“What the hell are you talking about?” Rogue felt her heart pump faster as she backed into a corner of the library, her eyes darting around her, trying to find the closest escape route. The window to her left was wide open, but she was also on the second floor of the mansion and didn’t think it would help if she broke something trying to escape. If only she knew how to fly!

He growled as he took a step forward, his arms moving up quickly to cage her against the wall. He could smell her confusion as he watched her eyes widen at the realization of the position she was in.

“I’m talking about what we did last week and why you haven’t even come back,” he growled as he moved in even further, pressing his body against hers.

She smiled, her confusion quickly turning to amusement. “Logan, Sugar, why would I come back? We had sex, remember? It ain’t like you were expecting more, were you?”

She had to fight hard to keep her laughter from bubbling over as she watched the surprise wash over his face. She hadn’t realized the consequences of a one-night stand at the time.

“Why would you think I wouldn’t expect more?” he asked, backing up in confusion.

She couldn’t stop it. Laughter burst from her throat, and she felt her stomach begin to cramp from laughing so hard. “You’re the Wolverine! You’re the king of one-night stands, remember? I told you I wanted to try something new; I thought you understood.”

He thought back to that night, only a week ago, when they were in his room. She was studying for the bar exam and hiding from the Cajun who wouldn’t take no for an answer, while he was flipping through the channels. He had stumbled across a movie with two actors going at it. She had looked up and watched for a moment before she spoke. Her words had utterly floored him.

“I think I would like to try that,” she said slowly, her face completely serious. Her tongue quickly and unconsciously flicked over her top lip. He wasn’t even sure she had meant to say it out loud, but that didn’t matter to him.

He saw it as his chance, and the next thing he knew, she was under him, moaning and grinding against him. He had never been so thankful for the cure before.

“Come on, Logan. I wanted to try sex. It was a one-time thing. You know… Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma’am! All that shit. Nobody who has sex with the Wolverine actually expects him to stick around the whole night.” She made to walk past him, shaking her head. He wasn’t sure which was worse, the fact that she had pretty much used him, or that she was laughing about it.

He reached out to grab her arm. “Who said that?”

“Well, let's see,” Rogue replied, turning around and counting on her fingers. “There was ‘Ro, who, by the way, was stupid enough to think that you would want to have babies and get married. Betsy. Emma. That waitress at the bar we went to three weeks ago. Thank you very much for giving her my number when she asked for yours, by the way. Who else… Lorna, Sarah. Just about every girl you’ve been with.”

“Wait, you asked them about what to expect from me?” Logan asked, incredulous.

She laughed again, this time doubling over. “Oh god, no, but who do you think they call when you don’t? Come on, Logan, I am your best friend. They want to know what you’re thinking.”

“So you assumed that it was just a one-night stand for me?” Logan asked, raising his right eyebrow questioningly. She nodded yes while shrugging her shoulders.

She felt him let go of her arm, and thinking she was safe to go, moved towards the exit again. She didn’t get far before she felt his hands at her waist, pulling her back, flush against his body. She could feel his arousal pressing against her shorts-clad bottom through his jeans.

“Let me explain this to you, Marie,” he quickly whispered in her ear, sending a series of shivers ran down her spine. She could practically feel her panties dampen as his voice vibrated her ear. “I’ve been waiting too damn long for you to just give you up after only one night, you know. I should turn you over my knee and spank you right now for being so callous.”

She groaned at his words, picturing what it would be like to lie across his lap as his hands felt her from behind.

“Right now, I am going to take you back to my room and show you exactly what I want to do with you. And trust me, darlin', I ain’t about to let you go anytime soon, so just get used to it,” he growled as his left hand came around her waist.

“Um, Logan, we have an audience,” she said, gasping for air. For the first time, he looked toward the door they were facing, noticing Ororo, Betsy, and Lorna, surrounded by a hoard of first graders ready to do a report. They all stared at the couple and there was no denying the shock on their faces at the sight before them. And he knew that if he let Rogue move away from his body now, he would have a lot more to explain to the kids than just why his tongue was in Ms. Rogue’s ear.

“Hey, Logan?” Rogue captured his attention again with her gasping tone. “Can the spanking wait until we get back to your room?”

He growled again, careful to keep her standing in front of him as he quickly moved their bodies through the door.

He wasn’t paying enough attention to notice the small smile that played on Rogue’s lips as they moved past the other three adults, but he did detect a hint of satisfaction in her scent.

~*~*~*~*~*~

They watched the new couple leave quickly and disappear around the door.

One of the children turned to look at his teachers, a look of confusion on his face. “Did Mr. Logan and Ms. Rogue just leave to kiss?”

“I do believe so, Jordan,” Storm replied with affection. All three women were thinking the same thing: none had believed that the southerner’s plan would actually work.

“Where did they go to do it, then?”

“I think they went to sit under a tree.”

With that last comment, twelve little faces lit up.

“Logan and Rogue, Sitting in a tree… K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”