Logan was sure he heard his name, under the rushing of his blood and need to be free of this place there was another need, one that he'd pushed aside in his rush to run from a place filled with ghosts. Haunting him...
Marie.
He'd seen her duffel in hand, her face meeting his dead on and seeing her desperation riding high in her gaze, to be seen, to be recognised by him for what she was. A young woman with just as much need as he had, hell she'd been waiting for him to stop her, to tell her there was nothing wrong with her. He'd seen her when she'd flown into the office when the cure news had broken, her hope so full, her needs so full frontal he'd picked up on her before she'd entered the damn office.
But here he was outside of her room and by the sounds of it she wasn't alone in there either... a coldness entered him, not anger, not the hatred he'd felt for Erik either but a deeper cold. One that spoke of winter and red spots on the snow, the door wasn't fully shut and as Logan dropped the duffel at her door it wasn't Logan who walked inside.
Silence met his ears, the room was only illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window, showing the shape of a male body in her bed. Lost to deep sleep the sharp scent of frost and clear ice told him enough, Bobby, the ice kid, the one who'd been around her before they'd gone to sort out the mess that had been Jean. But hadn't he seen him and Kitty getting friendly on the plane back? If so what the hell was he doin' here now? A slow sense of unease filled him, if Bobby was playin' that game with Marie....
He was halfway across toward the bed before he'd even realised his claws were drawn, arm ready to plunge into the softly rising chest covered by the sheets. The sheets that scented of Marie, that's when the soft call of his name dragged his attention back away from the sleeping young man. His growl deep and barely audible for now, but the light that was coming from her bathroom was anything but normal. Unsure of what he was going to see Logan just let himself stand in the edge of the door, where the hinges sat, revealing a strip of a very naked Marie in her bath. Candles all around her the scent of a smouldering cuban in there with her, then his eyes noticed the little table. His possessions were on it, the flask open showing she'd drunk from it, she'd taken them from his room. Why was high in his mind but seeing her put those thoughts on the back burner but it was her voice and her scent that were filling the deepest parts of his mind right now.
Watching her writhe as she used her fingers on herself, watching her move in the water like some siren of old, the scent of rose mingling with her scent of arousal. Hearing her need whispering out toward him, seeing her fully for once, seeing her as she was, not how his mind had remembered her. There were a lot of differences between the girl he'd picked up on that road to the one who was now trying to get herself off the best way she could.
He had to lean on the damn door frame he was that shocked, his mind fully aware of what had been in the corridor with him that day, but hadn't he left her alone? Left her to make her choices, make her mistakes it seemed, flicking a look over to the sleeping boy in her bed. It was Marie's deepening voice that had his attention back at her body in the scented water that was doing nothing to hide her own desires.
Watching her fingers slide over her alabaster skin, feeling his own skin heat and breathing deepen as he watched Marie, her eyes closed to the room and her whispers loud in his ears. Turning to look over at Bobby who was still sleeping the sleep of the recently fucked but if he'd done good enough why the hell was Marie in the tub sayin' his name?
He had to hold onto the damn doorframe to stop himself from just goin in there an givin' her just what she was needin. Keeping his own desires clamped down savagely he began to back away from her bathroom door, he was just far enough to be out of the candlelight when Logan heard her breath hold, his name flowing from her lips. The way she said it made him wish he had worse morals than he already had, nursing a hard on that only a certain soft handed woman could ease. Growling to himself he shrugged off his over shirt and laid it on her bed, just where she'd see it when she came out. It'd tell her enough, that he'd seen her and tomorrow morning he was goin to be on her ass as soon as she was awake. Snagging his duffle silently Logan went to get himself lost for a few hours, he wanted her aware when he saw her next, awake and calmer than he was right now.
Oh God!
The scent of the cigar had her wound further than she thought possible, like the day she'd walked in on him training. It had all she could do to keep her eyes at his face, just the sight of him had had her wound tighter than a drum.
Letting the heat of the water fill her fully, every movement on her skin was his rough palms, the rasp of his skin against hers. The heat covering her body fully, her touch drifting over her sensitized flesh, how could she ever think cold could replace heat? Not like Logan's, not like his breadth, his weight, oh sweet Jesus when he'd first trained her alone it was enough to let him floor her, to feel his weight on her. To feel his hips in hers, tight in leather though they were, it still made her blood sing.
It hadn't lasted though he'd moved her to train with Pete instead she could use his skin to protect herself, but there had been a moment, just a flash of something the last time he'd trained with her. The way he'd gotten up off her, his hips staying within hers for just a little longer than they should have, a half felt rumble as he'd moved.
Marie touched her breasts, feeling their weight deepen as she touched her nipples rubbing them softly, teasing herself with his imagined touch. The way he'd look at her from under his brows, the depth in his gaze that would be telling her how much he wanted to taste her. Knowing his touch wouldn't be hesitant or second guessed, she'd seen his memories, the ones he'd tried to hide from her mind. But when you're up as high as she was there was no other option than to close your eyes and what had come from Logan into her wasn't just about saving her because he'd promised he'd look after her.
It had been the day after when his mind was being absorbed by her own, she'd begun to daydream when the one Logan had had popped up in her mind. It had been them driving in the snow, no Sabretooth, no X-Men, just them driving to the next town, his eyes going all over her and throwing up every single way he could think of to get around that killer skin of hers. Fucking her through a slit in her jeans, that no one would see but him, using the soft cotton of his undershirt to taste her through. He'd be dressed as much as he could be but her, damn he'd wanted her naked, wrapped around his dick and screamin' his name til she was spent!
Marie allowed the thoughts to follow her touches, the way he'd hold her, move her, letting her fingers slide down her skin to her now aching clit. Just brushing it gently, not a full touch, oh no, just grazing past, knowing he loved to tease this way, get you hot for him til you were nearly crazy with it. Understanding his desire to own her, to imprint himself on her fully, the outside of him so different to the internal man she'd tried to come to terms with.
Allowing the thoughts of his hands roving over her body, mapping her out in his touch, knowing he'd touch her skin or no. Just that the man out here wasn't the same as the one she'd absorbed, Logan hid a lot of what he was from everyone. Marie understood why but surely he'd be able to understand her side too wouldn't he? She saw the real him, the one he hid.
Knowing that if it had been Logan in her bed instead of Bobby he'd have made sure she'd been wet enough to get into, instead of the fumbling aching lust filled fest that had lasted just over ten minutes in total. If she'd thought that it was going to be any better than her own fumbled desires she was badly mistaken. Turning her thought away from what had happened Marie let herself think about what could have been.
Logan would have kissed her thoroughly, stroking her, touching her all over, allowing her to feel his weight, his pressure against her, the way he'd shift into her body. Just the feel of him was making her blood race, knowing he'd take her hips in a one handed grip, opening her to him. Pushing himself into her, showing her the hardness he had, wanting to warn her ahead of time, getting her ready for him, for what and who he hid. He'd peel her out of her clothes, get her naked first, allowing her to relax with him. Giving her the reins, letting her lead, knowing he would have been gentle with her at first. Even with the blood racing in her veins Logan would have steered her urges, allowing her to touch him, explore that chest of his, his neck, those lips ….
Her hand slipped down her body dipping down as she shifted in the now warm water, feeling herself being watched somehow, the nagging doubt being pushed aside as she began to chase the building force within her skin. Imagining Logan's mouth on her skin, the way he'd purr into her, holding her tight as she shifted in his tight grip. Knowing he'd work his way down to her breasts, remembering the way he'd looked at her as she'd zipped up her uniform on more than one occasion. Reading the man underneath the surface of the truth he showed them, Logan wanted her for himself, he knew it, she knew it.
Touching her now erect nipples, pinching them as he would, the way he loved to roll their sensitive surfaces through his fingers, her other hand finally allowing herself a full touch on her clit. Her mouth widening to say his name louder this time, the feeling building in her blood until she thought she'd die from it. Knowing Logan would do this to her, touch her, override her senses til she was lost, opening her eyes to see something glint in the crack of the door. Her body too far gone to worry now as she rolled her eyes back into her head as the heat burned through her body finally destroying the cold that had been lodged in her core.
Gasping as she came down from her orgasm, seeing the half burnt cigar resting on the small table, taking it and dunking it in the rose scented water. Lifting herself out of the now cool water Marie let her thoughts drift the young man waiting in her bed. It had been a mistake to do this, to let Bobby be here with her. She'd just wrapped herself in her robe and had emptied the tub, hiding the flask and cigar again. Feeling warm at last she stepped out of the bathroom to take a look at Bobby, but what grabbed her gaze was the red flannel shirt that was sat on her bed.
Hands shaking as she walked the small distance over to the thing that was laying there like a rose in midwinter. Touching it, and feeling the still human warmth in the deep fabric, pulling it upward to her face and scenting Logan all over it. Closing her eyes as she pulled it into her face and sighed deeply, telling her he'd been there in her room, turning toward the still lit bathroom and saw the crack of the doorframe.
A coldness filling her fully now, he had been here! When the hell had he gotten back? Where the hell had he been, had he been here earlier? Did he know she had his things? Then there was a sinking feeling that opened up in her stomach as she looked over to Bobby, if he'd known she had his things then he would have come for them. If he'd been in here ….
Marie knew his sense of smell was something he hid, something he never talked about because it was so sharp. He'd be able to scent them in here, and if he'd been watching her as well..... it looked like tomorrow was going to be another doozy of a day.
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