His nerves were bristling. Hands hurt and smell of fear filled tight
quarters of the Blackbird. He unsheathed his claws to see if they
had taken any serious damage and Jean and Storm nearly jumped out
from their skins. He wanted to run and hide. He wanted to rip
something to shreds. He wanted to cry. He wanted Marie. She would
make it all right. She would smile and not be afraid. Stench of fear
made him nearly gag. He pulled claws back in and tried to get more
comfortable on his seat, lowering the backrest and curling to his
side, as small and tight ball as his massive frame allowed. Hands
tucked against his chest, eyes screwed tightly shut he tried to
ignore foreign, assaulting scents and noises around him, calling
forth memories of Marie. It wasn't working. Icy coldness started to
set in him, spreading from inside out and he started to tremble. His
muscles started cramping. A shock. His body was on full alert; he
was ready to bolt at any second now.

There was a hand on his shoulder. Jean. She was shaking him and
asking something he couldn't comprehend. He crawled away from her,
away from her prying eyes. He realized vaguely he was crying,
wailing and sobbing like a child. He couldn't make himself care
enough to stop it. Jean inched closer to him and he released his
claws, wanting her to back off, stay the fuck away from him. He
wanted… No. He needed Marie. He needed to get out of here, right now.

He could hear them, shouting after him. He didn't stop. His heart
raced. He could smell jet fuel and concrete. They were home. Marie
was somewhere out there. He tore through door and jumped down,
dropping on his haunches. Lifted his head and took in scent. There
was another door. It was open.

She was sitting on her bed, studying for upcoming math exams when
door to her room suddenly burst open. Logan lunged to her in a blur
of black leather and claws, hands wounding around her waist and face
delving to her lap, babbling incoherently, crying and shivering.
Books and papers went flying to the floor.
"Get away from her!" Words were shouted with commanding voice. Scott
stood in the doorway hand lifted to his visor. Readying to shoot if
necessary. Logan's grip around her tightened and now she started to
make sense of his slurred words.
"Make them go away… Please… Make them go away." Claws started
digging through her clothing and she winced a bit, but put a
reassuring hand to his shoulder. Tremors wracked his whole body. He
was in a full-blown panic.
"I'm warning you! Release her now!" Scott shouted. Marie could see
Jean and Ororo standing behind him.
"It's okay, Scott. He just needs you to back up a bit. He's a little
scared right now. Could you… Could you leave us alone for a minute?"
Scott assessed the situation in front of him. Wolverine looked
indeed scared out of his wits, clinging to Rogue like his life
depended on her.
"Be careful," he mouthed to her and retreated, closing the door
after him.

"Logan? Could you put away those claws?" Familiar voice. Marie. He
had finally found her and she was rubbing his head and it felt so
good. He snuggled deeper in her embrace. She had made them go away.
He still couldn't bring himself to relax or let her go. He listened
her breathing and her heart, sounds of her body.

"Logan. Claws." She said it with a sharper tone. Logan's head
snapped up and he was now staring at her face, blinking his eyes
furiously. He furrowed his brow.
"What do you mean? Claws?" He asked.
"Could you put them back in? This hugging and cuddling would feel
much nicer if they weren't digging in my back every time I move."
"Sorry. Didn't even know they were out." She could feel muscles in
his hands shifting. Soft hissing noise and she could feel his hands,
now splayed, on her lower back. They were cold as ice. And Logan was
still trembling. Suddenly he held his breath and Marie could feel
his whole body tensing.
"What happened?" She asked. Logan let go from her and slid on the
floor, leaning his forehead to her knee.

"Magneto happened. Took over my body. I almost killed Summers."
Worst was over. He was able to form coherent sentences. His joints
still ached. Magneto had jostled his insides for good.
"Come on, lets get you out of that leather," Marie murmured and
helped him to stand up. She opened his uniform and he hissed when
cool air caressed his sweat-slicked skin.
"Would it hurt to wear something under this?" She asked, starting to
peel black leather off from his skin. He shivered and shrugged his
shoulders, pulling his hands free from the sleeves.
"You probably can get the rest by yourself. I'll go and draw you a
bath."

"I have only this lavender –scented bubble… Whoa!" Logan was
unceremoniously stripping her. First one to go had been her shirt.
When he couldn't get the fly from her jeans open he sprung his
claws, and cut of the rest of her clothes. Soon she stood next to
the bathtub as naked as he.
"Uh… What are you doing?" She had barely time to flip her mutation
off. He scooped her up and stepped to the tub. He lowered them to
water slowly.

She fit perfectly against his muscled frame. His long limbs wrapped
around her, face hidden to the side of her throat. He just held her,
taking in her scent and listening to her blood streaming under her
skin. She had drawn him a bath before, but this time something was
different. It didn't feel right to climb in alone, so he had taken
her with him. She had been surprised, but she didn't seem to mind.
On the contrary, he could feel her hands rubbing his knees and
calves. He let out a trembling sigh and tightened his hold around
her. Water was warm. She was warmer, and smelled good enough to eat.
He licked her neck once, just to satisfy his curiosity. Yes. She
tasted as good as she smelled.
"You're not going to fall asleep in here?" He heard her asking.
"No. And thanks."
"For what?" She asked.
"For not being afraid. I know this isn't… This isn't right. I
shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't make you do this. You don't have
to tell Bobby. I won't… I don't want…"
"Hush. You don't make me do anything. I'm here voluntarily," she
hushed him and took a sponge from the shelf above the tub.

Coarse surface of the sponge scraped over his skin, scrubbing away
filth, and bits of guilt he felt for his actions. She was talking
all the while she cleaned him. He closed his eyes and leaned his
head to the brim of the tub, just feeling and hearing.

"Can I stay?" He asked hesitantly when bath was over and she was
toweling him dry. She stopped and seemed to think about it.
"I… I know you're with Bobby and everything, I just thought…" She
didn't say anything so he continued.
"I can sleep on the floor. I just don't want to be alone. Or I can
go. Yeah. I should go." She threw away the towel, took his hand and
led him in to her bed.
"Bobby doesn't need me," she said, waited until he had settled
comfortably and laid down next to him, curling against his back, one
hand rubbing his stomach assuring. Slowly it trailed lower. Logan
tensed when her fingers brushed patch of hair, then his cock.
"We don't have to… You don't have to…" He started to turn over. She
allowed it and curled tight against his side when he lay on his back.
"I know I don't have to. But I want to."
"What about Bobby?" Logan asked.
"I don't want to come between you two."
"You have been there from the beginning. At least that was what he
said tonight, just before he broke up with me."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not. He was right. Being with him I felt always like I cheated.
Like he was the other man. I think it's time to move on to the right
man. Only man in my life," she whispered and took a hold of him
again, stroking gently.

Feel of her hands on him made him shiver and sigh. His throat felt
dry.
"Are you sure I am that man?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear
her answer, but he had to ask. His hands drew lazy patterns to the
skin of her back. His hips started to move almost automatically,
grinding his erection against her palm. She didn't answer verbally.
Instead she drew him closer, bringing his lips to hers. First touch
was feather light, more of a breath than a real kiss. He could read
her answer from her eyes.

He pulled her on top of him, letting her sex grind against his, and
kiss they shared now was more brutal, teeth gnashing together,
tongues dueling for dominance. When she came up for air he moved her
to a better position letting his cock sink in to her partially. She
gasped but held her gaze locked to his.
"This is for life," he hissed when she leaned back, taking him in
completely.