You Know Me

Nearly fifteen hours later Marie collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes, giving in to the exhaustion that left her weak and trembling. She’d never seen the like of the mutant they met that day. None of them had ever heard of a Chameleon mutation, yet the girl was virtually impossible to get a bead on. They had literally covered an area of near ten square miles on foot trying to catch up with her. She blended into anything at will. It had taken Logan’s keen sense of smell to actually find her and Jean’s soft voice and way with words to convince the girl that they weren’t there to harm her, but wanted to help her. Marie, herself, had been the one to finally convince her that she wasn’t in danger from them. She told her girl her own painful story and about the help and education she had received from the school in Westchester.

When Amy had melted away from the brick wall she was hovering against and taken on the appearance of a girl they had all been quite shocked to see that she couldn’t have been more than twelve. She’d led them a merry chase for so long that they were all convinced that she had to be about the same age that Marie had been when she’d come to the school so many years ago.

She rose from the bed and peeled away the leather uniform she’d been wearing and tripped sleepily into the bathroom where she indulged in a quick shower before she pulled on the formfitting nightgown hanging on the back of the door.

She wasn’t really surprised to see Logan in her bed when she emerged from the shower.

“Wasn’t I the one that was supposed to be waiting in bed for you?” She grinned sleepily.

“Darlin’, I know you’re tired and so am I. If you’ll notice, I’m dressed for bed. I’m here for sleep and I’m damned if I’m ever gonna sleep another night without you if I can help it. Put your gloves on and come to bed.”

“My gloves?”

“Can you control your power in your sleep?” He asked with one brow hiked up questioningly.

“I don’t know, but I seriously doubt it.”

“Then put your gloves on and come to bed. That, or bring ‘em with you and get in bed. Either way, get your butt over here.”

Marie grinned and pulled a clean pair of full-length black silk gloves from her dresser drawer and went to the bed where she sat down and laid the gloves on the night table. “I’m glad you’re here, sugah. Tired as I am, I don’t think I’d have been able to sleep a wink for thinking about you if you weren’t.”

He grinned wryly. “I’ve spent so many nights laying in my bed thinking about you that one more wouldn’t make a damned bit of difference. I just don’t want you to be alone anymore. I plan on picking up where we left off in the morning. I told Chuck that neither of us is to be disturbed unless it’s a life or death emergency. We have the entire day to spend however we want.”

Marie smiled sleepily. “I think that sounds wonderful, Logan.”

“Put your gloves on, Darlin’, and let’s get some sleep so we can wake up.”

Logan pulled the sheet up to his neck and pulled Marie against his chest once she’d donned her gloves, her hand tucked into his. “I could sleep like this every night.” She sighed as she drew up her knee to insinuate it between his. “You make a very warm and comfortable pillow.”

“I’m gonna be a hard pillow soon.” He chuckled as he switched off the bedside lamp. “You’ll have to excuse the hard on, Darlin’, I can’t help it with you wrapped around me like this.”

“Oh, I’ll move…” She gasped as she made to pull away from him, blushing furiously in the darkness.

“The hell you will!” He tightened his grip on her and held her fast against him. “I don’t mind the hard on, if you don’t. I’d rather be a little uncomfortable for a while and have you right where you are than sleep without you. I can take it, Marie.”

“We could take care of it before we go to sleep.” She whispered against the sheet, feeling his heartbeat increase as she rubbed the fabric against his chest. “I could take care of it for you.”

“Yeah, Darlin’, you could, but it’ll hold til morning.” He sighed deeply. “I want it to be amazing for you, Marie, and if we do anything now, it probably won’t be. We’re both too damned tired.”

“Alright.” She sighed. “Let’s get to sleepin’ then, so we can wake up sooner.”

Logan chuckled in the darkness and tightened his arms around her. “Night, Darlin’.”

Marie slid up his chest and melded her lips to his, swiping her tongue over his teeth before delving inside his mouth to tangle with his. “Night, Logan. I love you.”

Marie wriggled back down his chest and snuggled against him once again, closing her eyes and willing her breathing to slow. She was too damned wired now to sleep, but she knew he wouldn’t give in. Logan was a complete hard ass about some things and when he dug his heels in there was rarely any use in trying to get him to budge, but she had a plan. It would require a great deal of patience on her part and a bit of acting.

She could feel Logan’s body trembling beneath her and his erection straining against the jogging pants that he’d worn to bed, pressing against her ribs.

She grinned as she sighed and pretended to relax further into sleep, allowing her arm to shift a bit lower, her elbow grazing his waist. Patience would win the day, she knew. If he managed to get to sleep it would be a miracle, but she was convinced that she could persuade him to change his mind about things if she just kept things subtle and took it slow. A touch here and a sleepy caress there and he’d be whimpering in the darkness.

She was careful to breathe deeply and regularly, feigning sleep as best she could. It seemed to take ages, but Logan slowly began to relax. Marie drew a deep breath and shifted again, as if she was settling deeper into sleep and allowed herself to slide an inch or two further down his torso. His hardness was now brushing against her breast.

Logan groaned sleepily and brought his arms around her, caressing her back and shoulders gently, his hand sliding down to catch her gloved one in his.

She swore she heard him mutter, “Oh, God,” under his breath.

She wanted him so sleepy that he hardly knew what he was doing. She wanted him relaxed and he was almost there.

A moment later he emitted a soft snore and Marie grinned. She didn’t dare move for a moment or two, giving him a chance to sink further into sleep before she slid her hand gently from his and removed her gloves. She inched the sheet down his torso and grinned as he shifted in his sleep and his arms crept up to either side of his head and he began to snore gently. She hadn’t known that he snored and she found it utterly endearing. If he sounded like a buzz saw she probably would have been a great deal less charmed by it, but the soft buzzing of relaxed sleep was a side of Logan that she loved being able to see.

When she’d worked the sheet down to his hips she watched him for a moment very carefully before she slid her fingers under the waist of pants and pulled them down, exposing the thick shaft of his flesh to the moonlight spilling in through the bedroom window. “Wow.” She whispered as she studied it for a moment before sliding her fingers around it.

“Darlin’, since you’re so determined to do this, just be careful of your teeth.” He mumbled sleepily as he slid his hands down and pushed his pants down past his hips.

“I’m sorry, Logan. I just couldn’t wait any longer.” She whispered against the hair on his abdomen.

“It’s alright, baby. Just be careful and when I tell you to move, you’d better move.” He murmured as he slid his hands over her arms, taking sleepy pleasure in touching her bare skin.

“Okay. Just don’t expect too much. I’ve never done this before.” She frowned, suddenly unsure of herself.

“You just do whatever you want to do. I promise you, I’ll like it.”

Marie gave the thick shaft in her hand a gentle squeeze and watched Logan’s face for a reaction. She felt an exquisite rush of liquid between her thighs when his brows knit and his mouth fell slightly open as his breath caught somewhere in his throat. She’d never forget that expression on his face, not for as long as she lived, it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. She’d so longed to be able to touch him and make him feel all the things that lovers felt, but now, when the moment was upon her she was at a bit of a loss. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face, but she couldn’t stop touching him either.

She licked her lips thoroughly and leaned in closer to press a kiss at the tip of his erection and delighted at the groan that drifted softly from his lips. She parted her lips and let the tip of her tongue trace the shape of him, experiencing the slightly salty taste of his flesh and drawing him ever closer to the interior of her mouth. She swirled her tongue experimentally around the head of his penis and shuddered as he reached over his head to grip the base of the headboard, the muscles of his torso tight with a tension that she couldn’t begin to describe. The whole point of this was supposed to be to give him relief while she indulged her need to touch him, but if things kept up the way they were going, she was going to be the one that ended up having the orgasm. Her entire body was trembling with need and sensations that seemed to rip through her every time he reacted to her touch.

When she drew him fully into her mouth Logan let out a feral growl that would have scared her had it come from anyone else. “Oh, baby, that’s incredible!” He groaned as she took him as deeply as she could, holding them there, sucking as firmly as she could, creating what she hoped was delicious pressure. “God, Marie!”

She released him and drew back, circling her tongue around the head again before sinking her lips even further up his shaft than before, flattening her tongue and letting the head enter the back of her throat. He was so thick that she was barely able to take him. She repeated the sliding motion with her lips several times and reached up to cup his testicles in her hands when he froze. “Move, Marie!”

Marie sat up and took him in hand as she climbed up his body to straddle him.

“No!” He growled as he gripped her nightgown and held her at bay. “Take this off!”

She tore the nightgown over her head and made to throw it aside, but Logan snatched it from her and brought it to his lap, catching the eruption of semen that issued from him.

“Logan?” She whispered quietly, a frown marring her features.

“It’s ok, Darlin’. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect it to happen so fast. I usually have a bit more control than that. I’m sorry I messed up your nightgown.”

“It’s alright, Logan. It’ll wash out. I just…” She trailed off quietly. She didn’t know what to say.

Logan cast the nightgown aside and stripped away his clothes. He lay back on the bed and kicked the sheet aside. “Come here, Darlin’.”

Marie climbed astride his thighs as she had intended to do earlier. “I’m sorry, Logan. I didn’t mean to force the issue, but I just couldn’t stand the thought of waiting until mornin’ and I know how stubborn you can be when you set your mind to somethin’.”

“You’re right. I am a stubborn shit, but I swear, Darlin’, that if you really want something and it’s not gonna hurt anyone, I will do everything in my power to make sure you get it. I can survive without a couple of hours of sleep. Hell, I’ll probably sleep better if I do without it until I’ve made sure that you’re satisfied. “

A shiver coursed along her spine at his words. “I love you, Logan.”

“I know, baby, I love you too. Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” He growled low in his throat.

“Yes, sugah, I promise you I’m very sure.”

“Well then, let’s get to it. I want you to sit on my face.” He grinned lasciviously.

“What?!” She gasped, blushing to the roots of her hair.

“Maybe a different tack would be better.” He chuckled. “After what you just did I think I forgot for a moment that you’re a virgin. Maybe we need to switch positions.”

Marie slid off of him and lay down beside him, waiting expectantly, unsure of what would happen next.

“No more talking, babe, unless you want me to do something, then you just tell me, ok?”

Marie nodded and watched as he reached over to turn on the light. She instinctively snatched up the sheet, suddenly feeling very shy and uncertain. The last thing she’d expected was for him to get out of the bed. He went around the room, and lit the candles that she kept for when she was in a relaxing mood and turned on the stereo, adjusting the volume so that the music was barely present, just filling the room with atmosphere.