Postcards From The Edge

Logan stepped out of the shower, reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

“No, Marie,” he said.

“No?” Marie repeated, thinking she’d somehow heard him wrong.

“No,” he said again, “We’d be doing it for the wrong reasons.”

“Excuse me, but how could there possibly be a wrong reason to make love?” Marie asked, the confusion etched clearly on her face.

“Because it’s a ‘quick fix’ and later you’re still gonna be pissed off at me. Maybe not in the immediate afterglow, but after you’ve had a chance to think about how we connected on a physical level before dealing with all the emotional shit.”

“But I thought that’s what you wanted. You seemed to be doing everything to entice me to ….”

“And that was wrong,” he interrupted, “I said we’d take things slow, that I’d let you set the pace, and then I tried to renege on that deal. I wanna make things right between us, Marie. I don’t wanna sweep this under the rug now and then have to deal with it later. I love you and God knows I want you. There’s nothing in this world I wanna do more than make love to you, but I want us to be together for the right reason, because we love each other and not just because our bodies needed it.”

Marie just stood there quietly and L did didn’t need heightened senses to recognize the confusion of emotions that she was experiencing.

“Not that I’m a glutton for punishment or anything,” he continued, “but be honest, you’re still upset about what I did, aren’t you?”

Marie gave a little affirmative nod and Logan saw the tears well up in her eyes.

“Our being together isn’t gonna change the fact that it happened. It dot don’t wantcha mad at me, or yourself, because of unresolved shit. And as much as I’m really happy that you wanna be with me, the problem won’t magically disappear, right?”

Marie gave another acknowledging nod as one tear escaped and slid down her cheek.

“Okay. So we deal with that first and then we make love,” Logan said as he brushed the tear away with his thumb and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Thank you, Logan,” Marie mumbled against his chest.

“Nhankhank you for being willing to give me another chance,” he replied as he kissed the top of her head, “Now I’m gonna go down to the kitchen and make you dinner.”

“Since when can you cook?”

“I can microwave a Lean Cuisine as well as the next guy,” he replied with a grin.

“Ooh, that sounds appetizing,” she said as she pulled a face, “How about if I help you?”

“I really wanted to spoil you, but seeing as I’m hungry enough for a real dinner, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“So what are you in the mood for?” Marie asked and then seeing Logan’s raised eyebrow and naughty grin, added, “Besides *that*, you bad boy.”

“I don’t care as long as it once moo’ed, oinked or clucked,” he answered.

“That’s my little carnivore.”

“Grrrrrrr.”

“That little growl is gonna be my undoing,” Marie sighed.

“Yeah, baby,” Logan replied, “Now go throw on some clot bec because as much as I like the fact there’s only a really short, thin piece of silk covering up all that creamy perfection – you don’t wanna give Scooter and every other guy over the age of twelve a woody.”

Marie’s mouth dropped open. “Logan!”

“Oh come on, you didn’t think you’re the object of only my fantasies?”

Marie’s face, neck and chest colored pink and Logan reached for where the silk of her robe overlapped to create a ‘V’.

“Exactly how far down does that blush go?”

That night in bed with Marie once again in just a pair of panties and a tank top and Logan in a pair of boxers, they simply snuggled with Logan rubbing small circles on Marie’s back until she fell asleep. The next morning Logan slipped out of bed before Marie woke up and snuck out of the room. He returned with a breakfast tray that had two cups of coffee, some toast and a fruit platter.

“I love you,” Logan said before nibbling on Marie’s mouth and then offering her a strawberry to nibble on.

Logan was delighted when Marie said, “I love you, too,” before taking a bite of the sweet fruit.

“So what do you want to do today?” Logan asked as he set the tray down on the floor.

“I think I’d like to spend the day at the mall going to all those girlie shops – if you’re okay with that?”

“Uh….okay…..if that’s what you wanna do,” Logan said, visibly paling.

Marie bit her lip, but couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping.

“Wow, you really *are* trying,” she said as she broke out into a big smile, “Logan, I wouldn’t really do that to you, but I appreciate the effort.”

Logan let out a big sigh, “Oh thank God.”

“You’re such a goof,” she said as she swatted at him.

“Yeah, goofy for you,” he said as he grabbed her and began tickling her.

Soon Marie was yelling “Uncle!” So he stopped the tickling, but still had her pinned beneath him, both of her hands above her head. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, then down her at aat and onto her chesith ith his teeth he pulled the tank top away from one breast and brushed his tongue over the exposed nipple. Marie let out a gasp and arched up as his mouth closed over the little pebble and he began a light sucking. He released his hold on her hands and nipple long enough to strip off her tank top and then immediately resumed lavishing both breasts with moist kisses. After several minutes of this loving attention, Marie pushed Logan over onto his back and pressed kisses all over his chest in return. As the pleasure shot through him, Logan fought the urge to flip her over, cut the little panties off and plunge into her, but he was determined to go only as far as Marie wanted to. They continued kissing and touching, but it appeared that Marie wasn’t prepared to do anything more and Logan didn’t push it any further.

Later that day they did go to the mall, but only so that Marie could pick up a few things at Victoria’s Secret, which made Logan very happy.

That evening Marive Lve Logan a little fashion show, but the ensemble that got the loudest growl from him was the leopard print bra and panty set.

“Me Tarzan – you Jane,” Logan proclaimed as he pounded on his chest.

Marie collapsed in a fit of giggles as Logan did the Tarzan *yell*. She started laughing even harder when there was a pounding on the wall that separated their room from Scott and Jean’s followed by Scott yelling, “Hey Lord of the Apes, shut the fuck up!”

“They probably wonder what we’re doing in here.”

“We’re having wild, hot monkey sex,” Logan yelled in the direction of the common wall.

Marie let out a yelp and then dove onto Logan, tumbling them both down onto the bed.

“You’re crazy.”

“Yeah, crazy for you,” Logan replied as he rolled her over, sunk his face into her neck and began blowing raspberries against the creamy skin.

“That tickles,” Marie giggled as she tried to squirm away from him.

“No, this is tickling,” Logan said as he started tickling her along the ribcage.

Marie shrieked with laughter as Scott pounded on wallwall again.

“Time out,” Marie panted, making a ‘T’ with her hands.

Logan stopped and they collapsed in a heap, their limbs tangled together. Marie buried her face against Logan’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her, and with a sigh, inhaled the scent of her shampoo. They lay there quietly, entwined around each other, their breathing soon in sync.

sor sorry,” Logan murmured after a few minutes, breaking the comfortable silence.

“For what?” Marie asked curiously as she tilted her head up and looked into the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes she’d ever seen.

“Mystique,” Logan said, his voice almost a whisper.

“I know,” Marie replied softly.


**To be continued.