Lay Down With Me

Getting out of the music room wasn't hard. The problem was it was on the main floor and nearly everyone and their brother was walking around now. He hadn't bothered with more than his jeans and an unbuttoned shirt. Marie was covered from head to toe but it was pretty damn obvious that he either hadn't been to bed or he'd gotten up in the middle of the night.

The Wolverine in bare feet was an unmistakable sign that he was not up for the day. So they were getting a few looks, and more than a few whispers that he could hear quite clearly.

From the expression on her face Marie could hear them just as well. The back stairs were closer to the wing his set of rooms was in but they had to walk past the dining hall. That was like waving a red flag in front of Storm.

Pretty soon white hair was stepping out of the hall in front of them and Logan nearly cursed. "What'd you do, fly across the damn room so you could beat us to the stairs?"

"I shouldn't have had to Logan." She looked at him and her gaze barely skimmed across Marie, as if the younger woman wasn't worthy of a glance.

His growl wasn't entirely deliberate. The Wolverine was not in the mood for anyone to dismiss his mate so cavalierly. "Well maybe if you and everybody else in this damn place could keep their nose out of my business you wouldn't have that problem."

"As long as Rogue is a student here she is my business." Storm had her arms folded and that expression that meant a tornado wouldn't budge her.

"But you made it pretty clear that I'm not." Marie's voice was chilly. Strangely it didn't clash with her accent, just made it more pronounced. "You never told him did you. Never bothered."

"Never told me what?" He didn't bother to hide the growl in his words.

"Honey, you...kinda lost some time after...everything." Marie's hand on his forearm was gentle, her voice softening for him.

"But you called me, it was only three weeks after you left," Logan looked at her worriedly and Storm stiffened.

"No sugar," Marie shook her head. "The Phoenix... she messed with your head. I didn't realize..." She sighed. "Until we talked this morning I thought someone had told you. I thought you were bein' kind, not bringing it up, but I realized when I had that little draw..."

"You absorbed Logan again," Storm's expression was shocked and worried. "You promised to be careful. I would never-"

"Never have what?" Marie stared the older woman down. "Never have let me walk around in anything less than a burnoose? Not let me sit classes?"

The Wolverine had enough of this and shook his head, gold eyes glaring at the weather witch and baring his teeth when Beast came around the corner, bound for breakfast.

"Ah, good morning Rogue, Logan," The blue feral smiled at them both genially. "Getting a late start are we?" He frowned as he inhaled and regarded Logan thoughtfully, his head tilting deferentially. "Wolverine, is everything all right?"

Logan nearly growled again, only Beast's polite manner and deference kept him from wanting to put the man on the ground. "We're trying to go upstairs for some privacy. And I just found out that I lost... time... and nobody bothered to mention it."

"I see." Hank gave Storm a reproachful look. "Well if you have some time after you and Rogue had talked, I'd be happy to discuss it with you." He sighed, "I do apologize, I thought you were aware. As your doctor I should have made certain of it."

"I'm guessin' it wasn't your call," Logan growled at Storm pointedly. "It should have been. Someone's been overstepping her bounds."

"That doesn't change the fact that you should not be...canoodling with a student." Dark eyes glared at the couple in front of her.

"I'm eighteen years old. I'm legally able to do whatever I want with Logan, besides drink." Marie lifted her chin stubbornly and Logan nodded his agreement.

"Oh my," Hank chuckled and pointedly stepped aside. "I do beg your pardon for delaying you then. Please, take care of one another. And come see me if you have any questions Logan. After you've had a suitable amount of time with your mate."

"Mate," Storm nearly hissed the word. "It wasn't six months ago that he was sniffing after Jean. And whoring his way through half the bars in New York. He doesn't know the meaning of commitment and I will not-"

"Ororo," Hank's voice was deceptively mild. "I'm afraid this is one matter in which you are not qualified to allow anything. Wolverine has been most...circumspect in his attentions to Rogue. He has abided by human laws but now that he is no longer restricted by them, and Rogue has no objections, there is nothing to stop him from claiming her."

"She's not-"

Rogue rolled her eyes and took Logan's hand in her own, pushing past Storm with a hastily polite nod to Beast, and pulled him towards the back stairs.

She didn't let up in her amazingly strong forward progress until they'd reach the second floor and were well on their way to his wing. "Damn darlin', guess there's more than a few things I've missed?" He half smiled when she finally slowed down.

Picking her up and carrying her the rest of the way to his room was self indulgent but she seemed to like it if the warm sweet note to her scent was any indicator.

"There's some things that I'll need to tell you but they can wait for a while sugar," Marie was rubbing her lips over his jaw and Logan ignored LeBeau's shocked expression as they strode past him. A twist of the doorknob and a flick of the lock and they were in his room.

He held her closer, glad that he'd learned over the years that picking up his crap every day was easier than doing it once a week. The bed was still made since he hadn't bothered to sleep in it yet and he set her down on the quilt carefully.

"Marie, I gotta tell you, I... I don't know how careful I'll be able to be. Once the animal in me gets loose..." How was he supposed to tell her that he'd probably mark her? That he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop if she changed her mind?

"Sugar you're worryin' about nothing." She smiled up at him, "This would hardly be the first time I've met Wolverine. I know a girl's first time isn't comfortable...but I figured you know what you're doin', you'll make sure I wanna do it again, one way or the other."

He looked at her and couldn't believe she was actually there. "But no pressure, right?" He tried to smile and she giggled at him. "You gonna let me peel all these layers off you darlin'? I've only been thinking about it for two years. Or more."

Her laugh was better than music as she stood in front of him, "And here I was thinking you were impatient enough to cut them all off of me."

"I can do that too, just don't wanna scare you." He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face to her stomach for a moment. "I don't ever wanna scare you Marie."

"You don't. You won't." She carded her fingers through his hair and he felt like purring. "But whatever you do Logan, you'd better get these clothes off me before I combust."

"That a real danger?" He looked up at her with a grin and unwound the silk scarf from her throat, tossing it over the footboard of the bed. Her long sleeved tunic followed it and he nearly groaned at the sight of her in a camisole and long loose pants. The drawstring of her slacks was right in front of his face and he could smell her scent, thick in the air, growing thicker with each piece of clothing he removed. "You smell so fuckin' good darlin'."

"Well you make me feel good Logan." She was smiling down at him, a touch of nerves in her scent as he untied her slacks and pushed them down her legs, his hands following the fabric, caressing that pale skin. Panties and a camisole, that was all that was left of her clothing. Her nerves were increasing but so was the need.

"C'mere." He pulled her into his lap and leaned back on the bed, draping her over his body. Her hair was wound back in a braid, its silky waves restrained and he busied himself unwinding it until it was flowing over her back and shoulders. "Love your hair you know. Love how it feels. How long you keep it."

"I was always told a woman's hair is her crowning glory," Marie smiled at him. "That all you're gonna do with me sugar?" Her smile was teasing and he growled, taking that smiling mouth with his and devouring.

He'd never have thought he could get so hard just kissing a woman. But this woman, his woman, was so damned sweet. Just the taste of her went straight to his dick. She was mewling into his mouth, sexy little kitten sounds, and rubbing her body over his, her hips lined up against him so every move rubbed her clit against the ridge of his cock beneath his jeans.

Touching her was another thing he'd never get sick of. Her breasts were full, swollen and tight with need, nipples pert and rubbing against his chest through her little camisole. A careful slice with his claws and it was gone, and he managed to tear his mouth away from hers and put her on her back.

Her hair was rumpled now, spread over his pillows, and her skin was white as china against the dark blue and grey of the quilt. Rosy, tight nipples on perfect breasts, moving with each gasping breath she took. He covered one with his hand as he kissed her again and swallowed her shocked moan of passion.

And it hit him all over again, no one had ever touched her like this. She was his. Innocent, sweet, perfect, beautiful Marie...wanted to be his. He groaned against her mouth as her hands clutched at his shoulders. "God you're just so fuckin' perfect baby." He inhaled her scent again and nearly moaned at how good she smelt.

"Logan...please...unghhh... feels so good..." She was gasping, almost panting, in between her words and he dipped his head down to her breasts, one hand still palming and squeezing one of them. He fixed his mouth to the other, laving her nipple with his tongue and felt his dick tighten even more at the sound of her near shriek of pleasure.

Her skin tasted almost sweet against his tongue, and he groaned as he started to suck carefully. Her flesh was delicate, so soft in his mouth, flesh wrinkled in need easing in the warmth of his mouth, and he could feel her hips, rolling in the same rhythm.

Back and forth, he was fascinated with the cries of need and moans and how sensitive she was to even the smallest caress as he sucked and kneaded her breasts before he began to work his way lower.

Her hips stilled as he pressed his mouth to the line of her panties and inhaled. "God...Marie...you smell so fuckin' good. I gotta...baby I gotta." Cotton panties were no match for his claws or his strength and the shreds of fabric were tossed aside as he spread her thighs apart and nuzzled the damp dark curls. "So beautiful. My perfect, gorgeous Marie."

She was trembling, desire and nerves in her scent again and he growled, nipping at the tender flesh of her inner thigh. "Logan, you don't have to..." She was whispering and he growled again.

"I wanna." He draped her thighs over his shoulders and bent her knees so she was exposed to his mouth and his gaze. "Perfect, pink and pretty and so wet for me baby. Gonna make you come for me Marie. Gonna taste how sweet you are, wanna eat you alive."

He didn't give her a chance to argue, licking and sucking on her nether lips, tasting her juices, sweet and a little tart... His Marie always did like her fruit. She was gasping again, breathing hard and he loved how it made her breasts move. Her hands were clutching at the quilt beneath her, back arched and he slid a hand from her hip to palm one of her breasts, giving her the pressure she was craving. She moaned again as he tugged at her nipple and his tongue found her clit.

The caress actually stilled her with surprise. He wondered if she'd get used to it after a while or if his mouth on her would always be that erotic shock. She liked it though, her body growing more damp as he licked and sucked her clit.

He could tell she used her fingers to touch herself, she liked firm pressure rubbing up and down, or in circles. So he surrounded her clit with his mouth and sucked, rubbing the swollen bud with his tongue until she was arching up again, pushing her pussy up to his mouth and begging him for more.

He groaned against her and used his other hand to reach down and unbutton his jeans, easing the zipper down carefully. She was close, he could feel her tension ratcheting up to the breaking point. His beautiful girl, his woman, begging for him to make her come, to please make her come, she needed...please... He'd never heard anything so sexy in his entire life, and he growled around her clit as he sucked.

Her wail of bliss as her orgasm crashed over her was the best thing he'd ever heard in his life and he growled again, sending another wave crashing over her and surging up against her body before it subsided.

Part of him knew he should shuck his jeans and shirt, but the other part, the animal, knew that if he entered her now, at the height of her pleasure, the pain would be lost amidst the rest of the sensations. One stroke, his fingers rubbing her clit now, extending her orgasm with another wave of pleasure and he pushed deep inside her.

She was fucking tight, and he'd had to slow down once he'd entered her, or his width would tear her delicate tissues. But he'd breached her, and with another roll of his hips she'd taken almost all of him. Her gasp of shock and the stillness that followed gave him a moment to try and think past the damn near blinding sensations of her tight, hot, gorgeously wet pussy clenching and squeezing his cock.

She was still trembling in the aftershocks, and now easing slightly around him, gasping and then her hips moved slightly, her body arching and flexing under his. Logan smiled down at her, supporting himself on his elbows and began nuzzling her jaw and neck, kissing her gently and held onto control by a thread.

"Unghhh...Logan...sugar...it's..." She shivered under him and her hips twitched against his. "It's so...odd."

He couldn't help the half chuckle as he found her breast with his mouth again and began to suck and tease her nipples. "Gimme a minute baby, before you-"

She shifted her hips under him and he groaned as his body and gravity finished what he'd begun, sheathing his body inside hers completely.

"Fuck baby!" He growled the words against her skin and his hips rolled instinctively against hers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He couldn't help moving now, caught up in how she felt, pulling her legs around his waist and helping her move under him.

"Uunhh...Logan..." She was moaning and he could smell, and feel, her need building again.

"God, Marie...that's... unghh fuck you feel so damn good..." He was panting against her neck, his hips working frantically, with barely the presence of mind to snake his hand between their bodies to rub her clit again, trying to push her into another orgasm.

New to sex, to lovemaking, or whatever the hell he should call what they were doing, her body couldn't quite keep up with his. He growled and bit down on her neck, tasting the tender skin where it met her shoulder and lost control. Sweet blood on his tongue, Marie scent in his nose, her slick hot pussy clutching around him, yanking his seed out of him in the best damn orgasm of his life. He groaned and shuddered, hips working as he felt his entire body pour into hers. "Mine...my Marie. Mate."

He could feel her frustration, her body still tense with need and kissed her again. Her soft little hands were rubbing over his back, her heel caressing the back of his thigh and he growled against her mouth. She was nearly writhing with unfulfilled need. "Take care of my woman." He muttered, his body already half way to readiness again.

Logan gently rubbed at her clit, felt her body twitch and tighten around him and let her rub and rock under him. "That's right baby. Already inside you... just feel me... gonna make you come around me."

It took her a little while, his innocent woman, but soon she was straining and moaning, rubbing against him and driving him crazy with her scent again. A roll of his hips made her cry out in need and he bent his head to her breasts once more, determined to make her come while he was inside her.

When she did, gloriously unashamed and screaming his name, he wasn't far behind her, spilling inside her heat and wetness with a roar of her name.

He carefully rolled off her, his limp, panting, satiated woman, and gathered her into his arms to hold. "My Logan, mine." She whispered against his neck and he chuckled.

"Damn straight Marie. I'm yours. Every bit of me." He let her fall asleep then and let himself enjoy the feel of her skin to skin and finally his.

Author's Note: So they finally got to bed. I really was worried Storm was gonna keep them in the hallway the whole morning. Thankfully Hank is more reasonable about these things. But then another feral would be. Hope you enjoyed. I've got something in mind for the next chapter and maybe one after that...then I'm not sure.