They piled into Logan’s truck, Marie talking quietly on the phone with her adoptive father. “Charles? It’s Marie…Mr. Hathorne and I had to leave the school because of security tests, and Jubilee is using our room for her Irish Lit project with Kitty and Markus, and I know you have that senator visiting today. So I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Hathorne and I are going to continue our lessons at his house. Is that okay?” She paused, casting a glance at Logan before reaching her left hand over and laying it lightly on his thigh. “Thank you. I’ll be home before seven. Okay, see you later.”
She shut her phone with a click and looked over at Logan, who had a bemused smile on his face. “That was some mighty quick thinking there.”
She gave a small nod, and muttered a thanks. He frowned, taking his eyes off the road to look at her. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She fidgeted, fingers twining and knotting around one another. “I have to tell you something.”
He felt a foreboding sinking in his stomach, afraid that she was going to tell him that she wanted out of whatever their relationship was and what it was leading to. Logan wouldn’t have too violent a reaction if this was the case; it would hurt, but he’d eventually move on. The Wolverine, however, would fight it tooth and nail and do everything in it’s power to keep her with them. “What is it?”
“I…” She swallowed, nervous tears filling up her eyes. “I know I told you I didn’t get the pill for…sex…but I’m…I’m not a virgin.”
His hands tightened on his steering wheel, the leather creaking slightly under his hands. Jealousy raged through him at the thought of anyone else touching his girl. “Oh,” he muttered gruffly.
“When…When I was…younger. I lived with a family in Frederick. My foster mom and older brother were so sweet, and they did everything for me. The dad, though…” She broke off, staring out the dusty window to her right, watching the sun settle over the hills. “He wasn’t so nice. He hit my mom and brother a lot, and threatened to do the same to me if I didn’t act as his little slave. Whenever child services came around, he would be Mr. Perfect, who never laid a hand on us. But…one night he came home, drunk, and he…” She broke off, clapping a hand over her mouth as a sob ripped through her throat.
Logan’s vision was blurring with anger, claws itching to make themselves known and attack something as he listened to what she was saying. He didn’t know what twisted game The Powers That Be were playing, but this girl they had chosen to torment had done nothing in her life to deserve the punishment she was receiving. “He raped you,” he croaked out, finishing the sentence for her.
She nodded, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. “He was careful, though,” she said bitterly. “Used a condom, made sure not to touch my skin. Tried to smother me with my pillow when I screamed and caught my mother’s attention. She came running in and hit him over the head with a lamp or a vase, I don’t remember. It was too late though. He passed out on top of me, and his cheek was against my neck and I…absorbed him. Almost killed him, but my mom pulled him off of me. She grabbed my brother and me and left for the police station. Last I heard, they were still in Witness Protection, and I was forced to another foster home. The ones after that were all so nice and kind to me, but it didn’t change the fact that he’s in my head. Every now and then he’ll talk to me, tell me how much of a freak I am, how nobody will ever want me.”
Swearing, Logan quickly pulled his truck to the side of the road and unbuckled his seat belt. Reaching across the car, he drew her to him, pressing a desperate kiss against her hairline as she cried against his chest. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, stroking a hand up and down he rback in a soothing gesture. “I’m so sorry.”
She sniffed against him, before drawing back and wiping her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “I just wanted to let you know. There’s nothing that can be done about it now.”
Growling, he turned to the front of his truck, shoving it into gear and thundering down the road towards his apartment. “Yeah there is. Just depends on what happened to the bastard.”
“I put him in a coma. He was on top of me for too long and he’s just been lying in a hospital bed for nine years.”
He raised an eyebrow in her direction, noting her defiant and somewhat proud expression that stood out from underneath the tear tracks and her red nose. He smirked, pleased with what she’d done. “That’ll do, then.”
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The pulled into the driveway of a stone house, one that looked much larger than she thought he would have owned. “Jesus,” she muttered, gazing at the large home. “You can afford this on a teacher’s salary?”
He laughed, slamming the car door shut and shouldering his messenger bag and grabbing her backpack out of her hands. “Fuck no, I can’t afford this on a teacher’s salary. Before I became a teacher, I spent a couple years making my way through a whole lot of Canada’s fight bars, earning thousands of dollars and the odd trinket. It’s how I won my first car. Though,” he added, taking her by the hand and walking her up the pathway, “it was a piece of shit. One day, I fought this guy who was going through the middle of a nasty divorce, and, to spite his soon-to-be ex-wife, bet the deed to their house and purposefully lost the match. Not that he stood a chance, anyway. So I came down here to check it out and figured, might as well settle down for once.”
He smirked at her as he unlocked the front door and led her into the front hall. “What do you think?”
She was silent for a few seconds, examining the foyer and craning her neck to see into the rooms on either side. When she appeared to be finished with looking around, he almost laughed when she asked, “Where’s the bedroom?”
He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, brushing the hair off her neck and placing a kiss on the nape. “Why don’t you let me show you?”
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He led her up the curving staircase, holding her hand in his as they traipsed slowly to his bedroom. She was admiring the photographs lined on the walls, black and white prints of landscapes and seemingly insignificant trinkets discarded on streets. Her fingers trailed over one that depicted a bedraggled stuffed animal laying forgotten on sand. Trash was littered around it, broken bottles and cigarette butts.
Logan felt her pause on the steps, and turned back to look at her. Following her gaze, he asked, “You into photography?”
She nodded, still gazing at the stuffed animal. “I took Photo II sophomore year, and fell in love with it. Not as like, a career. More of a hobby than anything.”
He stepped down from his position on the steps, coming to stand behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he hooked his chin over her shoulder and mumbled, “What do you wanna do?”
She shrugged, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the frame’s glass. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”
“Promise.”
She sighed, leaning back against him. “I wanna be a chef.”
There was a moment of silence as he absorbed this information, trying to suppress the surprise he felt at this revelation. She raised an eyebrow at his dumbfounded reflection. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’,” he muttered, kissing the back of her neck. “Just…was not expecting that answer from you. Thought maybe you’d make a career with the X-Men or somethin’ to do with English or History.”
She turned in his arms, lacing her arms around his neck and looking up at him with those big brown eyes. “I enjoy those things, don’t get me wrong. I love learning and all, and it’s actually how I discovered how much I loved baking. It was midterms three years ago and I couldn’t think of anyway to unwind. I went down to the kitchens, and met up with Markus Bilford. We call him Earthquake, cos…well it’s pretty self explanatory. Anyway, Markus’s dad is a chef, and he had taught Markus some recipes. He taught them to me, and they managed to calm me down. I started baking more cos I really enjoyed it, and it’s just…stuck.”
“What can you make?”
“Oh, lots of stuff. Chicken pot pie, quesadillas, breaded lemon chicken with herb rice, lasagna, crème brulee, chocolate torte, pies…” She leaned up, lips skimming against the shell of his ear. “Whipped cream…” She scraped her teeth over the sensitive cartilage, tongue flicking out slightly to wet the skin. “I could make you some next time I come over…”
Growling, with images of licking sweet whipped cream off of Marie’s naked body, he swept her up into his arms and completed their journey to his bedroom.
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Thirty minutes later, Logan sat on the bed, shirtless and jeans unzipped and haphazardly unbuckled as Marie straddled him. She was kissing him sweetly, with all the enthusiasm and passion a girl her age could possess. She was clad only in her matching undergarments: a soft, green cotton bra with “boy shorts” panties. Her hair was swept up in a ponytail that was slowly coming undone, a few tendrils curling around her cheeks and tickling his eyelids.
She pulled away from him, cheeks flushed with arousal and eyes glazed over. She lifted herself to kneel on her knees, tucking her fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled them down and off his thighs. Once the pants were known past his knees, he lifted one leg out of the jeans and then used his free foot to push them off completely.
He gathered her close to him again, kissing her as he rolled her over onto the dark navy down comforter. Pushing her further into the soft mattress, he ground his erection into her core, gaining a heady moan form her. He moved his hand slowly up her body, digging it into her hair and pulling the heavy tresses free from the ponytail. His hand traveled down the back of her neck to trail a little down her spine, before his fingers twined around the double clasp of her bra. In a swift move, he got it undone, and slide his hand under the wide cup in the front. She gasped, tearing her mouth away from his as his fingers tweaked her sensitive nipple, then brushed over the wrinkled skin around it. The way she bit her bottom lip drove him crazy, and, as he latched his mouth to her neck and made his mark there, he slid the straps of her bra down and all but threw it across the room. His mouth left her neck and crashed into hers, strong arms pulling her bare chest against his and relishing in the feel of skin on skin.
She shoved him away lightly, casting shy eyes down and away from him as she grasped her panties and pulled them down and off her legs, and then dove under the comforter, holding the fabric to her chest as she looked at him through hooded eyes. He rolled off the bed, standing next to her and slowly pulling down his boxers. He couldn’t help but be amused when her eyes widened at the sight of his erection.
“Oh, mah Lord,” she muttered, Southern drawl thickening with her anxiety. “Is…is that even gonna fit?” she questioned, looking up at him, all curiosity and fear and lust.
He chuckled, lifting the covers and crawling under them. “Oh, darlin’,” he murmured, planting a firm kiss on her lips. “I’ll make it fit. Don’t you worry.”
He fell easily into her soft embrace, kissing her with all the excitement a teenaged boy without control over his hormones would possess. They made out for a while, rolling around and enjoying the feel of intimate skin contact, the pleasure building to a point where they couldn’t take it any longer.
Slipping his tongue into her mouth and tangling it around hers, he held the base of his erection with his hand, aligning it with her entrance. Breaking his mouth away from hers, he ghosted his lips across her cheek and whispered, “Baby…I know you aren’t technically a virgin, but this still might hurt, okay?”
She nodded, bracing her hands against his shoulders and lifting her head up for a kiss. Slowly, he slid the head of his penis into her, and lowered his arm to brace his upper body against hers. He pushed her head into the mattress with his mouth, and thrust in with one swift movement. He felt her body stiffen, unsure of how to cope with the invasion of her body. She wasn’t crying, however, and he took that as a good sign.
No sooner had Logan thought that, then a tear slipped down her face, leaving a damp streak in its path. Every muscle in his body was taut as he struggled not to move, and he managed to grind out, “You doin’ okay, baby?”
She nodded, the bruising grip her fingers had on his shoulders lessening. “Just…strange.”
“I’ll make it real good for you, baby.” He pulled out and thrust back in experimentally, and her back arched, mouth falling open in pleasure. He smothered a grin against Marie’s chest as he pulled out and slid back in, finding a rhythm and pacing his thrusts. Soon enough, her body began to rock against his.
She moaned in his ear, hands grasping at his hair and nails scratching at his scalp. He was hitting spots inside her that he had never imagined existed, sending jolts of pleasure rocketing up her body and spreading through her fingers and toes. Her legs pulled back, wrapping around his waist until her heels dug into his upper thighs, just below his ass cheeks. She met him thrust for thrust, panting and moaning against his skin as he worshipped her body.
Suddenly, one of his arms looped under her knee, dragging her leg up and over until it rested on his shoulder, and angled his hips so that each thrust touched her in new places. He was grunting, sweating against her skin and dog tags that had been hidden underneath his shirts skimming across her breasts. His left arm shot out and grabbed for the headboard, pulling at it in order to gain leverage for his thrusting.
“God,” he heard her moan, and felt her nails raking down his back, leaving scratches that closed almost immediately. “Logan…f-feel so good, ungh…” Her body lifted into his, taking him deeper than she had been. Growling, he momentarily lost control and began to thrust into her willing body with abandon, a touch of Wolverine coming to the surface as he slid into her over and over again. A sobbing moan was ripped through her throat as pleasure shot through her system, overwhelming her mind and senses as Logan made love to her.
She had never thought she would be able to feel this, so afraid to let boys close to her after the terror she had suffered by the hands of her brutal foster father, the only one to treat her in such a manner. He had betrayed the trust that had been placed in his hands, and she had thought that his betrayal would scar her for life…
Until now…until Logan.
She cried out as the man in question thrust hard, dragging her out of her somewhat dismal thoughts. He was grunting out her name, beads of sweat rolling off of him and onto her as he took her in the most intimate of ways.
She felt something build within her, a pressure in her lower abdomen that demanded to be released, and was growing with an agonizing sweetness. Small, red hot tremors were pulsing within her, promising to lead to something bigger, and her hands slid to his ass and pulled him into her harder. “Please,” she whispered hoarsely, eyes fluttering shut. “Logan, please…”
She wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for, but he seemed to know. He was so close to coming, and if her moans and pleading were any indication, she was reaching that precipice as well and at a rapid speed. Leaning down, he kissed her hard, pulling back only to whisper assurances that he would give her what she needed.
One of his hands snaked between them, fingers trailing down to her clit before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped raggedly, thrusting her hips against his as he rubbed the small button of nerves. She moaned into his ear, and he pulled back as he pounded and rubbed her, needing to see her reaction, face to face, as he did this.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded gruffly. Her heavy lids lifted, and she gazed up at him with chocolate eyes glazed over in lust. He pinched her clit firmly once more, and her eyes shot open wide as she cried out, inner walls clenching and fluttering around him as she came.
It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Her eyesight was fading in slowly from the corners, pleasurable tremors racing through her body as she finally found completion. “Oh, Logan,” she gasped as she hit the peak of it, before slowly starting to come down.
His hand left her clit, slamming back into the mattress as he thrust into her three more times, the combination of her tightness and the residual shaking of her orgasm making it hard for him to hold back any longer.
With a loud cry that resembled a roar, he came, filling her with his seed and murmuring nonsense words that to him, translated into declarations of love. To Marie, however, it sounded like broken sweet nothings, ones that she couldn’t really understand but treasured all the same.
And when he collapsed, sated, into her arms, she wrapped herself around him and let him settle into her warm embrace.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
well, i lied. it was not a few days, haha. it was more like a few hours.
and...here's the chapter with the sexing. i hope you enjoy!
and...here's the chapter with the sexing. i hope you enjoy!