“You want control of me for a little while...” she whispered. “That’s okay, sugar. You take it.”
His body pressed against the full length of hers as it was, she felt the shudder run through him at her words, and then the change in him. Even with the wall at his back he had been pulling away — reluctant, trying to deny what they both knew he needed. Now the hands that had been pushing her away suddenly tightened on her upper arms as a deep growl of warning rumbled through his chest.
“Be sure, baby,” he warned, the hoarse rasp of his voice sending a shiver of lust up her spine.
“Oh, I’m sure, sugar,” she drawled against the damp skin of his neck. He was on the edge; it wouldn’t take much to push him over, and she knew just how to do it. Her mouth was already against his skin and so it was easy to catch him unaware, the sharp nip of her teeth at his throat a challenge that could not go unanswered.
There was a blur of motion and when she got her bearings again their positions were reversed — her back against the wall, his body pressed up against hers, pinning her in place. She couldn’t keep from smiling in victory, her tongue flicking out to capture the taste of him from her lips — the taste of sweat and skin and the slightest trace of blood exploding across her tongue. Her newly heightened senses were humming, her pulse speeding as the musky scent of his arousal filled the air.
His golden eyes narrowed on her mouth as his hands slid slowly, deliberately down her bare arms until he had one of her wrists grasped firmly in each of his fists.
“Clever girl,” he muttered, his hot breath warm against her skin. “Tryin’ to make my mind up for me, huh?”
Anticipation started to uncurl inside her, slow and hot. She couldn’t help leaning forward, trying to brush his lips with hers, but he pulled back, a hint of mischief in his eyes now.
“Nuh uh,” he rumbled. “You already forgettin’ what you asked for?”
Lost in the molten gold of his gaze, it took a minute for her to realize the question wasn’t rhetorical. He was watching her carefully, waiting for an answer.
After a moment’s consideration, she simply nodded. Yes, she had forgotten. And yes, this is what she had asked for. She knew that she had reached an understanding with the Wolverine, made him secure in his claim on her. But the man, Logan — he still had doubts. He needed to know also, that she was his, body and soul, just as he was hers.
She saw the shift in him — the last of his reservations melting away with her assent. He gave her a quick nip, his tongue darting out to swipe her lip where she had licked it, before he pulled back again.
“Good girl,” he said, the raw heat in his voice making her squirm a little in his grasp. “Always so honest, aren’t you?”
She gave that question the consideration it deserved as well. Was she? Not with anyone else, not like she was with him. She was direct with others, but always there were barriers, and misrepresentation. Pretending to be happy, pretending not to hurt...
“With you,” she finally said.
That brought something out in him. He grunted with both surprise and satisfaction, the skin sharpening over his cheekbones as his gaze blazed into her.
“That’s right,” he breathed into her ear, rocking his body gently into hers, a lazy, purposeful grind that sent liquid pleasure coursing through her veins. “Just with me. No hidin’ with me, no pretendin’. Nobody else sees what I see, do they?”
She shook her head, and he rewarded her with a kiss — deep, and soft, and slow. When he finally pulled back she was breathless and a little dizzy.
“No one else knows you like this, do they? Knows every part of you.”
She shook her head again, but this time the response pulled a growl from him.
“Say it,” he rasped.
She heard the ragged need in her own voice. “Just you, sugar. No one else.”
Another growl, of approval this time, and she just had time to wonder how in the hell he did that and then his hand was touching her, sliding warm and rough down her collarbone, slipping inside the top of her nightgown to cup her breast.
“No one else touches you like this.” It was a statement, not a question, but the answer spilled from her all the same.
“No one. Ever. Only you.”
She dropped her head back against the wall, closing her eyes, losing herself in sensation as he kneaded and then suckled the tender flesh.
With a sudden movement he yanked the thin straps of her nightgown down her arms, baring her to her waist. Then his warm hands were behind her shoulder blades, arching her forward as he devoured her, the stubble of his beard rasping her tender skin.
She hadn’t even realized her hands had come up to cradle his head, drawing him closer to her, until suddenly he pulled back. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands once again firm on her upper arms.
“Forgettin’ again, darlin’?” he teased.
She almost whimpered in frustration.
“Don’t pout, baby,” he said with mock sternness, sucking briefly on the lower lip she hadn’t even realized was protruding. “You be good for me, and I’ll give you what you need.” He leaned forward again, the push of his body against hers and the slow slide of his lips over hers making her moan into his mouth before he pulled back again, his eyes dark and intent. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
She nodded, struggling to keep her hands at her sides when her whole body cried out to touch him.
“I know you can, darlin’,” he murmured tenderly. “Now where were we?”
He took a step back and she immediately felt the loss of his warmth against her.
“Take it off,” he commanded, his words sending her a sweet rush of excitement thrumming through her body.
She obediently pushed the silky nightgown all the way past her hips, giving a little shimmy for good measure to send it puddling to the floor. She saw his breath catch, and smiled a little inwardly, knowing he wasn’t as unaffected as he appeared.
It must have shown on her face.
“Sassy, aren’t you?” he observed, his eyes narrowing. He smiled darkly, and she felt her heart skip a beat. “Let’s see what we can do about that...”
Suddenly contrite, she hooked her thumbs on the edge of her panties, but his voice halted her actions.
“Leave those,” he barked. She froze, her eyes flying to his at his tone. “For now,” he added, more gently, his eyes hot with promise.
She dropped her hands to her sides again, her knees suddenly weak. He took the step towards her again, so close to her that his breath mingled with hers. She closed her eyes and waited for the feel of his lips against hers, wanting it desperately, needing to taste him again. And waited, and waited...
She finally opened her eyes with a mewl of disappointment. His lips quirked. Damn him, she thought, and then her thoughts scattered as he dragged his warm hands from her shoulders, down, down, stroking gently down her arms until he once again held a wrist in each hand.
Slowly, languidly, he drew her arms up until he held both of her wrists above her head in one large hand. She saw his breath grow ragged, a low growl rumbling from him at the way she looked. She could imagine what he was seeing — her creamy skin laid bare to his gaze, her breasts lifted and displayed to him by the position he held her in.
She felt the sweep of his eyes like a physical caress over her body.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice gravelly with need. His other hand now followed the path of his eyes, stroking and petting, thumb rasping across her taut nipples before tracing a leisurely line down her belly. Holding her wrists firmly cuffed in one hand, he used the other warm palm to press her thighs open, rumbling his approval as she shifted her stance under his wordless direction.
“So sweet,” he murmured. “The way you look...” His dark gaze wandered unhurriedly over her again, heating her cheeks and sending a flush down her neck.
He dipped his head and she felt the rush of his breath against her hypersensitive skin as he inhaled. “The way you smell...”
His hand traced down her belly, skating inside the front of her panties, a quick slick caress that pulled an incoherent noise from her. “The way you sound...” His fingers slid over her again and then plunged inside her, pushing the breath from her body.
She watched in helpless fascination as he pulled his hand free. His eyes burned into hers, intent and golden, as his tongue came out to deliberately lap at his fingertips. “The way you taste...”
It was too much. She felt something fracture inside her and she pulled against his grip, urgent little cries of frustration escaping her as he held her firmly, stretched and suspended in his unyielding grasp.
“Shhh, darlin’,” he soothed, his raspy voice sending another shock of pleasure through her. “I’ll make it better. But I want to look at you a little more first.”
He captured her moan of dismay in his kiss, drawing her tongue into his mouth, suckling gently on the tip. She couldn’t help herself, she grew pliant against him, and she heard him purr with approval.
He drew back again, his molten gaze dragging slowly up her body until he met her eyes again. “No one else sees you like this, do they? So sweet. So wet and wantin’.” His voice was low and gravelly, rough with his need. She could tell he was reaching the end of his restraint, his breath coming in harsh pants now.
She found her voice again. “No one. Just for you.”
Another growl, ground out through gritted teeth this time, as his control seemed to snap. He slammed his body into hers, dropping her hands from his grasp so that he could lift her up against him, the rough denim of his jeans rasping against her inner thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Fuck, darlin’,” he muttered into her neck. “You make me crazy when you say that.”
He lifted his head, his golden eyes fierce. “Mine,” he snarled. “My Marie.”
She gave herself up to the luscious feeling welling up as he ground against her. “Yes, sugar,” she gasped out, feeling the pressure within herself starting to build to unbearable levels. “Oh! Yours. Only yours.”
She heard the snick of his claw and then he was cutting the panties off her body. She fumbled between them to open the buckle of his belt and the fly of his jeans, frantic now.
“Tell me what you need,” he groaned, as she wrapped her fingers around him, her hand stroking him greedily.
She answered without hesitation. “You. Inside me.”
“Fuck, yes, Marie.” Then he was pushing inside her, filling her completely, so hot and hard and oh God...
“Tell me,” he ground out again as he started to stroke, achingly slow and deep and just right, just there...
She knew what he wanted to hear and she was deliriously happy to say it, couldn’t even stop the words from falling from her lips, as long as he never stopped, please never stopped...
“Only you, Logan. The only one who touches me. The only one who sees me. The only one who knows me...”
She felt like she was losing the boundaries of her own body. Nothing existed except the sound of him, the smell of him, and oh, god, the feel of him, driving deep within her, shaking her to pieces and making her whole all at the same time.
He was growling incessantly now, quickening his pace to short sharp thrusts that seemed to pierce into the very heart of her. She felt the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her belly and she scraped her nails down his back, desperate for just a little more.
“Ah, fuck, Marie. That’s it, baby. So close, darlin’...” His hoarse voice pushed her that little bit higher, closer to the edge. “C’mon, baby...come for me, darlin’. Come.”
Her hands clenched against his skin, her thighs tightening convulsively around his waist as she felt the wave rush over her, shock after shock of almost unbearable pleasure rippling through her body.
He was fierce, relentless, pounding into her, his breath huffing against her neck in choked growls and snarls. She felt the last of herself unraveling as she clung to him, feeling him lose the rhythm. A few more staccato thrusts and he was howling his release against her skin, shuddering as he seemed to pour himself into her.
She felt the slide of the wall behind her back as he seemed to crash to his knees in slow motion. He ended up kneeling with her in his lap, her arms and legs still wrapped around him because she didn’t even have the strength to loosen them.
She held him tightly to her as the last of his shudders eased. His whole body seemed to relax as he slumped against her. She felt an easiness to his muscles that hadn’t been there since Proteus. He gently rested his forehead against hers, their panting breaths mingling.
“Jesus fuck, Marie,” he finally breathed. He lifted his head and looked at her with dazed eyes. “You okay, baby?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.” The satisfied, sleepy hum and the accompanying smile were all she had the energy to produce as she finally let him go, sliding down his thighs until she could rest her head back against the wall. “Just...let’s rest here for a minute. Or a day.”
He huffed a relieved laugh, settling himself back against the wall next to her and then pulling her sideways into his lap. She pressed her head against his shirt, realizing only now that he had stayed pretty much fully dressed. She, on the other hand, was naked and sore and slick with sweat and sex. She felt thoroughly debauched — both wanton and well-loved — and she decided that she liked the feeling a hell of a lot. In fact, she might just stay here, cuddled up against Logan’s warm body, feeling deliciously depraved, until the end of time.
He rested his face in her hair. She could feel him breathing her in, soothing himself with her scent. Finally, he spoke, his voice hushed and wondering.
“How did you know?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sayin’ it’s the same, or nearly as bad, but I think I’ve felt a little of what you’re feelin’. Out on the road, havin’ trouble just keepin’ myself alive. The guys who offered me rides would always want...somethin’ in return. And then Magneto had me in that damned machine of his, screamin’ and helpless. When I first got to the mansion, all shredded up and burned, I felt like there was nothin’ else in life for me. That everyone was just gonna be usin’ me for one thing or another. Even Professor Xavier — I was so suspicious of him, thinkin’ that he was just healin’ me up so he could use my mutation on his side of that damned mutant war. Puttin’ a prettier front on it, but just like Magneto underneath.”
She smiled at the memory. “I finally flat-out told him I was on to him, and I’d be hittin’ the road as soon as I could, and if he thought he could stop me then he better think twice. The man’s a world-class telepath, and I’ve never seen him so shocked in his life.”
She could see it in her mind’s eye, his jaw gaping for a moment before he snapped it shut, the keen blue eyes suddenly warm with empathy.
“It took awhile for him to really convince me, but he was tellin’ the truth. He really just wanted to help me, an’ what I did when I was better was my own choice. The reason he was pushin’ me to rehab...not just fixin’ what was broken, but learnin’ to fight an’ all that...it wasn’t to prepare me for the team. Or at least not only for that. He knew what I was feelin’, knew how sick I was of being everybody’s damn victim. He wanted me to learn that it didn’t have to be that way. That I could take control of my own life. Make my own choices, maybe even defend myself if I had to in a way that didn’t drive me near crazy doin’ it. An’ at the same time he helped me get control of my head, get the personalities in line.”
“Control,” he repeated thoughtfully.
“Yeah. Control.” She shrugged again. “You needed it. I wanted you to have it.” She couldn’t help smiling against his chest. “An’ I can’t help but think it worked out pretty damn well for both of us.”
He laughed softly, giving her a soft smack on her bottom. “Sassy.”
“You got that right,” she agreed cheerfully.
She pulled back to look into his eyes, suddenly serious. “Logan, when we go back to the mansion...things’re gonna be weird for a little while. It’s a lotta new people, and a whole big history I have there.” She smiled again, thinking about Jubilee’s likely reaction. “An’ I can guarantee you that my friends are gonna be giant pains in the ass, without meanin’ to.”
She had a sudden image of Jean, elegant and flawless in a way Marie had known she would never be, always making her feel clumsy and gauche. She nuzzled back into Logan’s shirt, embarrassed by the twinge of jealousy toward someone he had never even met. “I just don’t want things to change between us.”
“You think your friends won’t like me,” he said, his voice resigned, and she almost clipped his chin jerking her head up in surprise.
“Dammit, Logan, just the opposite. There are some crazy hot women livin’ at that mansion. I can’t help feelin’ that you might see them an’ realize I’m nothin’ special in comparison.”
The total disbelief on his face was comfort enough. “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me, right?” His hand came up to cradle her cheek, his eyes turning tender as he looked into hers. “Like I could ever look at anyone else.”
“Aw, Logan.” She couldn’t help kissing him then, feeling his love for her in every moment until they finally broke apart, breathless. “That’s what I mean. I do know that, I really do, but then I remember bein’ back at that mansion, all gangly an’ insecure, gettin’ dumped by the guy I was with for somebody else. Like I said before, you know me — all of me — but I’m different here. Different with you. There I’m Rogue, and I’m gonna hafta figure out how to make it work all over again.”
She squeezed him tightly. “I gotta be sure of you, an’ you gotta be sure of me, if we’re gonna face all that. I know that we are, here, but once we get back there we gotta help each other out if...if we forget.”
His eyes were serious as he examined her face. Suddenly, he reached under the neck of his shirt, pulling his tags over his head. He carefully placed the chain over her head, settling the tags in the valley between her bare breasts.
“Logan!” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the warm metal. “Are you sure? I know what these mean to you...the only clue to your past...”
“Fuck my past,” he growled. “I don’t think there’s a thing in it worth a damn.” His hard expression softened again as he looked at her, the golden glow of his eyes spreading heat inside her body. “Marie, you know I’m no good with words. But everythin’ I have, little as it is...everythin’ I am. It’s yours now. Has been for awhile.” He tugged gently on the chain, the corner of his mouth quirking in that adorable half-smile of his. “Just makin’ it official.”
She had to kiss him at that, diving for his mouth, losing herself in the feel and taste of him. When she came up for air she found to her surprise that she was straddling his lap again. She gave an experimental wiggle. She wasn’t sore anymore, or even tired, and he was rock hard against her.
She looked at him in surprise and then smiled, wiggling a little more for good measure. “God bless a healin’ factor.”
“Sassy,” he teased again.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “You know it. Now get us upstairs to bed, we have some celebratin’ to do.”
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