He slowly lowered her to the ground and drew her
down onto the cool grass with him.
As they lay catching their breath he looked into her feral eyes and
heard her growl softly... "Thank you."
He caressed her body, but didn’t respond to her thanks. His instincts
and his brain were pulling him in opposite directions. One was telling
him that he had gotten what he wanted, so now he could leave. His
instincts told him that he wanted to stay and that this woman could be
more than just a one-nighter.
He felt her shift her weight and stand up. Her scent had changed, too.
Sensing he had done something to make her feel uncomfortable and
possibly regret what had just happened between them, he stood and
followed her back into the motel room.
“You figured it out, didn’t you? The fight at the bar, the news
report, your loss of memory?” Her back was still towards him as she
spoke.
“Not all of it, but parts.” He put his hands on her shoulders to ask
her to turn around but she pulled away from his grasp. “Can you tell
me what happened?”
She sat down on the bed and wrapped the sheet tighter around her body.
Neither of them was truly naked, but he felt the need to put on his
jeans. Having this conversation in his boxers seemed weird. Once he
was zipped, he took off his gloves, sat next to her and held her to
his chest.
“It’s okay, really. Whatever you tell me, it’ll be okay.”
They had already told each other they were mutants. He didn’t think
there would be anything more difficult than that to discuss.
“I didn’t tell you everything that happened because I didn’t want you
to blame yourself.” She lowered her voice further. “You already carry
around so much blame.”
“How would you know that, darlin’? We’ve only known each other for a
day.” He chuckled, trying to make her truth seem less true to himself.
Then he took a more serious tone. “You’re not a telepath are you? You
told me your skin was your mutation.”
“I’m not a telepath, Logan.”
He jumped off the bed at her using his name. They hadn’t introduced
themselves at that level. He had told her to call him Wolverine and
she told him her name was Rogue.
“It’s the way my skin works. I don’t just hurt the people who touch
me. I absorb their energy, their life force. The more powerful the
pull is, the more gets transferred.”
“Transferred? I barely touched you.” He paced in front of her.
“I think it was the stress of the situation. I was terrified, you
were… you were pissed. I think those emotions made the absorption pull
faster.”
“Okay. So now tell me what happened. The whole story.” He was angry
that she hadn’t told him this before. To accentuate his point
further, he popped his claws. “Don’t leave anything out this time,
darlin’.”
“Okay.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew she was
going to have to tell him eventually.
“You remember knocking that first guy out and reaching to get the
other asshole’s hands off me?”
He nodded, signaling her to continue.
“I already told you that you touched my arm and then collapsed. Well
when you touched me all your anger at what those guys did flowed
through me. It mixed with my feelings of being violated and…I snapped.
I ran through the bar in a blind rage.” Her breathing started to
quicken and her voice turned rough; tears fell from her eyes. “I felt
like I had gone berserk. When I finally came back to myself I saw what
I had done, grabbed you off the floor and just ran out of there.”
Logan was shocked by her story. The fact that his anger was strong
enough to make a little thing like her commit such horrible acts
pained him to his soul. But there was still one thing he felt she
skirted around.
“On the news, there was so much blood at the scene. You didn’t have a
weapon, how did you actually kill all those guys?”
“I think the element of surprise was a large factor; none of them were
aware of what was happening. And…”
“And?”
“And then there were these.” She flexed her wrist and three bone claws
cut through her hand.
Logan stared at her hand and appeared to study it.
“How?” He sat down in the chair behind him.
“With mutants, I also absorb their ‘gifts’; their powers. Usually they
disappear after a little bit. But I’ve never absorbed a ‘physical’
mutation before…” Her voice trailed off and she retracted the claws,
the cuts healed almost instantly.
“I didn’t know those were a part of my mutation. I thought these were
just something the lab came up with.” He sighed, retracted the metal
blades and ran his hands through his hair. “I guess they were
‘inspired’ by the originals.”
***************
They stayed up all night; talking. He about his amnesia and she about
what she had absorbed, trying to make sense of the new personality in
her mind. Mostly, though, he held onto her and comforted her while she
dealt with the fact that she had killed eight people.
It was morning by the time she’d cried herself to sleep. He sat with
her, stroked her hair and listened to her heartbeat.
He was totally outside his realm of understanding. He couldn’t
remember ever sitting with anyone while they cried before. Logan
didn’t want to think about what would happen when she woke up. They
both had lives beyond their meeting at that bar. She had to have a
family or someone who’d be expecting her to return; someone who
wouldn’t be expecting her to return with him in tow.
He briefly considered taking her with him, but he had nowhere to call
his own. He’d been living out of his truck and driving wherever the
urge took him. That option quickly got discarded.
No matter where they went, they had to get away from here. Rogue
hadn’t killed everyone at the bar as she thought. By now, the police
have probably gotten his description from the bar bimbo who’d gone to
the bathroom before Rogue had entered the bar. And that would be the
least of their problems if the bar had any surveillance cameras.
“Shit.” Logan slowly left Rogue’s sleeping form and turned on the
television. “Might as well see what’s new out there.” The newscast
they caught yesterday had said that the authorities had no information
that could be released. Logan thought they’d have something by now.
He didn’t have to wait long. An anchorman was in the middle of his
report once the sound came on.
“Authorities are looking for this man. At this time he is not
considered a suspect, but officers want to question him in regards to
the barroom murders. It is not known if he is from the area, but
everyone is urged to call in any information they may have.”
The sketch the police released didn’t look anything like Logan; more
like George Clooney with a beard. Thanking the distributors of
whatever alcohol the bar bimbo drank he turned off the television set.
When he turned around, Rogue was sitting up against the headboard. He
had been so engrossed in the news report that he hadn’t heard her wake
up.
“So, they aren’t looking for us?”
“Nah. But, George Clooney might get picked up for questioning.”
They both laughed lightly at that, but then an uncomfortable silence
settled over them.
“So I guess we can go about our lives, then?”
“I guess so.”
“Well that’s good.”
“Yeah.”
“Only…” she started to say something but then stopped herself.
“Only, what?” he asked and sat on the bed next to her.
“Only I don’t want to go without you.”
Logan was shocked by her statement. He knew he didn’t want to leave
her behind, but he hadn’t realized that she’d want him to stay around.
Her face took on a distant look and she lost herself in thought. Logan
watched her eyes lose focus. It seemed as if she was having a
conversation with herself and he felt like he just disappeared from
the room.
He smirked while watching her. Her eyes expressed everything he had
been thinking about and a worried crease formed at her brow. Logan
reached out, grabbed her by the shoulders, placed his mouth over her
left breast and threatened to bite down on her nipple with his teeth.
“Hey!” Finally distracted from her thoughts, she smacked his head
away. “What was that for?”
“I needed to get your attention. I didn’t have a clean scarf I could
use to kiss you, but you still have on your bodysuit; so I improvised.
“Improvised, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“So, sugar. What was so important that you needed to get my
attention?”
“I just wanted to tell you that we don’t need to plan out our whole
lives right now. Let’s try something easy. You hungry?”
She raised her left eyebrow and looked him in the eye. “You buyin’?”
“Definitely.”
“I’ll get my bag.” She jumped off the bed and headed for the door.
Logan cleared his throat and she turned to look at him. He pointed at
her nearly nude form. “You may want to let me get it for you. That’s
not really a ‘walk around outdoors’ outfit.”
“Oh, yeah. Oops. Almost gave the locals a free show.”
“And I think one show a day’s enough.” His words reminded her of what
they did last night outside and she blushed.
“You think anyone saw us?”
“Don’t think so. But that squirrel probably won’t be the same.” Logan
figured if anyone had seen them they’d know she was now his and they
wouldn’t try anything if they valued their life.
Rogue laughed as she fished his keys out of his jacket and threw them
at him.
“What’s so funny, darlin’?”
“Nothin’. Your voice in my head growled at the thought of someone
seeing us last night.” She walked over to him, swaying her hips. He
felt his eyes swaying in time with them. By the time she reached him
and touched his chest he was damn close to drooling.”
The scent of her arousal mixed with the musk of their sex the night
before was affecting his animalistic side and he let out a low growl.
A sexy, cat-like grin spread across her face and all at once the
sexual tension she had created left the air and she giggled. “Just
like that one, sugar.”
She turned towards the bathroom. “The bag’s behind the passenger
seat.”
Logan growled again. He wasn’t going to let her toy with him that
easily. He waited until she was close to the bed then launched himself
at her.
She landed with a thump and he pinned her arms over her head. With one
hand he held both her elbows down while he removed his belt with the
other.
She lifted her hips and she came into contact with his growing
erection. Logan gasped at the touch, but was determined to reign
himself in; this was only to teach her a lesson. He placed his thigh
between her legs to stop her squirming.
“Oh, come on Logan. I was just playin’ with you.”
“I know. Now it’s my turn to play.”
He wrapped the belt around her wrists and looped the buckle end
through the headboard. She struggled a bit against the bond, but
before she could free herself he latched on to her breast and this
time he nipped for real.
“Ow.”
“Did that hurt? Let me kiss it to make it feel better.”
Through the bodysuit he sucked on her nipple until it peaked and she
let out a moan and called out his name.
He pressed himself harder into her pelvis the leaned in close to her
ear and purred. “What kind of a name is Rogue?”
As he waited he began to grind himself against her rhythmically.
She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Once again she
surprised him. Instead of answering, she gave him a smart-ass retort.
“What kind of a name is Wolverine?”
She tried to keep her cool under his sensual assault, but his
thrusting finally broke her down and her control slipped. Her eyes
rolled into her head and she again moaned.
“Marie. It’s Marie.”
It was his turn to show a feral grin and he let out another growl. He
could tell she was about to go over the edge, so he pressed against
her once more than stopped; to tease her the way she had teased him.
Her eyes flew open and her hips moved against him trying to coax him
into moving again.
“Please, Logan?”
“Not fun to be teased, is it, Darlin’?”
“No.” She was still rubbing herself against his jeans trying to finish
herself off, but he wasn’t cooperating.
He could tell he was frustrating her and what he had failed to keep in
mind while he was teasing her was just how much of his personality she
had absorbed. Before he could relent to her, she let loose a growl of
her own and her eyes took on a darker shade of brown. She wrapped her
legs around his waist in a grip so tight that he was thankful for the
adamantium that lined his bones. He’d had years of experience in being
able to reign in his animal needs and instincts. He was capable of
stopping himself before hurting whomever he was with during sex;
whereas she had no idea what was really happening to her.
“You’re not done, Wolverine.” The way she growled out his name made
the hairs on his neck stand up. Her bone claws shot out of her hands
and pierced the leather of his belt. She repeated the act three more
times until she’d cut through and freed her arms.
“Damn.” Was the last thing he was able to say before she rolled
herself on top of him.
Her brain was on autopilot and the Wolverine in her mind was in
control. Logan recognized the hazy look in her eyes and braced himself
for what was to come. He knew she lacked the strength to keep him
under control to remove his pants. So he thought she would just finish
with herself while he was still covered, but she improvised.
A searing pain in his right shoulder made him howl and in that moment
she undid his fly. He gritted his teeth against the pain and the
blades of his left hand reflexively came out. Even though she had her
claws through him and was fixed on taking what she wanted from him
with or without his consent, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her.
She was behaving like this because of him. It was his personality
acting out from his teasing actions.
He retracted the blades and motioned to the side table where his
wallet sat. He would at least make sure some precautions were taken.
She took the cue but she hesitated. She couldn’t reach the wallet
unless she released him. But she wouldn’t release him unless she knew
he wouldn’t stop her from getting what she needed.
He dropped his gaze and in an act of submission he exposed his neck to
her. Logan had been in her position many times over the years, but
never before had he been the one to submit.
She accepted his actions and retracted the claws that had impaled his
shoulder. The wounds knitted themselves together as he lay there;
exposed and waiting for her to apply the condom. Without preamble or
warning she impaled herself on him fully.
He groaned at the sensation and she too that as a signal to continue.
Her opening was so willing to take him in that she didn’t need to
pause or slow her rhythm as he grew harder inside her. He felt her
muscles constrict and at the pace she had set he would reach orgasm
quickly.
Sensing his nearness, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her
breasts; urging him to knead them. The panting sounds she made as she
neared the release she wanted drove him crazy until he couldn’t hold
back any longer.
“Marie. Oh, God.” He came and she howled as she followed him.
Her body, now satisfied, collapsed on top of him. He had to move in
order to keep her exposed face from touching his neck.
Logan watched her snuggle into the blankets of the bed. He shook from
the adrenaline coursing through him as he covered her with a blanket
and heard her purr. He made sure she was sleeping before he headed to
the bathroom.
***********
“Marie, baby. Marie, wake up. Come on, baby.”
Her body was covered in sweat and she was flailing about. Logan
recognized the nightmare she was having. If he didn’t already have
enough to feel guilty about the fact that she had gotten his
nightmares was a kick to the heart.
He couldn’t leave her now. He was completely responsible for the
destruction of this woman. Somehow he had to help her through this.
However, he had no idea how to help her; he hadn’t figured out how to
deal with his own issues.
With one more less-than gentle shake, she woke up screaming and
swinging with her claws sprung.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I have been wanting to write a scene like the one
you'll find below for a while. I have read many stories (very
well-written ones) where Logan goes completely wild, loses his
humanity and during this time he'd try to mate with Rogue (or other
female) and she's the one who has to submit and approach him like one
would approach a wild animal (if you were to approach such animal).
Anyway, I always thought about what would happen if Rogue, after
absorbing his Wolverine instincts, let her control slip...and
Wolverine's Alpha-Male personality came out. So, now- well, here you
are. Hope it's an acceptable second chapter.
you'll find below for a while. I have read many stories (very
well-written ones) where Logan goes completely wild, loses his
humanity and during this time he'd try to mate with Rogue (or other
female) and she's the one who has to submit and approach him like one
would approach a wild animal (if you were to approach such animal).
Anyway, I always thought about what would happen if Rogue, after
absorbing his Wolverine instincts, let her control slip...and
Wolverine's Alpha-Male personality came out. So, now- well, here you
are. Hope it's an acceptable second chapter.