He had looked forward to get out of this hormonal ridden school and to get back to his former life of pleasing his and his animal's needs, even if it was for just a few hours, but now when he should be on his way to the garage, unfamiliar emotions were nagging on Logan. "You sure, you get along, Marie?" A part of him hoped she would beg him to stay with her and their child, so he'd have a reason to blow the fight into the wind in order to spent the evening in front of the TV with Marie and Becca curled up to his body. 'When did I transform into a fuckin' pansy?' he thought to himself, but shrugged this thought off.

"Yes, damnit! Go already and have your fun, sugah." She shoved him towards the door and kissed his lips quickly. "If Becca throws a tantrum again, there's still the washer."

"She may be a skunk, but don't put her IN the washer, Kid."

The brunette's hand reached for the doorknob. "Yeah, yeah… Baby in the washer and laundry on top of it. Gotcha."

Logan rolled his eyes and placed a peck onto his daughter's forehead. "Look after your mama, kiddo." It had always been hard for him to leave his Marie alone behind at the mansion – that was why he had returned quite often till that fateful night in the shower – and now it was even harder. Those two innocent girls held his heart in a tight grasp and he wondered how that could have happened to the indestructible Wolverine in this short time. Especially with Becca being a baby unable to interact with anyone yet. He was sure he wouldn't miss her cries, spit and full diapers and though this was all the tiny girl did at the moment, he didn't want to leave her side.

Marie eventually opened the door and pushed Logan with her free hand out on the hallway, just as Storm walked along. "Now go, Logan! Have fun and good luck!" With those words said the brunette closed the door.

Logan saw the amused grin on Ororo's lips and growled, but then his worry got the upper hand. "Ro, would you do me a favor and have an eye on the two."

"They'll be fine, Logan." Storm assured him.

"Yeah, but if somethin' happens Chuck shall contact me immediately." His hazel eyes were like glued to Marie's door.

"Logan, nothing will happen and now go."

When Logan was finally down the stairs Storm knocked on Rogue's door and opened it. On the bed sat the teenager with her baby cradled against her chest and a book in the other hand. "He's such a mother hen." She looked up from her novel.

The weather witch chuckled and walked over to the bed and sank down on the foot. "Glad to have him outta your hair for a few hours?"

"Yessss." Marie sighed heavily. The past hour had been a challenge for her nerves. She had to promise Logan at least a dozen times that she would make the professor contact him if, Becca would only sneeze – fine, that hadn't been his exact words, but what he meant nonetheless. He even left her a print from the internet with the exact route he would take and had promised her to get a cell phone when he was in town for the small fridge the upcoming week. 'And then there are people calling him irresponsible and not reliable…' The brunette placed her book face down on her lap. "Don't get me wrong. Ah love him and he's really sweet and a great father, but he needs a vent for the built up stress, before he rips Mr. Summers' head off." 'Or Ah his…'

"Where's he heading anyway?"

"Cage fight a few miles away." Becca yawned against Marie's shoulder and the brunette kissed her downy head.

Storm contemplated the carefree expression of the young mother. "You're fine with that?"

"Huh?" Marie looked the other woman in the eye bewildered. "Yeah, why not?" Her teacher remained quiet and the teenager knew what she wanted to tell her. "Ah don't want him to change his life-style, just because we've a baby now, nor do Ah want to cage him." She saw the surprise in the other mutant's face.

"Ah'm a realist, Ms. Munroe. Ah knew from the beginning he wouldn't stick around 24/7 and Ah'm fine with that. And even if he's gone for a few weeks on stretch searching for his lost past, Ah know he'll return." She doesn't need someone else to tell her the crap Jean already had fed her with.

But to her surprise the weather witch only nodded and got to her feet with a small smile. "If you'll need anything, Rogue, I'll be in my room."

"Thank ya." She smiled back and watched the woman leave.

What she didn't tell Storm was that it bothered her to know that one of his urges would be his meaningless fucks with some strangers, he probably wouldn't even waste a thought about doing it or not, now that they had a baby together - but they weren't together yet. Marie was glad that she was alone now. Those thoughts brought thick tears to her chocolate eyes. 'It's just sex. It means nothing to him.'

'Marie…' Her inner Logan was at a loss, cursing the fact that this wonderful girl knew all his dark secrets and tried to understand him and even gave him his freedom though it hurt her deeply.

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Logan stuffed his winnings into his wallet, leaving a lone twenty on the worn wooden counter. "Keep the beer comin', bub."

Sam complied and eyed the new King of the Cage. "You're a veteran in the cage?" The grim expression and the low growl he received made him shudder, but then the gruff man nodded and he decided to voice his question. "Upcomin' Friday is the next match. More skilled fighters will attend, more money will be in the pod. You interested?"

The mutant quirked an eyebrow and scrutinized the middle aged man with his long brown hair captured to a ponytail. "Time?" He put his cigar back between his lips after gulping down half a bottle of booze.

"Start is at eight p.m.. But you have to be here at least half an hour earlier." The bartender explained with a grin on his lips. The bets on the next fights might get very interesting and profitable. A nod was his only reply and Sam saw Patty, a tall and curvy blond bounce closer to the bar on her next prowl. The needy woman was one of his regulars and usually never needed to pay for one of her drinks – her looks took care of that. Knowing what was about to happen, Sam placed a new bottle of beer before the fighter and turned to fetch the Whisky for Patty's drink, the guy'd order for her any minute.

Logan had already noticed the beautiful blond during his fights, her arousal must be strong enough for a normal human to pick up from the smoky air in the bar. Now she was sinking down on the barstool next to him, her delicate hand sneaking up to his on the counter. 'She ain't loosin' time.' He felt his own need grow, the animal roaring in anticipation.

"Hey." Her fingers were already trailing upwards his tattered leather jacket's sleeve, as his lustful gaze slowly locked with hers.

He removed his cigar from his mouth, eyeing the woman slip her other hand on his knee. "Hey, yourself, Blondie."

She battered her long lashes on him, her hand massaging his inner tight. "How 'bout some company to celebrate your victory?"

Breathing in her alluring scent, Logan's eyes darted over to the bartender, but before he could order her a drink, the other man had already placed a glass Whisky-coke before her and retreated to the far end of the counter, giving them some privacy.

Before Logan could register what he was doing he found the blond straddling his lap while his lips ran hot kisses down her neck. His hands were already squeezing her breast and her ass, making her moan in pleasure. Hushing her he crushed his mouth almost forcefully onto her swollen lips, invading her mouth immediately.

When he broke away in the desperate need for air, the blond pressed her cheek against his sideburn, whispering into his ear with a husky voice. "Let's get some fresh air."

Suddenly something snapped in him and he regained his senses, at least partially. Bringing more room between their bodies, he entangled himself from her tight embrace. "I have to go now… My girls are waitin'." He stuttered, his own urges screaming to be sated, but his heart telling him to bring as much distance between him and that woman as possible, before his mind would shut down completely. There was no way in hell he could do that to his sweet little Marie.

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When Logan had returned to the mansion, he walked directly to Rogue's door and opened it without making the slightest noise. Immediately after entering her room and closing the door he could smell the dried tears of his young mate and his heart ached for the torment he had caused the girl. "Marie?" He sank down on her bed while she raised her head from the pillow.

Her sleepy expression switched to an alarmed one as she saw the worry swim in his hazel eyes. "Logan? Is something wrong?"

"No, Kid… You cried." His voice was almost cracking as he ran his fingers through her platinum locks. "I didn't, Marie. I couldn't." He saw her puzzlement grow on her angelic features. "Sure I could have… there was that needy blond after all, but" He didn't miss the pang of hurt in her face. "I didn't, Marie. Nothin' happened. You have to believe me." He ranted his eyes pleading with her. "Touch me, see for yourself, Marie." His large callused hand grasped her smaller one and lifted it to his cheek, the same place she had placed her fingers months ago, the night Logan had accidentally stabbed her.

The brunette raised her eyebrow. "Nah, sugah, Ah believe ya. No need to have a horny feral in mah mind." Her eyes lingered a moment on the swell in his groin.

A stone fell from his heart and he enclosed her slender frame in a tight embrace, crushing her body to his. He pressed a kiss to her forehead while whispering. "I couldn't do that to you, Marie. I love you so much." His fingers ran through her salt and pepper hair before he eventually let go off her. One hand left her dark locks and wandered to his neck and unclasped the chain holding his tag. Their gazes were still locked as he placed his only link to his lost past around her neck. "You're the only one that matters."

A soft smile played on her lips while she enclosed the small metal piece with her hand, her fingers running over the letters. "You think, you can control … that urge the next year till we can have sex." Her deep chocolate eyes never left his face.

"Yes." He blurted out, but saw the uncertainty in her features. He wouldn't lie to her. "I'll try my best, Marie." He answered honestly.

"Ya promise?" Her eyes swam with hope.

Logan lifted her hand from the tag and placed a tender kiss on the back of her palm. "Yeah, I promise, Kid." He then let go off her and crawled onto her bed. At first she frowned confused, but then lay down while he snuggled closer, her back pressing into his chest. His arms slung around her and he intertwined their fingers while burying his face in her soft hair.

They lay there for several minutes, his erection pressing against her lower back and Marie sighed. "Logan, sugah?"

"Mhm." He breathed in her calming scent.

The brunette shifted slightly, so she was facing him, his arms still wrapped around her tightly. "How about a shower?"

His eyes widened and he immediately shoved the memories of their last shower-session from his mind. "Marie, Kid… I want you, but we'll wait."

He hadn't finished when her grin grew and she eventually broke into a fit of giggles. "Ya have a dirty mind, sugah. Ah thought more, ya take a much needed shower on your own, taking care of all that sweat from the fight and other parts that might need your attention." Her gaze glided down to his manhood.

Logan could feel his cheeks turn red under her intense stare and without a second thought he bent forward and crushed his lips onto hers. She immediately returned his passionate kiss, her fingers tangling in his greasy hair while her lips granted his hot tongue access. With a shift of their bodies he was on top of her, his hands roaming up and down her sides, her moans against his mouth only reviving his slowly lightening harness.

Panting hard Marie broke away, her small hands returning to his broad chest, pushing lightly. "We should stop, before Becca'll have a sibling."

With a last kiss to her swollen lips Logan rolled off of her and staggered to his feet, just as his daughter began to cry in distress.

The young mother smirked. "It's your turn." She frowned when she saw the crumbs of dirt on her comforter, coming from Logan's boots, he hadn't cared to get them off when he had crawled into her bed.

"Too bad the shower calls." He hurried through the connecting door "I'm already smelly enough." and vanished in his bathroom.

"Logan!" Marie screamed after him exasperated as she leaped up and approached her tiny daughter.

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