This is what she wanted. What she had wanted for as long as she could remember. This is what her body craved, needed. It was betrayal of the worst kind, but it was her one moment of self-honesty. It was the beginning of her damnation and the end of her salvation. It was everything she had wanted.

This is what he could give. What he had wanted to give her since the first time he had met her. This is the only thing he could give, his body. It was his first loss of self-control, but it was his first true gift. It was the end of his self-imposed solace and the beginning of his life with others. It was all he could give.

This is what they were destined for. What fate had intended; it was inevitable. This was the only thing that could start them down the right path, the path of caring. It was violent and demanding, but it was the union of two. It was the end of Rogue and Wolverine, and the beginning of Marie and Logan.