Logan and I have just finished up having a talk with the Professor and the X-Men and are now heading up to our room. Logan falls into step beside me and we walk leisurely to the teacher's wing. There are a few students milling about while classes are running. A few of the kids give me and Logan a smile or nod as they pass us. I return the sentiments but Logan remains stoic as ever. The poor kids are probably terrified of him. The big bad Wolverine I've overhead some of the kids call him. It does fit him from a certain point of view. To them all they see is a hard-ass stone faced grouch. Me I get to see his true face; his various smiles, his warm laughter and his dry sarcastic wit. It makes me happy to know I am the only one who truly sees Logan as he is under the mask of Wolverine.

Each of the X-Men all see something different. Scott sees a loose cannon and a wild man. Jean sees the tortured and broken man. Ororo sees a romantic. Even the Professor sees Logan as his old friend. Each of their points of view has some truth to them, but they only make up a part of the whole. I feel privileged to be the only one to know Logan's truest self. He too knows my truest self. Most around the mansion see the sassy young woman with a southern lilt in her voice. Logan has seen and accepts the feral in me. The little bit of darkness in me that I keep back only for him. It comes out when we make love, or when we fight and train and only he sees it. Whether that darkness was always mine, or if those pricks at the lab gave it to me; it doesn't matter. I can't change it. I could just be mirroring Logan's own darkness from when he imprinted on me; but that all means nothing now. It's there, and I wouldn't change it. It brings me closer to him.

We slowly make our way up the stairs to the top floor of the teacher's wing. I can still hear lessons going on in the distance and I wonder idly how the girls are doing. I guess I owe Kitty and Jube's an explanation as to where I and Logan disappeared to. I'm pretty sure the Professor kept it between him and the team. They've been good friends and it was good fun hanging out with them, so I feel I should tell them. I'll get around to it, but for now Logan and I want to go to our room. I step forward and open the door. Logan steps through after me and dumps our dufflebags on the chair in the corner. I gently close the door and loud click sounds through the room as it locks shut.

"So" I begin. "What do you want to do today?" He turns as he removes his leather jacket.

"Take it easy? A day in bed maybe?" he suggests as he throws the jacket over the back of the chair. I smile at him as he leers at me his devilish grin. I sometimes thing he could almost pass for classically charming if it wasn't for the animalistic part of him. But classically charming is for air-headed simpering idiots in films. I want a proper man; and currently there is one staring at me like I am a sex goddess come to earth. I feel a warm flush run through me and the burning wetness at my core as he kicks his boots off and steps towards me.

"All day in bed sugar?" I tease. "No breaks?" He just smirks at me as he keeps stepping closer. I feel like prey being stalked by a predator only I have no desire not to be caught. He steps up to me and wraps his arms around my shoulder and presses us together.

"All day" he confirms. "I want to smell us in the room again" he says. Now that I think about it I can barely smell our scents in the room. Logan nuzzles his face into my cheek and I let out a low murmur of approval.

"What about food?" I ask him quietly as he kisses my neck. I let out a low gasp as he nips his teeth along my hammering pulse point.

"Don't need food. Just you" he mumbles into my neck as he laves his warm tongue along the bite to soothe the skin.

"Mhm" I mutter. "Love you". I feel his lips curl into a smile against my neck and the scent of his lust spikes sharply in the room.

"Love you too darlin'" he whispers pulling his head back to look me in the eye. "Now lets get undressed before I claw those clothes off of you!" I feel my knees wobble at the thought of his claws tearing my clothes from my body and file away that idea for another day. Today I just want to feel loved and love him back. His arms pull free and Logan steps back and begins removing his shirt. I'd love nothing more than to stay put and watch my own private strip-show but the desire to get naked with him is overwhelming. I begin tugging my long sleeve shirt free of my jeans and I pull it over my head. I watch as Logan's eyes snap to my bra-encased breasts as I throw my shirt into the corner. Logan beings working on his belt and jean zipper as I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor.

I watch as Logan's hands fumble for a moment as his eyes lock onto my bared breasts. I smirk a little as I begin working on my own jeans. Logan finally gets his hands working correctly and he lowers his zipper and slides his jeans down his legs. Logan gets his revenge and smirks back at me as my hands become like stone as my eyes lock onto his throbbing cock. Thank god for men who go without boxers. I see Logan's devilish smirk and decide to tease him a little. I poke the tip of my tongue out and slowly wet my lips as I stare unashamed at his hard manhood. I hear Logan let out a low groan in the back of his throat and I win back my smirk. I look into his eyes and see realisation there as he clicks onto my little tease. My hands go back to my jeans and I quickly unbutton and unzip them. I turn my back to Logan and grip my jeans by the waistline and slowly peel them down my legs along with my panties. I bend all the way forward as I lower the jeans affording Logan a good view of my wet folds. Logan lets out a pained groan from behind me and I step slowly out of my jeans.

"Sweetheart, you're killin' me" he says desperately as I turn back to him.

"That's the idea baby" I tell him teasingly as he steps towards me. Once again I feel like his prey. But this time I move towards him meeting him halfway. His arms wrap tight around my hips and his hands rest comfortingly on my ass. My breasts tingle as they press flat against his muscled chest and we none to gently press our lips together. I giggle slightly as we miss and knock our foreheads together and a dull metal thump sounds throughout the room. He just grins quickly as he presses his lips against mine. I can feel his weeping cock press flat against my belly. Our lips find our rhythm and Logan takes the backseat playing lips to my tongue. I probe deep into his mouth, tracing my tongue against his sharp canines.

Our kiss deepens as I snake my hand between our bodies. Logan tilts his hips back to give my hand room as I reach down and wrap my fingers tightly around his cock. He lets out a dull groan as I start stroking him gently. I feel his fingers dig deeply into the flesh of my ass as he begins kneading. I let out a muffled matching gasp as his hands work my ass. I pull back my lips from his and look into Logan's face. His lips are slightly swollen and wet from our kiss. His eyes are glazed over and his breath catches each time I pump his cock.

"Let's go to bed sugar" I whisper huskily to him as a warm smile spreads across my face. Logan lets out a sound of approval as he removes his hands from my ass and turns me on the spot. He is stepping closer pushing me towards the bed. I release his cock as I let myself fall back into the soft mattress. I shuffle up the bed and rest my head on the pillows. He knees down at the foot of the bed and his devilish sex grin spreads across his face.

"Going to make me beg sugaaar?" I ask seductively looking him in the eye. He just smirks at me and crawls his way up the bed and hovers over my body. I can feel his cock prodding against my thigh and his breath wash over my neck.

"Never make you beg Marie" he whispers honestly. I let out a giggle.

"Except all those times you made me beg" I point out. He lets out a slow chuckle and kisses my cheek lightly.

"'Cept all those times" he agrees. He lowers his lips again to kiss me lightly on the tip of my nose. "What can I say? You're just so cute when you're beggin' me" he whispers deeply and I feel my hips arch up at his words. God I must really be a masochist, I can't help but get all hot and bothered whenever he teases me.

"Well, then. Please fuck my brains out Mr Logan" I whisper sexily into his ear. Logan's breath catches and I hear a deep rumbling growl come from his chest. I smile at the success of my line. "Fuck me so hard even my healing won't fix my limp!" I beg him barely masking the desperation I feel.

"Anythin' for my Marie" he whispers gently into my ear as he lowers his body to mine. I feel his cockhead slide up my thigh leaving a damp trail in its wake. My thighs fall open to cradle his hips and I wrap my arms around his neck. I feel Logan lining himself up with my wet center and I let out a loud gasp when his cockhead touches my folds.

"Please Logan!" I beg again. I open my mouth to beg some more but all that comes out is a loud cry as he spears his cock deep into my core. "Yes" I moan loudly. I feel complete. I feel full. Logan lets out a low growl as he positions his hands either side of my head for better leverage. I wrap thighs around his hips tighter and cross my ankles beneath his ass. Logan presses his lips against mine and this time he takes the initiative and he is tongue to my lips as his tongue searches deep into my mouth swirling against my own.

Logan rocks his hips back and then pounds forward with such intensity I feel my eyes flutter slightly as I let out a muffled cry to match his groan. Logan sets the pace as he rocks back and then pounds his cock deep into my channel wrenching a pleasured cry from me. Soon we can't concentrate on kissing and fucking and we just keep our lips pressed together as he fucks his cock deep into me over and over. Quickly the room is filled with sounds and smells of our love-making. I begged for him to fuck my brains out and the romantic bastard makes love to me. Oh boy am I going to get my revenge for this one; preferably something that involves me getting fucked hard against a wall or something.

Logan nips gently at my lower lip as he continues pumping his hips. I get my thighs in on the action and with my legs locked around him I pull him into me increasing the force of each thrust. My loud cries have become sporadic screams punctuated by desperate gasps for air. Logan is letting out grunts and moans with each forward thrust. The bubble of pleasure in my center is building fast and I can feel it tightening in my core. My blood is pounding in my ears and I focus my eyes onto Logan's. His are glazed over and unfocused but they stare right back into mine.

If this were us making love as we would normally this would be where Logan would slow up to kiss the living daylights out of me, but instead he speeds up his thrusts. I guess I am getting the hard fuck I ordered; might have to put a pin in that revenge idea yet. I run my fingers through the back of Logan's sweat damp hair and I can see beads of sweat forming at his temple.

Logan lets out a loud grunt as he pounds is cock into me and I can feel the bubble of pressure getting close to bursting. I can hear Logan desperately saying something over and over to me but I can't focus enough to understand. I'm responding with unintelligible words begging him to keep going. I feel his cock thrust deep once more and I'm floating. I let out a desperate scream and my toes curl. My back arches up lifting Logan slightly as he continues pumping his cock into me. The pleasure is washing over me and I can feel the shocks of bliss rock up my spine with each thrust of his hips. I feel my lungs burn with lack of air as my scream of pleasure echoes loudly off the walls. I can hear Logan's grunts of pleasure get louder and louder as he desperately pumps his hips in search of his climax.

My eyes return to focus and my orgasm finishes washing over me as Logan lets out a desperate howl of pleasure and he thrusts his cock deep into me one final time. His hips still and I can feel the warmth of his seed fill me from within. For the first time in my remembered life I wish I could get pregnant and have his babies. Logan's whole body slumps down on top of mine as his muscles spasm occasionally. I can feel his cock twitching and throbbing deep within me and Logan lets out a low guttural groan as his climax finishes. I lower my arms from his neck and hold him too me. I feel a tingle in my breasts where my sensitized nipples are pressed against his chest. I unhook my ankles and let my thighs go limp and fall to the sides of Logan's hips.

His eyes come into focus and look deeply into mine and I feel his lips start moving softly against my own. I return the kiss as our tongues lightly tease each other. I feel my heartbeat slowing and in Logan's chest I can feel his doing the same. Logan shifts his hips and I can feel his softening cock slip from my warm center leaving a trail of fluid as it goes. Logan breaks the kiss and with a loud groan rolls himself onto his back and I let out a loud squeal as he flips me along with him. I shuffle down slightly and rest my cheek over his heart and listen to the still rapid beating. Between my legs I can feel the proof of Logan's climax slowly seep downwards and my thoughts return to our possible babies.

"You ever think about having kids" I ask him quietly. I feel his roving hands still for a moment as they trace up and down my spine.

"Yeah, sometimes" he admits slowly. "Why?"

"Just got to thinking I guess" I tell him. Logan lets out one of his deep hearty chuckles.

"Pretty interesting time to be thinkin' sweetheart" he says with amusement heavy in his voice. I tilt my head up and look him in the eye.

"Kind of fits with the theme though" I say with a giggle. "But seriously? We have no bad guys after us. We've got a home and some friends... so why not think about kids?"

"We still got stuff to work on darlin'" he says warmly as his hands continue stroking me. I see his sweet smile looking down at me.

"I know, I don't mean right this second" I say hurriedly. "Just, something I want one day".

"Me too Marie" he says as he leans up to kiss my forehead. "Jean did say she could remove the birth control plugs if we wanted".

"Maybe I'll talk to her about it tomorrow" I whisper quietly. "Something to think about".

"Yeah" he says. "But you're right. We have got a home and no bad guys after us."

"A home" I say happily. "I bet those pricks in the lab would never have expected that". I nuzzle my face into his chest and smile.

"Mhm" he agrees lazily as the need for sleep begins to overcome him. "So how many little ones do you want to fill this place up with?" he asks.

"Dunno" I say honestly as I feel my eyes getting heavier. "Some... lots maybe" I say with a chuckle.

"We best get loads of practice then darlin'" he says sleepily as he wraps his arms comfortingly around me.

"You bet sugar" I mumble quietly as I close my eyes and fall gently into a sleep filled with dreams of hazel eyes babies and little feral toddlers.

Intermission.