Fragile But Repairable

8:35 p.m.

Logan disappeared into the bathroom without a word as soon as they got into the motel room. Jean dropped her bag into a chair and leaned against the desk, trying to catch her breath. Logan's shields were failing and he was flooding into her mind. Adrenaline was still pumping through his system and it bled into hers. Similar to fight-or-flight, but it was more like fight-or-fuck. It staggered her to feel just how much he wanted her. And it wasn't just random lust; it seemed to be keyed to her. He wanted *her*, nobody else.

Jean couldn't have resisted even if she wanted to. Which she most definitely didn't.

She pulled her boots off and tugged her jeans off. Her shirt and bra came off on the way to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

He was hidden behind the shower curtain, but she could feel him stiffen. "Get out, Jeannie," he said, but there was more pleading in his voice than threat.

"Why?" she asked, feeling her heart pound.

"I don't wanna hurt you," he whispered, so quietly that she could barely hear it over the shower. "That would just make me like him. That guy that raped you."

She could sense that his control was rapidly crumbling. "It wouldn't. And I can take it," she said breathlessly, slowly sliding the curtain open. "I want you. All of you."

She stepped into the steamy bathtub, pulling the curtain shut behind her. Wetness surged between her legs at the sight of him, his naked body slick and wet, his back to her. "Not now," he muttered.

"Yes," she breathed, sliding a hand down her body and between her thighs, unable to help herself. "Right now. Please--"

He spun around so suddenly that she barely saw him move, grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them against the wall level with her shoulders. "You don't know what you're asking for. it it starts, it won't stop. *I* won't stop. Not until I get what I want," he growled, his dark eyes flashing, and she suddenly felt like prey caught in the predator's teeth.

Time for the prey to fight back.

"I know what I'm asking for," she replied, tugging at his grip until he released her wrists. "I want you to fuck me right now."

He groaned helplessly and pressed against her, his cock hard and huge against her belly. "You don't understand. If I let it loose, I can't control it," he whispered.

She slid her hands over his broad shoulders, down his hard, muscular chest and ridged belly and wrapped her hand around his erection, felt it throb against her palm. "I understand," she whispered, stroking him slowly. "I can feel it. You're trying to keep it under control, but it wants me."

She took a deep breath, smelling him on the steamy air, feeling half-crazed with lust. "It wants to mark me. Fuck me. Make me yours, so no other man can ever touch me again. Just you. I want it. I want you to let it loose on me. I'm strong enough to take it. I trust you," she said.

His control was gone. He fisted his hand in her hair and yanked her forward, crushing his mouth to hers. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her against him.

Tongue forcing its way into her mouth, he leaned back and groped for the faucet, shutting the water off, then steered her out of the tub. Jean was dizzy with want, with his kiss, with the feel of his wet, naked body pressed against hers.

He pulled her out of the bathroom, and she thought he was aiming for the bed. She gasped when he shoved her up against the wall instead. "Are you sure you want this?" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She felt like banging her head against the wall in frustration. "Yes! God, *please*, Logan, I need you--"

She yelped when he suddenly swept her legs out from under her, guiding them around his waist and propping her up with his hips. The head of his cock pushed against her opening, spreading the wetness that was steadily leaking from her. He thrust his hips up sharply, and he was inside her.

Jean let out a sharp cry at the sudden flash of pain. He was so big and seven months was a long time to go without. Logan steadily pushed in until he was deep inside her, as far as he could go, then stopped moving completely, pressing his forehead against the wall, breathing like a sprinter.

"God, you're so tight," he gasped, and she could feel that he was fighting the beast, fighting to keep it under control.

She didn't want him to control it. Her blood was running hot, and she needed him to be as out of control as she felt. She needed to see that side of him, the berserker.

Digging her fingernails into his shoulders, she sank her teeth into his neck, almost deep enough to draw blood. He snarled, and she felt it slip through his fingers.

He started thrusting hard, at a brutal pace, so hard that it felt like he was trying to pound her through the wall. She was incredibly wet but too tight, not quite ready, and each savage thrust hurt. It hurt, but the pain was good. It melded with pleasure, twisting and coiling deep inside of her, building until it was all she was aware of. Her entire world narrowed to their writhing bodies, his fingers digging into her hips, his thick erection splitting her open.

She braced herself against the wall and his shoulders and started meeting his thrusts, working herself on him. He moaned in her ear, biting at her throat, then turned his face to hers, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Jean whimpered into his mouth, grinding against him frantically. God, she was so close and completely out of control. His shields were completely gone, and he was battering at her, body and mind. She could feel her own shields cracking under his assault, but she didn't care. She wanted to feel him again, wanted to feel that complete mingling of souls. She wasn't afraid of it.

Logan suddenly cried out, a deep, guttural, animalistic sound, and pushed himself into her as deep as he could go, pinning her to the wall. His cock swelled and pulsed inside of her, and her shields crumbled like dust.

She was sucked immediately into his mind, into a whirling fury of memories and emotions and *Logan*. Nothing else existed except him and her and the blinding pleasure of two minds mating, becoming one. She could barely feel the cold of his memories; it was almost completely drowned out by white-hot ecstasy and the deep, pervading warmth of love.

Jean gasped for breath and let him overwhelm her.

She had no idea how long they held onto each other, shaking and moaning. Logan slowly sank down to his knees, arms wrapped tightly around her. "Oh, god," he moaned, shuddering with an aftershock, "Jeannie. God, I love you."

If she hadn't been shaking like a leaf, she probably would have gotten up and danced. Instead, she laughed and tangled her fingers in his soft hair, tilting his head and kissing him deeply. ~I love you, too.~ she sent down the psi-link, and he smiled against her lips, using his grip on her to work her on his still-hard cock.

She drew in a sharp breath, and he pulled away from her mouth. "Did I hurt you, baby?" he whispered, eyes suddenly full of worry.

"Yes," she said, kissing him before he could frown, "but I liked it."

He chuckled and started mouthing her shoulder. "It's been a long time," she continued, running her hands over his muscular shoulders, "and you're a big boy -- ah!"

She gasped when he bit down on the tendon between her neck and shoulder. He looked back up at her, grinning wolfishly. "You liked it, eh?" he purred, licking the corner of her lips. "You like pain, darlin'?"

She giggled a little nervously. "In small doses," she answered, sighing as he buried his face in her neck.

Jean moaned with every small bite he placed on her neck, squirming on his lap, squeezing his erection inside of her. He gave an appreciative growl and hooked his hands under her thighs, rising swiftly to his feet. He carried her to the bed and she flipped the covers back with her mind.

He sat on the edge of the bed with her in his lap, still setting his teeth into her neck. She felt him slip into her mind, smooth as water, cool and hot, earthy and feral. 'I like this,' he thought, and she smiled.

Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her down, sliding his erection even deeper inside of her. She moaned and let her head fall back. It still hurt a bit, but the pain was just good. He lifted her and pushed her down again, starting to pump in and of hof her slowly but forcefully. The angle was different from before, and each thrust sent a shock of pleasure through her.

The wildness was still running through them both, burning through their veins. Jean could feel it rising from deep within herself, mingling with Logan's own, which was closer to the surface. Hers was hidden, but it responded to him. It wanted to mark him as her mate. She couldn't help her surprise at finding such primitive needs inside of her. She must have kept it hidden well to not have even noticed it herself.

She didn't want to be civilized. She wanted to mate, to fuck like animals, to lay claim and have claim laid upon her. Growling, she pulled herself upright and gripped his shoulders, letting her nails cut into skinskin, and started riding him hard.

He bared his teeth in a feral grin, groaning when she began bucking her hips back and forth, bringing herself closer to orgasm. His mind slid through hers like quicksilver, his emotions and everything that he was feeling blending with her own thoughts until she honestly couldn't tell where she stopped and where he began. Hard muscle and wiry hair, soft, soft white skin, hands gripping so tightly that the skin under them bruised, sharp points of pain. It was the most exquisite sensation, to feel him inside of her and also feel being inside of her, feeling stretched and opened, and tightness and incredibly warm and slick...

Lal tal thought escaped her. She drove herself down onto him and he thrust up to meet her. Her arms went around his neck and she pressed her whole body into him, muscles rippling and clenching, coming intensely. She could vaguely hear her own cries, echoing off of almost bare walls, but she could feel his orgasm, feel the tight grip of her sex around him, the sudden gush of wetness onto his groin, the sing ing contractions and his hot, hot semen spurting inside of her.

Logan gave one last cry and then fell onto his back, pulling her down with him. She slid one of her arms around his ribs and rested her head on his chest, fighting to catch her breath. His heart pounded under her cheek, and she could feel his hands trembling slightly as they slid up and down her back.

"What changed?" he asked after a long moment, his voice slightly slurred and still very breathless.

Jean took a deep breath, smelling the sex on the air. "What do you mean?"

He chuckled. "Somethin' had to have changed. I don't think you'd have just jumped me if it hadn't."

She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest, looking him in the eye. "I asked for time to figure things out. I used it. I was stupid, I guess. Part of me knew all along that I'm in love with you, but another part was scared. Of you. But I realized that I have to take all or nothing, knowknow? I... I love all of you. Too much to settle for nothing. Even the violent part of you, because it's *you*. If I didn't -- well, it would be like you loving me, but not the psychic part.

"I saw it when you were fighting Sabretooth. You would have killed him to keep me safe, even if seeing you do it drove me away from you."

He looked up at the ceiling. "It's not a rational part of me. It's dark and brutal, and I can't control it when I let it loose--" he paused, realization dawning. "That's why you were scared of me, isn't it? You saw it in my head..."

He looked absolutely miserable. Jean pushed herself up so she could look at him better. "Yes, it scared me, but I know you'd never hurt me. It would never--"

"How can you want me, when you saw it? When you saw what it can do?"

She snorted impatiently. "I trust you," she said, emphasizing each word. "I love you. It's a part of you, and I know that it would never hurt me. Believe it or not, it makes me feel safe, to know that you'd do anything to protect me. And... it turns me on. It's so primitive... god, now I'm blushing."

He smiled, a genuinely happy, amused smile, and slid his hands into her hair, pulling her down to kiss him. His tongue slid slowly against hers, languidly. She sighed softly, kissing him back, pouring her love down the still wide-open link.

14 November
11:01 a.m.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Inn at Loretto

"You're still in bed, darlin'? Lazy."

Jean rolled onto her back, pushing the sheets down to her hips, and stretched luxuriously, giving Logan a good view of her naked torso. She was still a bit saddle-sore from their two week ride to Santa Fe, taking backroads to keep Sabretooth off of their trail. Well, she was sore from other things, too.

Raising an interested eyebrow, he dropped the takeout bags on the dresser and stalked over to the bed. She giggled and tried to scoot out of his range, but he caught her and pulled her back to him.

With a wicked grin, he pinned her to the mattress and started playing with her breasts. "So," he said nonchalantly, "did you miss me?"

She moaned and squirmed, pressing her thighs together. "Mmm... of course," she breathed. "Where -- mmm -- where did you go, anyway?"

Instead of answering, he leaned over her and licked her nipple, then started sucking gently, teasing the other one with his fingers. She gasped and arched up, tangling her fingers in his hair. "Your hair -- oh! -- is wet," she said, holding his mouth to her breast.

He lifted his head, pushing against her grip. "It's snowing," he replied, then moved over to suck on her other nipple.

"Oh! Oh, it is?" she said, writhing underneath his mouth and hand.

"Mm-hm," he answered without stopping.

After a few minutes of torture, she was moaning and thrusting her hips up at nothing. Giving her nipple one last, hard suck, he sat up and pushed the sheet off of her completely, then slid his fingers between her legs. Jean gasped loudly and bucked against his hand. "Ooh, you're wet," he murmured, stroking her slit.

"Oh, fuckmefuckme, please..."

That lishlish grin was back. "I think I wanna make you come with my tongue first,"

"Please!"

He chuckled evilly. "If you insist, darlin'..." he said and started to slide down between her legs.

"Take your clothes off first."

He looked back up at her. "Hm?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Strip."

He sat back up, giving her an impish look. "And what if I don't wanna?"

She raised herself up on her elbows and smirked at him. "I want to suck your cock, and I 't d't do that if you're wearing pants, can I?" she replied sweetly.

His mouth fell open and his eyes darkened. Jean raised her eyebrow suggestively at him, pleased that she'd broken through his calm, teasing facade, and he came off of the bed in a flash, stripping naked in a matter of seconds. She got a fleeting if pleasant glimpse of his gorgeous, muscled body before he practically tackled her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her hard.

She slid her hands over his back and down to squeeze his ass. He groaned and rubbed his cock against her belly, the leaking tip leaving a damp trail on her skin. "God, you smell good," he murmured, pulling away from her mouth to nibble at her earlobe.

She laughed. "I need a shower."

"No you don't. You smell good. Like sex," he whispered in her ear. "I can smell my cum on you. I like that."

She shuddered. "Turn around," she breathed. "I want to suck you off."

He let out a low growl. "I love it when you talk dirty, baby," he said, then turned and settled over her, taking her ass in his hands.

Jean licked her lips, spread her legs, and reached up for his cock, sucking it into her mouth. It had taken a few blowjobs for her to get used to the technique again, but Logan hadn't complained a bit. He moaned as she moved her head up, letting him slide in as deep as she could take it.

She slid her mouth back down and licked at the head for a few seconds, then started bobbing her head, sucking steadily. Logan shuddered, then bit down lightly on the inside of her thigh, making her squirm. He licked lightly at the joint of her thigh and groin, then swiped his tongue over the length of her sex once. She moaned around his cock, running her hands up the backs of his thighs to dig her fingernails into his ass.

His fingers tightened on her hips in response, and he pushed his tongue into her, fucking her with it before starting in on her clit. She jumped and shuddered, sucking harder.

Logan finally had to pull his mouth away, resting his forehead against her thigh. "God, Jeannie, that feels so good," he panted, lightly thrusting into her mouth.

She increased her pace, lapping up salty precum as it leaked from his cock. "God... god... baby, I'm gonna come," he whispered, breathing hard. "I'm gonna come, Jeannie..."

He froze, but she kept moving, sucking him in deep and swallowing around him, sliding her fingers back to press against his perineum. He came with a shout, semen gushing into her mouth. It was too much for her to handle, and she pulled her head back, swallowing and gasping for breath. His cock spurted a few more times onto her breasts and belly. She was already turned on beyond belief; she slid one hand down and spread herself open with her fingers, then pushed his head back down between her legs with her mind.

He growled and bore down on her with his tongue, flicking her clit hard, pushing a couple of fingers inside of her sex.

Fire rushed through her, and she arched up against his body, gasping his name. He moved off of her when she collapsed back onto the mattress, turning and settling beside her. It took a long moment for her to catch her breath. "God, you're good at that," she breathed.

He grinned smugly at her, then dipped his head to suck at her wet nipple. "Logan!" she exclaimed. "You--"

He kissed her hardshinshing his tongue into her mouth, and she could taste his semen in his mouth. He finally pulled away, staring at her intensely. "Jesus," she said, closing her eyes. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that was?"

She heard him chuckle, then felt the bed shift as he got up. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"Nowhere."

The bed dipped again, and he pressed the length of his naked body against hers. "Open your eyes, babe."

She sighed and opened them"Her"Here," he said, somewhat awkwardly, handing her a small, wrapped box.

"What's this?" she said with a smile.

"I... well, I missed your birthday. So, I got you something."

A silly grin plastered itself on her face. "Oh, Logan, you didn't have to--"

"I wanted to. Open it."

Still grinning, she ripped the paper opo fio find a black velvet box. "Logan, what did you--" she began, but he interrupted her.

"Just open it, Jeannie."

She flipped it open and gasped. Inside was a simple, wide silver band inlaid with a thunderbird in a red gemstone. "It's beautiful," she whispered, pulling it out and sliding it onto her finger. "And it fits!"

Logan laughed. "Good. I saw it this morning and it made me think of you. Happy late birthday."

She rolled onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you," she said, kissing him. "I love you."

His arms tightened around her. "I like hearing you say that, darlin"
"

"Get used to it," she replied with a grin, pulling herself up.

The drapes slid open at her mental command, and she rose up on her knees to see out of the window. "Ooh, it is snowing," she murmured, getting off of the bed to look.

"I didn't make it up," Logan teased, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jean looked down at the part of the hotel that was sprawled under their window, watched fat snowflakes gather on the pink-orange adobe. "Kind of early for snow," she said thoughtfully.

Logan slipped his arms around her from behind, pulling her back against his warm body. "I always liked watching it snow," he said quietly, pressing his face against the side of hers. "I can kinda remember mountains... and so much snow. I think I was a boy then."

She squeezed his arms, then started walking him backwards, stopping only when the backs of his legs hit the bed and he sat down. She turned around, just looking at him for a moment, the pale, snowy light making his golden skin look silvery.

He was still haard,ard, so she pressed herself against him, reaching down and stroking him back to hardness. He sighed in pleasure, kissing the side of her neck, lapping at her damp skin, running his hands over her back. When he was completely hard, she bent down and kissed him on the lips, then turned her back to him and sank down in his lap, onto his cock.

He moaned, hands moving to her hips, pressing her down all the way, then lifting her up only to press her down again. She let her head roll back onto his shoulder, adjusting to the size of him inside of her. God, it felt so good.

He moved his hands up to her breasts, and she looked down, admiring the way they looked in the light, the contrast between their skin tones. Hers was positively white, marred by faint bruises on her hips and waist from where he hadn't been able to control himself. His darker hands cupped her breasts for a second, then smoothed them down her flat stomach, over her hip bones and down to her thighs. He pressed them out so that she had to move her legs outside of his, bracing her weight against the solid bulk of his body. One hand moved to her waist, holding her still as he began to thrust slowly in and out, and the other slipped between her legs, fingers sliding down to and around where his erection penetrated her, then back up to tease her clit.

Jean drew in a sharp breath, letting it out on a moan, working her hips as much as he would let her. She could feel his presence swelling at his end of the psi-link, so she took her shields down, let him slide into her mind the way he was sliding into her body.

Sensation suddenly doubled, and his thrusts quickened. An orgasm began to quickly build deep inside of her, wet warmth building low in her body. She stared out the window at the falling snow, losing her mind, losing herself in him, gasping and crying out his name when she came hard, her body arched back against his.

He whispered things in her ear, things she couldn't make sense of in her current state of mind, and then he pressed her down hard, coming deep inside of her.

"I love you," he whispered, breathing hard.

She smiled. Things were looking up.

End