her, "hi."
She tried to shift away, but found she couldn't.
His thick arm was tossed over her waist, and he was now lying on his side, gently stroking her cheek.
Her brow furrowed, "what are you doing?"
He put his head down and let his nose trail along her jaw line, "nothing much, just loving you."
She pulled away from him, "did we…last night?"
A smirk graced his lips, "what do you think?" He directed her attention to their naked, sheet clad bodies.
She glanced away, her breathing hitching, "oh. Right."
His fingers trailed down to her neck, and she flinched away from his touch as his finger came into contact with the sore spot on her neck.
He frowned, "I'm sorry I hurt you."
She swallowed, "it's okay I guess."
He half-smiled and pulled her closer, "are you sorry?"
She blinked, "for what?"
He sighed, "are you sorry about earlier?"
She shook her head, wincing in the process, "no. I'm not sorry at all."
He looked up at her, his eyes nearly black, "are you not sorry enough to do it again?"
She laughed, the sound chiming in the empty night, "not right now, no. But maybe later."
She stroked his hair and he leaned into her touch, purring, "oh yes, defiantly later."
Ororo's Loft-3:15 p.m.
"How was it?"
Ororo sighed as Jean bandaged her neck, "you know, I didn't invite you up here to talk about that."
Jean put a salve on her neck, "I know, but I came up here to hear about it."
Ororo laughed and played with the bracelet around her slender wrist, "it was amazing. He was actually very gentle with me. Does this mean we're mated now?"
Jean nodded, "yes. You two will be together forever."Ororo sighed, "right."
Jean taped up the cloth, "alright, that's good for now. I'll see you later?"
The white-haired woman nodded, "yeah."
Logan's Room-7:15 p.m.
Knock, knock.
Logan got up from his bed and opened the door.
He was a bit surprised to see Ororo standing there, but he had a feeling she would be back later on.
"Come on in." He stepped back so that she could enter, and he tried not to look to conspicuous as he inhaled her scent.
"So, what brings you by here?"
She stood uncomfortably, "um. I don't really know. I just needed to see you I guess."
He nodded, sitting down in a chair, the mating was getting to her. She was starting to need his presence.
"Well, have a seat, we'll talk."
She started to move past him to sit on the couch but he grabbed her around the waist and plopped her on his lap.
She shrieked as he did this and turned slightly to look at him, "what was that?"
He shrugged, "I guess I need to see you too."
He could have sworn he saw a blush tinge her cheeks.
She suddenly got to her feet, ripping herself from his grasp.
"Hey! What was that for?"
She stood in front of him, hands on her hips, "I have a question."
He stared at her, trying to contemplate on how to best get her back on his lap.
She continued, taking his silence as admission, "if this mate thing is like I think it is that means you can go whore yourself around, while I stay at home."
He looked up at her, "what?"
Her eyes were fierce, "and, even if I did take another you'd kill them, the dominant male in you demands that!"
He stood up, but she stood in her spot. The beast in him growled at her because of her defiance, but purred at the same time for her courage.
"I wouldn't kill anyone for starters; perhaps disembowel or maim them, but I wouldn't kill them. Unless you wanted me to that is."
She glared at him, "so, you're not denying that you would go around and mate with other women."
And just like that she was up against a wall, Logan in front of her, his teeth bared, his chest rumbling, and his eyes hot.
"I would never hurt you like that."
Before she could say anything his mouth was up against hers, and his hands on her body.
The kiss was beautiful. His mouth was hot and moist, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, reminding her of another part of his body.
He pressed his body up against hers, making her gasp as his member pressed against her belly like a hot brand.
He pulled back and growled at her, "do you see what you do to me?"
He thrust against her, making her gasp again and her hips buck.
He chuckled darkly, "c'mon baby, let me make you feel good."
He scooped her up and threw her on the bed, his animal at the front.
She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her again, their tongues wrestling for dominance.
He threw his clothes off, then ripped her skirt and blouse away from her body.
He went and kissed her stomach before removing her panties and entering her in one clean sweep.
He was apparently in no mood for foreplay.
He thrust into her madly, all the while eating away at her mouth and clutching her waist fiercely.
She yanked at his hair and he growled for her, his teeth playfully nipping at her clavicle bone.
He suddenly broke his mouth away from her and growled to her, "you're mine."
She cried out in pain and release as he bit her shoulder, "Logan!"
He roared her name to the heavens, and then promptly collapsed on her.
They panted for a few minutes, until he broke the silence, "I love you 'Ro."
She frowned slightly, "you said that last night didn't you?"
He smiled, "yes, and so did you."
She smiled back, "don't worry, I remember, I love you too Logan."
They lay in silence for what seemed like hours until she gasped.
His head darted up, "what? What's wrong?"
Her eyes were wide, "we didn't use a condom!"
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