"How 'bout in the bath this time? It'll help." Logan knew Marie was sore. Maybe too sore to take him again so soon.

"No."

"No? Whaddaya—Ooof!"

Marie's eyes were glittering as she pressed him up forcefully against the island and slid her hand over the hard ridge at the front of his jeans.

"Not the bath. Here. Like this." Her little hand was stroking him more insistently now. "I want to. With my mouth…" Hopeful fingers skated up his belly and then down into the front of his pants, cupping him in her palm. "Please…"

Christ. She even begged sweetly.

Logan's eyes closed and he sucked in a deep, steadying breath. He'd forgotten about her morning after fantasy. This was even better than what he'd overheard that day. It was more than just the idea of her mouth on him, it was her owning the moment, showing him what she wanted and then taking it. Those wide eyes and blowjob lips had been his fucking downfall since Laughlin City. He wasn't about to tell her no. Not anymore.

He nodded and noted with a start of warmth that she'd waited for his assent before sinking to her knees. It wasn't something she was doing to him or for him. It was something they were doing together. Something she wanted. The way her tongue peeped out to wet her lips told him in no uncertain terms just how much she wanted to put her mouth on him, and that aroused him more than the idea of the act itself. Her pupils had blown wide and her hands were shaking with excitement as she reached for him.

He thought she'd go right for his fly and was surprised when her nails trailed down his thighs and she looked up at him through her lashes. God, that made him shiver all over.

"I wanna see you. Take these off."

"Yes, ma'am." It was an order, however breathlessly given, and he complied with a lazy grin, wanting to empower her as much as satisfy his own curiosity. She squirmed impatiently when he took too long to slowly flick the button open and drag down the zipper with exaggerated languor. She could almost hear each individual tick of the metal teeth. Marie was biting her lip and breathing erratically by the time he hauled himself clear of the denim.

"Oh!" Her soft intake of air pleased him. She liked what she saw.

Marie smiled, her eyes flicking up to his for only a fleeting moment before they skimmed back down to where he was exposed. The musky scent of sex was strong on his skin and he breathed it in deeply, feeling it creep into the shadowy part of himself to drag the Wolverine from his lair.

"Darlin'," he warned, not wanting to derail what was happening in any way, but also not wanting to her to be unpleasantly surprised. He would taste strongly of them both. He liked it, but it might be a little too earthy for her.

"Hush. I want this."

"But—"

"Now. Like this."

"Christ!" It was a word that ended on a growl.

"Take your jeans off and give them to me." His eyebrows rose and she chided him when he didn't move fast enough to suit her. "Now, sugar."

He shoved them down and kicked them over, chuckling as she put them under her knees. "You wanna go somewhere softer?" His eyes swept over the room and settled on the new chair beside the bearskin rug.

She shook her head and pushed him back against the island with a blush and a sparkle in her eye that clearly conveyed her mood with zero ambiguity. Buckle up, cowboy.

He waited, erection bobbing slightly with every beat of his heart while she spent long minutes looking before finally wetting her lips and running her fingers up the back of his thigh. He jumped, like a horse on a twitch.

"Touch yourself."

He did, smoothing the fresh drops of precome over the tip with his broad thumb; then long lazy strokes from base to tip. "Baby…."

"More."

"Umph." He did, but it was somehow both too much and not enough.

"God. That turns me on so much."

His hand moved faster, rougher, and his head dropped back. Choking the tip now, an aggressive touch that revealed the depth of his need. "Baby, please… I'm gonna come…" He eased off, panting. "Touch me, darlin'."

She rubbed her cheek against him and his whole body quivered. The first suck had him gripping the edge of the counter with white knuckles.

"Like that?" she breathed, releasing him.

"Yeah." She did it again. "More."

Her mouth kissed and flickered, following the now steady trickle to his base and she pushed her tongue into the dark tangle of hair, searching out the pungent taste of them together. Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer and guided her mouth back to the tip, urging her to take him in.

It was messy and wet, and whatever she lacked in skill she made up for in shameless sensuality. Loving him wholly without reserve; licking and kissing and rubbing her face all over him between sucks until his legs were shaking and the points of his claws had emerged between the knuckles of the hand not wrapped in her hair.

There was something he should remember, something important, but he couldn't think what it was and then he was coming with a roar, so hard the world turned inside out and his vision went a throbbing, brilliant white as he felt her swallow around him again and again.

He lost his legs after, sinking to the floor in front of her, too satiated to even be shocked by the intensity of what had just happened. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he watched her smile and rub a hand over her belly. Her quiet enjoyment of his come inside her was clearly evident. Her eyes shone with joy and wonder. "Mmmm…."

"Goddamn," he panted.

"You taste good."

He marshalled his senses and pulled her mouth to his for a kiss so he could share the earthy taste.

When they parted, she was flushed and breathless. "We need to do that every day."

"Heh."

"I mean it, sugar. Every day. Before we even get out of bed." She didn't sound at all like she was kidding and he wasn't sure if he was more surprised by that or by the fact she seemed totally unaware that she was already imagining waking up beside him every day.

That certainly boded well for his future plans. His big, stupid-ass smile faded as he watched her face fall and then her brows knitted together.

"Baby?"

She frowned, looking down and then tugging the shirt more firmly around her. "Mph."

"Somethin' you didn't like there?" He hoped she wasn't feeling guilty or slutty for so enthusiastically enjoying the more carnal side of their relationship.

"They're gone."

"Gone?" It took his sex-addled brain a few moments to figure out what she was talking about.

"Healed," she said, opening the shirt so he could see. The marks he'd left had vanished. Her soft skin was a perfect canvas of creamy white, unmarked and unclaimed. The Wolverine roared to life, gnashing his teeth and straining against the chains.

"Sorry," he offered, feeling pretty shitty for being so far gone that he didn't even notice the warning buzz or the draw of her skin as she pulled him in. All he'd felt was big soft lips and an orgasm so intense he could barely stay upright until it was over. That she wanted him like that blew his mind.

"I'm not angry at you, sugar. That I can make someone like you shake and whimper feels good. Really good." He understood. It was the first time she'd really felt the power she wielded over him. "It's just— just a little sad, I guess. I liked how they felt."

"Baby—"

"I could still feel you inside me." Her face grew softer. "I wouldn't change what we just did for the world. And I wasn't joking about needing that. A lot. But I kinda miss seein' you all over me."

His grin was entirely predatory. "Hell, darlin'. I can put 'em right back onya."

"Mmmm….."

Sweet Christ. That fiery, inviting look in Marie's eye was calling to the wildest parts of him. Logan wasn't sure she was ready for that, and equally certain he couldn't hold the Wolverine back from her much longer, even with the powerful release she'd just given him.

It wasn't about sex. None of this had been about just a physical act. It was so much deeper. The tangible expression of something that had been growing between them for years. Not just a claiming or a surrender; a dialogue. Trust. Vulnerability. Love. Possession. Compassion. Understanding. The poetry of touch and the shedding of all the layers and rules that had bound them for too long.

"Now?" The hopeful note in her sultry voice made him smile.

"Hell, yeah. Now." She laughed as he pulled her to her feet. "What?"

"I could get used this, Mr. No Refractory Period."

"Heh."

"It's a good thing you heal, sugar." Her tone implied she had so much pent up in her that she might kill a lesser man even without her skin in the mix.

"Yeah?"

Her touch was pointedly erotic as she stroked her fingers down his chest to the heavy flesh between his legs and wrapped her fingers around him. "Oh, yeah."

All aboard! The Sexytimes Train will be making (ahem - multiple) stops in Nookietown, Smutsville and Primalburg... I'm sure you're all SO surprised by this turn of events. Heh.

Up next: Wild Thing. The Wolverine joins the party. (Need I say more?) ;)