*SLAM*
"Marie! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!" The Wolverine was NOT HAPPY. Which would be understandable if things in his life weren't so perfect. Perfect job (getting to kick the shit outta bad guys is cathartic in the extreme, and doing it legally is even better), perfect apartment (free room and board in posh surroundings), perfect chicks to chase, and perfect little protégé who adored him. Yeah. Right.
That seemed to be the problem though. Marie had decided that she would rather spend time with Gumbo than him on their 'Let’s See What Kind of Trouble We Can Get Into Without Being Caught Night'. Perfect protégé his ass. He had seen what she was going to be wearing on that 'date'. No one should see that much of her bare skin; it was downright indecent! And to make matters worse, it was TOUCHABLE.
All he had done was try to discourage her from wearing that scrap of cloth that she called a dress, and was it really his fault if she took it the wrong way? Apparently so, because she had run out of his room like he'd lit a fire under her ass. What a nice ass at that. Smacking himself for thoughts he shouldn't be entertaining about his little Marie- ~Yeah, bub, she's real little.* Snort* So little that she's goin' and abandonin' yer dumb ass for GUMBO of all people. So they can DO things. Things that no one should do ta her. And why? 'Cuz she is OURS.~
::Shut up.:: Logan swung his jacket over his shoulder to take the bike out for a spin hoping that it would take his mind off Marie (A/N yeah right. Like that's gonna work in this story.)
//This was maybe not such a good idea, Logan.
Nah darlin', trust me. If ya really want Logan's dip-shit clueless hide, this is how ta do it. //
// Yeah, like this plan of yours is working, shuga. Dress in as little as possible- check. Hang out with him as much as possible- check. Touch him at any and all available times- check. Go out with someone he has no respect for after setting up a routine- check. And what does he do? He says I look like a hooker in the first nice dress I've worn since Meridian. Now tell me O' Wise and Venerable InnerLogan, how the FUCK does this add up to me getting some in-between-sheets action with OtherLogan? Hmmm?
"Petit? Is sometin wrong wit your dinner? Or is it sometin t' do wit that hairy beast man, non? Did he say sometin 'bout you goin wit Remy, non? Well don you be worrin' 'bout him. He didn' see what a beautiful chere he had. So you just let Remy make you fo'get dat fool."
//And then there's Remy. * Sigh* Remy had placed a hand high up on her thigh, stroking it languidly. And his cologne was too strong.
"No, Remy, everything is perfect, shuga." Marie gently removed his hand from her leg and attempted to look interested in the mindless chatter Remy had spilling from his greasy lips.
Well darlin', you definitely picked someone I can't stand, either here or out there. Ugh. He's icky. And smells bad. I'll never understand why all those girls want him. I thought they were smarter than that.
// Icky? * giggle* You said ICKY!
She could see him shrugging in her mind. Ya're rubbin' off on me, what can I say? And I just wanted to hear ya giggle. It’s cute.//
Finally she had managed to get away from the date from Hell. As she strode up the stairs she wondered how everything had gone so bad. She knew that a lot of guys thought she was pretty. And having InnerLogan tell her that she was beautiful at all opportunities was good too. She was smart. Fun. Jean was still the favorite overall, but everyone loved her just as much.
Opening her bedroom door she plopped down taking off her shoes and stockings. Slowly the tears started to fall from her eyes, as they did most nights. It'll be all right, darlin'. We can be an ass sometimes. Still confuses the hell outta me why ya'd want us. But we love ya, darlin', and we may be slow on the uptake, but we ain't stupid.// Her InnerLogan was holding her close as she quietly cried herself to sleep for the millionth time.
The smell of salt assaulted his nose. He had come to apologize to Marie for the hooker remark, but he couldn't help but wonder why her room always smelled of salty sweet tears. ~Well duh, asshole it’s ’cuz she's cryin'.~
::I ain't that stupid. I know that. But why the fuck is she always cryin'? That's what I wanna know. And every time I bring it up she changes the subject. I've tried everythin' I can think of. And why the fuck am I talkin' to you?::
~’Cuz ya're too stupid to see that our mate is unhappy that we aren't makin' her full of our cubs, ya dumb shit. She's fertile, ready and definitely wantin'. Can't ya smell it? Taste it in the air wherever she's been? How it gets so strong when we are near that even the others can smell it? It’s unnatural for such a good mate to be left unattended so.~
Shaking his head he opened Marie's door. Laying there, curled around a pillow, tears leaked out of eyes closed in sleep. ~See what you've been doin' ta her? This is what happens when someone like her is denied. Eventually she will take another. Someone who doesn't want her. Who doesn't love her. Who won't protect her. Not like we do. Yer bullheadedness is causin' us all to suffer.~
::Better she suffers some now, then when we can't hide what we really are. She don't know 'bout us. Don't know 'bout you. Or the shit we've done. Eatin' bleedin' flesh from a dyin' animal. She don't need a monster like us. She ain't one. She's good. Too good.:: Logan sat on the bed and stroked the hair off her face, content to just watch her sleep for awhile. The tears had stopped now and she was snuggling closer to him. Sighing she turned and wiggled her back into his solid thigh. Contentment washed through him as she sighed happily again. Feeling her so close, and smelling the sleepy arousal drifting slowly into her scent, he felt his pants get several sizes too small.
Shifting slightly he attempted to relieve the tightness some. Marie rolled over once again facing him. A small smile curved her sleeping face as she snaked an arm over his waist. Nuzzling against his side she blinked her eyes slowly, to look up at him.
"Logan? Shuga?" The remnants of sleep made her voice a purr that shot straight to his groin, but he stayed by her side with his hand resting on her head.
"Marie, we need ta talk." He found himself saying. Her smile dissolved from her face as she looked away from him.
"I know. And I understand, Logan. I do." Looking back up at him again she sighed. "But I don't want to. I know that you don't really want me like that. Even though InnerYou is always tellin' me that ain't so. He's probably just been tryin' to cheer me up. It's typical of you. Just tryin' to protect me. I know. I know." Her voice started to crack at the edges as she spoke and it was breaking his heart. He knew she had him in her head and that version was most likely doing whatever it took to keep her happy, just like he was. ~She ain't happy, bub. And neither are we. Fix it like ya always do. You can make her happy. We do a lot of the time. Just let it all go.~
Taking a deep breath while looking in her eyes, he questioned all his motives for why he kept them apart. They were always together anyway. And when they were he always felt complete. He knew she did too. It was even in her scent. Coming up with no real logical arguments he gave himself permission to let go all the reasons that wouldn't work anymore. Her age. Her goodness. His past. The animal inside him that had strangely enough not been trying to push to the fore all the time since he met her. The need for the approval of the other residents. None of those were good enough reasons anymore. Her happiness was too important to risk on his fears. Slowly he leaned down, all the while holding her eyes.
Touching his mouth to hers, he let his eyes slide closed. His tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip, tracing it lightly. She flinched at the unbrotherly kiss. Panic started to rise up in him as he pulled back from her. Maybe that wasn't what she really wanted. Maybe she didn't love him. But before he could shift too much farther from her, she lunged up to hold his face to hers as she licked at his mouth.
His hands buried themselves in her hair of their own volition as he slid down on the bed next to her. Their legs tangled, as did their tongues. Pulling back to come up for air, he just looked at her. Cheeks flushed, lips bruised from the kissing, hair messy from his grasping fingers, and eyes bright with arousal and fear. The fear brought him up short. Tilting her head up he had to ask. "Do ya love me, Marie? I- I need ta know.. if this is what ya want-"
She rested her head against his and nuzzled him. "Logan. You can be such a man. Do I love you? The real question has always been, can you let me love you?" Looking up at him she stroked his hair away from his temples. "Can you?"
Unable to speak, he pulled her whole body closer to his holding her as tightly to him as possible. "I take that's a yes?" He nodded his head while burying it in the crook of her neck. As she looked down at him resting there with his eyes squeezed shut and some of her hair drifting over his face, a laugh bubbled up from the depths of her body.
Logan's eyes blinked open as he grunted in annoyance from the shifting caused by her laughter. "Whut?" Marie kept giggling as he looked more and more peeved. "What ya laughin' at ya damn beautiful woman?" She stuck her tongue out at him. Rolling her underneath him, he just looked at the grin on her face. "What?"
"You looked cute. You were hiding in my hair, shuga. Big Bad Wolverine.. Is a cuddler!" She stopped laughing and became sober. "And I wouldn't have him be any other way. I love you, Logan." Marie shifted her hips a little trying to get more comfortable, when she felt Logan's hardness against her pelvis. He groaned at the friction on his groin, and her panties got soaked instantly. His nostrils flared as the smell slammed into his sensitive olfactory nerves.
"Marie..God." He skimmed his hands down her arms to her thighs, then up the skirt of the dress she was still wearing from earlier. She had her hands tangled in his hair as he caressed her hips. "Marie..." She was moaning softly from his touches as he rocked into her gently.
"Oh God, Logan. Please. Please." Her hips bucked up to him hard causing his head to sink down into her neck as he bit back a moan.
He kept rocking into her as she writhed underneath him until she flew apart. It was rather quick really, just a few moments of stimulation to her touch-deprived body and she was spent. But she wanted more. Needed it. Gliding small hands under his shirt covered chest, she stroked his soft skin, marveling at how it rippled and bunched as his muscles shifted. Tugging at the shirts she tried to get them off of him so she could watch the taut play sinew and skin. He grinned at her enthusiasm and yanked the offending coverings from his body. "All of them, Logan. Take everything off. Please." His breath caught at the desperate need in her voice.
~See bub, toldya she needed this.~
::Shut up! I'm busy!:: His inner self chuckled at him as he veritably ripped his boots and pants off.
Then he proceeded to climb back on the bed, and crawl forward like a stalking animal to Marie at the head of it. Pouncing on her he stretched out over top of her with her hands pinned above her head. She looked up at him feeling his hard length pressed over her panty-covered femininity. She licked her lips and rubbed herself like a cat up against him, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head as he growled.
"Marie.." It was a breathless groaning whine, and music to her ears. She wanted him to sound like that as often as possible.
He slid down her body to tear off her offending underwear that was preventing him from thrusting into her body. Caressing her mound lightly with his hand he watched her body undulate against the bed, stretching her dress tightly across hard peaked breasts. That just wouldn't do. She had to be bare to his hungry gaze.
After that too had been torn from her body, he couldn't help but stare at her. She had to be the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Skin such a pale shade of alabaster with the smooth pink glow of arousal tinting it. Rounded shoulders sloping to the high firm breasts peaked with rosy brown nipples distracted him momentarily from the rest of her perfection. A waist, trim and neat, flared to round hips and belly curving into thighs that were long and lean. Then he allowed himself to look towards the juncture of her thighs.
Auburn curls, glistening with juices from her prior release, called to him. Sinking his head between her thighs he bit gently on her right one then the left. A harsh groan was torn from her throat as he opened her lips swiping her with his tongue. As Logan thrust his tongue into her sopping entrance, he felt her hands curl into his hair. Pulling his tongue out to lick at her peaked bundle of nerves he heard her wail out a release. Diligently he went back to kissing her vaginal opening, using lips, teeth and tongue to bring her to the brink again and again, but not let her fall into oblivion.
"O-oh-OH GOD LOGAN PLEASE!! Ooooo.. PLEASE!"
He could never really deny Marie anything, so he quickly brought to her the mind-shattering orgasm he had been promising. Her hips rocked against his mouth for several moments while he lapped at the liquid ambrosia as soothingly as he could. Clambering up to lay out next to her he held her close letting her catch her breath.
"Mmmmm..Logan. That was soooo good...*sigh*" She was practically purring from his earlier attentions.
"More than happy to do it, darlin'. More than happy." She glanced up to see him smile with the softest look of contentment she had ever seen gracing his handsome features. It was completely devoid of smugness or uncertainty as to her feelings for him. Simply it was full of the love he had for her shining through. But his prominent erection was reminding her that while she had had several cookies (as her cousin used to say, "Sex is like a Chinese dinner, you ain't done 'til you've both gotten your cookies.")
Throwing a leg over his hips she looked down at him. "Well, well. What an interesting situation we're in now, hmm, shuga?" she hummed as she slid on to him, containing the slight wince that signaled the loss of her virginity. His hips slammed up to meet Marie's first tentative thrusts because the pleasure was just too much. Strong hands grasped her hips, raising and twisting slightly as he brought her down again, then up, again and again and again, until they were shaking the bed, screaming out their mutual completion.
Collapsing in repletion they drifted off to sleep with quiet "I love you's".
~Aren't ya glad ya changed yer mind, bub?~
::Shut up, Wolverine. I'm tryin' ta sleep with our mate. And, ok, so you were right. Now quit buggin' me and piss off.::
Toldya you could change his mind. Happy now, darlin'?//
//Yes. Now get some sleep, Logan. ‘Cuz I'm going to wake up in a few hours to make sure he stays with his mind changed thank-you-very-much.
(A/N: InnerLogan and Wolverine wanted bigger parts, that's why I added that needless bit.)
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And I actually do like Remy, but I had to make him a pig in this one. It was just too easy. DEDICATION! IT’S VERY IMPORTANT!: This is for you Astyala! Happy Birthday! Since I don't have a Hugh/Logan/or Orli Bloom clone to send you I hope this will do! And look I sorta beta'd it myself...(Hey I tried! Really! Stop throwing things at me people!)
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~Wolverine~
::Logan::
//Marie
InnerLogan in Marie's head//
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~Wolverine~
::Logan::
//Marie
InnerLogan in Marie's head//