I suck at summaries. Mainly because if my life was a book, it would be the most boring book in existence... until I met him.

The “him” I am referring to is the tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous (seriously, handsome doesn’t even begin to cover it here) man who stalked into my parents house one day and completely turned my world upside-down, and let’s not forget back-to-front.

The first thought out of my head after I saw him (after I got my brain functioning again, and my jaw off the floor), was, “Damn!” which was quickly followed by, “Oh, damn,” when a beautiful African woman with snow white hair walked through the door behind him.

As it turns out my original fears as to said man’s availability were unfounded, the woman introduced herself as Ororo Munro and proceeded to recite a prepared speech to try and convince my parents to send me to some school in New York state where they could help me learn to control my powers.

My parents, of course, were only to pleased, that someone, anyone, had finally come to take me off their hands, and readily agreed that, “It would be best for her”. Gee thanks Dad, I’m not even out of the house and already you’ve forgotten my name.

‘Tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ just leaned casually against the door frame the whole time and glared at everything and nothing. The glare got darker when he too picked up the fact that my own father wouldn’t use my name.

My parents were ready to wave goodbye but I was a little curious, if I was going to be living at this place I wanted to know everything about it. An hour was spent in conversation, me asking questions, them, mostly Ororo, answering. I asked about everything from location, size, student population, whether I’d have to share a room (not something you want to be doing when your skin can kill people), what classes they offered, and even what the climate was like.

During this interrogation, I learnt that Ororo was a weather controlling history teacher, and ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ taught “Art,” which was actually meaning martial arts, among other defensive and offensive training he provided for students and future “X-men”, though I didn’t learn this until later.

My last question was about the only creature in the world that seemed to care about me and my existence, my dog, Jack, a big shaggy ex-farm dog who I’d had since he was a year old, and whether he could come with me. He had been my best friend since I was 10, and he was the only creature that would approach me since my skin ‘turned on’, he would comfort me when I was crying, sleep on my bed when I was scared, or just sit beside me, like he was now, and offer me comfort just from his presence.

Ororo started to say something, when ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ interrupted after a quick look at me, and having taken in my one gloved hand resting in my lap and the other, un-gloved hand, resting on the dog’s head, said “Yes.” Ororo quickly said that I could take him with me but some of the students didn’t like dogs and if his presence caused too much of a stir he would have to leave.

The next thing I knew I had been packed off to my room to grab my belongings. Looking around my room I started thinking about what I needed, what I wanted, and what I wanted to leave behind, I left most of it.

I eventually decided on a few outfits, my small jewellery box, my diary, laptop, and a stuffed bear that my Great-Grandma gave me when I was born 17 long years ago. I also took Jack’s blanket, his favourite chew toy, and reminded myself to collect his food dish from the kitchen on my way out.

I turned to leave my room only to find ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ watching me from the door, I just about jumped through the roof, I didn’t even hear him coming.

“Thought you’d got lost,” he grumbled, “Hurry up,” and he turned and disappeared silently down the stairs, it was actually hard to believe a guy that big could walk so quietly, even that one creaky stair that had busted me more than once when I was sneaking home after curfew didn’t make a sound when he walked over it.

When I got to the bottom step ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ grabbed my bag and took it out to the car, my mother waved goodbye to me from across the room, my father just nodded his head in my direction, the only movement other than my mother’s hand, was Jack, who, spying the open door, grabbed his leash and came and sat down next to me.

I fixed the leash on his collar and started towards the door, I had to run back inside after one step, I forgot the dog bowl, before hurrying back out to the waiting SUV and dropping the bowl next the my bag.

I jumped into the back seat, before I remembered my silly dog couldn’t jump and so couldn’t get into the car, ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ saved the day and lifted him onto the seat and shut the door, the dog instantly pushed his wet nose against the glass and waited for the window to open so he could stick his shaggy head out.

My parents had migrated to the porch where they said final goodbyes to Ororo before turning and walking back inside and shutting the door, I almost cried then, almost, until Jack turned, tipping his head on the side, seemingly in consideration, abandoned his post at the window, lay-down on the seat and pushed his head into my lap. ‘Tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ was also keeping a close eye on me via the rear-view mirror, and a flashed him what I hoped passed for a happy, carefree smile... I don’t think he thought it was.

When everyone was in the car we set off towards the highway and headed north. The trip was pretty quiet, Ororo tried talking but I wasn’t interested and just stared out my window, she gave up after a few minutes, and for the next two or so hours the only sound, other than the engine, was the dog snoring softly on my knee.

We stopped just before dusk, and ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’ dropped us at a diner while he went to get a few motel rooms for us. He got back just as our orders were arriving and over a very, very rare (as in all but mooing) steak, he finally introduced himself.

Logan, aka ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’, was pretty quiet but when he spoke you answered him, no questions, and I did, though, a little reluctantly when he asked about my now old home, friends, etc. He asked for minimal details on that, I guess he knew it was making me uncomfortable, before Ororo began asking me about my interests, hobbies, and other things I enjoyed.

In all it took four days to get to New York, I can’t figure out why on earth they didn’t just get the jet to pick us up, of course, I didn’t know about the jet at that stage, but it would have saved a lot of time, though jet fuel is pretty expensive I suppose.

When we got back, it was late, they had a room ready for me, a smaller room on the teachers wing especially so I could have a room of my own, and the first thing I did was have a nice long bath while Jack explored the bedroom, and eventually made himself comfortable on the bed, right on top of my pillow, damn dog.

When I finished in the bathroom, I slipped into my nightie and kicked the dog off the bed, I gave him the pillow seeing as how he had covered it in dog hair, and he took up position on the floor, right in the middle of the room. I couldn’t sleep, so I got back up and unpacked my bag and put all my stuff away, I still wasn’t sleepy so I booted up my computer and checked my e-mails, nothing but spam.

I still wasn’t tired so I started up my media player and got some music going, not too loud, as I had discovered that Logan had very good hearing, he hated loud noises and his room was right next to mine. I wrote in my diary for a while, and then went out onto the little balcony that opened off my room.

It was a shared balcony I found, shared with Logan’s room next door, and Logan was just coming out onto it as well, lugging a big bush it looked like in a small pot. I looked at him strangely for a few seconds before he said it was for the dog, no doubt at some point the dog would need to go to the bathroom and he could pee on the tree. That was very thoughtful of him.

Over the next few weeks I settled in to classes and school life, I made a few friends, and a few enemies, apparently jealousy is a little rife here when certain people are given ‘special’ treatment, like their own room. Or maybe it was the fact that when certain people bought that up I replied, “Well I could bunk with you and suck your life out?” Seriously, I think said ‘enemies’ are just scared.

After that, was when my world got turned upside down. This metal controlling maniac tried to kidnap me, several times before he was successful in destroying a train, almost killing Logan, and finally getting me. That was, at the time, the scariest day of my life.

But Logan, of course, saved me, just about dying again in the process of giving me his life-saving healing power via my life absorbing skin, for three days he was locked up in the infirmary in a coma. The X-men’s doctor, Jean, wouldn’t let me see him, something about not knowing how he would react when he woke and not wanting me to get hurt.

But he did wake, and he came and found me, said he wanted to make sure I was alright. Apparently the Professor told him I had got some of his memories and stuff, he said they were pretty bad and I shouldn’t think about them, and that he was sorry, I stopped him there and told him that bad memories and a few nightmares were a small price to pay to be alive.

It was then I started to realise the danger I, along with most other mutants, was in. What if the X-men hadn’t come to me first? Would my parents have been as eager to hand me over to someone like Magneto? Or what about the people who tortured Logan and tried to turn him into a mutant monster? I don’t think Logan understood why I was crying but he gave me a hug anyway (now that I wasn’t expecting) and told me to come to him if I had any trouble with the nightmares.

I was starting to think there might be a lot more to the gruff Canadian than all his team mates think, and I was right. We became fast friends, partners in crime Scott referred to us, apparently, we were, and still are, worse than Jubilee.

A few months later, the mansion was attacked by a secret paramilitary group that was experimenting on mutants; I think they might be linked to whatever was done to Logan, some of those guys looked familiar. And again, Logan saved me, and then we both helped save all the mutants on the planet, and no I am not over exaggerating here. My outlook on life changed then, hence the previous reference to ‘back-to-front’, you don’t realise how much life means, or how much it’s worth until you’ve almost lost it, in my case, twice.

After that the humans decided we were a disease, and so they made a ‘cure’ for mutations. I have to admit, I took it, grabbed it with both hands even though I didn’t know anything about how it worked, which it turned out it didn’t as my powers came back after only a few days, it did however allow me to learn a good control over my skin.

After I took the cure and then learned to control my power I didn’t want to go back to Mississippi, my parents all but threw me out and hadn’t contacted me once, they didn’t deserve to know me anymore, so I went back to the school. Logan was sitting out front, at first I thought he was just out for a smoke, he’s not allowed to do so inside, though he does, quite often. Turns out he was waiting for me.

He was the first person I touched skin on skin in almost two years, he shook my hand when I announced I was touchable before I rolled my eyes at him and threw my arms around his neck, he returned my hug then offered me a celebratory beer, even though I was only 18, and we drank in silence for a while before it started to rain and we hurriedly rushed inside as thunder and lightning started booming and flashing across the sky.

After the alfresco beer, we decided to take the celebration up a notch or to, and raided the freezer for ice cream before heading up to Logan’s room to watch the NHL final. We didn’t watch much of the game after Logan started a freeze war; he kept sticking his cold spoon down the back of my shirt, so of course I had to return the favour.

Eventually it turned into an all out pillow war, Logan finally admitted defeat at around 11 after I knocked him on just the right angle and he fell of the bed, then the fearless leader showed up after hearing the commotion (or rather the thud of Logan hitting the floor, I think he left a dent) and kicked me out of Logan’s room, spoil sport {sticks tongue out childishly}.

Summer came, and for the first summer in two years I could walk around wearing what all the other girls wore. It didn’t take long, as in all of two days, for me to notice something was wrong with Logan, and I had a feeling I knew exactly what it was. To test my theory I needed a few things, so I willing went shopping with Jubilee, Kitty and a few of the other girls.

That should have been Logan’s first indicator that I was up to something! He didn’t seem to notice though, and I began putting my plan into action. What plan? you may be asking. My plan, seduce ‘tall, dark, and drop dead gorgeous’, like I’d wanted to do since the moment I first laid eyes on him. I was perfecting the execution of my plan all the next day through class; thank god my mutation means telepaths can’t read my mind!

After the final class of the day it was quickly decided that all us ‘kids’ would meet in an hour for some swimming. Stage one, in progress. I hurried through my homework before emptying all of yesterday’s shopping bags on the floor and fishing around in the pile for the string bikini I bought yesterday. Perfect.

I fitted it on, and admired it hugging my curves, the ones it covered anyway, before grabbing a towel and slipping onto the balcony and into Logan’s room through the French doors. He was lying on his bed reading (and I use the term loosely) some glossy magazine with motorbikes and women wearing about as much as I am now on the front cover. He took one look at me and just about drowned himself on the beer he was drinking.

“What do you think?” I asked innocently, twirling around like a four-year-old in her new favourite party dress. His eyes were just about popping out of head, and his pants were looking a little tighter than they had a second ago. I made some excuse about my bedroom door being “broken or stuck, or something,” and that if he didn’t mind I’d just use his door ‘til it was fixed. He made no comment so I turned and continued on my way out the door, catching a glimpse of him in the mirror staring at my retreating behind. Stage one complete.

After a few hours, it was getting close to dinner so we all decided to head back indoors and get changed, when I got to my room, the door was still “stuck”, or rather locked, as I’d left it. Was it too much to think stage one was as successful as I hoped it would be? Not quite I quickly discovered.

Logan was in his room, he hadn’t ‘fixed’ the door and he hadn’t made a runner before I got back, he was still ‘reading’ the same magazine too, though I noted it was upside-down. I turned behind me to shut the door, ‘accidentally’ dropping my towel on the floor when I did so, oops, this swim suit didn’t leave much to the imagination when dry, when wet, well now, that’s a whole ‘nother story.

It appeared to have at least some of the desired effect on Logan who growled low, though as soon as I turned around his eyes quickly shifted to a spot on the page in front of him, “Did you say something?” he shook his head hurriedly, and reached for his beer. I slowly wandered across the room thinking ‘please look up, please look up, please look up’, white swim suit material has a tendency to go slightly see through when wet you know.

A choking sound coming from the form on the bed acknowledged the granting of my request as I passed by. As innocently as I could muster I turned towards Logan, “Are you feeling alright?” In all honesty, he looked extremely uncomfortable.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled. I shrugged and continued towards the French doors and disappeared into my room and hurriedly changed into something suitable to wear down stairs for dinner.

‘Something suitable’ ended up being, a very, very short, sleeveless, low-cut, white sundress, that if I bent over just enough you could see my panties, I didn’t have the courage to go commando in this one, what if someone else saw? I quickly towel dried my hair and tied it up in a messy knot, leaving two white streaks, courtesy of Magneto, to frame my face.

I’m not a big fan of make-up, I never wore a lot in Mississippi and Logan doesn’t really like it, too fake, but I applied a little bit of eyeliner to frame my deep green eyes just how Jubilee showed me, I passed on the lipstick though. And I was ready; I hurried back through to Logan’s room hoping to catch him before he went downstairs.

His room was empty when I entered, damn, I shrugged and made my way across the room when I heard a sound from behind the closed bathroom door, it sounded like someone, namely Logan, was in pain, oh no wait, definitely not pain, I realised when I heard a groan that sounded like my name, definitely time for stage two.

I slipped back onto the balcony while Logan tidied up and waited until I heard the bathroom door open, then bounced into his room, definitely not a good thing to do in public wearing that dress let me tell ya. Logan saw me the second I came in the room, and appeared to immediately begin wishing he hadn’t.

I didn’t give him a chance to think before I took his hand and told him to hurry or we’d be late for dinner, he followed for a few steps before he pulled me to a stop. I turned, irritated, back and asked what was wrong. He stared me dead in the eye, though he did look to be having quite a bit of trouble doing so and said, “Go get changed into something decent kid.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I challenged.

Logan heaved a sigh, “Look Marie, I know you’re enjoying being able to show off your skin and not have to be constantly covered... Shit kid I don’t know how to say this without upsetting you...” he trailed off before a told him to just spit it out already, and he took a quick breath and rushed out with, “Marie you don’t look nice dressed like that, you like one of these chicks,” he picked up the magazine he had been looking through before so I could see bikini babe on the front cover.

“You seem to like them alright,” I stated.

“But... Oh crap, how to say this... Marie you don’t want to be like those women, you’re better than them, all they are is something to look at, and yeah you’re right, I enjoy looking, but... When men look at those women they don’t care about them, they’re just something for us to use to get something for ourselves, and I don’t want people to look at you like that,” he stopped, and looked back at back up at me, he must have seen my tears because he hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry Marie, I don’t want to hurt you but I would hate it if you got hurt because I didn’t say something and...”

“Thank you,” I whispered quietly and threw my arms around him, okay so I’d much rather he’d have thrown me down on the bed and had his way with me but that was really sweet, forget seduction, I’m just going to tell him, I thought, pulling back to look up at him. “Logan...” I started, but he interrupted me and said I should get changed before we tried to talk, or we were not going to be doing much talking, he didn’t say the last part with words though.

I hurried into my room and hurriedly pulled on the first things I could reach, my favourite old blue jeans, with a half dozen holes and paint spots acquired in art class (the real art class not Logan’s “art” class), and an old racer-back tank, it really was too warm to wear much else, then I raced back to Logan’s room.

I could smell smoke as soon as I approached the door; it wasn’t cigar smoke like normal. What I saw when I entered was a shock and a half, Logan was burning the motorcycle magazine, and he appeared to be enjoying that as much as he had enjoyed reading it.

“What are you doing?” I asked, curiously, as I came closer to where he was seated on the edge of the bed, burning the pages over the trash can.

“What does it look like?” he asked sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Fine, why are doing that?” I asked, as if he didn’t know what I was really asking.

He turned to look at me, without answering, and proceeded to reveal that he had figured out what I was doing after watching me at the pool today and seeing how before I went out to the pool I added boardies and a rash vest to my ensemble before going out to join anyone else, he also informed me that the towel stunt was just plain mean.

I blushed bright red at that, I apologized and said that I just wanted him to look at me the same way as he looked at other women, like he actually thought I was beautiful after having told me so for so long when others, or just myself, made me feel otherwise.

Logan dropped the smouldering magazine into the trash can and turned my face towards him, “You don’t want me to look at you how I look at those women Marie, those women want me to look at them the way I look at you, like they are the most beautiful women on the planet, because you are, and you don’t have to try these stupid stunts to get my attention, you’ve already got it.”

I hugged him again, quickly hiding my face because I knew I was going to cry again, he hugged me back this time and whispered in my ear that he loved me, he always would, then he went and blew the romantic moment by saying we should get down to dinner before someone came looking for us.

We walked down to the dining hall together hand in hand; we split up after getting some food and went to sit at our usual tables. I was immediately grilled by the girls as to whether my plan had worked, at my answer “yes and no” Jubilee immediately piped up and said, “You either got laid or you didn’t chica, which was it?”

“I didn’t,” I replied, adding a quiet “Yet,” I hope Logan caught that!

Dinner was barely finished when the Professor called all the senior X-men, of which I was not one, to his office. The jet flew off into the gathering dusk twenty minutes later, and after watching their departure the rest of the student body continued on with their usual Friday night activities.

I stayed up later than usual that night, hoping Logan would return, but he didn’t, and I eventually couldn’t keep my eyes open so went to bed, it took me a while to realise why I couldn’t get through my bedroom door, until I remembered that I had been in such a hurry to talk to Logan earlier that I forgot to unlock it.

Don’t you hate that feeling when you are so tired you go to bed, only to find as soon as you lie down you can’t get to sleep. Well eventually I did, then, I wished I hadn’t. I hardly ever have Logan’s nightmares anymore, neither does Logan, the Professor thinks it’s something to do with a feeling of security a person gets from being reasonably settled in one place but that night I had one of the worst nightmares I had ever had.

When I finally managed to wake up, I think Jack jumped on me, I had to rush to the bathroom to greet my returning dinner, and desert, and the snack I had before coming up to bed. After that I had a hot shower, trying to scrub away the feeling of hands poking and prodding at me, among other things. Throwing on a fresh pj’s I looked towards my mussed up bed, no way was I getting back in there.

I slipped out of my room, into Logan’s, I often slept over after nightmares, sometimes he’d even sleep over in my bed after he’d had a nightmare, I was hoping the feeling of calm that usually came from sleeping in Logan’s bed would come tonight, even if Logan wasn’t here with me.

I was starting to feel extremely uncomfortable about Logan’s absence too, they had left at about seven pm, it was now just after three am. Maybe they’re just doing recon or something, I tried to reassure myself, my helpful brain adding, ‘yeah, and the whole team had to go, at no notice, for recon why?’

I settled down in Logan’s bed and waited for him to come home, I was asleep before too long but woke with a start about an hour later, someone was watching me...

I suck at summaries. Mainly because if my life was a book, it would be the most disgustingly terrifying book in existence (it even scares me at times)... until I met her.

The “her” I am referring to is the beautiful Southern angel I met on one of Xavier’s damn mercy missions for troubled teens who couldn’t control their powers (let’s face it, it was a recruitment drive for future x-men), and for some reason he had decided I would be the perfect person for the job, along with Storm, hey, someone had to keep me in line... yeah right.

The first thought out of my head when I saw her after stalking in the front door after the short balding man who must have been her father was, “Damn!” which was quickly followed by “Oh, damn,” she couldn’t have been much more than 16, maybe 17 at the most, I could tell from that minute she was gonna be one hell of a hot woman.

It turned out she was 17, and a half, she didn’t tell us her name, introduced herself as Rogue and listened with an edge of boredom while Storm recited Xavier’s recruitment speech. Her parents seemed damn eager to get rid of her, if the way they quickly agreed with Storm, “It would be best for her”. Shit, her father couldn’t even bring himself to use her name, people suck like that, fear, turns them into assholes.

She sat quietly on the couch the whole time, seeming to be more interested in me than whatever Storm was saying, until she finished talking. Then the girl began questioning her on everything from the schools location, size, student population, whether she’d have to share a room (with a mutation liked hers I’m not surprised she didn’t want to share a room), what classes the school offered, even what the climate was like.

During this interrogation, Storm told her that she could control the weather, the kid looked pretty intrigued by that, she even asked if Storm could make it snow in Meridian right now, which Storm declined, not a good idea to make a scene. And then she ask what classes I taught, I don’t know where it came from but before I could think I said “Art,” I mean seriously, do I look like an art teacher? Obviously not giving the look she was now shooting at me, later I explained that I taught martial arts, so, there is art in there.

She had obviously made up her mind to come by then, can’t see why she would have even considered staying, it’s not like the couple in front of me really seemed to care one iota what happened to her, as her last question was about the big shaggy dog who was sitting on the couch beside her much to her mother’s seeming disapproval.

Storm started to speak again, more than likely to say ‘no damn way’, Ororo doesn’t really like dogs, but it was obvious given the way the girl was all but clinging to the dog that it was a lifeline of sorts, she could obviously touch the dog without her gloves on and that made her feel comfortable, so I said “Yes,” before Storm could formulate her reply.

I could tell by the shift in her scent she wasn’t happy about me giving permission without consulting her, hey, that is what she was about to do, and she clarified that the girl could take him but that some of the students didn’t like dogs and if his presence caused too much of a stir he would have to leave.

I swear if her parents hadn’t been so god damn scared of her they would have physically shoved her out of the room to go pack her bags but she left quickly of her own accord; I detected relief in her scent as she ran up the stairs to her room. I followed along behind, having had enough of Storm reassuring parents who obviously didn’t want to know anything more about her, that she would be safe and well cared for and they were welcome to visit, etc, etc.

She stood in the middle of her room for a few moments just looking all around her before sliding a big duffle bag out from under her bed, she threw several articles of clothing, and toiletries, a book, a computer and a few other things into the bag, then grabbed a blanket out of the dog basket, and the bone shaped toy next to it and stuffed them in as well. Wow, she was a light packer.

She turned suddenly catching me in the doorway; I made a comment that I’d thought she’d got lost then told her to hurry up and headed back down stairs. Her parents were by this time getting pretty impatient waiting for us all to leave, her father asking, “Is she coming yet?” when I stepped into his line of site, I nodded and hoped the kid hadn’t been close enough behind me to hear that. She hadn’t, still somewhere at the top of the stairs, taking one last look at all the photos of good times she’d had in this house, with these people.

She looked like she was about to cry, and it pissed me off, how could these people do this to their own child, the kid couldn’t help her genetics and whatever genetic abnormalities cropped up. I grabbed her bag and did what I was best at, got the hell outta dodge, I watched as the kid snapped a lead on the faithful mutt, the only thing in that house that seemed to care about her.

She started to make her way out then stopped and handed Storm the leash, I just about laughed at the look on Storm’s face when she did (did I mention Storm doesn’t like dogs?), then hurried inside, returning quickly with a dog bowl, at least the girl had a good head on her shoulders. She hurried up to the car and dropped the bowl in the boot next to where I had stuck her bag, then she jumped into the car, the dog didn’t have as much luck, getting about halfway in before getting stuck, why didn’t the thing just jump?

I picked up the dog, Jack I think the girl said his name was, and stuck him in the car shutting the door behind him, he immediately mashed his nose against the glass; I’d better open that window before he tries to go through it, before seating myself behind the steering wheel.

Her parents had followed Storm onto the porch. They wished her a hurried goodbye before, without a single glance towards their daughter, turned and walked inside, shutting the door behind them. I could smell the salt of unshed tears and watched the girl through the rear-view mirror as the dog abandoned his post at the window and set his shaggy head on her lap, she smiled at that, and flashed me one too, it didn’t reach her eyes though. She would be alright, she was a strong one.

The trip was quiet after Storm gave up trying to talk to the girl, it was obvious to anyone that she didn’t want to talk, and who could really blame her? We drove for a couple of hours, pulling off the highway just before dusk. I dropped Storm and the girl at the local diner then drove on a bit to reserve a few rooms at the motel.

When I got back they were both seated, the shaggy mutt comfortably resting under the girl’s feet. Storm had ordered for me, not uncommon giving we had been on several away missions together in the past, she knew what I liked even if she did turn her nose up at it in favour of her rabbit food, I mean salad.

Storm excused herself to the “ladies room” a few minutes later and I took the opportunity to talk to the girl, I belatedly realised I hadn’t introduced myself before so I did, she introduced herself too finally, ‘Rogue’s name was actually Marie, nice name I thought, didn’t tell her that though.

I questioned her for a while about her home and friends, she wasn’t very comfortable talking about that stuff, for obvious reasons I suppose given she had all but been kicked out of her home. Ororo returned soon after and seemed very pleased that I had gotten the girl to talk and began asking her own questions about the girls schooling, her interests and hobbies. She opened up a little, even smiled once or twice, all in all, a pretty good night.

It took four days for them to get back to New York, would have been faster had they sent the jet but the Professor didn’t want to scare the kid, so we got stuck going cross country, Marie seemed to enjoy it though, and we only had to stop every few hours or so for bathroom breaks, which is pretty good considering we had a dog with us.

When we got back, it was late, they had a room ready for the girl, a smaller room on the teachers wing right next door to mine, and across the hall from Storm, given she knew us it would be good for her to have us close by in case she needed anything.

The girl got ready for bed pretty soon after getting to her room, tossed and turned for a while before getting up again. I could hear drawers and doors opening so I figured she was unpacking, that obviously didn’t tire her out cause next she booted up her computer, that damn little mouse is going to drive me insane with its ‘click, click, click click’ing. Next she turned on some music, not too loud, good, and she has good taste in music too.

Then I remembered something I was going to get, the last thing I need is a dog pissing everywhere, so I went back downstairs and nicked one of potted shrubs that Storm had put out the front. By the time I had lugged it up the stairs and through my room onto the balcony that opened off my, and now Marie’s, rooms she was out on the balcony.

I pushed the small tree into a corner nearer to Marie’s room and said it was for the dog to piss on, she got this weird look on her face so I beat a hasty retreat telling her to get some sleep on my way in, her first class was at eight the next morning.

Over the next few weeks she settled in well, she seemed to have a lot of friends, and made a few enemies when a few of the kids complained about her getting her own room, she suggested she would bunk with them and suck there life out if they liked. Needless to say none of them were willing to try it.

After that, she became a player in the ‘mutant war’ when Magneto tried to kidnap her, he had to try a couple of times before he got her, destroying a train, and throwing me around like a damn ragdoll in the process. That was, at the time, the scariest day of my life.

We managed to track him down, but by the time we caught up with him Marie was just about dead after he stuck her in some machine, I ran on instinct, I needed to save her and I touched her, let me tell you that kid packs one hell of a punch, enough to put me down for three days but it was worth it, she lived, until the Professor told me she had gotten my memories and started having my nightmares.

I tracked her down, made sure she was alright. I told her what the Professor had told me and made sure she knew that if she needed anything I would help her, the best I could, and I was sorry that she ended up with that crap, she didn’t deserve it. She just looked me dead in the eye and said seriously that bad memories and a few nightmares were a small price to pay for her life. Then she smiled up at me and asked for a hug, do I look like the kind of guy who gives hugs?

Obviously I did cause she asked, and for some insane reason I did, give her a hug that is, I hope no one else saw, at least that’s what I was thinking until I realised she was crying, it was the first time she had cried since I had met her. I guess everything finally caught up with her, and I was happy to comfort her, she deserved a shoulder to cry on after everything she had been through.

There was a lot to that girl that no one else ever saw, she was almost a completely different person when we were just hanging out wherever, the balcony was a favourite, we worked in the garage together, and I started training Marie separately to the other students, she had picked up a lot from touching me so was a lot more advanced than the rest of the students.

A few months later, the mansion was attacked by a secret paramilitary group that was experimenting on mutants, they wanted test subjects among other things; I think they might be linked to whatever happened to me before I can remember, some of those guys looked familiar. And again, little Marie was in trouble, ‘well where else would she have been?’ I asked myself, and then we both helped save all the mutants on the planet, and no I am not over exaggerating there.

After that, the “cure” was brought out. Marie came to me and said she wanted to take it, she didn’t want to have to be scared all the time that someone would touch her or she might touch someone else, I warned her that it hadn’t been tested, no one knew if it actually worked or not, or what effect it might have. She considered it and eventually decided that if it had to be tested they needed to test it on someone so they could test it on her.

It didn’t work we found out quickly enough, Marie was the first mutant who took the cure to have her powers come back, something about being a very powerful mutant, it had a good side effect though, it allowed her to finally get a hold on her mutation, to control it, and very well too.

After she first took the cure she came back to the school, I knew she would, there was no way she would go back to Mississippi and I was waiting for her when she got back. She held out her hand which I took and solemnly shook before she threw her arms around my neck giggling as she hugged me, she didn’t do it very often, either giggle like a little girl or hug anyone, so it was nice, especially to see how happy she was.

We shared a beer on the porch in silence, until it started raining, then thunder started clapping and lightning started flashing, I don’t much like lightning, it doesn’t go well with a metal skeleton, so we headed indoors, raiding the kitchen freezer on the way upstairs for ice cream. We found a surprising amount of Marie’s favourite, Double-Choc Fudge, I made a quick detour earlier that day to make sure it was waiting for her; damn I’m turning into a pansy.

We went up to my room then and switched on the sports channel, the sounds of roaring crowds at the NHL final drowned out Marie’s squeals when I started a freeze war with a cold spoon, eventually we progressed onto pillow fights. I would have won too between the pillow hits and the tickling but she smacked me a good one and knocked me off the bed. Yes, I was beaten by a girl.

Then Scooter showed up and kicked Marie out, the faces she was making at his turned back were pretty funny, that and the attempt at a lecture about letting students in my room and “stealing school property”, I had bought the ice cream with my own money I’d like to add, lead to a hilarious end to a good night, especially when Scooter finally figured out I was laughing at what was over his shoulder and whirled around on Marie who immediately pasted a sickly sweet angelic smile on her face and trotted off to bed.

Summer came, and for the first summer in the year and a half Marie had been living at the school she could dress like all the other girls, I was happy for her, until I noticed the clothes she was wearing around the place. Now I’ve got no problem with women showing off a little skin, it’s nice to look at, and Marie certainly wasn’t lacking in the looks department, but damn, did she have to show off that much?

I was doing a pretty good job at keeping my thoughts to myself about her clothing choices, who was I to dictate what she could and could not wear, and not comin’ in my pants every time she walked past, like I said, she wasn’t lacking in the looks department. All was fine, until one afternoon she came into my room, via the balcony, dressed in a few tiny scraps of material that were supposed to pass for a bikini.

I shouldn’t have taken a swig of my beer before looking up at her. She asked what I thought and spun around giving me a good view of all her curves, those few that were covered but more importantly those that weren’t. She said something about a door being stuck so she was using mine, and then sashayed her way across the room leaving me sitting staring at the door.

I couldn’t believe she was seriously considering wearing that out, I couldn’t believe I was gonna sit here and let her walk out of here dressed like that, I had to say something. I got up to follow, once my brain regained the necessary functions and followed her path out the door. I took the stairs and on the next floor I stopped just before turning the corner when Marie exited the girl’s bathroom on the dorm level.

She’d added a pair of, I think they’re called, board shorts and a rash vest to her outfit. Weird, I watched her join a small group of her friends as they headed down stairs, I started to get the feeling Marie was up to something. I headed back upstairs and checked her door from the outside, it didn’t budge, then I headed into her room from the balcony, when I got to her door, I knew why it was “stuck”, the bolt was across. She had deliberately “stuck” the door, just to walk through my room dressed like that?

Under normal circumstances I would never ever even consider doing what I did next, but this was desperate times, and called for desperate measures. I picked up her diary from the nightstand a flipped it open to the last entry.

“Operation: Tall, dark and drop dead gorgeous” was written at the top of the page. Followed by, “Stage 1: Not a kid anymore. Make him see I’m not a kid, I’m a woman, with a woman’s body, and he can look at me that way.” He read through all the stages of her plan, the very last one read, “Stage 5: Just do it already. If all previous stages fail, make some excuse to get in his bed and get naked. Idea *Say you’ve had a nightmare and crawl in before he realises you’re starkers. *Wait ‘til he’s not in the room then get in and wait for him. *Say you’ve had a nightmare climb into his bed, then complain about being hot and strip off.”

“If all above fails, I don’t know what the hell you’re gonna do girl, I’m out of ideas.” Obviously Jubilee, at least, helped her plan this, which meant she was serious, the bikini must be part of “Stage 1”. What the heck did he do now? Sure he liked Marie, she was beautiful, smart, funny, and obviously going to a lot of trouble to land him which meant this probably wasn’t a one night stand kind of gig, though he honestly couldn’t imagine Marie ever wanting something like that.

He dropped the diary back where he’d picked it up from and headed back to his room to think over his options. Turned out thinking about him and Marie together was about as productive as it had been the hundred thousand other times he’d thought of them romantically connected, see right-hand for past testimonies...

Before too long he heard her coming back, it would be dinner soon, he realised then her door was still locked and quickly shoved everything back in his pants, grabbed the magazine he’d been reading before and dropped back onto the bed just as she opened the door. Damn, she was back in just the bikini again, a towel draped over her arm.

She looked at him curiously then turned around and pushed the door closed, dropping the towel as she did so, she bent over to pick up the dropped towel giving him a great view of her ass under the wet white material. He growled before he could help himself, quickly turning his attention back to the page in front of him when she quickly straightened up.

“Did you say something?” she asked innocently, and he quickly shook his head, pretending to be engrossed in whatever was on the page in front of him as she slowly wandered across the room, snagging his beer before she decided to try “Stage 4”. His resolve not to look at her lasted about 2 seconds and he glanced up again when she was directly in front of him.

For the second time that day he choked on the same damn bottle of booze, the sight of her tits in the ultra thin covering of almost see through material was a little hard not to stare at, until Marie turned full on towards him and asked, “Are you feeling alright?”.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled, not trusting his mouth to say anything else. To his relief she took her leave before her could grab her and throw her down on the bed and... He dropped the magazine and went back into the bathroom shutting and locking the door behind him, before freeing himself from his pants again.

A few minutes later he exited the bathroom, shit, twice that time, and hoped Marie had decided to fix her door, he didn’t have a clue what would happen if he saw her again so soon. He’d barely finished that thought when who should step into the room but little miss Marie, bouncing around in, well mostly in, a tiny white sundress that barely covered her assets, let’s hope she doesn’t try the ‘accidentally drop something’ trick.

She grabbed my hand as she made her way across the room saying something about being late for dinner, looked like she was going to try ‘Stage 2’, of her plan, ‘Make him jealous’. I had to stop this now, before I lost my nerve, or looked below her chin. I planted my feet and waited until she turned towards me looking slightly irritated, with just a hint of anticipation under the surface.

“Go get changed into something decent kid,” probably not the best thing to say in that situation but the best I could come up with right then.

Of course she challenged me, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

I forced my brain to think up a reasonable response that wouldn’t piss her off, or hurt her feelings, and finally came up with, “Look Marie, I know you’re enjoying being able to show off your skin and not have to be constantly covered... Shit kid I don’t know how to say this without upsetting you...” she looked up at me arms crossed across that gorgeous chest of hers and told me to just spit it out already.
I rushed out with, “Marie you don’t look nice dressed like that, you like one of these chicks,” I showed her the magazine that I’d dropped on the bed before.

“You seem to like them alright,” she shot back.

“But... Oh crap, how to say this... Marie you don’t want to be like those women, you’re better than them, all they are is something to look at, and yeah you’re right, I enjoy looking, but... When men look at those women they don’t care about them, they’re just something for us to use to get something for ourselves, and I don’t want people to look at you like that,” I stopped, hoping she’d understand what I was trying to say, seeing tears forming in eyes I hurried to apologized, I didn’t want to upset her, “I’m sorry Marie, I don’t want to hurt you but I would hate it if you got hurt because I didn’t say something and...”

“Thank you,” she whispered and threw her arms around me. Okay, I think she understood what I was trying to say.

Her scent shifted to determination and she lifted her face and started to say something, I seriously couldn’t talk to her right now if she was going to stay dressed like that so I suggested she get changed before we tried talking. I seriously doubted we’d be doing much talking if she didn’t.

She flashed me one of her most beautiful smiles and raced out of the room, I could hear her banging and thumping around in the room next door as she hurriedly changed, I think she fell over at least once in her haste. I set about changing a small piece of myself, I’d never had a problem with porn or checking out the hot, barely dressed chicks in these stupid magazines but it had just been hit home to me how destructive this sort of thing could be, to young women in particular.

They saw us men getting all worked up over these women and they thought that that was how they had to dress and act in order to make us happy, and that’s bull. I grabbed the trash can and pulled out my lighter, running the flame over the bottom corner of the pages I watched it burn.

Marie came in about then, dressed in her normal ratty old blue jeans and a tank that thankfully covered her gorgeous tits. She looked across the room at what I was holding in my hand, and its current state and asked, “What are you doing?” curiously and seemingly a little concerned.

“What does it look like?” I responded sarcastically.

In a typical Marie gesture she rolled her eyes at me, she’s probably the only person in existence that would dare to, and clarified, “Fine, why are you doing that?”

I turned to her as she seated herself on the bed beside me and revealed that I had figured out what she was doing with the bikini, I conveniently left out the part where I read her diary, and that I had seen her add to her outfit before joining her friends. I also added that the towel stunt was just plain mean.

She blushed prettily and I idly wondered how far down it went, she snapped me out of that with an apology, and admitted that she wanted me to look at her the same way I looked at other women, like I really believed what I said about her being beautiful, even though she didn’t always believe it when I told her, or when other people made her feel like she wasn’t.

I dropped the smouldering magazine into the trash can as the little flames licked up towards my fingers and turned her face to look up at me.

“You don’t want me to look at you how I look at those women Marie, those women want me to look at them the way I look at you, like they are the most beautiful women on the planet, because you are, and you don’t have to try these stupid stunts to get my attention, you’ve already got it.”

She hugged me again burying her face in my shirt as a few tears slipped past her lashes, I hugged her back and figuring it was about time I told her what I’d known for a while now, I loved her, and I always would. I couldn’t handle her crying anymore, I hate it when she does that, even if they are ‘happy tears’ so I reminded her we had dinner to get to and someone would come looking for us if we didn’t show soon.

She pulled away from me, and wiped her eyes, taking my hand we headed down stairs, she told me as we were leaving the room that she loved me too, “If you haven’t already figured that out.” We went our separate ways as we entered the dining hall, grabbing food and sitting at our usual tables. I kept an ear on the conversation at the table Marie was seated at behind me.

As it turns out, more than just Jubilee had been involved in this plan and they all wanted to know how it had gone. Marie said “Yes and no,” when asked if her plan had worked, Jubilee immediately responding, “You either got laid or you didn’t chica, which was it?”

“I didn’t,” Marie replied, adding a quiet “Yet.” Well, I’ll have to remedy that one.

Dinner was barely finished when the Professor called the four senior X-men to his office. Some urgent pick up in a remote area of Mexico, in a supposedly uninhabited area, one of the Professors contacts had been dobbed in to his superiors and was in the firing line, literally. Less than twenty minutes later the jet lifted off and we headed South-West into the gathering dusk.

Nine hours, nine fucking hellish hours later we finally got back, the Professors ‘contact’ was safe, if a little worse for wear he had at least one bullet hole and the prick was complaining, it’s times like these I wish I had scars for all the things I endured, I could show him the dozen bullets I took trying to save his scrawny ass.

I hit the Danger Room for a half hour, trying to wear off all the adrenaline still pumping through me, a half hearted simulation in a snowy mountain-scape, after I killed off all the baddies I watched the simulated sun set over the mountains and felt the usual post-mission calm settle over me, the Wolverine was sated for now, the blood-lust anyway, and I was going to bed.

I got up to my room and had just closed the door when I realised someone was already in there, the scent revealed Marie; I really hoped she wasn’t trying Stage 5 of her plan. A quick check under the covers revealed she wasn’t, so I striped off what was left of my uniform and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and climbed in next to her.

I watched her stir, her eyes popping open suddenly, a quick stab of fear and then her eyes must have adjusted to the darkness in the room, the moon set about 20 minutes ago, and she saw me watching her.

“When did you get back?” she whispered sleepily stretching a little.

“About half an hour ago,” I told her, then explained in brief the mission, and then questioned her as to what she was doing in my bed.

“Waiting for you of course,” she drawled sexily, rolling a little closer.

“Very funny,” I answered, I could smell her soap, and quite a bit of it so I knew she had recently had a shower, she only ever had showers in the evening or at night when she had had a nightmare.

“I was worried,” she answered honestly, “I had a nightmare and came in here hoping to get some sleep and waiting for you to get back.”

I pulled her close beside me and kissed her sleep tousled hair and told her to go back to sleep, which she promptly did. I listened to her breathe and the beat of her heart as I too fell asleep. ‘I could get used to this,’ was the last thought to pass through my mind as I drifted off.

Logan sighed as he started to wake up, ‘Why now,’ he thought absently, he was having one hell of a dream, hold on... He could swear he could still feel all the dream sensations, was he waking up or not. He opened his eyes and looked down to see a mop of auburn hair resting on his chest, yep, he could definitely feel a small hand moving around down a bit further.

“Morning,” the sweet voice of the southern belle lying in his arms said.

“How’d you know I was awake?” Logan murmured.

“Your heart rate sped up,” Marie answered absently.

“Yeah, that might have something to do with what your hand is doing,” Logan answered.

“What? This?” Marie asked, sliding her hand along the ridge in his pants. Logan growled at the sensation earning a laugh from Marie, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she said, repeating the motion, a few seconds later her hand was inside his pants.

He let her play around for a while before he reached down and guided her hand into a steady rhythm along his shaft, a few minutes later his hand left hers to finish the job and he thrust his hips up against her hand a few times before coming with a growl that sounded a lot like her name.

While he caught his breath Marie shifted so she was looking up at him, “Sorry about that,” he said after a short recovery.

“It’s your pants you messed up,” Marie replied.

“Hmm, I think it’s time to lose the pants,” he said shifting around to rid himself of them.

Marie took the opportunity to slip out of the bed and headed for the bathroom, “I’ll just be a minute,” she said, pushing the door to when she entered.

Logan took the opportunity to clean himself up a bit and was sprawled out on the bed in all his glory when she stepped back into the room. Marie blushed at the sight before her, very impressive, before Logan’s voice distracted her from her observations, “I think you’re wearing a few too many pieces of clothing don’t you?” he asked, looking over her.

“Well I guess you’ll just have to come and do something about that now, won’t you,” she answered coyly.

Logan was on his feet before she could move, catching her before she could dart out of the way. He stopped, pressing his lips softy to hers, the kiss quickly became more heated, Logan broke away long enough to slip her top over her head before catching her lips again. His hands ran along her soft curves stopping at her breasts where he gently squeezed and then pinched.

Marie’s legs began to buckle, Logan caught her behind her knees while her arms snaked their way around his neck then he picked her up and moved back towards the bed. Laying her softly on the bed Logan moved down her body leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, he took hold of the bottoms of her pj pants and slid them off her legs before assaulting her body with more unfamiliar but very welcome new sensations.

By the time he had worked his way up to her breasts, sucking and nipping lightly at the pebbled nipples, Marie was so over sensitised she came hard mumbling incoherently, the only word he could recognise was his name repeated over and over again.

He moved further up her body and watched as she rode out the waves and finally came back down to earth, dazedly blinking open her eyes to glance up at him with a satisfied grin on her face.

“Hi,” she whispered, what the heck was she supposed to say after that!

Logan chuckled, “Like that?”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled, before wrapping her finally cooperating arms around his neck she reached up and pressed a kiss to the pulse point on his neck before adding, “More.”

If it wasn’t for his healing factor he would have sworn he was going to die from the sweet, sweet torture of her when she whispered that word in his ear, while she sifted her body as best she could under his bulk, she managed to get one leg wrapped around his hip trying to get move friction where she wanted it most.

Pulling her face away from his neck her sought out her mouth with his while his hands shifted lower, he moved to allow her legs to fall open completely before he began surveying his mate’s body, moving his lips from hers he kissed his way down her neck as his fingers found her clit and he slowly began stimulating new sensations for her.

It wasn’t long before she was ready to come again, writhing and gasping underneath him, thanks to the combined effort of his hands and mouth.

He was tossing up between getting her off with his fingers or finally getting into her when she whimpered and gasped out, “Logan... please... inside me, now!”

Now who could argue with that he thought, and positioning himself at the entrance of her most closely guarded place that was meant for him, and him alone, (he would see to that!), he started to enter her slowly until he got to the delicate barrier that signalled he was most definitely the first, and would be the only, man to reach this point.

Figuring it was best to get this part over as quickly as possible, a rip off the band-aid quick type scenario, he plunged into her to the hilt, swallowing her pained gasp which quickly turned to a pleasure moan when the sensations caused her to come again he waited buried in heaven as she came back to him, a little quicker than she had the time before, before he rocked into her gently.

Her legs, which had been on the bed, quickly came up to wrap around his hips as she began to climb that magical peak again, encouraging him just as much as her gasped words and pleasured moans to go harder.

He was closer to the edge of the cliff than she was but was determined that she would come again, it was only fitting for him to make this as good for her as it could get being her first time, and he wouldn’t leave her wanting. Shifting her legs higher around his waist so he could get a better angle on his thrusts he withdrew torturously slow before rushing back in, making sure to get her clit when he did, there that was it, they were about even now.

He continued his assault on her body until, with a scream, Marie came hard enough to pull him over with her, her name falling from his lips s he did. If fact, he noted, she came twice that time, damn this girl was good for his ego.

For a few moments they lay there, tangled in and around each other, as they caught their breath.

“Wow,” Marie finally managed to get out, “Wow,” she repeated, the extent of her vocabulary of descriptive words was currently inaccessible to her sex addled brain.

“Yeah,” Logan mumbled, his face buried in her hair, though his lips were beginning to work their magic on that spot on her neck again.

Moving her hips slightly she felt him inside her still, and much to her surprise still hard, “Umm, Logan?”

“Mmm,” he mumbled back.

“Did you... did you, you know... come?” she asked, blushing when she said it.

“Oh yeah,” Logan answered, lifting his head to grin at her, “Did I ever.”

His lips moved back to hers but only stopped long enough to nip lightly at her bottom lip before moving to the other side of neck.

“But... but you’re still... still...” she gave up, too embarrassed to continue.

“Hard?” Logan asked teasingly, Marie just nodded as her skin flushed pinker, “Want to help with that?” he rocked against her again, drawing a breathless moan from her lips.

“Logan, umm... I don’t know how to, umm... would you... umm, could we...”

“What?” he asked, he wanted to watch her while he moving slowly in and out of her wet heat but figured it would be easier for her to say whatever it was she was trying to get out if she didn’t have to look at him, course it would also be easier for her if her stopped moving and let her talk.

“Do it a different way,” she rushed out.

He stopped moving, “You sure? This is your first time, I’m not going to rush you or anything, we go how fast you want to, how ever you want to do it, if you want to change that’s fine but we don’t have to, ok?”

“I know, I want to umm, do it...” she broke off again.

He could see she was serious she just didn’t know how to voice it, “How baby? You want to be on top?”

She shook her head, “I want... I want... Iwantyoubehindme.”

He just about choked, what did she just say, “You want me behind you?” he clarified.

A quick nod of her head was all he got in response, looked like she had talked herself out for now but who was he to argue with the ladies wishes?

A feral smirk spread across his lips, he moved in closer to her, rocking his hips gently against hers, “Are you sure about that? Cause you know it ain’t nice to tease, especially me, so unless you want me fucking you hard from behind you better speak up now.”

He was surprised at the response he got from her, instead of being scared or nervous by the change in his demeanour it only seemed to enflame Marie more, she moaned loudly, panting out her answer as she rocked harder against him, “Yes... please... fuck me Logan.”

Her begging turned him on even more and he thrust into her hard before withdrawing completely, flipping her over into her stomach he lifted her onto her knees, her pert behind up in the air while the rest of her rested on her forearms. Without giving her a chance to object he slammed back into her, growling at the sensation.

He paused then, he was getting a little too carried away for her first time but before that thought had even fully formed Marie was already begging him to keep going, rocking her hips back to meet his while he stayed still.

He grabbed her hips to hold her still while he pulled his control together as much as he could before he pulled out and thrust into her again, and again, setting up a strong rhythm. It wasn’t long before Marie grew tired of it though and she pushed herself up off the mattress and using the head board as leverage began thrusting harder back against him.

That didn’t set to well with the Wolverine in him though, he was in charge of this, before he could stop himself he had leaned further over her back and wrapping one arm around her hips the other grabbed hold of the head board beside her hands and he began thrusting into her hard and fast.

Marie came hard soon after, dropping her arms from the head board she felt Logan ride out her orgasm until just as she was coming down he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up against his chest. While he thrust into her, almost painfully, he bit down on her shoulder, coming with a shudder and a roar, before he collapsed onto the bed, pulling her down to spoon against him still buried inside her.

It took several minutes before he had caught his breath enough to speak, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, did I hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” Marie asked incredulously, “Well if you consider the most mind blowing orgasm ever ‘hurt’ then, that was amazing, can we do that again?”

“I think you better take a few days to get over that one, you’re sure I didn’t hurt you?” he sounded very worried so Marie, slipping his slackened penis out from between her folds, rolled over and snuggled against his chest.

“You didn’t hurt me... that was perfect.”

“Logan ran a finger over the bite mark on her shoulder, he’d bitten her harder than he thought and broken the skin a bit, licking the blood away he kissed the mark before nuzzling into her hair, “Damn and I though your mutation packed a punch, wake me next week will ya.”

Marie giggled but it was a sleepy giggle and her breathing quickly evened out and she fell asleep, he let her sleep while he got his strength back but woke her a few hours later for a quick shower that ended up not so quick after he joined her.

Of course then once she was washed and dried he had to get his scent back onto her, it wouldn’t do to have his mate going around without his smell all over her, which was pretty caveman-ish of him but hey, Marie wasn’t complaining!

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Epilogue

We made enough noise that first morning that by afternoon everyone knew 'The Wolverine' and 'The Rogue' were an item. Not everyone was happy with our new arrangement, especially when all of my belongings migrated into Logan’s room within a few days but did we really care?

Not a chance!

Our love outlived all of our friends, and our family grew right along with it.

So if our life was a book we would have to describe it as the most amazing book in existence. Our story may not always be perfect but it's ours and we wouldn't have it any other way.