Sorry y'all. Usually I get up on Saturday, make coffee and then edit/post the next chapter of Shine. Today I got up and went to see DOFP because that's the way my muses (and the bunnies) roll… Heh. Onward!

"You want somethin', little girl?" Logan's eyes flashed at Marie and she shivered at his deliberately provocative words.

"I sure do."

"Tell me."

She parted from him for just a moment to reset her skin, a small movement that was quickly become automatic for them both, and then she wound herself around him sensuously. "I want to feel your weight on me." She pushed her face into his neck. "Hold me down. Use your teeth." The last of it came out on a breathy whisper.

"Fuck," he breathed, shuddering under the force of the Wolverine roaring in his blood, hot and strong.

She pulled away from him and met his eyes. He could see the Rogue in hers, flashing with fire and the promise of good things to come.

"Where's that condom? The one from the club?"

That surprised him. She was rarely predictable. He generally enjoyed that aspect of their relationship and found it even more exciting during sex.

"Coat pocket." Her eyes followed his gaze to the coat on the hook by the back door just a few steps away. "Got somethin' particular in mind, baby?" He watched her retrieve it and allowed her to lead him back to the bed.

"Yep," she returned, sitting on the bed and leaning in for a quick suck on the sensitive tip before she looked back up at him. "I want you to show me how to put this on. And then I want you to fuck me 'til I scream."

"Christ," he muttered, taking it from her fingers. "That whatcha thought about holdin' this in the dark all those nights?"

She nodded.

"I wanna hear you say it."

"Sugar…"

"Say it."

"I need you to fuck me. Hard." She stroked him, eyes darkening as he grew thicker and firmer in her fingers.

"Yes. More." More of her. More words. More touching. Just more.

"I need to feel it. I need you inside me."

He wrapped his hand around hers, guiding her movements along his shaft. "This whatcha need, baby?"

To his amusement, she threw back her head and laughed. "No. Half the world has one of these, sugar." Her touch grew playful. "I need you."

A growl of approval rumbled in his chest.

She took the condom from his fingers. "I love it best with nothing between us, but this lets me have all of you the whole time. No pulling away." And none of him in her head, either. She didn't need to say it. He knew. Marie squirmed, already thinking about him inside her. "I need you so much."

Logan nodded. Christ, she smelled good. "Too long a wait, darlin'? All those nights in that empty bed, needin' to be filled?"

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly, tearing the wrapper open.

"Now ya need it bad. Needta be fucked hard. Deep. Over and over." She was still wearing his shirt. Between that, the condom, and the rhythmic movements of their bodies, they might not even need to consciously part at all.

She was too aroused to even blush. "Show me," she demanded, feeling the slip of the condom between her fingers. Her head was full of men and memories of their varied — and sometimes shocking — sexual preferences, but she wanted to know how Logan performed this simple intimate ritual. Memories were a pale imitation of the real thing. She'd lived in her head long enough.

Show her, hell.

Logan shook his head. "Stand up."

Marie stood, leaning into him for support as he slipped a hand between her legs and swiped two fingers through the fresh rush of arousal. He caught her eye and slowly used the wetness he'd gathered to slick the head of his erection.

"God." Her voice was shaking with need.

"Hold it there," he said softly, indicating the tip of the condom, "... then roll it down." What was usually a chore to be hastily dispensed with became an intimately erotic lesson between new lovers. "More here." Logan helped her adjust it. "I come a lot. Needsta have somewhere to go." He'd never articulated that to a partner before.

"Mmmm… you sure do." Her approval was evident in the sparkle in her eye and the thick, ripening scent of her desire that further clouded his brain. She stroked the fit right with his help and he shivered against her small frame. He felt the sting of her teeth on his neck and her breath soft in his ear as her fingers trailed down his muscular chest to stroke him again. "When you're close, take this off. I need to feel you come. In me. On me. However you want…"

"Fuck." His jaw clenched.

She smiled. This time, the answering flash of gold in his eyes didn't fade. He led her to the bearskin rug before the fire and they sank down together on the luxuriously thick pelt.

"Darlin'." His voice broke on a growl. It wasn't so much a question as a plea for consent before the Wolverine decided for them both.

"I'm here, sugar. Right here on this soft fur you killed for us." Marie knew who she was talking to. It wasn't Logan who'd gutted a rampaging bear. Slowly, deliberately, she raised a hand and wrapped her slim fingers around his throat. She could feel his pulse slamming against her palm. "Anything you want to do, I want to do, too."

She could see the relief flicker in his eyes and knew they were beyond words now. He was falling into that place where the man was consumed by the more primal side of his nature.

That side was watching her intently. Head cocked. Chest rising and falling as he breathed her in deeply, underscored by the soft, musky scent of the hide under their bodies. The memory of the pain as the bear ripped into him with its wicked claws was sharp and hot, dragging him further down into the beautiful, freeing blackness.

His fingers found her throat and he pulled her face to his. She could taste Logan in the beginning of the kiss for a fleeting moment before he became submerged in the spice of the rising wildness.

A hand now, sliding into her hair and along her scalp. It tightened into a fist at her nape, a delicious pressure that was just firm enough to keep her right where he wanted. His mouth trailed wetly from her full, panting lips to her throat.

The rough scrape of his stubble on her skin made her nipples draw up tightly, but it was the way he pulled her head back by the fist tangled in her hair to bare her throat to him that made her shiver. She could feel the wildness in him; a pure male force driven by instinct and unfettered lust.

His mouth was wet and hot and he was not at all hesitant to use his teeth or his formidable strength. She could feel the coppery sting on her neck and breasts and it unleashed some primal female force she'd been suppressing for years.

The Wolverine tossed her back, none too gently, onto the sleek fur. It was warm under Marie's back, heated by the nearby fire. The glow cast them both in a warm amber light that made his eyes burn a fierce gold and threw the sharp angles of his powerful frame into vivid relief. He pulled her to him by her ankle, spreading her legs with strong hands. They dug into her flesh as he pushed her knees to her chest and pinned them there before looking his fill. The rough handling excited her in an elemental way that went far beyond anything she'd ever explored in fantasy.

This magnificent male animal had no patience for hesitation or shyness. His woman was spread before him in their soft nest of furs and the scent of mating was upon her. He breathed in deeply, bringing in as much of the luscious scent as he could before following it to the source for a fat lick that made his mate whimper and writhe. The deep growl in his chest only seemed to make her more frantic as she bucked against his restraining grasp.

She succumbed to an overwhelmingly instinctive urge to roll to her knees, drop her chest to the pelt and spread her thighs wide in invitation. No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just hunger and longing and too many years of needing to be claimed in the most base way possible.

It was an ancient invitation, and one he was unable to resist. The Wolverine wasted no time. He grabbed her hips, dragging her to him and slammed into her with a rough grunt. She gasped as he sank deep, pushing up against her cervix with the first thrust. There was no rhythm. No warning, save the exquisite withdrawal. Just heavy, concussive thrusts that shunted her bare breasts and flushed cheek back and forth across the thick pelt.

Her fingers dug in for purchase, but there was nothing to be done but to ride it out as he spent himself against her; a violent tempest that made her thighs quiver and her body ripple with pleasure. She could feel him working behind her. Felt his hot breath on her neck and his fingers tighten in her hair. The crash of their bodies and the wet slap of skin drove them higher. Her mews and grunts inflamed him. They grew in volume. Cries of pleasure became screams that faded to whimpers each time he forced her over the edge.

The bruising grip on her hip and the hand in her hair controlled how fast or slow she slid over his hard cock. They were both sweaty and panting. Her hair spilled in a wild tangle over her outstretched arms. When she turned to look over her shoulder, his lips were skinned back over clenched teeth and his eyes were molten gold. Hot and fierce.

She felt those same teeth a moment later, sinking into her neck as she came again, her hoarse voice rising on a raw wail. Ripping off the plastic skin covering him with a grunt of pure disdain, the Wolverine shoved back in, enjoying the purely carnal view of his erect flesh glistening with the proof of his mate's pleasure before he pinned her under him and filled her with pulse after pulse of hot seed.

She collapsed under him and he slumped onto the pelt at her side, panting with exertion. Her cheeks and chest were pink and flushed and her eyes were unfocused. Her whole body shook and quivered with little aftershocks. He nuzzled her face with his, licking a bead of sweat from her temple and sighing contentedly as he sank lazily back onto the pelt. He stroked his spent flesh and then rubbed his damp palm from her breastbone to her navel with a flagrant grunt of satisfaction.

The shirt she was wearing had protected him from her skin during sex, but didn't really allow for curling up with him afterwards. She stared up at the cedar ceiling, a soft smile on her lips. Her body wasn't exactly responding to her commands anyway. It was utterly boneless, sweaty and limp as his semen dried on her skin by the warmth of the fire.

Something in his head, a forceful presence he didn't care for and didn't currently give a shit about obeying was telling him not to pull her close like he wanted to do. He defied the man and curled his fingers around a silky sable and platinum strand of her hair. He needed a connection to her, however tenuous, as they came back to themselves.

It happened by slow degrees. They'd waited for this moment for too long. Neither of them were in any hurry to discuss what had just happened or to rush the moment in any way.

He was still lounging on his back when Marie finally stirred and rolled to crouch sensuously between his spread legs. Her hair tickled his skin. She nipped at his instep and then his knee, giggling at his playful warning growl before slinking up his body to take him in her mouth.

She held his eyes for a long moment before silently cleaning him with gentle swirls of her tongue and soft sucks that drew the last of his seed from him with a shiver. She took his hand and guided it to the back of her head, wanting that connection to him, that physical direction even now during this most intimate of tasks.

Where the man might have protested, the Wolverine simply accepted the tender care of his mate as the natural order of things. When he could move again, he'd groom her too. Right now, he felt too good to rouse himself beyond pulling her close when she was finished. Her desire to feel his physical domination pleased him, too. Of course she should seek that. Mating was new to her. She was young and curious and needed a firm hand now. Soon enough she'd embrace all that she was and burn them both to ash.

She flopped down at his side, smiling. He watched her fingers drift over the new marks he'd put on her skin and she sighed contentedly, unaware of his quiet observation.

It took Logan a while to make the words rise to the surface.

"Hey, you good over there?"

"Better than good, sugar."

Her voice was husky voice from screaming. His ears were still ringing. She had not been quiet in her pleasure and his own bellow of completion had been just as fierce. He didn't respond in words, simply stroked a possessive hand over her body.

"We're gonna need to do this every day, too."

"Mmph." He grunted in amusement.

"I mean it."

He knew she did.

Every day.

He could live with that.

Up next: Funkytown. Logan and Marie have a whole house to christen. The bear skin rug is just the beginning…

And the Smut Train just picks up steam… ;)