The remains of his dream still clouded his head when he stood under the warm water of his shower, his hands taking care of his aching hardness. It was in the middle of the night and he had just arrived a few hours before, late in the evening, but the five minutes he had talked to her before she had retired for the night, were more than enough to give him passionate dreams as soon as he closed his eyes.

Moaning he leaned one hand against the white tiles while his other brought him closer to the climax. With a grunt he shot his seed in his palm and leaned his spinning head against the wall.

Suddenly he heard a rustle of clothes and his eyes darted startled to the opening shower-door. He was about to slid his claws out, but decided his mind was playing tricks on him and he would spent a few more minutes in this wonderful dream as a completely nude Rogue entered the shower, her black silk nighty – if you could call this a nightgown at all – lay in a heap in front of his sink.

Her chocolate eyes held a lustful sparkle as she took in his naked body from head to toe, licking her lips sensually when her gaze lingered on his manhood. “Ah can control mah mutation, Logan.” She stepped closer to his lean body, the warm water of the shower flowing down her creamy breasts and stomach. “Ya can touch me, Logan.” Her soft hand carefully stroked down his broad chest as he looked at her like in trance. She placed his large hands tentatively on her hips and began to draw lazy circles on his stomach.

He moaned softly as her fingers worked their way down his abdomen and he finally leaned down and captured her soft pink lips with his in a gentle kiss. The kiss seemed to last forever, it was soft and gentle, yet passionate and loving and as it ended they drowned into the other’s eyes for long seconds catching their breaths. The young brunette suddenly pushed herself up against his body, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her hands around his neck.

He steadied themselves against the tiles and his hand squeezed her perfect little butt, making her moan in pleasure and he crushed his mouth onto hers hungrily. He felt her sturdy breasts rub against his chest, her nipples hardening and she moaned against his tongue as his free hand began to knead her breast. With small bites he nibbled his way along her jaw and to the tip of her ear, making her gasp as he sucked at the sensitive little tissue.

A moan escaped her lips as his throbbing cock suddenly nudged against her wet entrance. “Huh, already ready again?” A satisfied grin was on her swollen mouth as she pulled away slightly to get a glimpse of his smug smirk.

His voice was husky with desire. “Always ready for you, kid.” He buried his nose in her salt and pepper hair and inhaled her sweet scent deeply. “Mmm… your arousal smells better than in my hottest dreams of you, kid.”

His purring growl made her giggle and she kissed and nibbled his neck. “Good to hear, Ah’m not the only one having wet dreams starring the two of us.”

This kinda broke the spell he was under and he finally grasped this wasn’t a dream, but indeed reality. “Marie?” His hand left her breast and wandered to rest on her back.

She broke away from him hearing the seriousness in his voice and met his confused gaze. “Yeah? What’s wrong, Logan?”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

She frowned slightly. “Why?”

“You know why. It’s wrong.”

She just stared him straight in the eye for a long moment, seeing the passion struggle with his common sense. Carefully she loosened her legs around his hips and lowered herself slightly onto his hardened length. He groaned in pleasure about her tightness as he began to enter her hot folds. The brunette hissed at the sharp pain while her skin stretched around his moist tip. “Ah can control mah skin. We can be together now.”

He struggled hard against his own desire and the Wolverine, who was slowly breaking loose from his confinement in his mind. “Nah, we can’t, Marie.”

“Ah know ya want me.” She kissed him passionately, but he broke away, making her pout.

His hazel eyes softened on her. “You shouldn’t know that, kid.”

She pleaded with him. “But Ah do. Ah can feel your desire for me, Logan. And Ah wanted ya from the moment in your pick-up when you told me your name.”

“Christ, you don’t know how I wanted to hear those words comin’ from your lips.” All doubts forgotten for the moment he attacked her mouth hungrily, his tongue tasting her while he lowered her further onto his hardness. Her hiss of pain and pleasure brought him back to reality and he pulled back from her lips and out of her, not that he could say he had been really inside her, she was so damn tight.

Marie whimpered as he entangled her legs from his body and placed her gently, but with determination down in front of him. His callused hand cupped her cheek, so she would look him in the eye. “You have to go now, Marie.” With those words, his hand dropped to her shoulder and he pushed her out of the cabin. He took a bath towel and wrapped the soft fabric around her slender frame, rubbing off the water from her skin.

Marie only stared at him with her large brown eyes as he removed the towel and handed her her silky nighty. “Are ya mad at me, Logan?”

Swiftly he wrapped the towel around his waist, hiding his erection. “No.” He answered when she slipped the cloth over her head and down her curvy body. Logan swallowed hard as his eyes lingered a moment too long on her creamy cleavage. He pushed her slowly into his dark bedroom, the light from the bathroom illuminating the other room. “Go to bed, kid, it’s way past your bed time.”

Her voice was cracking while she walked over to the door. “Ya’ll leave tonight, won’t ya?”

“Yeah. Haven’t unpacked yet.” His sensitive nose picked up the scent of salt water and his heart clenched. Before the girl could reach the door, his hand was on her shoulder, pulling her petite frame flush against his body, her tears mixed with the water on his damp chest. “Two years, kid. If you still want me in two years, my door stands open for you.”

She looked up with her bright watery eyes, so much love shone in her brown depths and her palms pressed against his chest. “Ah don’t wanna wait.”

“Fuck! Neither do I, but it’s the only right thing to do. You need to grow up, kid.” He stroked her head gently. “My feelings for you are sick.”

“Nobody has to know.” The girl tip-toed, so she could reach up and place a desperate kiss on his lips.

“Stop it, Marie!” He pushed her a little further away panting hard and bent down slightly to lean his forehead against hers. “In two years time you’ll be legal. The thing between us will still be wrong and sick in the eyes of … well, virtually everybody, but it won’t be against the law.” He wiped a single tear away from her cheek.

“Ya’ll return?”

“Yeah, promise, Marie.” He lifted his hand to his neck and snatched his dog-tags, she had returned to him only hours before. He saw a soft smile tug on her swollen lips as he placed the chain gently around her neck, his hazel eyes never leaving her chocolate ones. “I have to leave. You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me.” His index finger played with her white locks, his gaze filled with pain and longing. “It’s hurtin’ so damn much to see you… to have you within reach and bein’ unable to have you.” Logan pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered into her ear. “But I’ll be back for these… and for you, kid.” This made her smile.

He broke their hug and met her gaze, his eyes serious. “The next time I return, we’ll be friends and nothing more, kid. And you’ll stay in your room and your own bed. No nightmare sleepovers anymore.”

“But in two years…” Hope shone in her eyes and rang in her voice.

He smiled at her lovingly and cupped her face. “Nothin’ can stop me to return here for your 18th birthday, kid. And when you’ll still want me-“

“Ah’ll always want ya, Logan. Ah lov-“ She knew how he felt for her, how much he loved her, after all he was in her mind.

Carefully he placed his index finger against her lips. “Don’t! It’ll make the next two years even harder.” It already tore his heart apart. He pressed a kiss to her temple and ushered her out the door, he had quietly opened. “You better go now, Marie.” The girl only nodded and slipped out of his room.

Closing the massive wooden door between them he leaned against it with his back and slid slowly down, eventually resting his elbows on his knees while he buried his face and his tears in his palms.