A/N: Thanks so much to everyone that read and reviewed the first part of this story. I'm really glad that you liked it! I hope you'll enjoy this part as well. This story is supposed to be a songfic and I originally didn't want to separate it into parts, but it was getting kind of lengthy, so, I decided to split it up. Sorry this one took forever to post… Can't believe it's been this long! I was trying to decide exactly where I wanted these two to go in this chapter.

Just a disclaimer: I still, unfortunately, own nothing… Neither Logan/Wolverine nor Marie/Rogue is mine. The beautiful song belongs to Alicia Keys. Her lyrics are centered in bold italics. Here's Verse 2…

~I know you once said to me, "This is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be."~

"I don't know when," he started, exhaling. "But I do know how." He roughly ran his hands through his hair. "You're right. We… we 'get' each other. You're not afraid of me because… You're able to see the man... Not just the animal everyone else sees…" he said before looking down. He appeared to compose himself before going on. "We talk, and laugh, joke around… You make me feel like… like a person. People never wanna be around me, but you did… all the time," he said, sounding almost agitated. "It scared the shit outta me when I actually started wanting you around." She would have felt slightly insulted if she hadn't been so touched. He looked up at her solemnly. "I wanted you to feel special, Marie… because you are, skin or no skin. Touching you was worth it… every time." She couldn't breathe. Her lips parted, but no air went in or out. Her eyes were fixed on his and her knees were buckling. When she felt she would surely die, he did the unthinkable. He said the unthinkable. "I love you, Marie."

~Time is only wasting, so why wait for eventually?~

She exhaled, raggedly. Her heart beat rapidly, and her hands clenched together to keep her from shaking. Before she knew it a tear had escaped, trailing down her cheek, past her chin, and landed on her chest. She'd dreamed of this, hoped for it, but never thought there was a chance in hell that it would actually happen. She never stopped to prepare herself for a positive outcome. All talked out, he was silent again. He just looked at her, waiting for her to decide the next move.

She did. 'The man just told you he loves you!' she reminded herself. She pushed her hands down to her sides after mentally smacking herself on the forehead. She exhaled again and a smile crept onto her face. Suddenly, she rushed over to his closet and yanked a long-sleeved flannel shirt from its hanger. She hastily shoved her arms into the sleeves and fastened the top two buttons under the collar to cover the exposed skin on her chest. She turned to see him eyeing her intriguingly, and without hesitation, she charged over to him.

Throwing herself into his embrace, she flung her clothed arms around his neck and kissed the top of his head. He held her tightly around the waist, the side of his face pressing against the silk fabric just beneath her breasts. They stayed that way for a few moments, just holding each other. He turned his head forward and with closed eyes, kissed up the fabric.

~If we gon' do somethin' 'bout it, we should do it right now.~

She shielded her hands with the cuffs of the shirt and leaned back just before he reached the skin of her chest. She cupped his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes as he loosened his grip on her waist and allowed his hands to slide down her hips. The way he held her made her heart flutter, and apparently, she wasn't the only one that was speechless as they just continued to stare at each other. Snapping out of the trance, his hands slowly trailed from her hips rearward, firmly grasping the backs of her thighs just below her backside. His fingertips creased the fabric of her nightgown inward between her legs. She involuntarily shut her eyes at the intimate touch, but took advantage of the opportunity to compose herself. She took a deep breath trying to steady her erratic gasps for air. Gradually, she opened her eyes and found him still looking at her, studying her face. 'Shit! Did I freak him out?' she thought, hoping he didn't see the panic on her face. 'He barely touched you and you're leapin' outta your damn skin!' She was getting livid… with herself. But she didn't want to be angry, not now. She parted her lips further.

Before she could speak, he softly pushed his face forward out of her grasp, resting his forehead on the fabric beneath her breasts again, making her covered hands land behind his head. Relaxing into him, she ran her fingertips through his messy hair and kissed the top of his head once more. She felt herself being raised unexpectedly, and linked her arms together behind his neck so that she wouldn't topple over. He skimmed his hands along the silk covering the back of her thighs until he reached the backs of her knees. Cupping his hands there, he tugged her forward, making her knees bend and slightly widen. With hands tucked snugly in the curve of her legs between layers of her nightgown, he hoisted her onto his lap, her knees and shins pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips.

A sharp tingle ran hot through her chest and shot straight down between her legs when it dawned on her what position she was in. She was straddling him, and before she could gather her thoughts on that fact, her body had already settled on top of his. Her pelvis was anchored against his. Still holding onto him, her breath quickened when his hands looped around and ran up the front of her silk covered thighs. She felt him finally raise his head, and she had to look at him. She had to see what he was thinking. Tilting back, she sank into his lap even further where something unmistakable nudged her through his pajama pants, and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp.

~You give me a feeling that I never felt before. And I deserve it, I know I deserve it.~

She'd never wanted to kiss someone so badly in all her life. Her lips and throat suddenly felt dry, while his lips looked so tempting… so inviting. She stared at them, begging her to have a sip at their oasis. Suddenly, his mouth opened, tongue peeking out to moisten those lips, and she was torn from her mirage. Her eyes flashed up to his, and in an instant, she was locked in by his gaze. Every neuron in her brain was firing off, but she still felt as though she couldn't think. She could only feel as both his hands slithered up from the front of her thighs to her ribs, then back down again, all while never taking his eyes from hers. She inhaled sharply when his palms wandered from her thighs to take hold of her backside. He gripped and squeezed her flesh grinding her down into him, making her moan and him groan.

Her eyelids fell. Her head rolled back, neck extended. 'So this is what an erection feels like,' she thought to herself. She liked it… a lot. So much so that she instinctively began rolling her hips against his. She hadn't even realized what she was doing until she heard him groan again, louder this time. The hair atop his head tickled her throat as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder. They both breathed heavily, making his chest heave forward against her stomach. Her labored pants made her breasts rise and fall right against his face. She continued slowly rolling her hips into his, ignoring the question of how her body knew how to respond to this, to him, without ever having been in this situation before. But, who was she to question a gift, better yet, a miracle? Apparently, she was doing something right, and she was just glad for it.

He responded by gripping her rear more forcefully, and guiding her downward to massage him more deeply. And again, at that contact, she audibly moaned and he groaned. His hands travelled up from her bottom to the small of her back before circling her waist in his arms. Her head lolled forward, and she could feel his warm breath on her face. Her eyes fluttered open to see him watching her, their faces only inches apart. She stared back into his eyes, running her covered hands from behind his head down the sides of his neck to rest lightly on his chest. As if in a trance, they persisted to gaze at one another.

Then, all of a sudden, there was no space. There was no air between them, just skin on skin. His lips were on hers and vice versa. Soft, warm and surprisingly tender, it ended as abruptly as it began. Each pulled back and peered at the other. Maybe from a trick of the light, but she could swear his eyes were a darker shade than normal. A slight tingle lingered on her lips then faded, and before she knew it, they were joined again. She didn't know who'd moved in first, just that the distance between them was zero. They kissed hungrily, desperately and passionately, as if their lives depended on it. For a few seconds, only a blur of lips and teeth existed, frantically attempting to devour their counterpart, until the inevitable… the pull.

~It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore. It's what we make it.~

'God damned skin!' she shouted in her head. The last thing she wanted to do was stop, but if she didn't, poor Logan would be convulsing on the floor. She swiftly pulled her mouth away and searched his face with her eyes. She'd never forgive herself if he wasn't okay after this deadly showcase of feelings.

"Logan," she began in a whisper. "I… I'm-" He cut her off without saying a word, only smiled softly and shook his head gently. Letting out the tiniest sigh of relief, she smiled in return. He surprised her when his grip on her waist tightened and his small smile transformed into more of a mischievous grin. A tiny crease appeared between her brows as she wondered what he was up to. Without warning, he stood picking her up with him, turned to face the bed, and gently laid her down onto her back. He climbed onto the bed kneeling between her naked, creamy legs. She didn't have to look at him. She didn't even think she could at this point. She could feel his eyes on her and she couldn't keep her own open anymore. Her breaths became more ragged as he leaned in closer.

He ran his hands down her silk covered waist, stopping at her hips where the loose fabric pooled in folds. She shivered, feeling the cool air in the room brush her heated skin as he leisurely lifted the hem of her nightgown. Trembling all over, she fought to collect herself when she felt his muttonchops graze her hipbone and his forearms sink into the bed on either side of her. Clutching the fabric in both hands, he lifted it inch by inch, quickly and lightly kissing the exposed skin on her stomach along the way. She wiggled a bit at the feel of his facial hair tickling her, and felt him smile against her belly. He continued to drag the silk upward, allowing it to slip from his grasp as his fingertips traced her already covered breasts. She drew in another sharp breath when he thumbed over her nipples, hardening them immediately. He cupped her breasts in both hands and her back arched off the bed into his touch. With closed eyes and her head heavy on his pillow, she was delirious and lost to the reality of him touching her. Him touching her.

~I was wondering maybe, could I make you my baby?~

He grinned at the panting sounds she made as he massaged her breasts, pebbled nipples grazing the palms of his hands. They were so soft and so supple… He couldn't help it. Arching his torso over hers to bypass her exposed stomach, he removed a hand and leaned in to sweep his tongue over her silk covered nipple. Not giving her time to react, he quickly licked its twin then gently pulled it into his mouth. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden sensation of him lightly sucking her nipple. She whimpered and threaded her fingers through his hair as his hand resumed rubbing her free breast. After a few minutes, he switched, sucking and rubbing the opposite breast and slowly making her undone. An imaginary knot appeared somewhere south of her bellybutton and north of the space between her legs. With every swirl of Logan's tongue and pinch of his fingers the knot seemed to twist tighter and tighter. It made her feel hot, yet shiver at the same time. She decided she liked this knot he gave her too.

As much as he liked giving attention to her breasts, Logan didn't feel guilty about tearing away at the sight of her lips. Still slightly parted and breathing heavily with her eyes closed, he just had to claim those full, plump lips of hers again. She caught him off guard as he rose from her breast and felt her hips bucking up at his incessantly. He cocked his brow at her even though she couldn't see him, and smiled. Lifting the hem of her nightgown from her chest, he dropped it onto the lower half of her face, and those chocolate brown eyes he was so deeply in love with, flickered open. Wanting to physically be as close to her as possible, he grabbed a corner of his bed sheet and tossed it over her abdomen. Now able to fully settle himself atop her, he rested on his forearms and leaned in, purposely pressing his erection into her rolling hips.

Her eyelids fell involuntarily at the motion, and she pulled at his hair as her hips grinded against his of their own accord and the knot inside her tightened. He was sure she was trying to kill him. If it wasn't the suffocating scent of her arousal that he would gladly drown in, the feeling of her warm and wet sex brushing the underside of his shaft through her panties would certainly do the trick. Still, those lips… he had to taste her lips. He needed them completely this time. Full, deep, and frenzied with his tongue as far into her mouth as it could go. Just centimeters from her face, he watched the silk ripple over her open mouth and traced his thumb across her lower lip.

~If we do the unthinkable, would it make us look crazy?~

Staring at her, he knew he couldn't do it this way. She deserved everything, and he was going to give it to her. He slowly lifted the hem of her nightgown from her face and allowed it to fall back down to her chest. Her eyes were still closed, but she wore a slightly confused expression. She could feel how close he was to her.

He stroked her bare lips with his own. So lightly it felt like a whisper. She quivered at the brief contact, and he took that opportunity to quickly nip her lower lip with his teeth. Her eyes shot open. She looked up at him, not pained but aroused. He couldn't hold back any longer. He growled as he ground his hardened member against her center as he prepared himself. She let out a soft moan, her breath puffing at his face. He leaned in further to close the distance between their lips when, suddenly, she spoke.

"Logan…" she started breathlessly.

"Marie… I… Do you not…" he began nervously.

"I love you, Logan… I didn't say it before," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I love you so much," she declared looking right at him, smiling.

"I love you too, Marie. Always have," he replied, smiling back.

She wrapped her flannel shirt covered hands around his neck and pulled him in. He wrapped a strong, muscled arm around the small of her back, and tangled the fingers of his free hand in her wavy mane. They knew what would happen, but neither hesitated. In that moment, they were fearless.

Their lips finally sealed against one another in the most intimate way possible. After only a couple of seconds, they started to feel the pull of her mutation. He didn't care, she cared a little. He plunged his tongue past her lips and into her mouth without waiting for invitation. He didn't have time to wait. She welcomed him quickly and eagerly, wanting as much of him as she could get. She needed to feel him that way too… to be able to make love to him through a kiss. Not at all experienced, she followed his lead as best she could. In a matter of seconds, it had felt like he was licking everywhere inside her mouth. It made her think of other things and places too.

He was starting to feel a touch of lightheadedness, but he couldn't stop now. He was on a mission. He needed to be dizzy with the taste of the woman he loved on his taste buds. He needed to show her he wouldn't quit. Had to show her how much he loved her and every inch of her skin, even if it could kill him. Had to show her he would keep pleasing that skin even if it did kill him. He was rocking against her now as they kissed, pressed together so tightly. She was trying to pull away, part their lips ever so slightly every now and then. He figured she noticed it was getting to him, and she was trying to give him a break from the pain. She was quick and thought he wouldn't notice, but he did. Even for a split second their lips may not have been touching, but he made sure his tongue didn't go anywhere. Her hands were twisting in his hair, and he had made a fist in hers.

~Or would it be so beautiful? Either way, I'm sayin'…~

She had wrapped her legs securely around his waist at some point, and he was losing it… Fast. What had it been, a couple minutes? He would have to thank her for the tiny breaks she was attempting to give him. He was grinding against her madly, and their French kissing was fading into panting. He didn't know which would come first… him climaxing or passing out. She pulled his hair to lift his heavy head from her.

"Logan…"

"I'm fine," he assured her, almost gasping for air. She shook her head at him, worried.

"You have officially kissed me for longer than anyone else ever has, and probably ever will," she smiled.

"Probably?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I'll be the only man you'll everkiss after tonight," he stated with complete confidence.

"Which is why I want you alive after tonight," she half laughed, raking her fingers through his hair. He saw the sincerity clearly in her eyes, and nodded in agreement. He then quickly captured her lips in a kiss once more before she could protest. She rolled her eyes at him when their lips parted.

"I'm gonna have to take a cold shower then," he sighed, and then smiled, resting his forehead against her covered shoulder and closing his eyes.

"I didn't say that…" she replied mischievously. He immediately raised his head and looked at her with both eyebrows raised. She laughed, he didn't. "I still have a lot of you in me," she said suggestively, but removed a hand from his hair to point at her head. He dropped one brow. "And on me," she continued, rubbing herself against his still hardened appendage. He grunted and thrust against her involuntarily, making her moan, loudly.

He lightly kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and then her lips before tucking his head into the flannel covered space where her neck met her shoulder. One arm still tightly wrapped around her, he braced the other on the side of her head as she crossed her ankles behind his back. One flannel covered hand she curled around one of his naked biceps, and the other wrapped around his neck to grip the hair at the back of his head. His knees were fully bent against the mattress, making her legs widen for him. He started with a slow, hard circular motion to get them back into their rhythm, and it wasn't long before they were thrusting and grinding against each other relentlessly. Part of him hated that he wasn't inside her, that she was still wearing panties and that he wore cotton sleep pants, but it would do. It was worth it, to be with her.

She was breathing so hard. His growling in her ear was driving her insane, and she knew she was on the verge of something amazing she had never felt before. They were almost there, and he was determined to take them over. The urge to bite her, to sink his teeth into her flesh and mark her, claim her, was so strong it was all he could think about. She was moaning, whispering his name, and he couldn't take it anymore. He lifted himself, sat back on his haunches, and snatched down his pajama pants to free his engorged member. Caught off guard by the abrupt loss of contact, her eyes snapped open, searching for him wildly.

Her eyes were as big as saucers at the magnificent sight of him naked and exposed. He looked at her; eyes narrowed but dilated, and grabbed her by the waist with both hands. Her chest heaved not knowing what to expect. He lifted and angled her, dragging her soaked, panty clad center up and down the underside of rigid shaft. Her eyes automatically closed, and she softly exhaled at the exceptionally intimate contact. He shared the exact same reaction. His eyes screwed shut tightly at how exquisite she felt against him. He increased the speed of the movements and they were both breathing heavily.

"Aah… Fuck… Marie…" he breathed.

"Mm… Logan…" she moaned.

Almost there…They were about to reach that beautiful euphoria together. She had begun a twisting and grinding motion of her own against him in desperate search of the release she had yet to know. He gripped her waist and held on for the ride while expertly matching her motions.

"Logan…" she breathed erratically.

"That's it, baby… Just like that… You feel so good… Fuck… Just like that, Marie…" he answered, encouraging her. "We're almost there…"

Knock, knock, knock.

…

Knock, knock, knock.

'Who the fuck is knocking on the door right now?' they both thought.

~If you ask me, I'm ready… If you ask me, I'm ready.~

Knock, knock, knock.

"Marie, are you OK?" a voice asked on the other side of the door.

Huh?

She was completely confused until she opened her eyes… in her own room. It was dark, but the moonlight was filtering in through a small gap in the curtain. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was in her own bed, alone. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looked at cell phone on the nightstand. It was two thirty in the morning.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone was knocking. She'd forgot.

"Who-who is it?" she asked still slightly confused.

"It's me." Me? "Will you come to the door, Kid?" Logan. Was she really so confused that she couldn't recognize his voice? She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. Clearly, she'd had a rather vivid dream… about Logan! 'Shit!' she thought.

"Coming… Just gimme a sec," she answered, throwing back the comforter on her bed. She tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes as best she could before standing up. Without another thought, she went over to the door and opened it, calmly.

Faking a yawn, but politely covering her mouth, she observed Logan in the hallway in front of her door. He was barefoot, wearing a t-shirt and that pair of pajama pants she'd gotten him as a gift. She greeted him with a slight smile. "What's up? Everything OK?"

"You tell me," he replied, looking a bit uneasy.

"Huh?" she asked puzzled. He just started at her. "Logan, what is it?"

"I thought you were having a nightmare or something… at first."

"At first?" she asked. 'Oh God,' she thought, mortified. He couldn't possibly have heard her dreaming? Could he? "What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath. She noticed him staring at her again. She finally took a look down at herself and saw that she was wearing an ivory colored, silk nightgown. He hadn't seen her in anything like this before. Not while she was awake, anyway. She tried to keep herself from blushing, but of course she failed. He was Logan after all. She glanced up at him, and noted his nose was flared. What was that about? Was he mad?

"Marie…" he started softly. "Can I come inside? I've been meaning to talk to you about something… for a while now…"

"Sure," she said widening the door for him to enter. "Me too."