Their days on the road passed quickly and when they pulled over and parked for the night, Logan was pleased with the progress they'd made.

"Wha' d'ya wan' fer dinner?" Rogue asked, her voice muffled as she searched the supplies for something to fix.

"Food works for me," Logan assured her teasingly as he went about firing up the generator.

"Okay," she shrugged, pulling out a frozen slab of meat and handing it to him as he started past. "That work fer ya?"

Logan paused, staring at the offering for a moment before looking up to meet Marie's gaze. "I've had worse," he told her with a chuckle. "What sounds good to you?"

Turning back to the refrigerator, Rogue continued her search, setting aside the meat to thaw for another time. Almost immediately she spied a brick of cheese and pulled it out. "Ah wonder if we got any chili," she muttered to herself. She had barely opened one of the overhead cupboards to see what she could find, when something heavy hit the counter beside her. Startled by the loud bang, Rogue jumped back and cast her eyes at area in question only to find two cans of chili staring back at her.

"You want chili, you get chili," Logan said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking smug.

Shaking her head, Rogue moved back into the kitchen and started preparing their simple meal. For his part Logan, opened the cans, apparently they didn't have a can opener, and sliced the cheese. With both of them working in the kitchen area, space was getting a little tight and several times they bumped into each other. Finally after the fourth time, Logan left her to finish and moved to sit at the table, snagging the chair that allowed him to continue watching her. Within a few minutes Rogue joined him at the table and they ate their meal, mostly in silence, just enjoying being together.

When they were both finished eating, they cleared the table together, moving to the sink to wash up the dishes. Almost immediately they started bumping into each other again.

"Why don't ya go see if ya can find a movie on the TV," Rogue suggested finally.

With a nod Logan did as he was asked, finding something that he thought looked good before sprawling comfortably on the couch. He split his time between watching the TV screen and Rogue as she finished up the dishes and put everything away.

When she was finished, Rogue turned off the overhead light, leaving just the glow from the television to illuminate the area, then sat down next to him on the sofa. Logan shifted a little bit, allowing Rogue to cuddle against his side as he wrapped his arm around her neck. She wiggled a little more to make herself comfortable, finally resting her head on his chest just below his shoulder. From that position Rogue watched the movie that Logan had picked, having absolutely no idea what it was.

After a few minutes Logan shifted beneath her again, slouching a little more and lowering his head to rest against hers. Suddenly the movie didn't seem nearly as interesting as it had a few minutes ago. In fact Logan was having a hard time concentrating on anything except the smell of Marie's shampoo and the warmth of her body next to his.

Logan's hot breath tickling the top of Rogue's head was quickly distracting her from the show as well. Actually more than anything it was the occasional ragged breath that was getting to her, the way his chest would move almost spasmodically beneath her head.

They'd been together as a couple for over a month now and she felt it was time things progressed. She'd been content with the way things were, not that she didn't want Logan to touch her or let her touch him, but she hadn't been ready to make a move. At least until now. At the school it just seemed kind of awkward. Before her birthday, it had been pretty much impossible since the door was always opened. After her birthday, aside from Logan's insistence that she concentrate on her finals, there was always the threat of someone walking in unannounced, it had happened more than once. Now though, they were completely alone, there was no chance that someone would walk in and quite frankly, she was tired of waiting for Logan to make the first move.

Taking a deep fortifying breath of her own, Rogue unfolded her hands from her lap and moved her right one to rest lightly on his thigh. Immediately she felt Logan tense and he completely stopped breathing. Slowly Rogue lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him to find him staring at her with wide, dark and questioning eyes.

In answer to the unspoken question, Rogue shifted her hand a little higher onto his leg and actually felt him tremble.

"Marie," Logan called her name, his voice shaking slightly.

"Please, Logan," she returned, moving her other hand to his chest, smoothing it over the soft flannel of his shirt.

For a long moment Logan didn't move, then he pulled her against him into a tight embrace. He held her like that for quite a while before he finally lessened his grip and she pulled back slightly to look at him again.

Rogue was breathing heavily as she stared into Logan's eyes and ever so slowly slid her hands across his chest to the buttons of his shirt. Unbuttoning them proved to be a bigger challenge then she thought, thanks to her trembling hands. Finally she had the shirt fully opened and quickly pushed it from his shoulders leaving his chest covered only by a tight, black T-shirt.

Logan sat up and helped her remove the long sleeve garment before settling back against the cushions again. He could clearly see the curiosity and need in her eyes so he resigned himself to control and let her proceed.

Wanting a better angle to explore the marvel of his chest, Rogue shifted her position, slipping her leg across his so that one rested on either side of his thighs before sitting back on his knees. She paused when Logan's eyes rolled back in his head and a low growl rumbled from his chest. It wasn't until he opened his eyes again, looking at her with the same need, that she returned her hands to the cotton shirt spread tightly across rippling muscles. For a brief time, Rogue was content to follow the lines of his torso through the T-shirt but quickly that was no longer enough. Wanting to see what she was touching, she slowly started to pull the garment over his head.

Once again Logan aided her in removing the shirt, leaning forward and raising his arms. So far his battle for control was being waged successfully but as the silky feel of Rogue's gloved hands touched his bare chest for the first time, he felt it start to slip. His groin tightened painfully and closing his eyes he did his best to ignore it as Rogue's fingers splayed out across his torso. Logan opened his eyes slowly and watched her hands move across his skin, his chest hair clinging to her gloves.

Wanting to return some of what he was getting, Logan leaned forward abruptly, grabbing the flannel shirt Rogue had removed a short time ago. The confusion on her face prompted him to speak. "I need some protection for my arms," he growled - not your usual leave me alone growl but an extremely aroused growl. Shifting under her, he pulled on the shirt, leaving it open in the front for her to continue her exploration then without further warning he reached out and started to pull off her shirt.

Rogue pulled back sharply, startled by the action and frightened of not being covered.

"It's all right, baby," Logan assured her, indicating his long sleeves and gloves. "I'll be careful."

After a moment Rogue echoed Logan's earlier actions and raised her arms over her head so he could pull the garment off.

Tossing the shirt aside, Logan let his eyes rake over her bare skin, the nearly see-through black bra the last remaining barrier on her upper body. Again his groin responded to the sight of her, her chest heaving wildly in anticipation of his touch. It was at that moment that he realized that he hadn't yet returned the dog tags and ring that she'd thrown at him the night before and he'd stuffed into his pocket to return to her. At the moment he couldn't be distracted to do it and he hoped that he'd remember later.

Watching Logan's face as he stared at her chest started a churning in the pit of Marie's stomach that she'd never felt before. A moment later, when his hands slid up the sides of the ribs and stopped firmly atop her breasts, something snapped. A moan escaped her lips sharply as Logan gently kneaded the soft mounds through her bra. He continued that for a minute before he stopped and released the closure of the black garment, slipping it off her shoulders.

Logan's nostrils flared as the increasing scent of Marie's arousal assaulted him. His hands returned to her breasts and began a gentle onslaught, rolling his palms against her, pinching her nipples lightly to tight peaks. Almost immediately she started to moan and slowly rock her hips against his legs. The pain of his erection straining against the tightness of his jeans was becoming hard to ignore and an involuntary groan escaped his lips.

Rogue stopped her movement and pulled back from him, her concern clear on her face. "Are ya awl right, Logan?"

Nodding, he tried not to move as each shift caused more pain.

"No ya ain't," she countered sharply. "What's wrong?"

"My pants are gettin' kinda tight," Logan finally admitted quietly.

Rogue looked at him squarely. "So take 'em off."

Logan just stared at her for a moment, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. Finally he moved his hands from where they'd fallen onto her hips and carefully undid his jeans. The allayment was immediate.

Watching his face, Rogue smiled at the relief that washed over his features before she shuffled off his lap so he could stand up and fully remove his pants. She couldn't help but stare at the large bulge in the front of his shorts.

Noticing her scrutiny, Logan turned slightly to finish removing his jeans. Turning back he rested his hands on her shoulders. "Maybe we should stop."

Rogue's eyes widened. "Ah don' wanna stop, Logan."

"Marie, I..."

"D'ya?" she asked, pain filling her eyes.

"No," Logan admitted hastily, a thick huskiness to his tone that she had never heard before. "I don't wanna stop, Marie, but if I don't stop now, I won't be able to later."

Taking a step forward and placing her hands on his chest, she said, "I don't wan' ya t' stop."

Logan slowly lowered himself back down to the couch and Rogue quickly resumed her position on his lap. The thin stretch pants that she was wearing tickled Logan's bare legs as she shifted slightly. As soon as she was balanced, he reached for her again, resuming his attack on her breasts with a vengeance.

Rogue threw her head back and moaned loudly at the contact, once again her hips starting to move against his legs. Beneath her Logan was growling again, his own hips lifting once or twice mimicking hers.

The battle for control was quickly slipping away until finally Logan couldn't take it anymore. His hands flashed down her sides and latched onto her hips, pulling her against his erection as he bucked his hips toward her. Rogue's sharp cry of pleasure only made him pull her tighter against him. Within seconds she was whimpering and it was driving him crazy.

Jumping up from the sofa and wrapping Marie's legs around his hips, Logan pushed her back onto the table behind her, giving him more leverage as he ground his erection against her. Still coherent enough to remember Rogue's powers, Logan leaned back far enough to rip his shirt off again, promptly covering her naked torso with it. Using her legs, Rogue pulled him back against her, urging him on as both their loud cries pierced the silence of the motor home.

Leaning forward, Logan buried his head between Marie's breasts, protected by his shirt, and pounded against her frantically. He was so close and her loud whimpering and words of love only pushed him closer. As Logan felt her trembling with another orgasm, he joined her with a howl.

It took them both several moments to come back. Logan regained his senses first, taking in the scene before him with wide eyes. He pulled away from her quickly and stared down at where she was sprawled out on the table, her eyes still closed. Tears filled his eyes as he stepped forward again and pulled her into his arms. "I'm sorry, darlin'," he whispered lovingly.

Rogue opened her eyes with a start at not only his words, but also his tone of voice. It wasn't until she looked at him that she realized he was crying. "What's wrong?" she asked, her own eyes filling with tears.

"I didn't mean for it to be like that," Logan returned softly.

Fear gripped Rogue's heart as she processed his words. "Wha' d'ya mean?"

Closing his eyes Logan pulled her closer and held her tight. "Fuck, I didn't want your first time to be like that. I'm sorry, Marie."

Pulling back from him sharply, Rogue grabbed his face firmly between her gloved hands. "Listen t' me, Logan. I don't wan' ya t' apologize fer the most incredible experience of mah life. Ah love what just happened here, Ah wouldn't've had it happen any other way."

Logan opened his eyes to look at her and the honesty and sincerity in her expression eased his fears and guilt. "I ... you just drive me crazy, baby. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Laughing a little, Rogue swatted him playfully on the shoulder. "No, ya didn't hurt me."

"Good," Logan said with a twinkle in his eyes. "That means next time I don't have to hold back."

Rogue's eyes widened until she noticed the smirk on his face. "Ya're so bad!" she admonished mockingly.

"That's why you love me," Logan winked at her before he turned and started to walk toward the bathroom.

"Mostly Ah love ya 'cause a yer ass," Rogue called after him, admiring the view of the tight, white briefs he was wearing.

Logan's laugh filled the motor home and the surrounding area as he stepped into the small bathroom and closed the door.

Surveying the area with a critical gaze, Rogue took stock of everything that had just happened. Her first time and she did it on a table. Jubilee and Kitty were never going to believe that! Rogue smiled lightly as she picked up Logan's T-shirt off the floor and slipped it on before moving to the closet and changing out of the wet pants and panties she was wearing into a pair of pajama bottoms. Next she gathered her shirt and bra and Logan's jeans, tossing them into a pile at the end of the couch. She had just released the garments when suddenly strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

The tempo of the pulse that was still throbbing lightly between her legs increased as Logan's arms pulled her tightly against him again. "I have something for you," Logan breathed, millimeters away for the unprotected skin of her long neck.

"Ah know," Rogue returned with a giggle, swaying her hips slightly across his. "Ah can feel it."

Releasing her with a groan, Logan stepped away, moving a little closer to the couch. He glanced at her when a disappointed grunt escaped her throat but didn't halt his actions as he grabbed his jeans.

Rogue just stared in surprise as Logan pulled his pants from the pile on the couch and started rifling through them. She was about to ask him what it was he was doing when a smile played across his lips and he raised his eyebrows at her.

"I forgot to give these back to you," Logan told her as he held out his hand to reveal his dog tag and her ring. "I'm sorry, Marie."

Shifting her gaze from the items in his palm up to meet his eyes, Rogue smiled. "Don' be sorry, Logan. What with all that's happened, Ah f'got 'bout 'em mahself." Reaching out, Rogue took the ring and slipped it back on her left thumb over the top of her glove. As she did that, Logan pulled the chain, on which the tag rested, over her head.

The familiar weight of the tag resting once again on her chest made Rogue sigh. She looked down at the small nametag for a moment before tucking it under the neckline of the shirt she appropriated from him.

"That's one damn lucky piece of metal," Logan commented, reaching up to touch the tag through the cotton garment.

Rogue shifted a little beneath his hand so that his fingers brushed the side of her breast causing Logan to lift his left eyebrow quizzically. Smiling broader, she just returned the gesture, arching a brow of her own.

"And I'm a very lucky man," Logan added, bending slightly to gather Marie into his arms.

She squealed excitedly as he spun around and started toward the back of the motor home where the beds were. It wasn't until he was standing between the two, much too small, bunks that he remembered the arrangement of the sleeping quarters. Logan's forehead furrowed in a perplexed manner as his mind tried to work out how they could both fit in one of the small beds.

Sensing his turmoil, Rogue couldn't help but giggle a little. He was so utterly adorable some times in his over-wrought masculine actions that she couldn't stop herself.

Growling playfully at the girlish laugh, Logan carefully tossed her onto one of the tiny beds then started to stretch out beside her. After a few minutes of careful adjustment they managed to fit. It wasn't all that comfortable though with Rogue's face practically pressed to the side of the motor home and Logan's ass hanging off the edge of the bed. They didn't care though as they pulled the blankets up over them, they were not about to move.

~*~

It wasn't more than an hour later that a rather muffled crash and an extremely loud curse shattered the silence of the motor home and woke Rogue from an incredibly great dream. She shifted quickly, suddenly aware that Logan was no longer at her side. It was at that exact moment that he sat up from where he'd fallen off the bed onto the floor.

Rogue tried not to laugh or even smile but it was hard, at least until she noticed the blood seeping from his hair onto his back. "Mah Gawd, Logan, yer bleedin'!"

With a scowl, Logan ran his hand through the back of his thick, brown hair. Upon moving it away his hand was saturated with blood. "Yeah, I smacked my head on that damn nightstand," he muttered, gesturing to the offending object with one hand before cracking his neck with a sharp movement, first to one side and then the other.

"Lemme see," Rogue demanded worriedly, sitting up and sliding over closer to where he was.

"It's fine, darlin'," Logan objected. "It don't even hurt no more."

The look he got at that assured him that she wasn't going to settle for anything less than making sure for herself. Logan shifted around so that Rogue could more easily see the back of his head and silently folded his hands into his lap.

Rogue dug her gloved fingers down through his thick hair in the center of the highest concentration of blood but as he'd said, she didn't find any evidence of the wound that had recently been there. "Are ya sure ya're awl right?" she asked as she stood and reached down to help him to his feet.

"I'm fine, Marie," Logan assured her with a small smile. "Hell, I've had worse knocks than that to the head, darlin'."

"Ah'm sure ya have," Rogue agreed as she took his hand in hers and pulled him toward the bathroom. "Sit down," she ordered, guiding him by the shoulders until he sat on the covered toilet seat.

After running some warm water into the basin and retrieving a cloth and a towel from the closet, Rogue set to the task of cleaning him up. She started by wiping the blood from his shoulder before moving on to scrub at his hair. It took several minutes, minutes spent in silence, for Rogue to get all the blood out of the dark brown locks. When she was satisfied that his hair was clean, she started drying it with the towel.

Logan just sat there, enjoying the feel of Marie's hands in his hair. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the movement of her fingers on his scalp. It was relaxing and arousing all at the same time.

"There," Rogue announced, stepping back to admire him. He looked a little ridiculous with his sleep-flattened hair on one side of his head and the sharp point on the other - not that she would ever mention that. Hoping to hide her smile, she turned back to the sink and started to rinse out the bloodstained wash cloth.

Moving from his seat, Logan leaned forward and once again wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back tightly against him. He held her there for a moment before his hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts lightly through the thin fabric of his T-shirt. Rogue sighed at the contact once again, letting her head roll back against his shoulder as he stroked her.

Removing one hand from her breast, Logan carefully rearranged Maire's hair around her neck. With that task complete, he nuzzled her cautiously as his hand strayed down her side, passed her hip to the hem of the oversized shirt. Slowly Logan's fingers pulled up the side of the garment until he could slip his hand underneath it and back up to her breast. His skin still protected by the long sleeves of his flannel shirt and the gloves on his hands.

"Logan," Rogue breathed softly as he molded his hands to her breasts, one above her shirt, the other beneath it. Her breathing was already becoming erratic and her heart was pounding strongly against her ribcage as the still slightly foreign feeling of intense arousal started to burn through her. Rogue sighed again at the feelings of Logan's hands on her body and his breath hot against her neck. She could also feel the evidence of his arousal tight against her lower back. Rogue shifted slightly and was rewarded with a low, sexually stimulating growl that rumbled from his chest into her back.

With one swift movement, Logan had Rogue pinned to the floor of the motor home in the little section between the two small beds. The area didn't allow much room but it was safer than the tiny bunks. The floor would just have to do until he could fix up something better.

Rogue gasped at the sudden action of being pulled to the floor then the giggling started as Logan's hands tickled her in their exploration. Finally her vocalizations turned to moans as Logan's gloved hand slipped down the front of her pajama bottoms and he began to skillfully work her over. Rogue tried to reciprocate but every time she touched him, Logan growled in warning and pushed her hands away. Before long she couldn't even begin to think straight enough to move much less touch him.

Logan watched Marie's face closely as he worked his magic on her, his mind fighting to file every sound and expression away. He brought her to orgasm repeatedly until they were both panting wildly, exhausted from the exertion, only then did he stop.

It took Rogue several minutes to get control of her body and make her mind work. When she finally managed it, she rolled onto her side to face Logan. His eyes were half-lidded and much darker than their normal hazel color and his face was flushed, looking much the way her own face felt. Rogue locked her eyes to his gaze, her breath still coming in ragged puffs as she reached out a hand to rest on his chest. "Logan..."

Shaking his head, Logan wrapped his hand around hers and moved it from his body. "Not tonight, Marie," he whispered shakily. "That was what I wanted your first time to be like ... all you."

Knowing from the tone of his voice that he wasn't about to change his mind, Rogue nodded with a smile. "So long as ya know that Ah'll be repayin' ya fer that at some point."

The quirk of an eyebrow and a lecherous smile was Logan's only reply as he rolled Rogue onto her other side and spooned his body around hers. Reaching up he pulled the blankets off the tiny bed at the side and drew them around them. "Good night, darlin'," he whispered near her ear, his hot breath warming her skin as Rogue drifted off to sleep.

~*~

The next day they started out again, Logan changing direction slightly so as not to take the most direct route to Alaska. Rogue still didn't seem to know where they were headed and wanted to keep the surprise in tact for as long as he could. Aside from that, he was looking for a larger town as he had some shopping to do if he was going to remodel their temporary home.

By mid-day, Logan pulled the vehicle into a sizable metropolis and began his search for an appropriate store. Rogue was concentrating on the scenery of the city and didn't notice where they were headed until Logan pulled into a parking lot and turned off the engine.

"What're we stoppin' here fer?" Rogue asked, confusion wrinkling her forehead as she studied the name on the storefront.

"I just need to pick up a few things," Logan informed her as he moved from the driver's seat and headed for the side door.

"At a buildin' store?" she questioned hesitantly.

"You wanna come in or stay here?" he asked, looking over his shoulder as he opened the door.

"Logan," Rogue cried impatiently, "what exactly are ya plannin'?"

Logan just lifted an eyebrow and smiled - something that was very endearing but at the same time it could also be infuriating. "I guess you'll see when I'm done," he told her mysteriously.

Marie's eyes narrowed as she studied his face. "Ah'm not sure the professor'll like whatever modifications ya've thought up in that head a yers, Logan," she admonished lightly, admiring the twinkle in his eyes.

"So I'll change it back before we get home," he shrugged nonchalantly. "You comin' or not?"

Shaking her head, Rogue rose from her seat and followed him out the side door of the motor home. "Someone better watch so's ya don't get in any trouble."

"Trouble?" Logan repeated innocently. "Me get in trouble? You must be thinkin' of somebody else."

"Oh, right," Rogue giggled as Logan slung his arm around her shoulder and started for the store. "Ah must have ya confused with that evil twin a yers."

Logan chuckled, nodding his head slightly. "Now that's one bastard you gotta watch. No telling what crazy shit he's thinking."

They laughed together as they entered the building store and went to shopping. Rogue followed Logan through the warehouse, silently taking the items he handed her to carry. A measuring tape, a hammer and some nails, those were reasonable, it was the king-sized air mattress that got her thinking. Then it was back to the lumber stock where she watched while he picked out a thick, sturdy piece of plywood. Minutes later they were back outside, Logan securing the wood to the top of the motor home as Rogue put their other purchases inside.

Before long they were once again on the road. Rogue stared openly at Logan, studying his profile carefully. "So, ya gonna tell me what ya need awl that stuff fer?"

Logan shifted his gaze momentarily from the road to his companion. With a mischievous smile he responded simply, "Nope."

"Fine," Rogue returned in a mock pout. "Ah don't wanna know anyhow."

"That's good," Logan returned seriously, "because I ain't gonna tell ya."

Rogue threw a playful glare at him and stuck out her tongue for good measure.

~*~

When they were ready to stop for dinner, Logan found an old deserted mining road and parked the motor home for the night. It wasn't real late but their camping site had a beautiful view of a pristine lake and by the time Rogue had their steaks cook the sun was beginning to set. Taking their meals outside, Logan and Rogue sat side by side on a fallen log - eating quietly and watching the sun go down. Rogue couldn't remember ever seeing a more beautiful sight. After a moment she wondered how much the company had to do with that because she remembered now how incredible the sunrise had been the morning after the prom, the first morning she woke up with Logan's arms wrapped around her.

They pretty much finished their meal in silence as the sun dipped down behind the mountain range to the west. They each set their plate aside and watched the last of the brilliant colors of day fade to darkness.

Rogue stared out at the horizon, her eyes dipping time and time again to the gentle waves of the lake in front of her. As a child in Mississippi, she'd lived very close to a lake much like that one and swimming had always been one of her favorite activities - swimming at night was the best. It seemed like ages since she'd been in anything even remotely close to a swimsuit not that she even owned such a thing these days. Rogue closed her eyes and listened as the softly crashing waves call to her until she couldn't take it anymore. She literally jumped to her feet, moving quickly before she changed her mind. "Come on," she cried, grabbing Logan's arm and pulling him to his feet.

Logan was a bit surprised by her sudden enthusiasm but it quickly turned to mirth. "Where're we goin'?" he asked as she led him down toward the lakeshore.

"We're goin' swimmin'," Rogue informed him, smiling brightly.

His brows knitting together in a scowl, Logan planted his feet and brought Marie to an abrupt stop along with him.

"Come on, Logan," she prodded, attempting to pull him back into motion.

"Nope," he responded, shaking his head, "I can't swim."

Rogue giggled softly. "Well, that's awl right, sugah, Ah ain't gonna let ya drown. Ah'll show ya how."

"I didn't say I didn't know how, I just can't do it," Logan tried to clarify.

"Why not?" Rogue demanded a little hurt that he wouldn't at least try with her.

"Adamantium wasn't exactly made to float, darlin'," he explained. "How about I watch you from here?"

Rogue considered that for a moment and seemed to accept it. "Awl right, Ah won't be long."

Logan watched her as she started to strip off layer after layer of clothing, a smile broadening on his face with each piece removed. "You just take as long as you want, Marie."

Returning to his seat on the log, Logan strained against the darkness to see her as she pulled her naked body through the moonlit water. Marie was as graceful in the water as she was on land, her lithe body defined by the movement of her muscles. As Logan sat there, his own body started to respond to the sight of the naked young woman swimming only a short distance away, in fact sitting was becoming painful rather quickly.

Having satisfied her desire to swim after a few more minutes, due mainly to the fact that the water was very, very cold, Rogue returned to the shore. She stopped momentarily to retrieve her clothes from where she'd shed them then moved to where Logan was standing by the log.

"How was your swim?" he asked staring at her chest, which was in an obvious state of chill.

"Cold," Rogue responded with a shiver, "or hadn't ya noticed?"

Logan laughed deep in his throat. "I noticed, but I was hoping it was just 'cause you were glad to see me."

Rogue giggled a little herself as he eyes focused on the large bulge in the front of Logan's jeans. "Ya mean like yer happy to see me?" she teased before another shiver shook her body.

"Why don't we get you inside and warm and then we can decided who's happy to see who?" Logan suggested, gesturing her to the door of the motor home.

Nodding, Rogue moved inside and walked the closet for a towel. "Ah think Ah'll jus' take a hot shower, Ah wanna wash the lake off an' it should help t' warm me up."

"Sounds like a good plan," Logan agreed, watching as she entered the bathroom and closed the door. As soon as she was out of sight, he went to work with his remodeling and by the time Marie stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a thick robe, Logan had a surprise for her.

Rogue didn't notice it at first, having just exited the bathroom and headed for where Logan was sitting on the couch. Curling one leg up underneath her, she snuggled up to Logan's side and cuddled against his chest.

"Did you get warm?" Logan asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. Turning his head he inhaled the scent of her shampoo, closing his eyes at the emotion that subtle scent forced through him.

"Being here with ya like this is certainly warmin' me up," she responded in a spicy little tone, as her fingers danced suggestively on his thigh.

Logan's breath caught in his throat and a low growl rumbled from his chest as he closed his eyes tightly and marveled at the feel of her small hand on his leg.

"Logan?" Rogue's voice was low and sort of timid.

Opening his eyes, Logan turned to face her, his gaze heated as he looked into her darkened eyes.

"Ah wanna see ya," she informed him, biting nervously on her lower lips when she finished.

Of course Logan knew what exactly it was that she wanted to see but he wasn't sure that she was ready for that, hell he wasn't sure that he was ready for that. "Marie..."

"Please, Logan?" Rogue's voice was still soft but no longer timid and not at all whiny as she asked again.

A mute nod was Logan's only response but Rogue took it. She rose to her feet then pulled him up as well to stand in front of her. Marie was already breathing hard and her hands were shaking with anticipation as she started to unbutton his flannel shirt. Working quickly, she had Logan shirtless in short order and turned her attention to his pants.

Rogue first released the large belt buckle at his waist, letting the ends hang down as she moved her gloved fingers to the buttons on the fly. As she released the first one, Rogue looked up from beneath her lashes to watch Logan's face. His eyes were closed tightly and his lightly parted lips were trembling ever so slightly. Rogue was shocked and amazed at Logan's reaction to her, especially considering that she hadn't even really touched him yet.

It didn't take her long to unbutton his jeans all the way, her fingers being careful as she worked. Once the pants were opened, she slipped her hands in at Logan's sides and pushed them down over his hips. Logan had already removed his shoes so it was easy for him to step out of his jeans when Rogue pushed them low enough.

After helping her remove his jeans, Logan returned to a standing position despite the fact that his knees were growing week. He looked down at Marie and she gave him the most incredible, sexy smile that he'd ever seen in all the years he remembered. Logan closed his eyes again as Rogue's fingers burrowed beneath the waistband of his shorts and started to push them off as well.

Marie had seen pictures of naked men before, Jubilee had a thing for Playgirl, said she liked to read the articles. Yeah right! Anyway, she'd seen naked men before but not even that prepared her for the sight of Logan standing before her completely nude. His muscular frame covered in brown hair was a sight to behold, as was his partially erect penis. Frankly Rogue hadn't thought the pictures in Jubilee's magazines were all that attractive but then none of those pictures were of anyone who looked like Logan!

She watched him for a moment, studying his face as he stood there with his eyes closed. Her gaze still locked on his face, Rogue brought her hands up to his glorious chest and pressed her palms firmly against him. She felt the muscles beneath her gloved hands, ripple with building tension as she skimmed the tips of her fingers down his abs.

Logan's chest jerked wildly under the halting breaths escaping him. He actually trembled, something he couldn't ever remember doing, as Rogue's hands slid down below his waist. Logan wobbled slightly on legs that were quickly becoming too weak to hold him up.

"Marie, ... bed..." Logan growled in a low voice.

"There ain't room there," she started to protest but Logan just grabbed her hand gently and pulled her toward the back of the motor home. As he pulled her along behind him, Rogue focused her attention on his bare ass, enjoying the view, so it wasn't until he stopped and sat down that she noticed the change he'd made.

Rogue stared in shock at their new sleeping arrangements. Apparently while she'd been in the shower, Logan had put the supplies to use, turning the two tiny bunks into one huge bed. Using the plywood he bridged the gap between the beds then used the air mattress to soften the area giving them the equivalent of a king-size bed.

From the bed, Logan looked up at her with a growing smile. "Surprise, darlin'."

"Well it certainly is, sugah," Rogue returned in an awed tone as she settled at Logan's side, her right hand coming to rest on his naked thigh.

Logan gasped for breath than released it in a low growl, his body tightening at the feel of a small, silk-gloved hand on his bare skin.

Smiling broadly, Rogue watched Logan's face as she skimmed her hand across his thigh experimentally. She could easily feel the power of the muscular tissue beneath her fingertips as he tensed. Her hand memorized the definition of his leg, every curve and line as she watched his eyes roll back in his head while his nostrils flared and the muscles in his jaw clench repeatedly. Shifting her hand a little she felt his manhood twitch, his breath catching as a low growl rumbled from his chest.

Working to regulate his breathing, Logan drew in a series of slow, shaky breaths as Marie fondled him lightly, following each vein up his hardening length. He damn near quit breathing all together when her slim fingers wrapped firmly around him, applying just the right amount of pressure. Logan wondered how she knew so well how to hold him, he knew it wasn't from experience so that left either instinct or else it was something else she picked out of the memories and experiences he'd given her when he saved her life. The last thought brought a chuckle to his lips.

"What's so funny?" Rogue demanded in a nervous tone.

His eyes snapping opened, Logan looked at her as he wiped the smirk off his face. "I was just wondering where you picked up the knowledge to do that so well," he said honestly.

A demure smile graced her lips as Rogue looked at him from beneath her eyelashes. "Where d'ya think Ah picked it up? It sure as hell wadn't from Magneto, Ah'll tell ya that right now."

Again Logan laughed. "That's what I figured."

"Well since ya know Ah know what ya like, why don't ya jus' lay back and enjoy it?" Rogue suggested confidently.

Logan arched an eyebrow in response before lowering his back to the thick mattress behind him.

Marie shifted her own position to get more comfortable before turning her attention to her task. She very quickly proved just how well she knew what he wanted, fast and hard. Rogue waited until he closed his eyes again before carefully pulling the long, silk glove from her free hand with her teeth. Pausing briefly in her stokes she changed hands.

As soon as Logan registered the change in texture of her hand, his eye popped opened as he started to sit up. He froze in mid-motion when he caught sight of Marie pulling off her glove, once again with her teeth, to reveal a pair of latex gloves underneath. Logan just stared at her for a moment, unable to think enough to form words.

"Ah found a box of 'em in the bathroom," Rogue informed him after pulling the glove the rest of the way off and releasing it from her mouth. She knew what he wanted to know even if he couldn't ask. Without further comment or waiting for him to recover, Rogue changed hands again and returned to the smooth, more coordinated rhythm that she knew he liked.

Logan's eyes rolled back up in his head as he returned to his prone position. The latex gloves were soft and smooth enough that with his eyes closed he could imagine that they weren't there at all, that it was Marie's skin touching him rather than a piece of rubber.

Rogue continued her efforts with one hand while she explored a little with the other. She took careful mental notes of where her fingers were each time he squirmed or moaned or better yet, growled. Rogue was truly surprised by how sexy such an animalistic sound could be - quite frankly it was the sexiest thing she'd ever heard.

As the tension continued to build thanks to Marie's efforts, Logan's hands curled into the sheet around his hips, his knuckles white from the strain of his clenched fists. Rocking his hips in time with Rogue's hand, Logan knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Marie definitely knew what he liked. Feeling the inevitable shift toward release, Logan managed to work one hand free from the sheets and he gently rested it atop hers to halt her movements.

Logan wasn't the only one that knew he was close. Bringing her exploration to an end, Rogue took his hand in her free one and lowered it back to the bed, pinning his wrist there so he couldn't move his arm. Knowing he'd just try again with the hand still clutching the bed coverings, Rogue shifted slightly, pinning his other arm to the bed with her knee. Through it all she'd managed to maintain her rhythm and slowly now she started to change it, moving faster toward his release.

Beneath her, Logan fought being restrained for only a moment before he stopped to enjoy the ride. He repeated her name over and over again, growing in volume and speed the closer he came until he finally shouted it out with his release.

Rogue eased her movements to a stop and watched Logan's face soften as he returned to his senses after the intense orgasm she'd just given him. Slowly she shifted to release his wrists then started to sit back when suddenly his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her back into the mattress as Logan quickly reversed their positions.

Releasing a shaky breath, Logan nuzzled her neck behind the protection of her robe for a moment, the musky smell of his cum almost overpowering the more subtle and sweet scent of Marie's arousal. Slowly Logan pulled back from her, staring into her wide brown eyes full of need and wanting. "I'll be right back, darlin'," he told her before quickly rolling off of her and rising to his feet.

Logan practically ran to the bathroom where he took a moment to clean himself up a little bit before seeking out the box of gloves that Marie had found. Pulling the latex on as he made his way back out of the bathroom, Logan returned to the bed to find Rogue waiting for him where he'd left her. Stretching out at her side, he brought up a gloved hand to tenderly caress her face.

After tracing Marie's eyebrows, cheekbones, jaw line, nose and lips, Logan slowly started peeling the top of her robe open and continued down her neck. He worked his hand down her body as his index finger traced the line of the metal chain resting against her chest.

With a sigh, Rogue enjoyed the feel of the caress as Logan's hand splayed out in the valley between her breasts where the tag with his name on it was nestled. Everything was right with the world at least until she felt Logan release the tie of her robe and start to open it completely. With a shocked jerk, Rogue bolted upright, scooting back and away from him, her eyes wide and full of fear.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" Logan asked. Confused by her sudden actions and the smell of fear rolling off of her. He started to move toward her to calm her down but she only climbed further into the corner.

Rogue didn't answer verbally but her actions were louder than any words would have been as she pulled her robe tightly closed once again.

Closing his eyes and cursing himself for his own stupidity, Logan rose from the bed and moved to the closet a few feet away. In his haste to show her how good she'd just made him feel, he'd forgotten about the fact that he was still naked. Quickly he donned sweat pants, socks and a long sleeve flannel shirt before returning to the bed. "C'mere, Marie," he murmured, holding out his arms for her.

Replacing the smell of fear was the equally worrisome scent of tears and shame.

"Oh, baby, c'mere," Logan repeated softly.

Rogue wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her robe and just looked at him sadly.

Slowly Logan shifted further onto the bed and took her into his arms, holding her tightly to his chest. "I'm so sorry, Marie, I wasn't thinkin'," he muttered softly into the hair surrounding her ear. "You know I would've been careful though, darlin'."

"I know, Logan, but wha' if ya weren't? Wha' if somethin' happened?" Rogue sobbed onto his cloth-covered chest.

"Marie, look at me," Logan said softly. After a moment in which she continued hiding in the folds of his shirt, he curled a finger under her chin and lifted her face toward his. "Baby, listen to me," he began tenderly, "nothing's gonna happen. Even if I did slip and touch you, we both know the score and we can both keep it from being bad. I've survived twice already and in much more dire situations and believe me, if it's a matter of being around to continue doin' what we've been doin' then you can be sure that I'll be careful."

Rogue sighed loudly. "I know ya'll be careful, Logan, but accidents happen and out here we don't have anyone t' help us."

Logan nodded, she was right, they were alone but he truly wasn't worried. He knew that more than anything it scared her because it was something new, the whole turn in their relationship was new to her and being naked around anyone when she was so used to being completely covered was bound to be a difficult thing to get used to. It didn't matter whether he was clothed or not, she'd have to get comfortable with being naked herself and he was going to see to it that she became that way, as quickly as possible. At the same time he wasn't about to push her either.

Stretching out on the large bed, Logan pulled Marie down with him then spooned around her, holding her close. "It's all right, darlin'," Logan whispered near her ear as he pulled the blankets over them and situated the pillows for their heads, or at least his, she seemed content to just use him. "I know accidents happen but even if they do they won't be as bad as before, both times before you were hurt real bad and I didn't know how long to hold on. If something happened now, you'd know and you'd be able to stop it before I got hurt."

"Maybe ya're right," Rogue conceded softly.

"I am," Logan assured her smugly, giving her a light squeeze to make his point. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, Marie, right? Well, I know that getting myself hurt would hurt you too and I'm not prepared to do that but you have to trust me to not hurt either of us. Can you do that?"

Rogue shifted slightly in his arms so she could turn to face him. "Ah do trust ya, Logan."

"We should get some sleep, baby, it's gettin' late," he said, adjusting her in his arms again.

"Night, Logan," Rogue offered softly.

"Good night, Marie. Sweet dreams."

~*~

The next couple of days continued like the first ones, moving slowly on a winding course toward Alaska. Logan was pretty sure that Marie still didn't know exactly where they were headed and he hoped to keep it that way. The next several nights he worked to slowly get her accustomed to wearing a whole lot less. Finally on the night before they were to reach Alaska, he had her completely naked for the first time.

Logan had been waiting for her when she finished in the shower and as soon as the water was shut off, he opened the door and without warning wrapped a towel around her and pulled her into his arms.

Rogue squealed lightly in anticipation as Logan carried her toward their bed at the back of the motor home, laying her out gently before stretching out beside her. She watched him skim his eyes over her towel-clad body with an appreciative smile before slowly starting to pull the towel off of her inch by inch. Rogue closed her eyes and tried to breathe easy as her nerves threatened to overwhelm her again.

Sensing her discomfort, Logan paused until she opened her eyes and met his gaze, "Trust me, Marie."

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Rogue nodded. "Ah do."

With a comforting and encouraging smile, Logan continued easing the towel off of her until she was completely naked.

"God, baby, you are so beautiful," Logan assured her as his eyes once again skimmed down her body.

Marie blushed lightly, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. She was concentrating so much on his face that she didn't even know he'd moved until a latex covered finger touched her neck. Rogue jumped at the unexpected contact but recovered quickly.

Logan moved his hand slowly down her neck, curling his finger around to the center of her throat. He paused there before starting a beeline down the middle of her body - finally bringing his finger to rest on the tag nestled between her bare breasts. Gliding the tip of his latex glove over the etched lettering on the tag for a moment, Logan then quickly turned his attention to more important matters.

Slowly he skimmed his fingertips down under the lower curve of her right breast, circling up and over the top. Logan continued that pattern, the circles getting concentrically smaller until only her taut nipple was included.

It was a tough call for Logan to know where to look as he continued his efforts, moving to repeat the process on Marie's left breast. He loved to watch her face contort with pleasure at his touch but at the same time this was really the first time that he could see what he was feeling and doing. As it turned out he split his time nearly evenly between watching her face and watching his hand.

The combination of soft moans and sharp sighs that Marie was releasing, not to mention the increasing smell of her arousal, threatened to allow the beast inside to overwhelm Logan. Shifting his position next to her, Logan continued fondling her breasts with his left hand as his right set out on a journey to the south.

Marie stopped breathing as the sensation of soft latex slid slowly across her stomach and slipped down between her thighs. "Ooooh," she moaned, her body trembling badly.

That sound alone had Logan half way to orgasm himself, his groin already straining against the front of his sweatpants. "Oh God, Marie," he groaned heavily as he increased the activity of both hands. "Jesus, baby, you are so hot."

The incredible feelings swirling through Rogue's body were quickly making her forget the fact that she was naked. "Aw, Lo-gan," she sighed, spreading herself open to allow him more access.

Logan growled low in his throat at her response. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it," he breathed hotly, his mouth dangerously close to her unprotected ear. Pulling back slightly to look at her whole body as she withered beside him, Logan wished, not for the first time, that he could really touch her. He wanted to kiss her lips, nuzzle and nip her neck, suckle at her breasts, and he wanted to bury his face between her legs and taste the sweetness of her that he could smell heavy in the air.

Forcing those thoughts aside for now, he concentrated on what he could do. "Come on, darlin'," he encouraged hoarsely as he slid a gentle finger into her wet opening.

Rogue whimpered loudly at the invasion, moaning his name as her hands searched for purchase. Her right hand twisted tightly into the sheet at her side, her left finding Logan's thigh. Through the haze in her mind, she managed to make her arm obey and move enough to find Logan's painfully neglected member.

It took all the strength he had to ignore the small hand rubbing him firmly through his pants and concentrate on his own efforts. He moved slightly forcing Marie to move her hand away from him and giving him better leverage to increase his ministrations. Logan could see the frustration she felt at not being able to continue her own campaign and he watched it quickly disappear in the wake of impending release.

A supremely satisfied grin spread across Logan's features as he felt Marie tense beneath him and her vocalizations grow louder and more frequent. "That's it, Marie. Oh, come on, baby."

"Aw ... aw Gawd!" Rogue gasped as a blinding light flashed behind her closed eyelids and her body flew apart. "LOGAN!"

Logan continued his attention until she started to relax again then immediately he rolled onto his back, lifting her as he did so. He looked up at her - her face still flushed, her naked body still trembling with her recent orgasm. Logan met her gaze, his control hanging by a bare thread as he lowered her down on top of him.

Marie eased off the pressure slightly by rising up on her knees at the loud, long hiss that escaped between Logan's clenched teeth. Still holding most of her weight on her knees, she started to roll her hips, her still tingling center grazing his cloth-covered erection. Rogue watched his face carefully as she increased the weight she rested on him.

His control slipping that much further, Logan brought his hands to her hips and pulled her down sharply, making them both moan loudly. Even at that, he didn't release her but instead kept his hands firmly on her hips as he bucked his up into hers.

Finally resting all her weight on him, Marie matched Logan's rhythm thrust for thrust.

"Oh fuck yeah," Logan growled in encouragement, forcing his eyes opened to watch as she bounced tantalizingly above him. "That's it, baby. God, Marie, harder!"

Throwing her head back with abandon, Rogue arched her back to change the angle and thus the amount of pressure she exerted on his raging erection. She dropped her hands to the bed on either side of his knees to balance herself as she increased the power of her thrusts.

Logan's harsh breathing was loud in the confined area of the motor home as he approached the point of release. Moving his hands from her hips, they each gathered a breast, his palms rubbing her tight nipples to increase the stimulation on her body.

Faltering slightly in her efforts thanks to Logan's hands joining the act, Marie tried to focus on him and was quickly back on track. In fact it wasn't long before they were both screaming the other's name as they came together.

They both froze for an instant at the mind-blowing sensations flowing through them and then Marie slumped forward, collapsing onto Logan's chest, his arms wrapping immediately around her. Both were quiet for a moment as well, each working to catch their breath.

It was Logan who recovered first, thanks to his amazing healing factor. "Jesus Christ, Marie," he sighed loudly, "that was incredible."

A wonderfully innocent smile appeared on Rogue's face as she pulled back to look at him. "Really?" she asked insecurely.

Meeting her gaze squarely, Logan nodded. "Yeah ... really. Darlin', that's the best it's ever been."

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as her expression turned somber.

"What's wrong, Marie?"

Sitting back slightly, she shook her head a couple of times, dropping her gaze to the side. "Ah jus' wish that we could really... Ah mean, Ah wanna be able t' make love with ya awl the way, Logan. Ain't ya gonna get tired a awl this half way stuff?"

Logan's forehead furrowed, distorting his entire face. "Half way stuff?" he repeated, his hands moving to her shoulders in a firm grip. "Listen to me, Marie. We will be able to make love someday but even if we can't the answer is no. I will not get tired of all this half way stuff - as long as it's with you."

The smile returned to her face and became more confident then as she carefully rolled off him and started to get up.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Logan demanded, reaching out to pull her back down beside him. "I ain't through with you yet, darlin'."

Looking at him from beneath long lashes, Marie gave him a seductively roguish grin. "Wha' d'ya have in mind, sugah?"

Logan's laugh shook the entire motor home, as did the sexy growl that followed it. "C'mere and find out," he ordered playfully, a lecherous smirk dominating his gruffly handsome features.

~*~

As it turned out, they were up more than half the night - after all, Logan still had a lot of time to make up for and he was determined to make it up quickly. Marie of course didn't seem at all opposed to helping in fact she was getting to be almost as insatiable as he was.

They were still a few hours out from the Alaska border when Logan decided to stop for supplies. With Marie asleep in the back following the very late night, he jotted down a quick note and left it on the pillow beside her before exiting.

Logan moved swiftly through the store picking up the few necessities that they needed to get them by for the next few days. He was on his way from the automotive department to check out when something caught his eye in another department - one he would never have noticed before. Now though he was drawn in like metal to a magnet.

Reaching out, Logan fingered a beige bolt of sheer fabric, a leering grin spreading across his features. The smirk broadened, his left eyebrow rising toward his hairline as he took in the similar material in black, navy, white and red.

Unloading the armful of merchandise he'd already gathered on a nearby end cap, he started pulling the bolts off the display when a voice called out from behind him.

"Can I help you, sir?" a young female voice asked.

"Yeah," Logan responded, turning to face the surprised salesgirl with his arms full of five bolts of fabric. "I wanna get this."

The young woman's eyes widen even further when she saw Logan's face. "Okay," she said, punctuating that with a long pause. "I can cut those for you at the table."

With a curt nod he made his way to the table she'd indicated and slammed the bolts down.

Grabbing the first ream, the salesgirl prepared the fabric to cut before looking up at the feral looking man across from her. "How much of this one would you like, sir?"

Logan's forehead furrowed with impatience. "I want it all," he returned gruffly. Then, just to clarify further, he gestured at the other material as well and repeated his statement. "I want it all."

The girl swallowed hard, her eyes so wide they were in danger of popping out. "Okay... It'll take me a while to measure it all."

Tapping his foot impatiently, Logan succeeded only in making her slower as she struggled with a bad case of nerves.

After ten or fifteen minutes of watching her fumble with the bolts, Logan excused himself so he could retrieve the other items he'd gathered. Even then it was close to twenty minutes later by the time she finished.

"They will ring that up for you at the front, sir," the salesgirl told him. Her relief at finally getting rid of the growling man was more than obvious in her tone.

"Thanks," Logan muttered as he grabbed the huge pile of material from her. It took him a moment to organize everything so he could manage it to the front of the store and then he was off. There was only one more thing he had to pick up on his way out.

Luckily - for him and the store staff - there was no waiting at the checkouts. The clerk did however risk her life by looking from the fabric to the man purchasing it with a snicker.

The low growl that rumbled from the pit of Logan's stomach was enough, not only to smother the laugh but to wipe the smirk off her face as well.

By the time he made it back to the motor home, Marie was awake and about to go looking for him.

"There ya are," she greeted with a sexy drawl and a wide smile, backing up as Logan entered with one small bag and one huge one.

"Hey there, darlin'," he said, tossing his load on the couch beside the door before wrapping his arms around her. Logan pulled her sharply against his body and began to nuzzle, kiss and nip her neck where it was protected by her scarf. "Did you have a good nap?"

Marie giggled lightly at the tickle of his ever-present sideburns against her check. "It woulda been better if ya'd been with me," she insisted in a sultry tone.

"If I'd been with you, you wouldn't have been sleepin'," Logan assured her, his hands working to show her way she wouldn't have been sleeping.

"Logan," she chided, trying to sound sharp but it came out very playful. "Sugah, there're people watchin'."

He pulled back enough to remove his lips from her, growling as he did so. "Let 'em watch."

Laughing low in her throat, Marie struggled until he finally let her go. "Jeez, ya horny monster!"

Staring at her with a wide, toothy grin, Logan wiggled his brows as he brought both hands up to the sides of his face, his index fingers pointed up to make horns. Playfully he stalked toward her. "I'm an animal, darlin', not a monster," he stated in a mockingly hurt tone. "There is a difference you know?"

"Ah don't think ya're either," Marie told him clearly. "If ya ask me, ya're awl man!"

Logan paused in his advance, suddenly becoming motionless, a contemplative expression blanketing his handsome features. "If that's true, Marie, it's all because of you!"

"Aw, sugah, that's sweet," she returned, her teasing tone revealing her belief that he was making light.

Shaking his head, Logan advanced on her, taking her gloved hands in his. "I ain't teasing, Marie. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be that animal beating the shit out of drunks for money. You make me want to be more than that ... better than that."

The sincere honesty of both his expression and tone left Marie crying.

Confused by her emotional reaction, Logan's brow furrowed as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly to his chest. "Hey now, darlin'," he began softly, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

Marie shook her head - at that moment she was still too overwhelmed by his statement to form words of her own.

"Shh," Logan soothed quietly. "Come on, baby. You know I hate it when you get upset."

Sniffling softly, Marie ran her gloved hands over her eyes. "They're happy tears, sugah," she insisted, her voice trembling lightly with emotion. "Ah jus'..."

"You what, darlin'?" he asked, pushing her away slightly so he could look at her.

"Ah jus' love ya so much an' Ah still can't believe sometime that ya love me too," Rogue admitted in a quiet whisper.

"Believe it, Marie," Logan said firmly. "It's the truth. I love you. More than I ever thought I could love anything."

Her head tilting to the side, a sweet smile on her face, Marie gave him a wink before turning to unpack the supplies he'd bought. She reached for the one oversized bag first but before she could even touch it, Logan snatched it off the couch and jerked it away.

"That one's a surprise," he relayed to her at the shocked expression she turned on him.

"Okay..." Rogue returned, drawing out the word as she wondered what he'd found that had him all secretive.

Logan just grinned as he pinned her with a serious look. "It's for tonight now," he told her with a long pause. "Promise me you won't go peeking."

"Wha' makes t'night so special?" she wanted to know, her curiosity increasing due to his behavior.

"Well, darlin', you'll just have to wait 'til tonight to find out, won't you?"

Laughing lightly, Marie nodded. "Ah guess Ah will."

While Rogue stowed the rest of his purchases, Logan stashed the bag in the storage area beneath the bed. He knew that she couldn't sneak a peek without him knowing so there was no need in hiding it but he figured out of sight was out of mind and at least she wouldn't be tempted to try if it was out of sight.

In short order they were back on the road with Marie none the wiser on where they were headed or how close they were to their destination. Logan's path had been indirect enough that even if she knew where they were going she wouldn't have had a clue where they were.

"Ya mind if Ah turn on the radio, sugah?" Rogue asked after half an hour of silence.

"Nope," Logan returned with a grunt. At first he'd been reluctant to have it on since he doubted they had similar taste in music but that had quickly been disproved.

"Ya wan' fast and hard?" she questioned with a smirk and an arched brow.

Logan laughed at the double entendre. "Is there any other way?"

Licking her lips suggestively, Marie fiddled with the radio until she ran across something appropriate.

As the song ended, the disk jockey came on with his annoyingly upbeat tone, talking over the intro to the next song. "And now from the request lines we go back in time with this retro hit by AC/DC..."

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you -
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long

As the song continued, Logan and Marie looked to each other, both clearly amused by the timing of the song and how well it related to them.

Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine
She wanted no applause
Just another course
Made a meal out of me and came back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you -
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
And knocked me out and then you
Shook me all night long
You had me shakin' and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Well you took me
You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Ooooh you
Shook me all night long
Yeah yeah you
Shook me all night long
You really took and you
Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me
All night long

While the next classic rock song began, Logan reached over and turned down the volume, looking to Marie with a broad grin. "I think I found a new favorite song, darlin'," he told her, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Well it certainly gives me some ideas fer this evenin', sugah," Marie returned with a wink.

"Fuck evening," Logan said, his tone teasing but just barely.

Rogue batted her eyelashes at him, her smile broadening. "Ah already said yes."

Logan groaned loudly, shaking his head. "Damn, baby, you kill me sometimes."

"Aw, sugah, Ah'd never kill ya," she assured him seriously before tilting her head, a mischievous glint in her eye, "Ah might knock ya out and shake ya awl night long though."

Loud barking laughter filled the interior of the motor home, a low giggle quickly joining in. Marie was so busy watching Logan and thinking of her next comment from the song that she didn't notice the scenery outside or the sign announcing their arrival at the border. In fact she didn't notice anything until Logan started to slow down to pass through the checkpoint.

"What're ya..." the rest of the question died in her throat as she finally looked out the window and realized where they were. "Oh mah Gawd! Logan," she cried emotionally.

"Surprise, darlin'," he said softly, looking at her questioningly, hoping that he'd done well.

The love Marie felt for the man beside her increased exponentially. She was so overcome by emotion at that moment that all she could do was shake her head, tears streaming down her face.

Fear seized Logan's heart at her response. "What's wrong, Marie?" he asked, his tone nearing frantic levels.

Covering her eyes with one gloved hand, she simply continued to shake her head.

Logan had the motor home pulled over and parked before he made a conscious decision to do so. Immediately he moved out of his seat, kneeling in the small area between the two captain's chairs. "Marie, look at me," Logan requested hoarsely. Unable to wait for her to comply, he curled a finger beneath her chin and raised her head. "Tell me what's wrong, darlin'."

Turning in her seat, Rogue threw her arms around Logan's neck and pulled him close, nearly strangling him in the process. "Ah can' believe ya did this, Logan," she sobbed. "Ah'm sorry, ya must think Ah'm a big baby. Ah jus'... Ya keep doin' these amazin' thin's t' surprise me an' Ah ain't used t' it."

"I don't think you're a baby, Marie," Logan assured her as he sighed with relief. "You will always be my baby though so you better start gettin' used to surprises."

"Ah dunno wha' Ah did t' deserve ya, Logan," Marie whispered softly before pulling back from him.

His left eyebrow arching playfully, he shrugged as he stood up and resumed his seat. "I don't know either, darlin', but you're gonna be payin' for it for the rest of your life."

Swatting his shoulder roughly, she shook her head. "Shuddup," Rogue muttered.

"What do you say, darlin'? You ready to see Alaska?" Logan asked, pleased that his plan had been so well received.

"Ah'm ready," she nodded, excitement growing in her tone.

Grinning like an idiot, Logan pulled the motor home back onto the road and headed into Alaska. This was just the first of the surprises he had for her, he hoped that the second would be met with as much enthusiasm.

~*~

Marie's degree of excitement remained at peak levels through out the day. Every mile brought another breathtaking view, prompting a bigger smile and another giddy exclamation.

Logan was enjoying seeing everything through her eyes as he planned out the rest of their evening in his head. Nightfall couldn't come fast enough as far as he was concerned. He couldn't wait to give Marie the final surprise he'd found for her.

That being the case it was still early afternoon, around four o'clock, when he pulled off the main highway onto a broken down logging road.

"Where're we goin'?" Marie asked curiously.

"I'm getting kinda tired, darlin'," Logan told her, throwing in a yawn to help make his point. "Unlike someone, I didn't get a nap."

Rogue laughed lightly. "Like ya said 'fore, if ya had been nappin' with me we wouldn't a been nappin'."

"That, my dear, is why I'm stopping now," he said with a lecherous grin. "So we can not nap for a while before you wear me completely out."

"Me wear you out?" she returned incredulously. "Ah don' think that'll ever happen."

Logan considered that for a moment before arching a brow, smirking widely. "You might be right about that, darlin', but it'll be fun puttin' that to the test now won't it?"

"It sure will, sugah," Marie agreed in a low, seductive drawl as she winked at him.

Turning his attention back to the road, still grinning like an idiot, Logan found a secluded spot in short order and parked. He waited until Marie was occupied with making dinner before he excused himself from her presence and moved to the back of the motor home.

Rogue watched him go with an appreciative smile, focusing her gaze on his magnificent ass. She turned back almost immediately to her task, only to have her attention drawn by the rustling of a plastic bag.

Grabbing the sack he'd stashed earlier under the bed, Logan turned to find Marie watching him with a quizzical expression. Without a word, and being careful to keep his face neutral, he walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

With a shake of her head, Marie focused again on the work before her until she came to a point where she could step away without risking the meal. Walking softly, she moved to the door behind which Logan had sequestered himself.

At first all she heard was more plastic rustling and then an odd silence reigned for a moment. Rogue was about to go back to her cooking when the distinctive snikt of metal scraping across metal startled her.

Marie knew the sound well and she was concerned about why Logan would unsheathe his claws at such a time. She was lifting her hand to knock on the door when the sound of ripping fabric reached her ears.

"Logan?" she cried loudly, her worry clear in her tone as she pounded on the door.

Instantly all audible movement in the small lavatory ceased. After a brief pause, Logan's voice responded through the barrier. "Yeah, darlin'?" he answered, his tone low and secretive.

"What're ya doin'?" she questioned suspiciously.

Another long pause followed. "Just using the can, baby," he replied with a bit of a plea in his voice.

Rogue's brows furrowed for a moment before a soft giggle broke free. "Is yer zipper broke or somethin'?"

"Marie, is dinner ready yet?" Logan wanted to know - a not so subtle hint that he was through talking.

"Ah'm workin' on it, sugah," she chuckled.

There was one last sharp tearing of fabric then more rustling of the plastic bag that nearly drowned out his next comment. "You can reach the kitchen from in front of the bathroom door? That I gotta see," he said, quickly pulling the door opened.

Logan was careful to assure that the bag was closed so she couldn't see what it contained. In fact, he made quite a show of putting the package behind his back, his brow arched as though daring her to try to peek.

Rolling her eyes dramatically, Marie shook her head as she turned again toward the kitchen to continue dinner.

Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Logan quickly pulled a couple items from the bag, hiding them under the corner of the air mattress. With that accomplished he stowed the rest beneath the bed for storage.

That task complete, he walked forward to join Marie. He was almost passed her heading toward the couch when he turned back abruptly, wrapping his arms around her waist, one hand landing flat on her stomach. Logan pulled her back firmly against his body as his head dropped to her neck, her long brown hair protecting his lips as he kissed her.

"It's nice to know you miss me, darlin'," he crowed proudly, his hand sliding slowly lower.

The arousing movement of his hand made Marie gasp. The sound transformed into a throaty sigh when the swirling sensation in her stomach traveled south, settling in her groin along with Logan's hand.

"What do you say we screw dinner and just have dessert?" Logan asked only partly teasing.

Taking a deep, ragged breath, Rogue shook her head. "Ah say we eat dinner, f'get dessert and jus' screw!" she returned playfully, her tone tight with building tension.

Pulling back slightly from her, his hand moving up to splay against her lower abdomen, Logan dropped a kiss on her shoulder. "Okay, darlin', we'll do it your way."

"Good," Marie replied crisply, "cause dinner's ready."

Logan barked out a laugh as he fully released her. "I think we're both gonna need the energy," he informed her, pitching in to help take the food to the table. In the next minute they were sitting side by side, sharing their meal.

Despite their earlier teasing and Logan's anxiety concerning her impending surprise, he and Marie ate at a leisurely pace, enjoying long silences and occasional conversation. That was one of the things Logan loved the most about their relationship, they didn't feel the need to have to talk every minute. They simply enjoyed being together, sitting side by side holding hands or cuddling together on the couch.

By the time the meal was finished, Logan was about to have a heart attack from the anticipation of his final surprise. When Marie rose from the table to start cleaning up, he decided he couldn't wait any longer. As she reached for the dirty dishes in front of them, Logan sprang from his seat and grabbed her, pulling her out of reach.

"Logan," Rogue scolded, playfully swatting at the hands clasped around her middle.

Bending slightly, Logan scooped her up in his arms and started carrying her toward their large bed.

Her giggling was doing nothing to add credibility to the seriousness of her tone. "Logan, Ah gotta clean up."

"You can clean up later," he returned before letting loose the most amazingly arousing growl.

Marie's body was already responding in a way that could not be denied so when Logan put her down in front of the bed, she did nothing to move back to her earlier task.

Just thinking about what he could do had Logan panting for breath and barely able to think straight. "You," he began gruffly, pointing at Marie, "naked, now!"

"Aw," Rogue cooed mockingly, "how romantic."

Logan glared at her for a moment through narrowed eyes before putting on a pair of latex gloves he'd pulled from the pocket of his jeans. "Okay, darlin', you wanna do it the hard way, we'll do it the hard way."

Rogue's eyes widened when he stalked toward her. His intent was quite clear and she was thoroughly turned on by the prospect of Logan stripping her. Raking her teeth across her lower lip, she watched him advance with bated breath.

Noticing the eagerness in her eyes, Logan had to grin. Moving forward he immediately reached for her, curling his hand into the front of her low cut blouse and pulling her forward by the fabric. With her standing mere inches away from him, he released her shirt, letting his hand glide down the front of the garment to the hem. Logan's other hand came up then to join the first and working together they jerked the blouse up and over her head in one swift motion.

That much taken care of, Logan was quick to relieve her of her bra as well, leaving her standing before him topless. He paused for only the briefest of beats to admire her before turning his attention to the rest of her clothing. Meeting her darkened gaze with his own, Logan unfastened her jeans then slipped his hands beneath both those and her panties, pushing them down forcibly.

Immediately his nostrils flared, his eyes rolling back in his head as the heavy scent of Marie's arousal assaulted his heightened senses. This body responded with primal instinct, his groin tightening painfully as he battled with the beast within that demanded he take her.

Knowing that he couldn't contain his lust much longer, Logan pushed her back gently, sending her sprawling on her back. Dropping to his knees before her, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he curled his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed with a quick jerk. His glove covered hands slipped under Marie's jeans and panties, slowly sliding them down her legs as far as he could.

Fighting to breath and remain in control, Logan lifted her left leg and roughly pulled her shoe off before repeating the process with her right foot. After that is was an easy task to fully remove the rest of her clothing.

Marie watched him in his diligent effort to strip her naked, her eyes hooded with desire and lit with anticipation.

Finally pulling off her socks, Logan skimmed his hands up the back of Rogue's calves to her knees. At that point he rotated his wrists, bringing his hands to the outsides of her legs as he ran them up her thighs then up over her hips.

Logan's hands paused there briefly before sliding down over the top curve of her butt with a light touch.

Rogue shivered, an involuntary response to the slow caress of Logan's hands. She looked at him demurely from beneath thick lashes, suggestively running her tongue over her upper lip.

A low, rough growl escaped Logan's throat as he quickly, and quite forcibly, maneuvered his hands under her ass. With a primal grin, he lifted her off the bed and moved her back far enough from the edge that she could lay back without her feet hanging off. Satisfied with her positioning, Logan rather unceremoniously dropped her.

Marie landed with a soft grunt, arching her eyebrow at him as she repeated the suggestive action with her tongue.

Logan's jeans were already uncomfortably tight and he needed to remedy that very soon. "Lay down," he ordered gruffly.

Smiling seductively, Rogue obeyed the command, albeit slowly.

With growing impatience at her teasing pace, Logan waited for her to lie back, an animalistic growl prompting her to move a little faster. Once she was properly prone, he made another demand, his voice even harsher. "Close your eyes!"

"Wha' if Ah don' wanna?" Rogue teased lightly with a exaggeratedly sexy drawl.

"Marie!" Logan barked loudly. "Close your God damn eyes!"

Her eyes widened instead but not from fear - more from amusement. "Ah's only teasin', sugah. Ya know we oughta do somethin' t' work off awl that tension ya got."

Logan's smile became almost scary as he stared at her with dark eyes. "Oh we're gonna work off my tension, darlin'. Now close your eyes."

Finally she did as Logan requested and let her eyes fall shut. Her smile was lost almost immediately and she began to chew nervously on her lower lip as she waited - for what she didn't know.

Battling the wild beast inside him, Logan quickly unfastened his jeans as he kicked off his boots.

Marie couldn't keep her eyes close when she heard the sound of his zipper. She had expected to find him watching her, ready to reprimand her for peeking. Instead she found him hurriedly removing his own clothing. Intense fear for Logan's safety swept through her, making her heart pound even harder.

"What're ya doin'?" she questioned, her terror clear in her tone.

"You eyes are supposed to be closed, Marie," he reminded her, looking up from unbuttoning his shirt.

Her fear getting the best of her, Rogue quickly sat up.

"Trust me, darlin'," Logan said quietly.

"Logan..." She started to tell him that what he was doing was not only dangerous but also foolish until something in his expression made her stop.

When Marie fell silent, Logan finished pushing off his jeans then moved to sit at the foot of the bed, close to her but not frighteningly so. "Listen to me, baby," he began softly, his voice trembling ever so slightly. "It's okay ... just trust me, darlin'."

"Ah do trust ya, Logan," Rogue responded, her tone less than convincing.

Logan didn't say a word instead he just stared at her with an expression that pleaded for proof.

Despite her fear, Marie could not deny his request for trust. She knew in her heart that Logan would never hurt her and they had already established that him getting hurt would affect her the same way. Taking a deep, shaky breath and releasing it slowly, Marie laid back down and closed her eyes.

The relief Logan felt at the gesture was nearly overpowering. For a brief moment he closed his eyes, breathing a heavy sigh. In the next minute he was up again, removing the remainder of his clothing.

Praying to whatever God might hear her; Rogue just laid there trembling as she listened to the continued rustling of garments. Her body was shaking almost violently by the time she felt the mattress move beneath her. Before her mind had an opportunity to fully process the movement, something light and wispy settled over her, covering her body from head to toe. Marie wanted to open her eyes and see what it was but she decided to give Logan the trust he'd asked for and left them closed. She tried to calm her nerves but it was next to impossible as she felt the mattress moving when he positioned himself beside her.

Stretching out at Marie's side, Logan took a moment to just look at her lying there, draped in the tan colored fabric. A moment of that was all he could take and he quickly sat up before leaning over her and pressing his lips to hers behind the protection of the thin material.

Marie nearly melted as she felt Logan's lips softly on hers. She returned the kiss hungrily and before long she felt his tongue tracing the curve of her mouth. After allowing adequate time for his exploration, Rogue opened her own mouth, her tongue sliding out to duel with his.

Logan growled lightly into her mouth before pulling back a little to look at her. His heart swelled as she continued to keep her eyes closed, proving her trust. He shifted slightly at Marie's side then placed a kiss over each closed lid. After that Logan kissed the tip of her nose and each corner of her mouth before starting a trail of kisses down her neck.

Stopping at the hollow of her throat, he started up the other side of her neck forming a deep 'V'. Logan took his time too, he wasn't in any hurry and the small sighs and moans that were already escaping Marie's parted lips were filled with pleasure.

Upon reaching her other ear, Logan jutted out his tongue, slowly running it along the line of her jaw to the point of her chin. From there it was back to kisses as he slid very slowly down the center of her body until his lips were over the spot where the metal tag lay between her breasts.

The fabric, whatever it was, allowed Rogue to feel every sensation of the moist kiss, even the roughness of his tongue and the scrape of his whiskers. With her eyes still closed, it was easy to believe that she was feeling nothing but skin against her own. Rogue was still trying to wrap her brain around that when Logan kissed his way up the side of her right breast.

"Aawww, Logan..." Marie moaned arching her back to force more contact.

With a satisfied smile, Logan pulled back slightly to flick his tongue over her already erect nipple. He watched her body shudder beneath him, gasping for breath as he fought the growing demand for gratification from the animal portion of his mind. Logan had waited a long time for this moment and he would not let the part of him that was Wolverine ruin it by making him rush.

Bending his head back down, he went to work, suckling her breast with alternating nips that marked her as his own. Following each gentle bite, Logan would lovingly soothe the mark with his tongue. Once he'd paid adequate attention to every centimeter there, he moved on to repeat the process on the other breast, kissing down the right peak and up the left.

Marie was in absolute heaven thanks to her lover's efforts. What she was feeling now were things that she had resigned herself never to feel. She was rather loudly vocalizing her encouragement to Logan without conscious thought. All her mind was aware of was the magnificent pleasure that she was feeling.

After lavishing equal time on her left breast, Logan was more than ready to move on. Returning his head to the spot between her breasts, he started to forge a trail of alternating kisses and licks slowly down the center of her body. Pausing at her navel, Logan circled it with his tongue before dipping it into the small cavity. He smiled against her abdomen as he continued his downward journey, stopping to plant a firm kiss just above the thick patch of hair at the junction of her thighs.

Her body bucked and trembled against his mouth as Rogue fought for breath. Logan paused there briefly until the gasps settled into a steadier if still ragged rhythm. It was hard to wait with the thick scent of her arousal in such close proximity to his flaring nostrils, the smell threatening to overwhelm him.

Finally her respiration calmed and he couldn't wait any longer. His eyes heavily hooded with desire and darkened by lust, Logan moved again, bringing his mouth even with her moist center and burying it against her.

Rogue's body bucked wildly as she gasped and moaned, her eyes finally flying open. "Lo-gan!" she screamed brokenly as he worked her mercilessly.

Logan used everything at his disposal, lips, tongue and teeth, to pleasure the woman he loved more than anything he ever had, or ever would. He sucked and licked at her greedily, unable to get enough of the sweet taste of her - the likes of which he'd never experienced. Her loud whimpers and the bucking of her hips only fed the fire that was raging through him. Logan brought her to orgasm repeatedly and could have continued all night. Hell that was his plan until he finally became aware of the words Marie was moaning.

"Oooh, Logan... Aw GAWD!" she stammered breathlessly, working to make her words heard. "Please ... uh ... please, Logan... Gawd, Ah ... Ah wanna feel ya, Logan..."

With an animalistic growl that vibrated against her wet folds, Logan finally pulled back from her. He let his eyes drift slowly up the length of her body, licking at the juices glistening on his face until his gaze locked on hers. The look of need and desire in those brown depths made his body tremble with want.

Moving carefully, Logan shifted his legs so that his knees were between her still spread thighs. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly lowered himself down until he was lightly pressed against the length of her body, his weight supported mostly by his arms.

Marie sighed at the feel of his body against hers without some thick barrier between them. She could, of course, feel the long, hard length of his erection against her wet throbbing center but she could also feel the soft hairs on his body and every ripple of muscle. Once again she closed her eyes and pretended that there was no barrier, that it was just her and Logan, flesh to flesh and heart to heart.

As he stretched out on top of her, Logan's body jerked violently as his cock made contact with her slick folds. A loud growl rumbled from the pit of his stomach causing him to vibrate against her.

The sensation had Rogue gasping, a sound that quickly transformed into a throaty moan.

"God, baby, I wanna be inside you so damn bad," Logan breathed hotly beside her ear.

It was a moment before she could respond with anything other than a loud whimper. Finally she managed to form words, "Ah wan' that too, Logan."

Lifting himself higher with his arms, Logan stared down at her for a moment, searching her eyes. "Do you, Marie?"

"Yesss," she returned in a long, breathless moan.

"Will you trust me, darlin'?"

Instantly Rogue nodded. "Ah do, sugah."

Without a word, Logan pushed himself to his knees and reached behind him toward the corner of the mattress. He ripped it up almost violently, reaching beneath it for something Marie couldn't quite see before dropping it back into place. Logan twisted his body around again to face her as he tore into the box of condoms he held.

Marie watched him rip off one square packet and toss the rest aside. Using his teeth, he opened the foil wrapper and with trembling hands removed the rubber disk. She watched him start the condom on the tip of his thickly swollen cock before letting her eyes travel up the hard length of his body to settle on his face. His battle for calm control was plain to see, as was the fact that he was painfully in need of some relief.

Once the rubber was in place, Logan returned his gaze to Marie only to find her staring up at him with anticipation. As he kept his eyes locked on hers, he moved his right hand away from her body and released a single deadly claw with a metallic clang. Logan saw her eyes widen but to her credit she didn't flinch or pull away.

He shifted his gaze back down her body, his breath harsh in his own ears as he brought his hand down in front of him. Logan was careful to make sure that just the tip of his claw punctured the thin fabric. It was going to be a tight fit but then it had to be, anything else would be suicide.

The sound of material tearing made Rogue shudder, both with fear and anticipation. She followed Logan's movements with her eyes as he sheathed his claw and adjusted his position to push his latex clad penis through the small opening in the fabric.

Logan's eyes slid shut and he hissed in a series of breaths through clenched teeth as he slid his cock into the tight hole. Finally the material would go no further and he took a couple of deep, calming breaths before letting his eyes drift open. Focusing on the chocolate brown depths of Marie's eyes, Logan started at her for a moment or two.

"Are you sure, Marie?" he asked again, needing to know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"Please, Logan," she begged without pause.

A highly aroused sigh escaped his lips at her tone. He closed his eyes for a beat to fight the animalistic urge to bury himself in her with one swift thrust. Logan resigned himself to slow, gentle movements - he would not hurt her.

"Just relax, baby," Logan told her softly, his tone gruff with desire. "I don't wanna hurt you, darlin'."

Marie nodded in response and did her best to relax but it was next to impossible with rampant emotions flowing through her.

Logan started to lean down again when he realized that with his hands on one side of the barrier and his cock on the other, it wasn't going to be easy to position himself. "Marie, I need you to help guide me," he whispered tightly. "Just take a hold and get me started, darlin'."

Following Logan's instructions, Rogue moved a hand to his erection, wrapping her fingers around it firmly.

"Easy, baby," Logan hissed against the firm pressure.

Loosening her grip, she guided him toward her opening as he leaned down toward her.

"That's it, Marie," he encouraged her softly.

It was seconds later when the tip of his penis made contact, drawing a deep moan from both of them. They froze in unison for a beat before Logan moved a little closer, pushing inside just a bit. He watched Marie's face carefully as he ever so slowly inched his way into her body, pausing every little bit to let her get accustomed to the invasion.

Before long, Logan had to close his eyes from the exquisite pleasure of being held so tightly by the woman he truly loved. Once he was fully embedded, he opened his eyes again and completely froze. Marie was lying beneath him, tears streaming down her face, which held a slightly pained expression.

"Baby, am I hurting you?" Logan questioned quickly, his tone full of love.

Unable to speak, Rogue simple shook her head.

"Marie, you're crying," he informed her, his own eyes filling with tears at the thought that he was causing her pain.

"Ah ... Ah never thought this'd really happen, Logan," she sobbed lightly. "Ya feel so good an'..." Rogue paused, releasing a long sigh as she gave him a smile. "They're happy tears, sugah. Ah love ya so much. Make love t' me."

Those were the words that he'd wanted to hear since he first saw her. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good," he told her as he started to pull back slowly, taking it almost to the point of withdrawal before pushing back into her gently.

"Ya already are," Marie returned seductively.

Logan arched his left eyebrow playfully, "Darlin', I ain't even started yet."

Rogue gave him a teasing grin as she slid her tongue around her parted lips.

With a growl of lust, he leaned down, capturing her lips with his own as he pumped into her willing flesh. Slowly as their tongues dueled, mimicking the actions of their bodies, Logan began to increase the speed and force of his trusts. He was very conscious of Marie's responses, listening for sounds pain but there was only pleasure audible in her moans and whimpers.

"Oh God, baby, you're so tight," Logan whispered against her ear. "You feel so damn good, darlin'."

A loud moan was Rogue's only reply, she was already so close that she couldn't form coherent thought much less speak. Her body tensed with impending release as Logan's body pounded against her. She arched her back, lifting her upper body off the mattress beneath her as she screamed out his name in a shuddering tone.

Logan paused in his actions while she clenched around him, her inner muscles squeezing him as they contracted spasmodically. He waited until she was almost fully recovered and opened her eyes to him again.

"Tha' was incredible, Logan," Marie informed him breathlessly.

A wild grin spread across Logan's face. "I ain't done yet, darlin'," he returned as he began to thrust into her again, this time with a more powerful rhythm. He managed to bring her to orgasm once more before finally howling out her name as she clenched around him the third time.

Once they had ridden out the waves of intense pleasure, Logan smoothed the miracle fabric against Marie's sides, holding it in place as he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Somehow they managed to stay connected through the turn and with a contented sigh, Marie collapsed onto his chest, panting for breath.

"Oh mah Gawd, Logan," she cooed in an awed tone. "Ah never thought it'd be so ... amazin'."

He looked up at her, the gauzy fabric now covering him, and smiled. "That's the beauty of a healing factor, darlin'," he told her playfully. "And you know what else, Marie?"

With a demure grin and a questioning expression she responded, "What?"

"It'll only get better, baby."

"Ya're gonna have t' prove that one, Logan," Marie replied seductively, knowing that he would.

Logan growled low in his throat as he jerked his hips up firmly, his cock already beginning to harden again. "It'll be my pleasure, darlin'."

Marie released a long, enraptured moan. "Mmm ... mine too, sugah.

~*~

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