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Be My Baby
Title: Be My Baby
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Only Max is my creation, or technically Logan and Marie’s, all other characters belong to Marvel and Fox.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Marie’s had a baby and Logan’s getting impatient about that *six week* rule.
Author’s note: The title of this fic is lovingly *borrowed* from the Ronette’s song “Be My Baby”. If you know the melody, it’s quite acceptable to sing it out loud.
~ Be My Baby ~
I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see.
For every kiss you give me I'll give you three.
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you.
You know I will adore you 'til eternity.
So won't you, please, BE MY BE MY BABY
Be my little baby MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Say you'll be my darlin', BE MY BE MY BABY
Be my baby now. MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
He should have seen it coming when Marie didn’t want to make love in the final weeks of her pregnancy. Logan always thought foreplay should be kissing and touching, not begging. Maybe she didn’t want him anymore he thought. Maybe he didn’t turn her on anymore.
“Come on, Marie, please!” Logan pleaded.
Logan’s tone could almost be called whiney, although not to his face. The Wolverine didn’t whine. Logan, however, apparently did.
Maximillian Dashiell Xavier was now four weeks old and Logan’s patience in waiting for Marie to heal from the birth had run out approximately three weeks and four days earlier. Marie had refused to allow Logan to loan her his healing factor just so that they could resume sexual relations. She reminded him that they’d had an agreement that she wouldn’t borrow his powers unless it was a life-threatening situation and his overactive libido didn’t count. Sorry, but he’d just have to learn a little patience.
It wasn’t as if Logan was completely cut off, anyway. Marie had willingly given him blowjobs, so it wasn’t a case of ‘blue ball’ syndrome for him. But, because Logan wasn’t a pig, he realized that Marie was only doing it for him without deriving any pleasure out of it herself. Max seemed to have taken up permanent residence latched onto one breast or the other and whenever Max wasn’t attached and Logan tried to touch Marie, she winced in pain, as her breasts were so tender. He tried not to be jealous of his son when he saw him with his lips firmly planted on the place where he wanted to be.
Marie explained to Logan that she was exhausted from lack of sleep due to Max’s nursing schedule, so he suggested they switch Max over to a bottle so that he could get up with him a couple of times during the night and let her sleep. Marie thanked him for the gesture, but reminded him that breast milk was best. She also told him that she was still feeling decidedly unattractive because of the last few pounf prf pregnancy weight she still had to lose. So Logan bought her a sexy teddy from Victoria’s Secret and asked her to model it for him, hoping that would set the right mood. She shyly went into the bathroom to change and when he heard her burst into tears, realized the idea had failed miserably.
“Oh, baby it can’t be that bad,” he said to the closed door.
“I look like one of those ‘before’ pictures in a weight loss ad,” Marie wailed.
“Marie, I’m sure you don’t,” Logan said reassuringly.
Marie slowly opened the door and stood there with her head hanging down. Logan looked at the white lacey confection that was clinging to all those delicious Marie curves and not only couldn’t he see what she was so worried about, but was decidedly turned on. He let out a low whistle and Marie looked up, which made her see just how much he liked what he saw.
“You may not believe what comes outta my mouth, baby, but you gotta believe *that*!” Logan said grinning and pointing to his crotch.
Marie blushed a shade that Logan had never seen before. It always amazed him that even after all this time and everything that they’d done together sexually, that she could still retain that one vestige of innocence. Marie was the combination of naiveté and sexuality in one perfect package and Logan said a small prayer every night that she’d come into his life.
His life prior to her had been nothing more than a blur of meaningless one-night stands with women whose names he either couldn’t remember or hadn’t bothered to get in the first place. He knew the minute he saw her in that bar in Laughlin City that she was *the one*, even if it did take him a while to admit it to himself. When he first returned from his ‘fact-finding’ mission he’d had to fight off a variety of suitors who’d been sniffing around her, but she loved him and that had worked considerably in his favor. At the first opportunity he’d gotten them in front of someone who could bind them together, he hadn’t cared at the time if it had been a minister, a rabbi, a judge or even a Druid priest as long as the signature on the paperwork was legal. And now she was his – forever. Max’s arrival nine months later had just added to their joy. Marie called him their honeymoon baby, while Logan referred to him as the cub.
Logan shook himself out of his reminiscing and refocused on the vision standing before him. He honestly didn’t know what Marie was complaining about, she looked good to him – better than good actually, she looked perfect. He wrapped a strong arm around her small waist and pulled her tight against him, then leaned down and started kissing the spot on her neck that he knew would make her go weak in the knees. He’d kissed every square inch of her, but that was *the* spot and he’d used it to his advantage on more than one occasion. It worked now because he felt her go limp in his arms. His lips left her neck long enough for him to steal a glance at her. Her eyes were half closed and glazed with passion. Yup, it was definitely working – he was ‘in the zone’.
Instead of returning to her neck, this time he latched onto her succulent little mouth and began easing them toward the bed. When the back of his legs touched the edge of the mattress, he fell backward, tumbling them onto the bed without breaking the kiss. He rolled them over so that she was beneath him, then he released her mouth to kiss a heated trail onto her neck and down to the place that had always held such fascination for him. He slipped the straps of the teddy off of her shoulders and pushed the lacy fabric away from one breast, and aware that they were still ultra-sensitive, he very gently stroked his tongue across one pert nipple, which hardened into a little bud instantly. He didn’t suck on it, knowing that would cause her milk to ‘let down’, so instead he contented himself by swirling his tongue around the areola in slow teasing circles. Then pushing aside the lace covering the other breast he did the same thing to the other nipple. Marie was letting out small mewling sounds, which boosted his confidence to keep going. He slid the teddy down further revealing creamy skin that he showered with feathery kisses, dipping his tonguto tto the small crater of her navel that had been an ‘outie’ while she was carrying Max.
Logan continued his downward path, inching the teddy off as he did. He nudged her legs apart and smiled. While she might protest, he could smell her arousal – tangible proof that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She always smelled so intoxicating and tasted even better. Marie raised her hips slightly and that was all the invitation Logan needed to run his tongue over her.
“Oh God, Logan,” Marie moaned as he made that first contact.
He expertly swirled his tongue over her, knowing just how she liked to be licked. When she threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed herself against him harder he knew she was close to the edge. With a gentle suck on her bud he felt her shudder as she fell into the chasm and flooded his mouth with her essence. Flushed and panting, Marie said the one thing he hadn’t expected, even though he’d hoped to hear it.
“I want you inside me.”
Logan stood up and shed his sweats in record time, then climbed back onto the bed.
He pushed two fingers into her still contracting channel and told her, “Then open up the connection, Marie.”
The slight tingling he felt a moment later indicated that she’d ‘flipped on’ her mutation. Logan began to feel lightheaded.
“Baby, if you want me conscious …” he warned.
“Oh, sorry,” Marie replied and the tingling sensation abruptly stopped.
Knowing how wet she was for him Logan repositioned himself and entered her in one sh moh movement. Marie wrapped her legs around his hips as he began a rhythmic thrusting action. Logan alternated between dusting her neck with moist kisses and watching her writhe beneath him, her face a kaleidoscope of emotions that he took great pride in knowing that he’d caused. Along with everything else, Marie was damn good for his ego. Most of the women he’d been with before had been in various stages of intoxication, although it hadn’t really mattered because they’d merely been a way to release some pent up energy, but with Marie it was always about making love and not simply fucking. So instead of leading a shallow, empty life he now had something that had meaning and fulfilled him on many levels. He may have tangibly saved Marie’s life a few times, but she had saved his in ways that could never be measured.
Logan’s sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of Max beginning to stir and he realized that his son would soon use the full capacity of his lungs to announce he wanted attention. A nice leisurely lovemaking session was apparently not going to happen, so he increased the pace of his thrusts and angled so that he was dragging across Marie’s ‘magic button’. He felt her inner muscles clench around him as she climaxed, which triggered his own orgasm and with a final ‘harrumph’ he emptied himself into her. At that precise moment Max decided to let them know he was wide-awake and began crying earnestly.
“I’ll go get him,” Logan offered.
“Good, cause I’t t’t think I can move at the moment,” Marie said breathlessly with a sly smile.
Logan pressed a quick kiss to Marie’s lips and eased off the bed and went into the adjoining room, returning with an increasingly agitated small bundle. He handed Max to Marie and she settled him against one breast, which he latched onto immediately and began sucking vigorously. Logan lay back down, gathered Marie against him and watched his son nurse. He stroked a finger over the tiny little cheek, marveling at how soft it was. The white sleeper Max had on was covered with miniature Peter Rabbits and Logan made a silent vow that he’d never w anw any photographs to be taken of his son while he was wearing such a potentially embarrassing outfit. As Max nursed Logan pressed soft kisses to his tiny little head and breathed in the powdery ‘baby smell’. Next to the pheromones released by an aroused Marie, it was his favorite scent. After a few minutes, Marie stuck her finger into Max’s mouth to break the suction so that she could switch him to her other breast. As she shifted him over he let out a small burp that made Logan smile. Nestled in the crook of Marie’s arm, Max quickly attached himself onto the other nipple and suckled contently. When Max fell asleep Logan returned him to his crib and then sauntered back toward Marie; with a naughty glint in his eye he gave her his best eyebrow quirk.
Marie gave him a seductive smile and crooked a finger at him. Logan grinned wickedly knowing they’d find a way to keep themselves amused until Max’s next feeding.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Only Max is my creation, or technically Logan and Marie’s, all other characters belong to Marvel and Fox.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Marie’s had a baby and Logan’s getting impatient about that *six week* rule.
Author’s note: The title of this fic is lovingly *borrowed* from the Ronette’s song “Be My Baby”. If you know the melody, it’s quite acceptable to sing it out loud.
~ Be My Baby ~
I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see.
For every kiss you give me I'll give you three.
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you.
You know I will adore you 'til eternity.
So won't you, please, BE MY BE MY BABY
Be my little baby MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
Say you'll be my darlin', BE MY BE MY BABY
Be my baby now. MY ONE AND ONLY BABY
He should have seen it coming when Marie didn’t want to make love in the final weeks of her pregnancy. Logan always thought foreplay should be kissing and touching, not begging. Maybe she didn’t want him anymore he thought. Maybe he didn’t turn her on anymore.
“Come on, Marie, please!” Logan pleaded.
Logan’s tone could almost be called whiney, although not to his face. The Wolverine didn’t whine. Logan, however, apparently did.
Maximillian Dashiell Xavier was now four weeks old and Logan’s patience in waiting for Marie to heal from the birth had run out approximately three weeks and four days earlier. Marie had refused to allow Logan to loan her his healing factor just so that they could resume sexual relations. She reminded him that they’d had an agreement that she wouldn’t borrow his powers unless it was a life-threatening situation and his overactive libido didn’t count. Sorry, but he’d just have to learn a little patience.
It wasn’t as if Logan was completely cut off, anyway. Marie had willingly given him blowjobs, so it wasn’t a case of ‘blue ball’ syndrome for him. But, because Logan wasn’t a pig, he realized that Marie was only doing it for him without deriving any pleasure out of it herself. Max seemed to have taken up permanent residence latched onto one breast or the other and whenever Max wasn’t attached and Logan tried to touch Marie, she winced in pain, as her breasts were so tender. He tried not to be jealous of his son when he saw him with his lips firmly planted on the place where he wanted to be.
Marie explained to Logan that she was exhausted from lack of sleep due to Max’s nursing schedule, so he suggested they switch Max over to a bottle so that he could get up with him a couple of times during the night and let her sleep. Marie thanked him for the gesture, but reminded him that breast milk was best. She also told him that she was still feeling decidedly unattractive because of the last few pounf prf pregnancy weight she still had to lose. So Logan bought her a sexy teddy from Victoria’s Secret and asked her to model it for him, hoping that would set the right mood. She shyly went into the bathroom to change and when he heard her burst into tears, realized the idea had failed miserably.
“Oh, baby it can’t be that bad,” he said to the closed door.
“I look like one of those ‘before’ pictures in a weight loss ad,” Marie wailed.
“Marie, I’m sure you don’t,” Logan said reassuringly.
Marie slowly opened the door and stood there with her head hanging down. Logan looked at the white lacey confection that was clinging to all those delicious Marie curves and not only couldn’t he see what she was so worried about, but was decidedly turned on. He let out a low whistle and Marie looked up, which made her see just how much he liked what he saw.
“You may not believe what comes outta my mouth, baby, but you gotta believe *that*!” Logan said grinning and pointing to his crotch.
Marie blushed a shade that Logan had never seen before. It always amazed him that even after all this time and everything that they’d done together sexually, that she could still retain that one vestige of innocence. Marie was the combination of naiveté and sexuality in one perfect package and Logan said a small prayer every night that she’d come into his life.
His life prior to her had been nothing more than a blur of meaningless one-night stands with women whose names he either couldn’t remember or hadn’t bothered to get in the first place. He knew the minute he saw her in that bar in Laughlin City that she was *the one*, even if it did take him a while to admit it to himself. When he first returned from his ‘fact-finding’ mission he’d had to fight off a variety of suitors who’d been sniffing around her, but she loved him and that had worked considerably in his favor. At the first opportunity he’d gotten them in front of someone who could bind them together, he hadn’t cared at the time if it had been a minister, a rabbi, a judge or even a Druid priest as long as the signature on the paperwork was legal. And now she was his – forever. Max’s arrival nine months later had just added to their joy. Marie called him their honeymoon baby, while Logan referred to him as the cub.
Logan shook himself out of his reminiscing and refocused on the vision standing before him. He honestly didn’t know what Marie was complaining about, she looked good to him – better than good actually, she looked perfect. He wrapped a strong arm around her small waist and pulled her tight against him, then leaned down and started kissing the spot on her neck that he knew would make her go weak in the knees. He’d kissed every square inch of her, but that was *the* spot and he’d used it to his advantage on more than one occasion. It worked now because he felt her go limp in his arms. His lips left her neck long enough for him to steal a glance at her. Her eyes were half closed and glazed with passion. Yup, it was definitely working – he was ‘in the zone’.
Instead of returning to her neck, this time he latched onto her succulent little mouth and began easing them toward the bed. When the back of his legs touched the edge of the mattress, he fell backward, tumbling them onto the bed without breaking the kiss. He rolled them over so that she was beneath him, then he released her mouth to kiss a heated trail onto her neck and down to the place that had always held such fascination for him. He slipped the straps of the teddy off of her shoulders and pushed the lacy fabric away from one breast, and aware that they were still ultra-sensitive, he very gently stroked his tongue across one pert nipple, which hardened into a little bud instantly. He didn’t suck on it, knowing that would cause her milk to ‘let down’, so instead he contented himself by swirling his tongue around the areola in slow teasing circles. Then pushing aside the lace covering the other breast he did the same thing to the other nipple. Marie was letting out small mewling sounds, which boosted his confidence to keep going. He slid the teddy down further revealing creamy skin that he showered with feathery kisses, dipping his tonguto tto the small crater of her navel that had been an ‘outie’ while she was carrying Max.
Logan continued his downward path, inching the teddy off as he did. He nudged her legs apart and smiled. While she might protest, he could smell her arousal – tangible proof that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She always smelled so intoxicating and tasted even better. Marie raised her hips slightly and that was all the invitation Logan needed to run his tongue over her.
“Oh God, Logan,” Marie moaned as he made that first contact.
He expertly swirled his tongue over her, knowing just how she liked to be licked. When she threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed herself against him harder he knew she was close to the edge. With a gentle suck on her bud he felt her shudder as she fell into the chasm and flooded his mouth with her essence. Flushed and panting, Marie said the one thing he hadn’t expected, even though he’d hoped to hear it.
“I want you inside me.”
Logan stood up and shed his sweats in record time, then climbed back onto the bed.
He pushed two fingers into her still contracting channel and told her, “Then open up the connection, Marie.”
The slight tingling he felt a moment later indicated that she’d ‘flipped on’ her mutation. Logan began to feel lightheaded.
“Baby, if you want me conscious …” he warned.
“Oh, sorry,” Marie replied and the tingling sensation abruptly stopped.
Knowing how wet she was for him Logan repositioned himself and entered her in one sh moh movement. Marie wrapped her legs around his hips as he began a rhythmic thrusting action. Logan alternated between dusting her neck with moist kisses and watching her writhe beneath him, her face a kaleidoscope of emotions that he took great pride in knowing that he’d caused. Along with everything else, Marie was damn good for his ego. Most of the women he’d been with before had been in various stages of intoxication, although it hadn’t really mattered because they’d merely been a way to release some pent up energy, but with Marie it was always about making love and not simply fucking. So instead of leading a shallow, empty life he now had something that had meaning and fulfilled him on many levels. He may have tangibly saved Marie’s life a few times, but she had saved his in ways that could never be measured.
Logan’s sensitive hearing picked up the sounds of Max beginning to stir and he realized that his son would soon use the full capacity of his lungs to announce he wanted attention. A nice leisurely lovemaking session was apparently not going to happen, so he increased the pace of his thrusts and angled so that he was dragging across Marie’s ‘magic button’. He felt her inner muscles clench around him as she climaxed, which triggered his own orgasm and with a final ‘harrumph’ he emptied himself into her. At that precise moment Max decided to let them know he was wide-awake and began crying earnestly.
“I’ll go get him,” Logan offered.
“Good, cause I’t t’t think I can move at the moment,” Marie said breathlessly with a sly smile.
Logan pressed a quick kiss to Marie’s lips and eased off the bed and went into the adjoining room, returning with an increasingly agitated small bundle. He handed Max to Marie and she settled him against one breast, which he latched onto immediately and began sucking vigorously. Logan lay back down, gathered Marie against him and watched his son nurse. He stroked a finger over the tiny little cheek, marveling at how soft it was. The white sleeper Max had on was covered with miniature Peter Rabbits and Logan made a silent vow that he’d never w anw any photographs to be taken of his son while he was wearing such a potentially embarrassing outfit. As Max nursed Logan pressed soft kisses to his tiny little head and breathed in the powdery ‘baby smell’. Next to the pheromones released by an aroused Marie, it was his favorite scent. After a few minutes, Marie stuck her finger into Max’s mouth to break the suction so that she could switch him to her other breast. As she shifted him over he let out a small burp that made Logan smile. Nestled in the crook of Marie’s arm, Max quickly attached himself onto the other nipple and suckled contently. When Max fell asleep Logan returned him to his crib and then sauntered back toward Marie; with a naughty glint in his eye he gave her his best eyebrow quirk.
Marie gave him a seductive smile and crooked a finger at him. Logan grinned wickedly knowing they’d find a way to keep themselves amused until Max’s next feeding.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*