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A/N: Thanks for the reviews!

The first half of this chapter is finally a little Rogan smut (my second try at writing this stuff, so don't expect too much).

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CHAPTER 47

Logan's gaze rested on the brunette snuggled closely to his side, his eyes tender and full of love. His nose nuzzled her soft salt and pepper hair, breathing in her calming and addicting scent while his callused fingers had found their way under her thin pj's top and were now rubbing circles on her waist's skin. 'I love her so damn much…'

Relaxed, Rogue lay half on her mate's muscular body, her head on his chest – listening to his steady heartbeat – and one of her legs was spread lazily about his, caging him beneath her petite frame. A content smile graced her lips as she absently stroked her love's sideburns while her eyes were fixed to the flickering TV.

Her voice was light, yet a tingle of sadness was meddled in it. "Ah'm a terrible mom."

This statement came out of the blue and Logan hitched his brow, nudging her head with his chin somewhat. "What makes you think that?"

She swallowed, her chocolate orbs didn't leave the screen. "Ah wanted to tell Laura a bedtime story, but Ah think Ah mixed the tale of 'Rapunzel' and 'Sleeping Beauty' up and in the end Laura was wide awake and confused."

Logan couldn't share her doubts and chuckled, causing Marie to slap his chest and face him annoyed. Her eyes narrowed at him. "Hey, Ah'm serious here."

The Canadian kissed her forehead amused, his hazel orbs sparkling. "Don't think the tales of brothers Grimm already existed when I was a kid. And as you can see I survived it."

Marie snorted and returned her head to its former spot on his wife beater. "We'll buy a book of fairytales tomorrow."

Still grinning, Logan tightened his embrace and kissed the top of her head. "You're a great mom, Marie. Couldn't wish for a better one."

She turned her head once more, her chin resting on his chest, their faces only inches apart. "Really?"

"Yup." He was sincere, she could tell. A brilliant smile lit her features up and warmed Logan's heart. 'Jesus, I love her smile!'

Marie closed the distance and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Thanks, sugah." Then she returned her gaze to the TV. "Uh, True Blood re-runs? Ah haven't watched it yet." Her excited voice became very sweet. "Do you wanna watch?" He grunted his approval, making her grin slyly – she knew, like most of the mansion's residents did, he couldn't say 'no' to any of his girls.

Logan glanced over to the screen and his brows shot upwards at the sight of Sookie Stackhouse. "That girl looks a lot like you, darlin'."

Marie furrowed her forehead. "Just blond and older… and a lot sexier."

"You're hot, baby, and you know it." He squeezed her butt in reassurance, his lustful eyes peeking down at her cleavage. "Not to mention your huge tits." Logan licked his lips sensually. "Wouldn't mind a taste."

A gigantic blush colored her cheeks as Marie chewed on her lower lip, surprised about his shameless statement. "Too bad your daughter holds the exclusive rights for these two, sugah." She arched her back a little to highlight her perky breasts, kissing his lips swiftly, a mischievous glint in her chocolate eyes. Leaving him with an astonished expression, she settled back onto his chest.

After a moment Logan grinned contently and lifted her small hand from his shoulder, bringing it gently to his lips, placing a tender peck on every of her fingertips. Marie sighed and snuggled closer – if this was even possible. "Ah know ya like blonds. Do ya think blond would suit me?"

"Nah." His free hand moved to her temple and he dragged his fingers through her long waves, eventually twisting a white-brown lock around his index-finger. "Your skunk-streak wouldn't be so skunk-y." He brought the two colored streak to his mouth, kissing it.

The brunette grinned with joy and resumed watching the episode. Suddenly, Logan felt Marie stiffen in his embrace and her scent held an aroused, but mostly embarrassed fragrance when the TV showed a nude young blond man pleasuring a woman. Curiosity brought the feral's gaze to his mate's red flushed face, her teeth biting her lower lip while her eyes were huge in shock and fascination. 'She's so cute when she's embarrassed.' A smirk plastered his expression.

Marie became more uncomfortable with every passing minute of that pornographic scene. The room felt warmer suddenly and she was sure Logan was watching her intently while his growing erection pressed against her leg. Eventually the young woman couldn't bear it any longer and pushed away from him, sliding to 'her' side of the bed and her nightstand, sitting upright. Her wide eyes darted through the room, looking everywhere but the TV and Logan. Her sweaty hands fiddled with the cotton bed sheet nervously until her eyes caught sight of the bottle Pepsi and she fetched it, drinking big gulps.

'What I would give to see your face now, darlin'!' Her inner Logan snickered amused, startling her and making her choke on the sweet drink.

Coughing she heard Erik's voice. 'Leave the poor child alone. Not everybody is as perverted as you.'

'Funny that you crawl from your corner as soon as it's getting' dirty, bub?' Logan shot back while his real counterpart rubbed Marie's back, also chuckling.

'Wou- would both o- of ya shut up?' The girl snapped and stared daggers at her mate, but heavy moaning came from the television, her eyes widened again and her gaze switched to her lap.

Wolverine grinned and leaned forward, his eyes darkening. "What's wrong, Marie? Thought you want that?" His voice was husky as he trapped her body against the pillow and headboard with his massive frame. Her large brown orbs stared up at him like mesmerized. Logan lowered his head, his hot breath tickling against her porcelain skin as his lips hovered millimeters above hers. "Or do you want to watch that vampire-crap?" He cooed and saw her shake her head slowly, still captured by his piercing gaze. With an approving growl, the feral closed the distance and nibbled at her lower lip gently. "Thought so."

Marie felt butterflies flip in her stomach as he played with her mouth. She slipped her hands around his neck, massaging his skin and pulling herself closer to his lips. A moan escaped her as he pressed his knee between her legs, parting them and freeing the wetting spot on her pj's pants. The brunette saw him scent the air and purr before he trapped her lips in a hungry kiss, ignoring her deepening blush.

His callused fingers traced down her curvy body until finding the damp spot, stroking her sensitive flesh through the fabric. He pulled slightly back, seeing her take a sharp in-breath. Logan enjoyed her expression and the little sighs and moans, the inexperienced brunette tried to hold back. Her grasp at his hair tightened as he continued his caress. Her breathing hitched and she began to tremble. "Not just yet, babe." He murmured against her lips and withdrew his hand.

A frown creased Marie's flushed and sweaty face as she felt the incredible sensation decrease. Opening her eyes, she watched her love roll over and scramble to his feet. "Logan?" Was that husky voice really hers?

The Canadian hurried to the two doors locking them, the last he wanted was Laura to peek in. When he turned around and crawled back onto the bed he noticed the troubled look on her face. "Don't worry, I won't go all the way." He grasped her ankles and pulled her half-sitting form down onto the mattress. "Gonna save that for your birthday-present, Darlin'." Logan climbed up a bit and pushed her top up, freeing her hardened nipples and slender belly. "Just wanna play a little."

The soft whiskered kisses trailed all the way up from her belly button to her right breast made Marie arch her back and moan, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. Logan smiled as he took a peek at her features, her breathing fast, eyes lightly closed and her teeth lightly nibbling at her own lower lip. A growl vibrated in his chest and he attacked her hard nipple with his tongue and teeth, his hand slipping under the waistband of her pj's, resuming his former work, adding a finger, then another now.

Marie saw stars sparkle in front of her closed eyes, her body convulsed and she bit her lip hard to keep herself from crying out loud her mate's name as his pleasuring peaked in a powerful climax. Slowly she opened her eyes and found his grinning face above her, lowering and eventually capture her lips in a soft and loving kiss. "You're so damn beautiful." Logan whispered and licked the sweet blood from the small wound on her swollen lip, pulling his hand from her pants.

Her breathing slowed, her fists around the bed-sheet loosened and she regained her ability of speech. "Wow." Marie watched him tug a creasy white strain from her temple and bring his other hand to his lips, sniffing at her juices. Her eyes widened when he stuck his tongue out and began lapping at it.

"Mmm." He purred and closed his eyes savoring her fruity taste, sticking his fingers into his mouth.

Marie swallowed unable to tear her eyes from his pleasured face. Her breath caught in her throat when he suddenly leaned down and kissed her passionately, tasting her own juices. Her first reaction was 'gross' but his soft lips soon persuaded her to relax into his hungry kiss. He shifted his body closer causing his hard cock to press against her tight.

The brunette's hands travelled down his muscular chest hidden by his wife beater and reached his belt buckle, opening it with some difficulty. His growl vibrated into her throat, their lips still locked as he suddenly broke away and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. His dark eyes switched down to her small hands on his zipper, then returned to her suddenly embarrassed features as her fingers' movements stopped self-consciously.

"You gonna return the favor, baby?" His hitched brow encouraged her and he folded his arms behind his head, giving her the opportunity to make her experiences.

Swallowing hard Marie's gaze returned to his bugle. She really wanted to see him in all his glory, back at Becca's conception, she had been too busy jumping his bones. Pulling the zipper down, she wasn't surprised to find no boxers, but his hard manhood. "You're big, sugah." She brought out in awe, now remembering the stinging pain when he had tried to enter her THAT night. Like hypnotized, Marie's hand reached out and her index-finger run down his shaft. A moan made her gaze center on her mate's lustful expression, her pink tongue licking her lips sensually, yet unaware.

Her chocolate orbs returned to her hand, now slowly closing around him. His moans encouraged her and with a small smile, Marie began to stroke him carefully. After a few moments, she had it figured out and tightened her grip a little more. Logan's moans and grunts got louder. 'THUD! BANG!' A roar of pain, made Marie loose her vice like grip on him in shock. "Sorry!" She scurried away from her hurt mate, her horrified gaze on his in pain twisted features. 'THUD! THUD!' She was like frozen when she heard Becca's cries, guilt all over her face. "Ah'm sorry, Logan! That noise" 'THUD' – there was it again like to underline her words- "startled me!"

Logan breathed in deeply, trying to breath the pain and the fog in his mind away. Now another crying voice joined Becca's and the noise got louder – like a hurricane wrecking havoc in Marie's room. When the pain slowly subsided, he opened his eyes and saw his mate's tears roll down her cheeks. He watched her reach out, but he lifted his hand and pressed out "T-the gi-rls!"

Marie blinked twice, staring at her love, and then jumped down from the bed. "Ya really ok?"

Logan swallowed and relaxed slightly when the ache vanished. "Christ, I can't wait till the girls are old enough to stay at home alone at night and we can have some time for us."

A big knot lightened in her gut at his half-grin, watching him stuff himself away. "Ya don't believe this seriously, Sugah? At that age, they'll date boys and we'll wait half the night for them to come home." Logan's horrified expression was precious and Marie went giggling towards the locked connecting door.

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Her hilarity stuck in her throat as she was met with her books and clothes on the floor in a wild heap, her desk chair laying on its side and Laura screaming and tearing books and things from the shelves like a maniac. She ran over and crouched down next to the toddler, grasping the child by her shoulders. "Laura? What's wrong, baby?"

A mixture of fear and rage twisted the small girl's features as she struck out at Rogue, pounding her fists against the young woman's chest and stomach. "NOOOOO!"

Instinctively, Marie captured the small wrists and held the child's fists in place, terror and concern written all over her face. "Laura? It's me Rogue. Ah won't hurt ya!"

Laura tried to pull away from her grasp and began to kick the older brunette. "LET GOOOOO!" That kick to the stomach did it or maybe it was her high pitched scream, but she was suddenly free to flee to another shelf, this time throwing the books in Marie's direction. "I HATE YOU!"

"What the fuck?" Logan sprinted over to his hysteric clone, sending a worried glance over to his mate, rubbing her stomach. "What's wrong with you, Laura?" His voice was rough.

The child ignored his question and continued the tear the room apart and attacking her parents, when the door flew open and Storm, Jean, Scott and a herd of students gathered in the doorway.

"I HATE ALL OF YOU!"

The adults entered the room warily, Ororo approached the crib with the crying baby, but when she was about to pick the infant up, a book hit her shin hard and little fists hammered against her tight. "DON'T GO NEAR HER!" The toddler tried to push the weather witch away from the crib. "DON'T HURT BECCAAAA!"

Tears of worry for the child pooled in Storm's blue eyes and she stepped back, giving her more space. "I would never hurt Becca. Or you, Laura." She said in a calm voice. "Nobody here will."

Scott had helped Rogue from the floor and now faced her. "What happened?"

A strangled sob escaped Marie as she watched her mate crouch down next to his clone, some feet between them. "Dunno."

The redhead felt really sorry for the toddler and maybe even a little bit for Rogue, who had welcomed the girl with open arms and had loved and cared for her from the first moment on. She tried to reach out with her mind, but was only met with a mixture of terror, hatred and fear. "Shh, Laura. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

"LIAR!" She picked a book up, she had thrown at Storm a moment before and directed it at the doctor, but a firm grip stilled her action and she began to kick anew, this time her father. "NOOO!"

Logan didn't see any other option than to pull the child into a tight embrace against his chest, restricting her arms and feet all the while. "Shh, kid. Everything is fine." The soothing purr, that made Becca stop her brawls, began to rumble in his chest and he placed the still struggling child onto his lap.

"LET GO! I HATE YOU!"

But the man began to gently rock her, but restrained her movements at the same time. A crying Marie sank down next to them and carefully reached out, stroking the girl's back. "Shh, baby-girl."

"LET go!" Her demand began to weaken as did her struggles when the minutes ticked by.

Logan kissed her head and rested his chin onto her crown of hair. "Shh, baby." He felt her still eventually, but didn't loosen his hold on her. Tears welled up in the girl's eyes and she turned her face, burying it in her father's wife-beater.

"Don't lock the door. Please. Don't lock the door." The girl whimpered, big tears rolling from her huge eyes.

Marie swallowed hard. "We'll never lock the door again, sweetie, promise." She watched the child's gaze switch from her face to Logan's and the feral smiled weakly, his eyes livid with worry and guild. "Promise, kiddo, we'll never lock the door again."

The minutes ticked away and the crowd of students lightened up until only the teachers were watching Laura reach out to Rogue and the young mother immediately gathered her into her embrace, kissing her forehead while Storm had rocked Becca back to sleep. When Laura's eyes eventually fell close, Logan helped his mate to her feet as she carried the toddler to her bed. After tugging the child in, she lifted her other daughter from her teacher's arms and placed her next to her sister.

After ensuring Storm that they were alright, Logan watched his fellow X-Men out of Marie's room, but Scott turned on his heel and remained in the doorframe with a suspicious expression. "Why was the door locked?"

"Umm…" The brunette was glad her back was turned to the teachers, otherwise her immense blush had given her away.

But Logan stayed unfazed by the situation and pointed his thumb towards his room and the running TV. "The Kid wanted to watch that vampire crap with all the horny dicks and I wasn't keen to have Laura walk in and see a bloody body or some asshole screw some hooker the brains out!"

Scott gaped at the other mutant. "You let her watch porn?"

"It's no porn, but some mystery-crap and she's old enough!" Logan's jaw tensed. "By the way, Cyke, the age of consent here in New York is 17. Have a good night!" The feral growled and closed the door into the other man's face. When he turned around and entered his room, his mate was following him.

"What?" Marie faced him, her arms crossed about her chest, her chocolate eyes burning into him. "The age of consent here is 17 and ya knew it!"

"Why do you think Chuck offered me that job as a teacher, as YOUR teacher?"His hitched brow annoyed her immensely.

"And why do ya wanna wait till mah birthday? Ah'll graduate a few months earlier!" She hissed, trying to keep from screaming and waking her girls.

Logan growled, not wanting to discuss this now. "The 18th is a big thing and I wanted to give you a little more time!"

"Ah don't need more time, Logan! Ah need you!"

"We have TWO kids, Marie! We are in the need of more time! Or do you call it peachy what just happened with Laura?" He held her enraged glare until she turned away.

The brunette huffed angry and closed the door to the adjoining room and crawled into her bed next to her two sleeping daughters. "Asshole." She whispered, knowing deep down that he was right.

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A/N: I hope you're fine with the way I tried to ‚explain' my mistake with the age of consent.