This is NOT a part of the "The Mess He Made" series. This story picks up in the "future". Marie and Logan have hooked up, been in a relationship for 4 years and things have come crashing down. There's going to be flashbacks, but I'll try to keep it as easy to read as possible. Hopefully it's not your typical Rogan fic, but I'll try to keep the end happy. Hold off on the flames for now!
Marie had just finished covering the furniture with plastic after Peter had helped her move it all to the center of the room.
She put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the tools before her.
Sandpaper block.
Joint compound.
Spreader.
Paint.
Paint brush.
She'd never been a very handy person before, but she knew the basics on how to repair damage to dry wall. That know-how was about to come in handy.
Marie looked around the room, examining the damage that had been inflicted on the poor, unsuspecting room that she and Logan had inhabited during their tumultuous 4 year relationship.
Dents, holes and a couple of claw marks littered the walls. Surprisingly, the damage was not all of the Wolverine's doing.
He was gone now. She wasn't sure where he went or if he was coming back, but if there was one thing she knew for sure...it was over.
Anyone who took a look around the room or had the misfortune to room near them during their romance would probably be happy to know that their relationship had ended, but the truth was, Logan and Marie loved each other as deeply and as passionately as they resented each other.
Marie picked up the sandpaper and walked over to the first item up for repair. A long dent right where the top of their headboard used to sit.
As she began sanding away at the damage, she tried to distance herself from the circumstances that had caused of the dent...but as she continued the repairs, the memories came rushing back.
************Four years ago*************
They flirted constantly...well, Marie flirted. Logan just smirked and tried to hide the bulge in his pants that tripled in size whenever she "accidentally" brushed up against him the wrong way or pressed her breasts together while wearing a low cut shirt.
The sexual tension between the two of them was so palpable, other couples in their vicinity would get turned on by their intense gazes, intimate touching and suggestive conversations.
They craved each other, and everyone knew it.
Marie and Logan performed a dangerous dance for months. Flirting. Touching. Staring...but they dare never act on their desires.
The apprehension was mutual.
Marie knew that, if given the opportunity, she would fall for Logan...hard. She also knew that she would have to compete with a dead woman for his affection and attention.
Although Logan would never openly admit it, he was still holding onto the unrequited love he had for Jean Grey. The woman he so desperately desired in life had not loosened her hold on him in death.
Perhaps it was because she'd been in his head before. Perhaps it was because he killed her...or perhaps she was just that damned beautiful. Either way, Logan was still in love with the dead telepath.
On Logan's end, he was afraid of relationships...especially one with Marie.
Truth was, he loved her and he didn't want to hurt her or draw her into his rough and tumble world. Despite the sex appeal she exuded, she was still a kid, pure and innocent in his eyes. He really wanted to keep it that way...really he did...but the best laid plans of mice and Wolverines oft go awry.
That fateful night, they should have gone to bed early. They shouldn't have stayed up late, eating ice cream in the kitchen. They shouldn't have kissed.
Their first time almost ended up being up against the stainless steel refrigerator. They had been talking and she'd teased the Wolverine a bit too much with her cleavage, batting eyelashes and lip licking. She had leaned close, teasing him with as spoonful of rocky road when he finally pounced.
He jumped up and rushed her, pinning her to the cool stainless steel door of the refrigerator as he feverishly covered her mouth in a passionate kiss. Marie responded eagerly, wrapping a leg around his waist and raking her hands through his hair.
Logan's enhanced senses were able to detect Kurt approaching, so he very quickly separated himself from her body and straightened his clothes out. When Kurt entered, he obliviously greeted both of them, went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. Logan cleared his throat and left the room, leaving Marie and Kurt to make small talk.
He figured it was fate that they were interrupted and decided to just leave it at that.
As soon as he got into his room, he stripped down and hopped into a cold shower. By the time he got out, Marie was knocking on his door.
He wasn't prepared for the lusty sex goddess that was wearing nothing more than a robe when he opened his door.
He looked her up and down with darkened eyes. The cold shower was forgotten.
He snatched her into the room and threw the door closed before slamming her up against it as he kissed her passionately...almost violently.
His towel was dropped and her robe was snatched off within seconds of her entry into his room. He trailed hungry, wet kisses down her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach and to her already moist core.
He'd smelled her arousal and wanted to taste her so desperately...now he was finally getting his chance and he was making the most of it.
Marie's arms flew out as her hands desperately searched for something to hang onto so that she wouldn't lose her balance. She settled on holding onto his head with one hand and the door knob with the other.
He kissed and sucked at her folds before pushing his tongue inside of her, which caused her to jump and moan.
After a few moments of torturous pleasure against the door, he yanked her over to the bed and tossed her down to the mattress.
He stood before her in all of his naked, masculine glory. Marie bit her lip as she watched his muscles ripple...damn he was amazing. He crawled up her body and settled between her open legs before roughly pushing himself inside of her. As she arched her back and gasped at the sudden invasion, he kissed her chin and neck as he waited for the tenseness in her body to ease.
Logan whispered against her neck and closed his eyes, "I fucking love you, kid..."
Marie gasped and looked into his eyes. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Really?"
Logan responded by thrusting into her one forceful time. Marie moaned and struggled to keep her eyes open as she stared into his face and stroked his cheek with her finger, "I love you too, Logan..."
He growled slightly as he began fucking her, quickly working his way up to a frenzied, powerful pace that had her bracing the headboard with the palms of her hands.
The headboard, in turn, repeatedly slammed against the wall...which, not only bothered nearby residents, but also left the long dent.
***************End Flashback**************
Marie shuddered as she remembered the fateful night that started it all. She finished applying the compound to the dent and let out a breath before looking around the rest of the room.
She knew that the other holes and dents didn't have memories that were as pleasant attached to them...