Tough Choice

Standing in the dimly lit gym she felt the burning behind her eyes and swallowed painfully. She’d left it too late, he’d retreated beyond a wall she couldn’t surmount and she slowly slid her night attire back on before staring at the still swinging punching bag. “Damn you.” The words were whispered harshly, soaked in tears and filled with anger as she stood there; although anger at who she didn’t know. Whirling on one barefoot she padded silently down the hall to his room and walked in without knocking to see him tossing his things into his bag angrily.

“So that’s it?” She hissed fury in every line of her body.

“Go back to bed.” The word was harsh, guttural and held more desperation than anger. Beneath it all though was a desperate need, one to be acknowledged like some unseen shadow. He didn’t want to leave her, he didn’t want to have to disappear, it wasn’t like she was a child anymore. Hell she was nearly twenty-one but he wasn’t and that made things more than a little rocky.

“No.” Moving toward him she jerked the bag from his hand and threw it across the room to stare him in the eye. “There are two of us here Logan, you stand there and look me in the eye and tell me exactly what is so wrong about us.” She snarled uncaring that the bedroom sat next to Scott and Jean’s room.

“Let it go.” Logan snarled whirling to face her, his gaze dark, even as she noted the slight tremble in his hands. “For the love of God would you please just let it go?”

“No.” Swallowing fiercely she stood her ground, uncaring of the tears that tracked unchecked down her face. “Please tell me what I’ve done.”

“It isn’t you.” Logan whispered desperately. “It’s me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you have any idea how old I am?”

“What has your age got to do with us?” She snarled angrily, her eyes snapping angrily. “When have I ever said anything about how old you are?”

“What about you? You’re twenty-one..”

“Great I’m the age of majority that don’t mean that I want nor need to be coddled. You aren’t my father Logan.” The words echoed in the room, hitting him squarely in the chest as he stared at her, his anger rising to hide the pain he felt.

“You’re right.” He growled as he stepped toward her, his expression dark, dangerous even. “I’m not your father kid.”

“Then quit acting like it.” She whispered back, her body starting to burn at the look in his eyes. Logan angry was as tempting as Logan when he was thinking to her and she didn’t fear him. Respected his temper, and she’d be the first to warn someone about it but still; she didn’t fear the man who stood before her. She’d wanted him to long, loved him too much to just let him walk away.

Stepping past her, Logan headed for the door whether to throw her out or leave she didn’t know and she didn’t care. Grabbing the nearest object she threw it at him and glared daggers at him when the lamp crashed against the door, slamming it shut and falling to the floor shattered into a thousand pieces.

“You trying to wake everyone up?” The silk in his tone drew a shudder as she felt heat begin to pool between her legs. “Or just piss me off?”

“Well either’ll do.” She replied stiffly. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a girl with a temper?”

“Get out.” The word was snarled, a warning that only added to the thrill trailing through her, igniting the fires that were leaping around her body, making her breasts extra sensitive.

“Make me.” She replied feeling foolish at challenging him childishly but she was running out of options.

“Hey Logan you okay in there?” Scott’s voice had both of them jumping.

“What do you want Cyclops?” Logan snarled.

“How about a little piece and quiet. Some of us are trying to sleep y’know.”

“Go to hell.” Logan snapped back reaching for the doorknob, turning slightly away from the young auburn haired temptress standing in his bedroom.

Shaking her head she moved quickly, crawling across the bed and slamming her whole weight into the bedroom door, effectively blocking his exit. “You and I are not finished.” The words were soft, gentle even and belied the anger humming through her body.

Sucking in a breath Logan groaned silently as the distinct aroma of her arousal reached him, making him burn to forget why he had to say no, to just take what she was so blatantly offering. The knowledge that come morning she’d regret it the only thing that stopped him.

“Logan who’s in there with you?” Jean’s voice echoed through the door and he growled low in his throat. Damn was everyone awake?

“You’re a telepath, figure it out.” He muttered reaching for the girl who’d pinned herself to the door and feeling the familiar burn of her powers. “Move.”

“Make me.” She glared. With her powers in full force he wouldn’t dare touch her, in effect she was in control. “C’m on Wolverine. You want me out of here so badly, throw me out.” She taunted him, her chest heaving and the white cotton gown she wore dampening with the sweat she could feel running down the valley between her breasts as well as the moisture coming off the man who stood so close and yet so far away from her.

“Not with you using your powers I won’t.” He muttered angrily, his senses flooding with the smell of both her desire and his until he wasn’t sure if he was coming or going. Feeling his body harden painfully within the confines of the sweats he shifted, easing away from her slightly only to have her grab the waist band of his pants and hang on.

“This is my choice.” The soft whisper echoed in his ears even as his heart settled into a thunderous pounding that seemed to draw all the strength from his body and focus it on the woman before him.

“You don’t know..”

“I do.” Staring at him, the soft smile teased at his control, pushing him toward the point of no return. “I do know in as much as you know. We can do this Logan.”

Feeling his resolve falter, his body taking over he shook his head harshly, his teeth grinding together to keep the denial from springing forth. Opening his mouth he tensed when she touched him, and for the first time since she’d followed him into the gym he let her words sink in.

“No matter what, Logan, no matter how many hours we have left I’m never going away.” The soft admission stirred that buried little part that was a romantic within him, easing the ache and yet he couldn’t just let go. “I love you.” The word was soft, whispered by his ear as her warm breath brushed against the short hair on his neck, even as the warm, curves of her breasts pressed against his chest. Through the light cotton he could feel her response to his touch however defensive it might be and stared down at her, ignoring the pounding on the door, the muted voices coming from the other side even as she smiled at him. Her cotton covered nipples hardened and brushing his chest, making him years to taste, to cup her and just forget the world.

“Say it.” The soft command wasn’t to be denied, even by him. “Say it Logan.”

“I..I need you.” The admission brought a slight smile to her face and she trailed one hand down his face. “I can’t do this Marie. I can’t keep resist you.”

“Then don’t.” She stood on tiptoe to drop a feather light, teasing kiss on his lips. “All you have to do is reach out Logan.”

With a muted groan he let the last of his reservations go, pushing them to the back of his mind where his other half, his darker self dwelled and pulled her flush against him. The sound of her soft gasp mere seconds before he bent his head to plunder her mouth only adding to the fire that swept over him, making his erection even harder, more painful as he lifted her. Feeling her legs wrap around his waist he groaned softly and pressed her back into the wooden door, her hands tangled in his hair even as his tangled in hers, pulling the tresses back slightly so he could better ravish her mouth.

Nipping at her lip, he exerted the right amount of pressure upon her mouth, forcing her to open her lips and darted in, taking complete control over the kiss even as he felt her respond. Growling a little at the way she arched into his body he licked at her tongue, dueling with it as he teased and taunted with his hands.

“LOGAN What is going on?” The angry yell did little to distract him even as he felt the doorknob being turned. Reaching out he grabbed it and held on, pushing back against the door, even as his hearing picked up both Jean and Scott cursing.

Pulling back when the need for oxygen made him slightly dizzy he dropped light kisses along her jaw, “God Marie I want you.” The muted groan was buried into her hair as he bit on her earlobe none too gently, relishing the shudder that traced over her.

“Hurry.” The single worded plea was enough to have him grabbing for the hem of her nightgown. Bunching it up he swore profusely. “Why the fuck would you wear this?” he complained as it tangled in his hands.

“I don’t have anything sexier. And considering I sleep in a room with three other girls..” Marie gasped and trailed off as she felt the unmistakable cold of adamantium against her bare flesh. “What are you doing?” She laughed nervously as she stared at the silvery blade running up the front of her nightgown.

“Getting it out of my way.” Logan groaned as the offending piece of fabric fell to the floor in shreds. “Why?”

“As long as that’s all you’re planning on doing we’re good.” Marie said with a slight flush.

“Oh you were wanting something else?” Logan asked softly, his head bending to lick at the fine sheen of sweat on her body.

“Honestly.” Gasping for breath as her body burned, she arched into the hard angles of his body. “As long as it means y..you..you come in me.” She stuttered as his hand caressed the damp curls between her thighs through the slim piece of lace that was her only attire. “I don’t care. It’s just I rem..me..bered last time.” The last three words were breathed as she squeezed her eyes shut at the sensations that coursed through her.

“MARIE what are you doing n there?” Jean yelled pounding on the door.

“We need to shut them up.” Marie whispered pleadingly as she felt his fingers comb through the tangled curls to slip stealthily into her. Moaning softly as she felt him part her lips and stroke her she arched into his hand, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she felt a warm, endless wave of pleasure roll over her gathering strength as it moved. With her head bent back she could feel Logan’s hot breath as it whispered across the damp trail left by his tongue as he licked at her breasts, going slowly as though to torment her.

Using his teeth as well as his tongue, he teased her breasts, tugging gently on her nipple making her moan and relishing it even as his finger moved slowly back and forth against her clit until she bucked against his hand her hands clenching his back almost painfully as she orgasmed.

Feeling the moisture of her reaction running down his hand he trailed it back up her, leaving a wet path of her moisture glistening on her already flushed skin. Trailing his dampened hand around her nipples he followed the path with his tongue, making her moan as she arched into him her breath coming in short, choppy gasps.

“Yessss.” The word was drawn out, hissed as he eased himself down her body, lowering one leg to the floor and holding her in place with a firm hand on her quivering abdomen. Following the same path with his tongue as he’d taken with his finger mere moments before, he kept her on edge even as he nuzzled at the dark curls that hid the secrets of her soul. Hearing her moan beneath her breath he grinned even as his tongue worked slowly along her, teasing, taunting her enjoying the way she arched into his caresses. Alternating between sucking and licking her tiny center of nerves he relished each response, each moan, each tremble and shudder, hoarded them desperately deep within his heart, unwilling to face just why yet.

The smell of her desire lured him even closer to the edge and he struggle with control, regardless of what was said or done he would never do something to hurt her. Feeling her hands in his hair he growled at the slight tugs, ignoring the brief pain, welcoming it even as a way to temporarily stave off the inevitable.

“Logan.” The soft, raspy word drew his attention even as he felt another wave of pleasure roll over her, tasting her on his tongue as her internal muscles contracted around him. Moving it he wallowed in her response even as she pulled a little more desperately on his hair. “Logan.” A little more insistent, a little more desperate her command echoed through her body, vibrating along his sensitive senses until he shifted, moving to stand before her. Lifting her evenly with his chest he held onto her, as he dropped his head, unwilling to release her even as he kissed her, the feeling of her long legs wrapping around him driving him insane.

“Now.” Marie pleaded desperately her eyes glazed with lust and longing. “Please Logan, come in me.”

“You sure?” He gasped, his breathing just as ragged as hers, with her nod he moved away from the door, quickly sliding the lock into place before he turned and carried her still wrapped around him to the bed and eased her down onto it. “I don’t have anything.” He admitted softly, with the knowledge that she was unobtainable he hadn’t bothered to buy any something he was now kicking himself in the ass for.

“Who cares.” Marie whispered against his lips, her body arching against the painful erection pressing back at her. “I don’t.” Ignoring the little voice in her head that offered a weak protest she writhed beneath him, the cool air from the room a sweet torment against her hot flesh. Jumping slightly when he tugged harshly on her undies and they tore quickly, shredding under the force of his grip to be tossed aside she giggled at his fierce look a moment before all thought of her underwear went sailing out of her head.

A slight grin crossed his lips, something that warmed Marie even more as he bent his head to kiss her, his tongue licking along the seam of her lips teasing, tantalizing her until she opened for him and he slipped inside. Growling audibly as she suckled on his tongue, her tongue tracing his as she arched into the kiss. Feeling his hands trailing across her naked flesh she groaned softly into the kiss, her body trembling as he pinched her nipples making her breath hitch and a new lick of desire roar through her body to pool between her legs.

Frantically breaking the kiss she tossed her head on the crisp sheet her eyes glazed with a desperate need, lust and something that Logan hesitated to name. Staring down at her as he gasped for breath, one hand reaching out to trail through the platinum streak in her hair, curving over her cheek to trail down her throat pausing where he could feel the beating of her pulse before continuing onward. Trailing between her breasts, dipping teasingly into her navel to swirl around before sliding down her hip and trailing across one thigh and up the other, brushing against but never really touching the heart of her.

“Yess.” The whisper was barely audible, the normal ear wouldn’t have detected anything more than a slight sound but Logan heard it and smiled, as he bent his head to kiss her again, his finger sliding through the damp curls to ease into her. Taking it slowly, he teased her pushing her closer and closer to the brink with each move of his finger at it slid deeper into her, stretching and moving along the moist channel she longed to have filled.

“You...y..you’re killing me here.” She gasped as she arched into his hand, her head spinning, her breath coming in huge shaky gasps even as she stood at a precipice, ready to fall and knowing that he’d be there to catch her. “Please L..Logan..” The plea was accompanied by her clenching at his biceps, her face naked and filled with lust as he moved up her body.

Feeling the hard length of him pressed against the moist center of her, she squirmed longing to have more than just a tantalizer, longing for the ultimate possession. Closing her eyes as she felt him slide the head of his cock inside her she bit her lip at the feeling. It was like she was too full and yet it didn’t hurt really, any pain or discomfort was minimal as he moved slowly, pulling out and moving back in teasingly.

Arching heavily against him when he withdrew she gasped at the feeling of him sliding a little deeper into her and gasped at the way his hand went between them to continue playing with her clit. “Logan.” The whimper wasn’t a plea, it was more like a way of keeping herself rooted to reality.

Arching slowly into her, teasing her with his touch Logan growled softly at the tight, hot, wet feeling of her around him and the open response she gave. He could feel the slight tremble going through her body and grimaced as it made her muscles contract, rippling along his length.

Pulling out he thrust into her slowly, painfully. The next thrust was going to hurt like hell and he knew it, there was no other way to take her virginity no matter how much he longed for another way and yet he knew even if there was, he wouldn’t take it. A part of him was glad he was her first, as she was his. Oh he’d been with plenty of women if you can call having an emotionless fuck being with them, but Marie was the first woman he’d ever loved at least that he could remember and he wanted her to feel only pleasure at his touch.

“Marie..” The soft whisper was half apology, half uncertainty as he thrust again, hesitating at the barrier that blocked him from full possession.

“Oh God! Yes Logan do it.” Marie panted wrapping her legs around him and arching up as he pushed down. Sucking in a deep breath she felt the searing pain and would have screamed if Logan’s mouth hadn’t been on hers, if he hadn’t already been teasing and tantalizing her body into forgetting the pain. As the pain faded another sensation came to the forefront, one that made her gasp even as he started to move, slowly at first then with increasing tempo until she was clinging to him just to have a point of reference.

Arching into his thrust she tossed her head on the sheets, her long dark hair tangling desperately as she inched closer to the ultimate orgasm, her breath coming in tiny little gasps, her body trembling even as she scratched Logan’s back desperately.

Moaning uncontrollably she relished the way he bent his head and took her neck, sipping from the hollow of her throat before moving on to her ears where he used his tongue to play with the hoops that hung from the lobes. Shivering at the sensations she could feel darkness closing in on her and moaned even as the night shattered. Like a thousand lights dancing behind her eyelid the sensations were nearly blinding even as the unmistakable sounds of someone whimpering filling her ears as she clung to Logan desperately.

“Oh God.” The prayer was heart felt and Marie wasn’t sure who had said it as she felt Logan coming deep within her, his essence streaking through her body like a river of molten lava only to have hear her name moaned over and over as he nuzzled into her neck. The feel of his hot breath on her neck was enough to send her into another tailspin, her body clinching around him as she orgasmed again.

Groaning as he felt his body start to recover from the orgasm Logan flinched at the renewed pounding on the door. “God damn it.” He groaned as Marie snuggled into him, her breath coming a little easier now.

“Was I that bad?” The soft whisper was filled with doubt even as he glanced down at her.

“Not you babe, you’re a world class ride. No I was talking about the fact that we have a guest who hasn’t gone away.” He whispered motioning to the door that was reverberating under the force of the pounding.

Smiling softly Marie shrugged, her breasts rising quickly even as her heartbeat settled slowly. “What do they want?”

“Who knows?” With an angry growl Logan rose from the bed, grabbed his sweats off the floor and paced to the door and jerked it open slightly. “Hey One Eye what do you want?”

“I’ve been pounding on this door for the better part of an hour. You want to tell me what all the noise is about?” Scott demanded glaring at Logan. The other man was covered in sweat from his hand to his feet, bare chested and disheveled looking. Trying to ease a glance behind Logan he shifted only to find the other man shifted to, closing the door part of the way and standing glaring at him.

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” Logan replied stiffly. “Must have been dreaming there pretty boy.”

“I don’t think so.” Scott ground out as he turned away, his eyes glancing down and catching the edge of lace beneath Logan’s foot even as the door closed softly, firmly and the lock clicked back into place. Turning he walked back to his room and glanced at Jean who shook her head, and rolled over. “What the hell was he doing?” Scott muttered as he slid beneath the covers and pulled Jean close to him.

“More like who.” Jean muttered tiredly and closed her eyes, the images she’d gotten when she’d done a mental probe enough to make sure she never tried to read Logan’s mind again. Ever.