Rogue awoke the next morning to heavy pounding on her door. She glanced sleepily at her alarm clock. 10 am? On a Saturday? Who could possibly need her or Jubilee this early on the weekend?

She heard her roommate stir and mumble something about Benicio Del Toro and fencing before rolling over and clearly continuing her beauty sleep. Rogue rolled her eyes and walked to the door.

She opened it to find Logan in mid-knock. A jolt shot through her-he was back! When she found herself again, she launched at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and reaching up to give him a quick kiss on his stubbly cheek. She was not going to let him get away so easily this time.

Logan had almost stumbled backwards when she threw herself at him. Once he had recovered, he was able to enjoy the feeling of holding her small, soft form in his arms. His hands stroked the back of her head, soothing out her sleep-tousled hair. His eyes closed briefly when she pecked him on the cheek; he wanted more. As she drew back from her brief kiss, her face remained close to him.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"I know darlin', I know," he mumbled back. "Just know I never stopped thinking of you."

She smiled. Unable to hold back any longer, Logan slowly lowered his lips onto hers.

Rogue's eyes flew open in surprise but she quickly closed them, allowing herself to be lost in the sensation of Logan kissing her, something she had dreamed of for the longest time. Their mouths moved and slipped against each other, eventually parting and allowing both parties access. Their tongues parleyed and Rogue let out a little moan.

"...Benicio?"

The sound of Jubilee's voice brought Rogue back into focus. She yanked herself away from Logan, who grunted in annoyance. She turned around to check on her roommate who thankfully seemed have remained asleep.

"Logan," Rogue sighed, looking up him.

"Maybe we just go somewhere else," he suggested.

"Good idea."

Taking advantage of his arms still being wrapped around her, he ran his hands further down her sides, enjoying the curve of her hips along the way, and cupping his hands under her backside, he pulled her up and into his arms.

Rogue's breath hitched as she suddenly left the floor. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Logan's waist, though she felt shy about being so intimately close to him. She nevertheless hung on as he walked them swiftly down the hallway to his own room, saying nothing until they were safely inside with the door locked behind them. Immediately after he had ascertained their privacy, he spun them around to hold Rogue up against his bedroom wall.

He began to kiss her once more, hungrily this time, his mouth straying occasionally from her mouth to sweep down her neck and across her collarbone. Rogue was fast losing herself to the feeling of being touched. It practically had her on overload. She gasped as she felt him grind his hips up into her, letting her feel how hard he was. She wriggled down, rubbing her body against his. The shock of the sensation of being nearly joined in such intimate areas made her head swim. She let out a moan, which was quickly stifled by Logan's mouth.  

He pulled back and whispered, almost growling as he continued to grind against her, "Baby, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this with you."

"I think I have some idea," Rogue whispered back. "But Logan, Logan!" She gave his hair a sharp little tug, forcing his head back from where he had begun to lathe at her breasts through her tank top. He growled.

"Logan," she breathed, "I think we both know where this is going, but I don't want my first time to be up against a wall." She looked at him imploringly.

Of course, you dolt, he thought to himself. Take it easy for Christ's sake. There will be plenty of time later to fuck her six ways to Sunday (there had better be, the Wolverine snarled). Make this time count. He slowly nodded and backed off, putting her down.

Sighing, Rogue took his hand and began walking towards his bed, pulled him along with her. He allowed himself to be led. She stopped as the back of her legs touched the linen sheets. She looked up at him, silently beseeching him to carry on. He drew closer and ran his hands down from her shoulders, stopping to cup her breasts. Traveling further down, he found the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head. He smiled in satisfaction when he saw that she wore no bra. Her breasts, firm and creamy, were given his full attention, and he went to his knees to bring himself to their level. He caressed and sucked, rubbing her nipples until they stood hard against the rest of her softness. He could hear her heavy breathing from above, and could feel her hands as they ran through his unkempt hair. Wanting to hear more than just breathing, he kept his mouth at her chest while he started to sweep his hands further down her stomach. He reached her pajama shorts, and yanked them down, leaving her in only her underwear.

He ran two fingers over her panties down the strip where he knew she would feel it most. He was rewarded with a shuddering breath as she reacted to his touch. Unable to help himself, he let out his claws and tore her last remaining garment from her. Sheathing his natural weapons, his fingers traveled the same path once more, this time against her naked skin. He began to trace around the lips of her opening, teasing her, lightly brushing against her clit as if to hint at things to come. Her breathing was heavier still, and her grip on his hair was firmer. Enough was enough, he figured, and his fingers left their trail, plunging into her. Rogue cried out and yanked his hair simultaneously.

He had never been manhandled in such a way by a girl. He found himself very turned on by it.  

Grinning, he lowered himself further and nudged her legs further apart. The now familiar scent of her arousal was thick to him and he breathed it in as he had the previous night. She granted him access and he began to flick his tongue across her nub, all while his fingers continued to move in and out of her. He could feel her body start to sway as he found a rhythm and he put one arm up against her side, holding her in place. He continued to work for her, licking and sucking, until he could hear and feel her breathing become erratic and her body started to faintly convulse. He kept up his ministrations, and in a few moments, he felt her come. He held onto her until her body stopped shaking. Rising up, he kissed her once more, letting her taste herself on his lips.

She looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes. "Oh...wow," was all she could muster.

He smirked. "Ya all right darlin'?"

"Yeah, it's just I've never..."

"You've never come before?"

She sighed. "No, I have...but never like that."

Logan smiled proudly. "I aim to please," he informed her, before pushing her lightly back onto the bed. She moved herself back onto it and waited for him. Logan quickly disposed of his singlet and began to undo his pants and push them down. He glanced at her as he did, gauging her reaction.

He wasn’t disappointed. Rogue’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of a fully naked Wolverine. Her eyes raked over his taut, muscular body, drifting down over his cut stomach to the engorged organ that was now in plain sight.

Logan got onto the bed, coming to hover over her. Rogue parted her legs to permit him to rest between them. She gave a gasp as she felt his head, already dripping with need, brush against her entrance, causing her to buck her hips in response. Seeing how aroused she was getting, Logan rubbed his cock against her folds, savoring how wet she was. God, she is going to feel so good, he thought. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Marie, darlin’,” he called her back to attention.

“Mmmmh?” was all he got as she squirmed against him.

“Oh God…,” he groaned and tried to focus. “Listen, Marie, I gotta know before we go any further. Is this what you want?”

“Mmm, yessss.”

He could tell her thoughts were a little fuzzier than usual. He allowed himself a moment of pride before asking again. “Are you sure?”

She let out a frustrated sigh, “God dammit, Logan, yes!”

That was all the reassurance that he needed. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly began to thrust into her. She moaned and wiggled beneath him. Soon he felt the barrier of her virginity. Holding his breath, he forced his way through it, burying himself as far has he could within her tightness. He could feel her body tense and he looked down to make sure she was okay.

Rogue had felt nervous as she first felt him entering her. To tell the truth, she was a little surprised she could take all of him in on her first time. But this strange new feeling of fullness was wonderful…until she felt a sharp pain. She had known that it would probably hurt her first time though, so she swallowed her pain and simply nodded at Logan when she saw him looking down at her, his face filled with concern.

“I’m fine, keep going,” she whispered.

He started to slowly thrust in and out of her, and before too long she was no longer aware of any pain. She only knew Logan: the feel of him all over her and within her, moving up and down her body as he plunged in and out of her, his thickness rubbing deliciously against her nub.

Logan was in heaven. She was so warm and felt so good. He was impressed at how quickly she had learned to match his pace, moving together with him as one as he pumped into her. Changing things up a little, he rotated his hips in a circular motion, grinding against her. He was rewarded with a long moan as he moved within her at a new angle.

“O God… Loooogaaan,” she breathed.

His name rolling off her red, swollen lips drove him wild. He grabbed her legs and swung them up and over his shoulders, forcing her bottom up off the bed at the perfect angle. He pistoned in and out of her, knowing that he was hitting just the right place.

Rogue was fighting with all her might not to moan too loud, and especially not to scream his name like she so desired; she new the mansion’s walls weren’t particularly thick. The feeling of his hard, sweating body hitting against her own was amazing. As he slammed over and over again into her g-spot, she basked in the knowledge that he was working, doing this for her. She clutched at the sheets and rolled her head against her pillow, mussing up her hair.

The sight of Marie below him, clearly losing control nearly put Logan over the edge. Not wanting to go alone, he reached down and began thumbing her clit as he stroked into her. The combination of the two was enough to bring her to the point of ecstasy and she began to shake. He felt her muscles begin to convulse and thrust into her once more, to the hilt. As her inner walls tightened around him, he came along with her, moaning her name as he did.

They lay there afterwards, tired, sweating, happy, and still joined. A few minutes passed, and finally Rogue spoke up.

“Logan, don’t leave me again.”

Logan smiled down at her. “Darlin’, I may leave here again, but next time I will be taking you with me. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

Rogue grinned happily. “That would be fantas…mmmh” she was cut off by a sensation within her. “What was that?” she asked.

“Ready to go again baby?” Logan winked and flexed his muscles again, causing his once again hard cock to move slightly within her. She gasped again and nodded.

“All right, darlin’, but this time, you’re going on top.”