The entire place had gone insane, it was the only reason why whenever Marie looked for someone to study with; she found people wrapped around each other with a look that could cut through steel passing between them. Hell even Storm had been mooning over Kurt who was at the very least flexible in ways no other man could compete with here at the mansion.

She'd had to face it, spring had sprung and everyone was getting their jollies as often and as fast as possible. She'd had to peel Bobby off her three times this week, he'd been very insistant about her coming to see him when he was alone. But the thought of actually doing anything with him made her stomach flip, it wasn't that she didn't want to. Hell no, it was the thought of him laying there like a dead or dying fish thrashing on his bed that sobered her own singing hormones.
Besides back at his home before the shit had hit the fan thanks to John, she'd felt his fear of her. That she really could kill him with a touch or a kiss, he'd been restrained with her upto three weeks ago. When the snow had finally melted so had he and he was back to being the horny teenager he was trying to convince Scott he wasn't.

Jean's death had put a lot of things into perspective, but what they'd found at Alkali had done more. Kurts memories had been searched by The Professor and he'd told everyone as much as he dare. About the soliders, the way he'd been treated, what he'd been made to do. It had chilled everyone and forced Scotts hand into training the older members of the school to fight. Throughout all of this Logan had been silent, the news confirming what he'd always thought about the government but it had been when Scott had talked about training that he'd walked out of the school. Taken the bike and gone, he hadn't even told her why, everyone had looked at her with sad eyes as if she knew why he'd gone but wasn't telling anyone. Even Jubilee had her usual cheerfulness let her down when she heard Logan had flown. Her face had fallen and her eyes had looked haunted for a minute as she asked, "He is coming back isn't he?"
The pure naked need in her face was there to see and Marie couldn't help but lie to her, telling her that he'd be back soon. But he hadn't appeared at Christmas even though people had expected him (his presents were still with the decorations in the attic) and now spring had arrived everyone kept half an ear out for him. Only she knew that if Logan wanted to be lost he would be and nothing would bring him home again unless he wanted to be here.

No spring wasn't the time for coming home as far as Logan was concerned it was the time for travel, thats what the one inside her head told her and it was why she was just as surprised when the sound of the Scotts bike echoed down the driveway.
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March, he'd made it nearly all the way to Timmins before the summons had come from Xavier. He'd been chasing a lead about guards from Alkali when it had been a joint operation with the Canadian Government and the American's. Xavier had made it sound urgent, playing on his fear of Marie getting hurt too, reminding him that he'd promised to come home if things were taking a turn for the worse. What images Xavier had shared with him had made him reach for the accelerator and push the little red button more than once. Something was coming, something big and Scott was becoming distant, distracted and the kids needed someone who could teach them survival. Not just fighting fair and in that he excelled, he'd been against the whole idea of them learning to fight in the first place but he knew it wasn't a viable option forever.

He'd just wanted Marie to enjoy what she had left of her childhood, but Alkali had robbed her of that as well. He'd come to that conclusion when he'd been in a diner, watching a girl Marie's age giggle and play fight with her friends. Marie didn't do that and it wasn't her skin that stopped her, it was her head, the memories she had and the kid he was watching had no darkness in her green eyed gaze and he felt his true age in those few moments before he'd turned away.

So he was back home, the trees here were already setting out leaves; where as back in Canada the ground was still covered in snow. He'd felt his own body warm the further south he'd come, no matter what Wheels wanted from him he'd be out every night from 9pm and that was guaranteed! Spring was no time to have a Wolverine chained down to one place. Looking at the building he searched for the form of Marie and soon found her coming out of the main doors to greet him.

What he noticed almost made him turn tail and run back to the cold. The winter had changed her, as if she'd been a sculpture made of ice and snow, only to be whittled down by the warming sun and wind into the form that was in front of him now. Glad to be straddling the bike so she wouldn't pick up on his instant reaction to her as she'd sashayed her way over to him. His eyes noting the way her hips moved like oil over water, that her body had changed and blossomed into the woman that was currently reaching out toward him. Her shifting arms making her breasts rise into his eyeline, he stayed absolutely still as she touched him. Only when she pulled away did he notice the disappointment in her scent, her voice was quiet when she spoke to him, sad almost. "The Professor said when you got here he'd like to see ya first. Ah'll go tell him your here." She turned to leave and he caught her hand just before she left him, the look on her face holding a little hope.
"Thanks kid," as soon as the word was out of his mouth he saw the shutters go down on her face. Here was the bland look of the rest of the kids here, the 'I'm happy to help you sir how may I be of assistance' look they all wore. He'd fucked it up even before he'd gotten off the bike, he let her go and watched as her steps were a little more stilted this time and the sway to her hips was gone replaced by hurried movements that spoke only of her need to get as far away from him as possible.

Oh yeah spring at the mansion was going to be fun alright.
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She'd moped all day after that greeting, only smiling when Jubilee had told her about Kitty's make out session being interrupted by Scott. Kitty had been in the supply cupboard with Pete and Scott had gone to get more paper for the copier. Thing was as far as Jubilee told it all the great Fearless Leader had done was pick up the paper and shut the door on them. They thought they'd gotten away with it until his voice had given them dish duty for the next month and told them to get a room.

Jubilee had noticed her friends downturned face and had tried to cheer her up but it wasn obvious that things hadn't gone as she'd expected it to. Jubilee did have to point out the obvious which didn't help any, "Well he could still be getting over what happened at Alkali Rogue. We all know how he likes to keep things bottled up." She'd raised an eyebrow at that and earned a smile from Jubilee for it. "See you're channeling him now he's back, it'll be like he never left soon I promise you. And I'll hand over my best yellow coat to be made over if I'm wrong."

Marie had to hand it to her Jubilee did always tend to look on the bright side when it came to men, always the hero never the jerk. Flopping back on her own bed she just hoped she'd get an undisturbed nights sleep tonight, what with the room changes that went on after hours. Keeping some of Logan's abilities wasn't a good thing, not when you were only two doors away from a screamer.
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Xavier had laid everything out for him, he had a few weeks at the most to get the basics into them before they went onto combat training proper. He'd been hit by the mixture of scents and the sense of 'home' it generated in him. Scott was there too but the man was distracted, almost as if he didn't want to be there. Logan laid out his plans for the first week and went to get himself settled back in. It looked like he'd be here for the duration and he needed to get his space sorted out if he was going to survive this spring without killing anyone.

He had the whiskey stash in the custern of his toilet, chilling nicely. His beer was under the bed and as well as his cubans, the small pile of magazines he'd left under there were gone. He'd been annoyed at that until he'd found them in his shirt drawer hidden under the few things he'd left here. A hand scrawled note on top of them reading 'If housekeeping find em they burn em. I know how much you value the articles. M' Marie had saved his bacon, the models were okay if you liked your women looking like pumped up versions of barbie but it really was some of the articles he favoured. Especially the one covering the resurgence of Vietnam after the war using it as a tourist draw believe it or not. He'd remembered a few things about his own time there after seeing the name of a bar in a picture. Smiling he'd just left them in the drawer, he'd be out so he'd probably not need them while he stayed here.

Getting settled in he shook off his boots and laid out on the bed, relaxing into the softness that he rarely found anywhere else in the world. His mind still thinking about Marie as he drifted off into sleep.
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The first session of training was up on the noticeboard, it gave a list of things that were needed from each student. Pete had to bring something he couldn't punch a hole through, Jubilee had to bring something flammable, Kitty something she couldn't phase through, Bobby something he couldn't damage with cold and Marie's personal favourite, she had to come to the lesson with her skin on show, as much as possible.

There had to be a reason for this madness and she was going to find out why. She found him at the kitchen table demolishing a sandwich the size of Belgium, meat, salad, bread, cheese, pickles covered the entire surface of the table. Standing in between the fixings were the broken necks of several beers, the glass sharp in the sunlight that was slanting through the windows. It took him three seconds to notice she was there and ten to speak. He just kept chewing the food he had in his mouth and swallowed with a growl. "What?"

Marie just stood there and watched him eat, there was something here she should recognise, something important but it eluded her. Logan's growl snapped her attention back to the reason she was there, she met his dark gaze a little nervously. "Why do ah have to train in next to nothing?" She tried to concentrate on the anger she'd felt at seeing what she had to do but it kept slipping away from her. There was something about the food that kept niggling the back of her mind. Logan's voice snapped her attention back to him.
"Cos' your going to learn to fight dirty and your skin is part of the lesson so you'll train in next to nothing so you get used to being bare. Cos as sure as your stood there your uniform will get torn and you will show skin at some time when your fighting and I want you to be able to concentrate on the fight and not about your skin."

It made sense, perfect sense to her, she'd have to be comfortable fighting nearly naked first before she could fight well in a uniform. Thing was she'd be a danger to whoever she trained with and that was something she wasn't looking forward to. She really didn't want to be partnered with someone she could kill with a mistimed blow. Looking at Logan as he polished off the remains of his food and seeing him reach for the loaf again she posed her question. "Logan who'm ah gonna spar with? If ah'm put with anyone else they're likely to be in a coma before the weeks out." The look he gave her over the new sandwich he was building was almost feral, the smile that went across his face didn't even reach his eyes as she realised exactly who she'd be partnered with....Logan himself.

It made sense in a way, if she did touch him she'd only add to the presence in her head and gain more knowledge through that touch. He'd survived her touch twice and showed a resilience that no one else had about being near her clothed never mind nearly naked. It was just the smile and the amount of food he shoved his face into that disturbed her. She left him to it but there was something niggling her mind still and there was only one way to find out what it was and it was something she didn't like doing. She'd have to let him out in her head, going to her room she put her 'do not disturb' sign on the handle. The last thing she needed was someone walking in on her when she was in Logan's frame of mind. But just what that was she had no idea.
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He'd watched her trying to work it out, the dark in him had been pleased she was trying to understand but the man had wanted her to just walk away. His appetite for everything went haywire in spring, everything tasted so much better. Food became as important as sex usually was, everything had to be tasted in as many combinations as possible. Fuel to be burned later, concentrating on the protein first, the high fat foods next, then vegetables and fruit, finally bread. So over the years he'd done what he could, and the Logan sandwich had been born. There were a couple of diners out in Iowa that still had these on the menu thanks to him. All the food groups in one meal and easily carried.

When she'd looked him over he swore she'd reacted to something, seen her eyes dilate for a second before returning to normal. Well he'd find out tomorrow, their first session in the danger room was booked.
He'd be her partner, she was safe fighting him because he'd heal if she actually managed to hit him. The others would partner up and get their weaknesses worked out with each other. He'd observe them first and get them going before he concetrated on Marie. Noting his own growl as he thought about it, squashing the thought of Marie nearly naked in his mind. Killing the Wolverine dead that was clawing its way through his brain, leaving him suddenly full. Pushing the half eaten sandwich away from him and snagging a bottle he drained it completely.

Oh yeah he had energy to burn tonight and he'd be away from the mansion to do it too. Straightening himself he left for Salem Centre, one hunger sated he went to get the edge off the other one that kept throwing up an image of pale skin and white streaks into his mind.
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Relaxed and peaceful, centered and calm she went inside her own head, finding the door that led to the memories of Logan. The door that was made of wood and knotted with a piece of rope holding it shut. Untying the knot she opened the door to be faced with a barechested image of Logan stood at a bar. One not unlike the one she'd met him in, walking inside the room she felt the heat increase around her. Logan hadn't turned to look at her but when he did the darkness in his eyes wasn't something she'd ever seen before. He just shifted so quickly she didn't have time to react, he was all over her, hands everywhere, mouth on her throat, lips, breasts. The assault was so complete she had to run from it, pulling herself out of the meditation she woke to her own room. Sweating and heaving with the sensations that were still singing over her skin, forgetting that she'd left the door open back inside her mind. Marie tried to get some calm returned to her body as she took a warm shower not realising someone was watching from her own subconscious.
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He pulled into the mansion, stinking of different women, they'd scratched the itch but he knew it'd only be days before he'd be back out there. At least he'd be able to deal with tomorrow now, he really didn't want to think about young bodies right at the moment. He'd had enough, the madam hadn't been too happy but the extra four hundred he'd given her had changed her mind. Who knew Salem had a brothel? He did now and he'd be a regular until at least May, maybe he'd drop the hint to Scott, if anyone needed a lay he did. The guy was so frustrated you could use him as a pencil if you sharpened his dick. He toyed with the thought of just taking him along and leaving him to the ministrations of the girls. Yeah that might work better, going up into the house he never saw the person watching him come home from the window her eyes glazed with something he would've recognised from his own earlier exploits.

Tomorrow would be interesting in many many ways.
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Muscles ached, bones felt like jelly, Marie looked around at her classmates, everyone was the same as her. Dog tired, the only one who looked anywhere near fresh was Logan. He hadn't even broken into a decent sweat yet, his gaze went over them all, knowing he was adjusting his thoughts and plans as he barked his orders out to their ears. "Get yourselves into the showers, if that's what passes for training in Scooters class we've got a hard time ahead of us." Several groans were heard from both Kitty and Jubilee as they helped each other up, Jubilee even held a hand out to her but Marie had to remind her she had no gloves on.
"Jubes, no gloves sugar. Thanks but ah don't want to be firing off fireworks later." Jubilee slapped her forehead and waved off as both girls went to the showers. Marie was just sat resting on the mats as Logan put Pete through his paces, Bobby was still engaged in trying to freeze his target. He'd managed to send his entire arms to ice twice today but he was a sodden mess under his gym stuff and she could scent him from here.

She'd been dressed in what went as areobics wear, a thin skin of material that covered her rear in short shorts and a top that while it kept her breasts supported it didn't cover much of her. Logan on the other hand was dressed head to foot, thin cotton but he was covered. it was covered in dark patches of sweat where he'd finally begun to show his work. But it was Pete who was working him, he was getting the young man to move his dead weight as he braced himself against the floor. After a few minutes Logan patted Pete on the shoulder and they broke up for the day. She'd been dozing off sat up when Logan's gloved hand shook her, "Marie."

She came round to see Logan's groin at her eye level, the cotton didn't really hide much when you were this close. Bringing her head back and away from him she got up slowly, her body aching in all the wrong places. He hadn't held back on her, he wanted her to be the best of them if possible because her mutation wasn't as easy to use in a fight. She suffered as well as the person she was putting down, she'd have another personality in her head to deal with. Hearing Logan's voice again she turned to face him, "You know we could short cut this torment for you." The look in his eyes was calculating as she tried to stretch out the kinks he'd put in her body.
"Really? Do tell."
"Touch me."

She stopped, her face went from joking to serious in a heartbeat. He was still there and he wasn't joking, she didn't know how to take his offer, was he serious or was he pulling her chain?
"Your serious?" He nodded as he pulled off the cotton long sleeve he'd been wearing, throwing it toward the doors.
"Yup, you're behind everyone else. Scott didn't really give you much training did he?"

Marie shook her head, she knew that Scott had seen her role more in a support fashion not actually fighting so he'd only done the basics with her and then it had been difficult because he hadn't even touched her to show her what she'd been doing wrong.

"So how would this work?" Logan looked at her bare skin trying to keep his mind concentrating on the moves he'd need to put into her head instead of the moves his libido wanted to put on and in her.
"I concentrate on a particular move and you touch me for a second. Bobby told me what happened with John, the way you controlled the flow from him to you. Taking only what you wanted from him, same thing here. You'll get the knowledge without having to do extra sessions with me." He hoped she went for it because the other option would end up with him nailing her to the floor before the month was out. He almost whooped for joy when she agreed.
"Okay let's try it."

He wiped his hands and tried his damnedest to keep his mind away from the thoughts about her laid under him. Concentrating instead on a move where she could disarm and break an opponents elbow without coming into close contact. Nodding to her he reached out to her, "Get ready."
Pulling her mind to bear she awaited the sucking, draining feeling to fill her. As her fingers brushed his skin she got a flash of her naked under him, then the information, the move she now knew as if she'd been born with it. Shaking her head as she pulled her fingers away, seeing the veining fade on Logan as she did it. Him staggering a little then colour returning to his skin, his eyes narrowing a little before speaking to her. "Did you get it kid?"

The affectation annoying the shit out of her just afer he'd given her an image of her under him, naked, flushed and post orgasmic; she moved so fast he didn't even see it until he felt the wrench of his elbow and her hand over his gloved one. Smiling at her he pulled free, it had worked, she could catch up this way and she'd not taken anything more than he'd wanted to give her.
"Great Marie, hit the showers will ya. Your gettin' a bit ripe." She almost slapped him but the darkness that was rising in his eyes had him rolling his shoulders and it had nothing to do with her post exercise smell. It was him getting her out of the way before he did something stupid. Snorting through her nose she walked away anger following her like a cloud.

Logan watched her leave the danger room, only when she was safely out of sight did he strip the rest of the cotton away from his body. Stood naked he shouted out to the waiting computer, "Programme Delta - Level twelve." The inside of the room swam and changed, the once bare room turning into a bar with a cage. People roared and cheered as he went toward it but it was the woman seated at the bar waiting for him at the end of the fight he looked forward to. Marie, dressed in long sleeves, leather gloves, tight jeans and a wicked smile.

Feeling his control slip a little further he caused a bar room fight before stepping into the cage. He'd take his time tonight, it was the only way she'd be safe when he got out of here. He'd given up fighting it, Wolverine was too strong in spring, it was only a month he could avoid her for a month down here in the danger room after training. She deserved a chance to live and he was the only one he really trusted to train her well enough. Letting loose the blades snapped free and he lost himself for a few hours.
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Everyone had met up in the rec room after training and when Marie joined them she was willing to sink into the soft sofa's and sleep. Bobby didn't allow her a moments peace though, "So what were you two discussing then that took so long?" Marie cracked an eye open, raising an eyebrow that was a mirror image of Logan's trademark one. Kitty just screamed out as she did it, "Oh My God he touched her!" Marie sent a withering glare at her and pushed herself upright in her seat.
"Actually Kitty ah touched him." Jubilee's head popped up from where it had been resting on the back of the sofa.
"On purpose Roguey babe? Or were you just copping a feel?" The rise in hormone around her was becoming visable to her as she breathed in their combined scents.

Deadening her gaze she levelled it at Jubilee before answering, "On purpose. He's helping me make up for the stuff that Scooter didn't teach me." Bobby's face dropped as he realised what that meant and Pete beat him to the punch.
"So what did he show you?" The gentle voice still tinged with a Russian accent never ceased to make Marie smile.
"If you get up ah'll show ya." Pete did, making sure to turn on his skin so she could touch him for a minute or so before she took on his ability.
Marie got herself into position and did the move quickly quietly and smoothly, leaving Pete holding a numb arm. Noticing she patted his arm softly, "Sorry Pete, sometimes ah get more than ah bargain for from Logan."

Both Bobby and Jubilee picked up on what she'd said and were soon crowding her demanding to know what else she'd picked up from him. She brushed them off quickly and made for her room, leaving her friends more interested in each other than what she'd said. It was true what they said, a good fight usually leads to a good fuck. Leaving them to it she went to find some calm relief in her bath where she could soak for a while.
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He'd been in his room for a few minutes only when he heard the thump come from down the hall. Turning his head back toward the door he opened it to come face to face with Pete and Kitty playing tonsil hockey outside Kitty's room. Pete was nearly naked and little Kitty wasn't so little anymore if the view that met his eyes was to be believed. Grumbling he shut the door, his own session in the danger room had taken the edge off but it hadn't solved the problem he was still feeling. He was in heat and he knew it, he'd have nailed every single female in here if it would do any good. But no he wanted someone who was just down the hall, someone who had no idea of the strain she was putting him under. Snarling he went to the bathroom, maybe a shower would help calm his blood down. Pulling the door open he set it for cold and opened the window wide, letting the still chilly air into his room. Maybe after tonight he'd be okay, he hoped so or Marie would hate him forever if she found out about his perverted need for her.

Thing was a part of him knew it wasn't perverted, it was basic and honest, *he* wanted her and his mind wasn't about to let him fuck this up again. He'd wait until Logan's guard was low and she was receptive to him as all females are at a certain point in their cycle. He'd just have to wait until she hit hers, smiling Wolverine retreated into the background his plans made.


The bath had helped her body relax but her mind had been another story, all it seemed to want to do was show her how much Logan's view of her was achievable. If she could use her touching sessions to learn; why couldn't she use them to try and control the flow of her skin? It was a noble cause and she'd be free to learn with the others then, she'd be able to free Logan to train everyone at the same time. Instead of her taking up most of his time, but all her brain did was interrupt her by showing her the expanse of his chest and the way it had shifted as he's fought with her.

Growling at her own frustration she'd been vicious with the exfoliator until her skin glowed. Standing up as the water drained away, rubbing her skin with the towel she let her concentration slip for a second. The presence in her mind shot forward taking hold of her and she felt her heart rate double. Shuddering at the sudden cold she dove for her bed, still naked she went under the covers. Her skin sending all sorts of pleasurable messages about the texture she was wrapped up in. The presence retreated knowing she'd follow her own urges now, sitting back and watching the imagination work over time as she tried to ease the frustration she'd been squashing down for days.

Logan above her, his body radiating heat into her skin, the soft cotton of his clothing against the hardness of his body. The way he looked right through her made her hands go straight to her sex, seeing him pull her closer to him until she was flush against him. His body arcing into hers, his hips already grinding against her, need raw and vital in his eyes as her hands worked on herself. Seeing his own large rough fingers touch her covered in soft brushed cotton, the force of them, the power held in check as he stroked her even as he rubbed himself against her thigh. Showing her how much she made him want her, just her scent made him crazy, the words tumbling from his lips as he licked and tasted her skin, teeth nipping her breasts through the top she wore.

Her body bucking into him hands locked on his shoulders as the wave crashed over her nerves, her voice loud as she cried out. The need still pouring through her as her body clamped on the fingers she had inside herself, it wasn't enough, it didn't feel right but it was all she had. Shifting the fingers inside herself as she tried to make it last, finally withdrawing them when the heat faded to a warmth that settled in her limbs. The image of Logan still over her in her head front and centre, his face smiling and the darkness in his eyes making her need spike. "Come get me." Snapping her eyes open she snagged her pajama's and put them on, just in time to hear someone knock at her door. Staying seated on her bed she raised her voice to be heard through the door, "Yeah?"
Jubilee's voice was on the other side, the concern evident.
"You okay chica? I heard you cry out, you have a bad dream; do you want me to get someone?" She caught her look in the mirror near her bed, the flushed face that met her gaze she didn't recognise. Taking her time to answer Jubilee knocked again, "Rogue? You okay?" It snapped her out of her trance and she answered her friend.
"Yeah ah'm fine Jubes just a dream ah'm okay honestly." She could still see her friends feet outside the door for a couple of heartbeats before she turned away and walked back to her room. Jubilee had never even considered that she'd been doing something other than sleeping and the thought made her heart grow cold. That even her friends saw her as sexless, she caught the mirror and the dogtag that Logan had given her after Alkali. It was the mirror of the one he'd given back to Stryker, he'd given it to her before he'd left again in an evelope with her name on it on his bed. She hadn't worn it but seeing it there made her put it over her head and tuck it inside her pajama's. Closing her hand over it she finally got to sleep, her dreams free of Logan or his dreams.

Six weeks, it had taken six weeks to get them into shape, it was now late April and Logan spent more time in the danger room than he was out of it. Even Storm had begun to complain to Xavier but as yet nothing had changed, he occupied it from 11pm to around 6am every day. When he was seen he was terse, controlled and very very business like. He trained them hard, pushed them past what they thought they could do and into what they thought was impossible.

True to his word everyday he touched Marie, showing her more and more techniques, things he didn't share with the other students. Like how to kill with her fingers, pressure points, the amount of pressure and how long to hold on. The ways he had of crushing a victim under him as he used their weight against them, turning his skeleton into an advantage to add to the pain he rained down on the person who was stupid enough to fight him. He even shared the way his blades worked, the knowledge making her itch to use knives. The way he tightened his wrists just before they struck something, the feeling it gave him when they entered flesh and the jarring ache when they hit stone.

With each touch came another picture of her and him wrapped around each other, their bodies trying to become one. After each training session Logan let them leave and he'd stay in the danger room. Marie would wait until she and him were the only ones left, then she'd reach out to him. Her fingers dancing over his skin waiting for him to blink or nod at her to touch him. Every single day without missing she'd touched him, and she was getting control over her skin. She could take in small amounts of information now as well as powers, she'd tested it on Jubilee as well as Logan. The smile it had produced from her friends had quickly become a round robin of who she was going to date now she could touch. She'd just left them alone while she'd gone to her room to find the image that she knew was there waiting for her.

Almost breathless she looked through the information he'd given her about silently killing from behind. All she found was a set of numbers in her head and the danger room door. His face swam into her minds eye, the smile on his face was something she hadn't seen for weeks, his voice rumbling deep as he whispered to her, "Come get me." There was nothing else there, only the code and his face smiling at her. No sex, no touches, no view of him other than this smile and the numbers. Taking a scrap of paper she wrote the numbers down putting them on her table next to the bed. Going into the shower she didn't hear the door of her room open and the eyes catch sight of the numbers on the table. Taking the numbers with them they left as quietly as they'd come in.

He'd wanted to talk to her, he was leaving at the end of the week. Scott could take over their training from now on, he'd been itching his heels too long and he needed to get out from under before he killed Ororo. She was pushing him about the time he spent in the danger room after hours. Not realising it was the only thing that was keeping him sane, Chuck knew but he wasn't about to tell Storm the reason he was using the room every night. He was sleeping down there, fucking Marie senseless in every way possible. Wolverine had calmed down somewhat when he'd been using the programs and as long he kept out of the real Marie's way he was okay. It solved the problem and that was all he was interested in, he'd fucked her every way through Sunday and then some using her ever changing records and stats for the simulations of her.

So he'd gone to tell her quickly that he was leaving again when he noticed the numbers on the table by the bed. It was his security code into the danger room, how the hell she'd gotten it was a mystery to him but he wasn't leaving it here with her. Sliding out of the room with it stuffed hastily in his pocket he didn't see it brush against his hand and float back down outside her room. His own self was working against him and he had an inkling why, Wolverine was tired of fucking light, he wanted the real thing and he was going to get her.

Marie came out of the shower dressed in her robe and noticed the paper missing, opening her door it was laid there in the hall just outside the door. Picking it up she went back inside and got dressed, leather gloves, long sleeve shirt, jeans and socks. Putting the number combination in her pocket she went for the elevator, toward something she'd been dreaming about for a month.
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He'd killed three ghosts in the cage tonight, he'd programmed the simulation to keep throwing opponents at him until he couldn't take any more. It was linked to his heartbeat when it reached a certain rate the enemies would stop. It wasn't how fast he beat but how slow, when he was tired he'd just concentrate on the flow of blood and slow it down. He'd been concentrating on the fighting when he'd finally noticed the sim of Marie,she was talking to another fighter at the bar. It made his blood pressure rise and he'd dispatched another ghost to silicon heaven before the fighter who'd been talking to her came forward. He'd draw this one out, make him suffer for even thinking of touching what was his. He couldn't have the real thing outside these walls but what he did have he'd defend to the death.

She liked this sim, it was fun, a fight bar where she could drink but not get smashed. Watching Logan pull apart the man she'd just been talking to and the look of hatred he'd given him as he'd walked upto the cage. She could smell his anger at the man and she wondered why he hadn't caught her scent yet in here. Maybe he wasn't really looking for her, but his eyes had locked onto her as soon as he'd seen her. Maybe he'd already programmed a virtual her to be here and he thought that she was the sim. That brought a smile to her lips as she cracked her knuckles under the gloves she wore. Taking a drink she watched him kick the remnants of the man to the floor. This would be entertaining, it might even be better than that she might finally get his attention.
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He'd been smashing opponents like they were made of straw when he'd finally noticed that the bar was nearly empty of customers. The sim had run for hours and he'd lost himself in the violence as if part of him knew he wouldn't be able to do this outside these walls. Marie was walking toward the cage, her steps light and her hips swinging. His throat was purring as she got up and opened the cage door, he'd expected her to walk over to him but she stayed on the opponents side and just cracked her neck. Her eyes grazed over his body firing his blood as her look settled on his groin a second too long before raising itself back to his face. "You need something sugar?"

He'd almost torn his jeans off after that comment but he needed the small amount of clothing he had left. This spring had been hard on his wardrobe and he needed some clothing. Raising himself from his fighting stance he approached her, eyes noting how she dropped her own stance and widened her feet. Rumbling her name to her he didn't understand what was going on until he remembered what he'd programmed into the computer. She was here as an opponent, suddenly smiling to himself as she began to circle him. Fine it'd show him if all the training he'd been giving her was paying off. The sim of her would react just like her but he wouldn't injure her, even he couldn't do that. An if she beat him? Well there was no one around to see it was there, besides being under that body would easily make up for any embarassment on his part. Spreading his hands wide he fired his blades and grinned wide, if she wanted to fight he'd fight but after this he'd be getting the fuck of his life.

It was balletic, a symphony of violence played out in movements stored in muscle memory, every single move countered quickly and an attack formulated only to be repelled again. Every single move a precursor, a tension building in both fighters, a laugh puntuated by a punch only to be growled at and a harsh slap of flesh on material answering back. Like the waves on the shore the flow of unrestrained violence washed over the pair, lost in the nature of it, the rawness of it all.

He'd just countered a move where she'd tried to catch his thigh by swinging her supporting leg out from under her. The counter was easy, she'd straddled him and was intent on crushing his waist when she'd slipped and landed on him face to face.
In that moment, that millisecond he realised that this wasn't a sim, this was *Marie*. Her sweat running down her face, the hunger in her gaze, the feel of her body trying to shift his greater weight. The way she shifted into him trying to get the better angle to hurt him, to crush the air out his lungs by forcing his diaphram closed. She was fighting for her life and she didn't care it was him trying to kill her, all she cared about was winning.

Pride made his pulse pound loud in his ears, she'd learned, she come far in six weeks both in control and in her training. His extra lessons had been worthwhile if she fought like this when she eventually went out there into the world but he still knew things she didn't. Picking himself up and her still struggling form he slammed her into the cage wall, his hands gripping the wire and pushing himself into her. Using his weight advantage to crush her, he scented her panic, knowing that this was how he'd killed women before. He'd suffocated them, forcing them back into walls and just leaning on them, getting closer with each breath until they couldn't breathe anymore.

Her gloved hands sought for purchase, trying to get her gloves off, so she could touch him, knock him on his ass with her skin. He watched as the lips he'd been dying to kiss began to go dark red, her head was at his chest level and she had no chance of touching him there. He almost howled out loud when she bit him instead, using her hips she ground herself down into him, feeling his excitement using it against him. He bucked hips first and his chest shifted away from her own letting her breathe. He still held onto the fence but kept his hips against hers, his breath slowing as his heartbeat began to lessen.

Slowly the rest of the bar disappeared, fading out as his heartbeat calmed, his gaze locked solidly on Marie until there were only them in the room. He was holding her ass, cradling her against his erection that was pushing insistantly into her warmth. Her scent was so good, he nearly came in his jeans as she shifted in his grip. Her eyes blazed as she moved, her voice filled with hunger mixed with frustration. "You gonna let me down sometime soon or am ah gonna have to kick your ass?"

His laugh vibrated through her making her skin temble with it, he grabbed her tighter and bared his teeth before answering her. "Why did you come down here?" His grip was solid and he'd know if she lied so she told him the truth.
"You wanted me down here, when ah touched you earlier, ah saw you sayin' 'Come and get me' and a bunch of numbers in mah head." Her accent was thickening, she did that when she was frustrated or annoyed she couldn't help it and it's presence told Logan she wasn't lying.
Nodding he brought his head closer to her own, licking the side of her throat upto her ear and watching her bodies reaction to it. The way she arched upward following his tongue, needing his touch on her skin, her eyes alive with want; her body humming with need.

"How long?"
"How long what?" He pulled her face close to his, so only millimetres kept their skins apart. Her eyes wide as he held her neck tight so she couldn't get away from him.
"How long have you wanted me?" To make his point he shifted his hand down under her ass, rubbing against her already damp centre. Watching her pupils widen as he did it, listening to her breathing stutter and shift, stroking her evenly, tenderly, reverentially. She was holy to him, needing care and attention, increasing the pressure on her as he saw her skin begin to flush.
"Answer me Marie. Or I'll let you go." Her hands gripped him to her, telling him everything he'd needed to know in that one movement but she had to tell him, he needed to hear it from her.

God she was in heaven, pressed up against him, his hands on her, his body singing with tension he wanted to release on *her*. When his fingers began stroking her under her ass she thought she'd faint from his touch but she didn't the feelings were too strong to allow that. She could feel the liquid wetness seeping through her underwear the longer he touched her. Knowing he could smell her need for him, when he'd said he'd let her go she'd just panicked. Grabbing hold of him and not letting go she'd forced her mouth to work. "Ever since you first touched me down here, you gave me somethin'." He nodded slightly bringing her lips to his and she felt his heated skin on her own, the slide of his tongue across her own dry lips. Pulling a sigh from her chest, one that sounded more like a whine than human speech. When he met her eyes again the darkness inside him was visable to her now and she wanted it.
"Every time you showed me somethin' you gave me somethin else, an image of us together, clothed or naked but we were together." The smile that it elicited from him made her skin goose; his fingers under her becoming rougher and the grip at her neck tightening. Her body beginning to move with him, rubbing against his erection, causing friction to build.

"You want that?" His voice a whisper against her skin, feeling the tension building in him as he waited for her answer. Concentrating Marie pulled her mind together, trying to gather her gift to pull it down and away. Opening her eyes and seeing Logan's own need shining out at her she met his lips with her own. Her hands holding him still as she kissed him with all she was worth, hips shifting and grinding against his own. Throat rumbling as she gave him everything, feeling the slight tingle of her skin in the background fading away until it went completely. When she broke away from him her head touched his own, eyes closed as she tried to remember where the switch was in her mind. What had made this control possible, finding it easily when she'd looked for it. The control coming when you wanted it to, when you needed it to. And she needed it now.
"Logan ah *need* you, NOW!"

He didn't need telling twice, moving swiftly he slammed them into the wall of the danger room changing his grip on her body as he pressed her to the wall. Hooking both arms under her, his gaze locked onto her own, her mewling and writhing raising his blood pressure even higher.
She listened to the sound of his buckle falling away and the sound of his jeans being shifted, then the sound of his claws being unsheathed. She stilled, froze as she knew exactly where they were right now and he needed her to be as still as possible. When the cool air of the danger room met her skin below the waist she knew he'd opened her jeans for her. He didn't put the blades away he kept them out, pushing them into the wall under her ass. When he moved her she rested on his wrist and fist, she was supported by him but still splayed wide. Feeling the heat of his skin on her sex made her buck and Logan growl.

He couldn't wait any longer, positioning himself Logan slid into her body, watching as her eyes flew wide and her hands almost went through his skin to his bones. Buring himself ball deep in her, the sides of her sex fluttering in waves as she tried to accomadate him. Her breath had stilled in her throat, her chest began to heave as he shifted inside her. Circling at first before pulling out of her half-way, the friction of his body rubbing against her already proud clit. His hand supporting her underneath while his free hand teased and groped her breasts. Seeing her lost to the sensations he was pulling out of her, everything he did she reacted to. The ways his breath covered her skin, the touch of his fingers on her breast, the lick and bite at her throat, everything she gave him was honest, the truth and it made his balls ache with it.

She'd died, this was heaven, the itch finally being scratched, the emptiness being filled over and over again. Now she knew why everyone hurried off to be with each other, but she'd had no fumbling messes here. Logan knew how to make her body sing, knew how to play her nerves like a violin to produce the sweetest music ever heard. She lost count how many times he made her go over the edge before he finally stilled. His skin wet from exertion and her legs felt like someone elses. He held her close to him and purred, rubbing himself all over her again. It reminded her of an old cat she'd owned, he'd rub himself against her leg when he was going out. Gripping him to her with tired hands she let herself fall away into oblivion the hum of her skin beginning to return. Mumbling to Logan before she fell asleep, "Mah skin, it's tinglin'."
There was the sensation of movement, of being shifted but her mind was off in never never land, endorphins were doing their wonders in her body making her drift off into a dreamless sleep wrapped up in arms that would never let her fall.

Marie woke to find herself back in her room, Jubilee was missing again and her body ached in a very pleasurable way. Rubbing her thighs together she remembered the feel of Logan's heavy hips against her own and it coloured her skin quickly.
Throwing off the covers she bolted for the bathroom, throwing herself under the shower taking note of the bruises that were signs of her exploits yesterday. She had to find him before he left, she'd known he was getting itchy feet and she needed to tell him that she wasn't expecting anything from him. That is if he didn't want anything from her, if he did well that was another matter entirely.
The Logan in her head was quite quiet about that, all he seemed to be doing was purring quietly to himself. Smiling at her reflection in the mirror she pulled the dogtag over her head again and went to find him.

She'd tracked him down to the stable block, where he was just stood smoking in the spring air. To look at him you'd have seen the tension gone from his body, the usual anger that had been present in him upto yesterday had eased and she hoped it had been her that had cured it. Hearing her steps he turned to look at who was coming, the smile that lit his features was for her alone and his gaze locked onto the dogtag at her neck. Nodding at it he spoke to her all seriousness again, "You sure you want to wear that?" His eyes were watchful as she moved closer to him and wrapped herself around his clothed body.
"Uh-huh. Ah'd have worn it yesterday but someone told me jewellry'll kill ya."

His hand dropped to the chain and the word on it, it marked her as property and part of him loved that but she wasn't property, she was an equal. Taking it and tucking it into her shirt his fingers grazed her skin showing her what he was thinking at that moment. Her eyes glazed for a second before her smile returned her body now flush against his, gloved hands moving quickly over heating flesh. "Sure you want to try that sugar? Ah mean it can be pretty cold outside until June up here." Pulling her toward the forest he saw her face split into a smile, hell he'd always be able to go looking for the idiots who hurt him but this was finite and he'd take as much as he could get before the wheels fell off. But looking at the beauty who was now pulling him along he doubted that even if it did go sour that she'd be away from him for long. There was something inside them both, something they both felt and filled from the other but for now he had to teach her how to scream his name loud enough to deafen everyone on their floor.