Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, but if I did Hugh Jackman would be my plaything. This takes place between the final battle and the last scenes where everyone seems to accept everything that happened then continues after the movie ends. It didn't really make sense to me that Logan was just ok with everything, I think that they skipped over parts of the whole team's healing process and I wanted to focus on Ororo and Logan. I also added Remy in so that Ro would have somebody to talk to, and I didn't see Origins before I started it.

Ororo found Logan crying over Jean's body and placed her hand on his shoulder to offer comfort. The only thing she got in return was a snarl as he smacked her hand away. She pulled the stinging appendage to her chest and took a step back, he could be as nasty as he wanted, she wasn't going to leave him be.

"Wolverine, we need to get everyone back to the manor."

That seemed to snap him out of his stupor and he stood, wiping his eyes. Picking their way through debris Ororo and Logan gathered their students and go everyone back to the manor.

For days Ororo kept up her strong front, refusing to let her own grief affect the students and other teachers. She kept them all out of classes for a period to adjust to the new situation. Even Logan lacked the strength to keep up a strong front at the loss of Jean, so the burden fell to her.

Instead of getting past everything Wolverine just seemed to just lash out more at the people around him. He reminded Ororo of a feral dog trying to bite the hand of everyone, even people only wanting to help. Every mission they went on only seemed to make matters worse. His violence increased to the point he almost raised his hand to Marie.

It took Ororo only two days to come up with a plan to help him. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea, but it was the only one that would appease the beast in Logan as well as showing the man that he could still make human connections. As opposed to waiting for days after the plan was formed, Ororo followed him out of the house that night.

"Logan," She knew that sneaking up on him might not be the best thing to do, but she didn't care. As his hand closed over her throat she started having second thoughts.

When he realized it was her he released her throat even as he kept her pinned to the tree with his bulk. "What the hell do you want?" His deep voice was raspy.

She dove in head first. "This." She pressed her lips to his, using his shock to deepen the kiss and push her tongue past the seal of his sharp teeth. Logan's reaction surprised her somewhat. He grasped her hair in his fist and pulled her even closer to him for a moment before pulling away.

Ororo could feel his hand still in her hair as his pants brushed past her cheek. "Use me, let out all that anger, all that frustration on me. You know you need an outlet and I'm willing. I won't ever ask you for anything more than you're willing to give." His eyes reflected his unwillingness. "Pretend I'm Jean. Make her understand how she hurt you."

He kissed her then, roughly, and pulled her body flush against his again. His eyes were closed and for some reason Ororo felt sadness well in her, but she kissed him back. She didn't flinch when he ripped her shirt open down the front and refused to recoil as his teeth nearly broke the skin of her neck. Everything was for him. Her fingers gripped the edges of his shirt and ripped it open; buttons hit the ground with a soft thud.

As she tilted her head to the side to give him more access Logan took a step back. "I don't think this is a good idea."

"You can't stop now!" Her flushed face only held surprise as he pulled back from her.

"I think I just did." He replied, backing away from her even more.

Anger sparked in her eyes as she registered his words. "No." She lunged at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She boldly entwined her tongue with his; Wolverine didn't even try to push her away this time. He returned her kiss with a passion falling to his knees and clutching desperately at her ruined shirt.

He pushed her toward the ground, taking a position between her clutching legs, kissing and biting her neck. His anger only served to enhance her senses; she felt every bite mark on her skin and groaned as he sucked bruises onto her chocolate neck. She thrust her pelvis into his groin, reveling in the ragged groan it drew from his lips. "You bitch," he groaned, "You can't replace her." She let him continue to ravage her. His teeth claimed almost every inch of bare skin. She understood his anger, and she also understood that they needed each other.

His hands moved from her back to her waist feeling along the hemline for a zipper. When he found it the skirt was tossed into some unknown part of the woods, her satin panties were next to go-following the skirt into the darkness. He grabbed her wrists to keep her from touching his jeans.

Ororo could feel his grip through the sleeves of her shirt and she knew that bruises would show in just hours, but she didn't fight him. She was going to let him possess her. It was the only way she could show him that he had his power back.

Her shirt was gone and suddenly Wolverine had pulled her breasts from under her bra and was nipping at the newly exposed skin. As she started writhing he pulled away letting go of her wrists. Ororo moaned at the loss until she saw him unclasping his pants. Logan pulled his length out and she grabbed at his tattered shirt then remembered herself and dropped her hands above her head, once more letting his fingers dig into her hips. His first thrust was rough and she let out a gasp. Her hands flew up to clutch at his neck; her fingertips gently caressing the short brown hair at the base of his scalp as his member savagely entered her once again. She softly murmured her ascent to his actions and licked his shoulder and neck as he leaned down to bite her neck once again.

He pulled back suddenly looking into her eyes his guilt causing him to stop his thrusting. He saw understanding reflected back at him and she offered a smile pulling his mouth down to hers.

She let their lips meet gently at first and then let him lead as her eyes slipped closed. She felt his hands twist into her white locks and his tongue slipped into her mouth, coaxing hers to play. His thrusts turned gentle and slow eliciting even longer moans. Ororo felt the orgasm starting to build at her core. His mouth moved from hers kissing the marks he inflicted earlier almost apologizing to her soon to be bruised and marred skin. He pulled his hand out of her hair and used it to circle her clit. A strangled gasp of Logan's name escaped as her muscles started convulsing. Wolverine thrust one last time then let her walls milk him dry.

He collapsed to the side of Ororo pulling her body close to him and letting her drape her arms over his still clothed torso. She waited for his breathing to slow before lifting her head to look into his face. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and she leaned up to kiss him. As her lips met his, his eyes flew open and looked into hers. Her hand came up to cup his face running her tongue along the seam of his mouth then tangling their tongues together as his hands moved to her hips and pulling her up to straddle his hips.

He sat up pulling her body closer to his. Ororo pulled back from the kiss unbuttoning the last buttons on his shirt and kissing her way down his torso, letting the shirt fall to the ground. She pushed him back to the ground running her nails down his chest and leaning down to lave his nipples. He tangled his fingers into her hair; massaging her scalp as her mouth moved lower. She pulled his pants and boxers down over the semi-hard shaft leaving him nude and open to her appraisal. She lay down on top of Wolverine rubbing her slick folds against him kissing along his stubbly jaw line simultaneously.

He flipped them over, once again taking control. He sat back on his heels looking at her nearly nude form and appraising her injuries. He ran his hands over the bruises on her wrists bringing them to his lips. He kissed her wounds as she smiled up at him.

"I'm going to have to wear long sleeved turtlenecks for a week," she joked as he moved to her neck.

"No, I want people to see your neck. Just long sleeves." He traced one of the larger bite marks on her neck.

She squirmed as his lips and tongue started wandering over her skin. "Really? You want me marked as yours?" He growled in response and lent a slight nip to her collarbone. "As I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me not an hour ago."

Anger flashed through his face but quickly subdued as he noticed the impish grin she sported. "You're right. I'm not sure what convinced me to stay." Her smile faded and she moved her body, trying to wriggle out from under him. "Ororo, no. You're not leaving I was just kidding." When her face failed to soften, he gently moved her face to look up at his. "Ro, you gave me…you made me whole again." Her expression finally turned sympathetic.

He surged up to meet her in a kiss letting their tongues meet even as his lower anatomy started to harden against her core once again. "Thank God!" She wasn't sure that it was him who had spoken, but she smiled up at him. His mouth started moving down her body and straight to her core. She threw her head back and let out a breathy moan as he delved into her intimate flesh. He pried cry upon cry from her throat until her muscles clamped onto his fingers and tongue as she screamed his name.

He kissed his way back up her body and plunges into her depths as her muscles still fluttered. She cried out hoarsely and moved her teeth to grip the juncture of Wolverine's neck and shoulder as her sheath once again started convulsing. He stilled as she came down from her orgasm and closed his eyes to keep from loosing control. Her jaw released his skin and she fell back to the ground her body nearly boneless. He lifted her hips off the ground to nestle her pelvis seamlessly against his. Wolverine started thrusting into her, pulling her pliable body to straddle his as he lay back. Ororo lifted her shaking hands to his shoulders and started rotating her hips and then lifting her body to impale herself on him. He grasped her breasts lightly gliding his thumbs over her nipples as she continued to ride him.

As he finally tensed under her, his abdominal muscles contracted and his fingers pinched down on her nipples. He thrust up once more before spilling his seed into her womb and feeling her clench once more around him as waves of orgasm overwhelmed both of them.

Ororo's body slumped forward falling onto Wolverine's chest her breath ragged against his throat. He rolled her onto her side and when saw that she was no longer conscious he cradled her against his body listening to the storm her emotions had summoned in the distance. After several minutes he picked up his jeans and retrieved the rest of their clothes. Once he had found everything and put his pants on, he went back to Ororo.

He used her skirt to clean their combined juices from her legs, pulled her satin underwear back up her legs and lifted her limp torso to help her into his shirt buttoning the few buttons left. He picked her up bride style and moved toward the manor. Logan deposited her in her bed just as the storm reached them. He took one last look at her lit by her lightning and walked down the hall to his room.

Ororo woke feeling sore everywhere and more exhausted then she could ever remember feeling. Why hadn't she realized why she wanted to help him? Tears came to her eyes as instantly as the idea of loving him came to her mind. Damn her and her stupid misguided emotions for falling for the most unavailable man she could think of. Maybe if she hadn't offered herself to him last night she would never have figured it out, but when he had looked so guilty about possibly hurting her it had clicked.

Stiffly she got herself out of bed and moved to the shower. She was back in bed when Marie came to look in on her an hour later. As soon as she heard the knock on the door she moved the sheet over her neck to cover the dark bruises of Logan's hands and teeth. "Come in." She called when she was sure everything was covered.

"Miss Munroe, I was just coming to see if you were up yet. You weren't downstairs. Are you alright?" Marie seemed to take in her state for the first time since walking in.

Ororo contemplated getting up and starting classes for a moment before speaking. "I'm really not feeling very well. Would you please ask Hank to take over my class today, I'm just not up for it." Marie nodded and thankfully left without saying anything else.

She couldn't bring herself to leave the bed even when Hank and some of the other students came up to check on her. It was only when Logan showed up with her dinner that she allowed the covers to fall and sat on the edge of her bed. She tilted her head questioningly when he let out a loud gasp.

"Did I do all of that?" He set down the tray he was carrying and moved to her side. His fingers ran over the bite marks flowing from her neck down her chest to the underside of her breasts. And the bruises just a few shades darker than her skin that ran over her wrists and her thighs outside on her hips and inside where his hipbones had collided with her flesh over and over and over… His fingertips gently ran over the dark skin as he appraised each injury he'd inflicted on her flesh.

"What? You think I went out and let some other man touch me after you." The need to be flippant was immediate. She didn't want him to touch her so gently, she couldn't take it. So she stood and pulled a robe over her. "I told you to use me as an outlet, don't look so guilty." She looked straight into his eyes. "I'll be here for you, whenever you need me and whatever you need me for."

"And if I told you that I wanted you right now…?" She noticed the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans before lifting her eyes to watch his features. "All I would say is please don't hit any of the bruises." With that said she walked back to the bed and stood at the footboard dropping her robe. She bent over the foot of the bed and spread her legs enough so he could see the wetness glistening between her thighs.

The rasp of his zipper was loud in the silent room and Ororo felt him move into position behind her before he made any sound. Slowly, as if savoring the sensation, he started entering her inch by inch. He was slow this time as if only thinking of her pleasure, his fingers rubbed against the bundle of nerves at her opening as he continued to guide himself into her flesh.

This time the orgasm that ripped through her was like waves crashing along the shore, continuous and cresting. She shivered under Logan's slumped body for what seemed like an eternity as he wrung ever bit of pleasure he could out of her body. At long last her vision cleared and Logan stood.

"I…Thank you, Ro. I need to go downstairs now." He watched her roll over on the bed and lift heavy lids to watch him leave.

Ororo blinked away the tears that were gathering in her eyes. She realized now that she would do anything for him no matter the cost to her and she would never tell him how she felt.

And so it went, the visits that Logan made to her in the first month were short. He rarely wanted to talk, merely used her to relieve stress when he was on the verge of becoming to violent. The first month was the hardest for Ororo, but by the next month she had learned to contain her feelings. He was never going to reciprocate the deep running feelings she had, but she didn't have to make it apparent either.

Three months and thirteen days after their first night Ororo left the bed that she and Logan had been sleeping in and snuck back to her room. There was already a suitcase waiting by the door so it only took a few minutes to make it outside. Hank was waiting by the car she would be taking out of town. He and Remy were the only two who knew she was leaving and Remy was the only one who would be able to get in contact with her.

"Are you sure that this is what you wish to do, Ororo? We could really use you here." Hank opened the door to the silver sedan for her.

"Thank you Hank, but I'm not Jean. I can't hold everything together with sheer force of will. I simply can't do it any longer." She gave Hank a small smile and closed the door behind her. His figure rapidly disappeared in the rearview mirror.