What does a Wolverine do in the Woods?

** Please note: I do not own any of the marvel comics characters that I have borrowed for this fic and have no intention of profiting from them in any way. . “Synapses” however, is my own creation and will appear in other fics.

Chapter One

Who would have ever thought that a man who came across as such a bastard knew what it meant to love someone? And God, who ever would have thought that the lanky red head with a stick up her ass that he’d cryptically insinuated that he loved would be the last person on his mind?

Logan slammed his fist into the steering wheel of the pick up truck that he was driving through the Canadian back roads in frustration. Never once would he have thought that the girl that he’d picked up in Northern Alberta would be the woman that he couldn’t get out of his head. He felt like a dirty old bastard. She was so young and beautiful, that milky skin so untouched and fresh.

He sighed. Marie…

He’d been gone so much over the last ten years that he barely knew her anymore. He could kick himself in the ass for that one. When he’d seen her just a couple of weeks ago he felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. Her hair had changed, as a woman’s was prone to. She’d had it cut in layers that gave it more movement and kept it a bit shorter than she had when she was younger. It was still long, a fact that he appreciated a great deal, but it wasn’t the plain long style that she’d favored as a teenager. The time she spent outside had lightened the dark tresses to a reddish auburn and with that white streak that she sported courtesy of Eric Lensherr, she was one hot tomato.

The once shy girl had been replaced by one sexy confident woman! More than just her looks had changed over the years. Her powers had grown exponentially. She’d been forced to incapacitate more than a few mutants permanently in order to stop the wars that constantly threatened to erupt and her personal arsenal had grown until she was one of the most powerful mutants on the planet. Having seen her flying through the sky in black leather with her shorter, redder hair billowing around her had given him a hard on of epic proportions. That leather jumpsuit that she wore as one of the X-Men clung in all the right places and being the saucy little wench that she was, she never zipped the damned thing up all the way, leaving the milky curves of her breasts visible to taunt the unwary. Her hips were made for a man’s hands, he’d sworn when he’d had the misfortune of standing behind her when she bent over for something that she’d dropped.

In the end, he’d had to leave. She had morphed into a woman that he was hard pressed…he groaned aloud at the mental pun…to resist.

He’d found himself staring at her at odd times like some kind of a friggin’ pervert. It hadn’t helped to find her staring right back at him. A simple nod in his direction, or a wink… or a smile… or any indication whatsoever that she’d been willing and he would have carted her off to the nearest unpopulated spot and fucked her senseless.

Logan stuck the cigar he was smoking between his teeth and reached down to adjust his erection into a more comfortable position. That damned girl could give him a fucking hard on in the middle of the Canadian wilderness and she was no where to be seen.

He pulled the truck over into a grassy area that was heavily shaded by more trees than he could ever identify. He needed to take a leak and maybe grab something cold out of the cooler that he kept in the camper. Unconsciously he sniffed at the air as he climbed out of the truck, noting that there was nothing around to be concerned about. Checking for such things had long ago become an ingrained habit of his character, something he didn’t even think about after so many years of doing it.

Clamping down on the cigar once again, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, sighing aloud as his stream started to flow, relieving the pressure on his bladder. Comfortable with his surroundings, he closed his eyes and leaned against the hood of his truck as he watered the local flora with recycled Corona.

“Impressive, Sugah.”

Logan jumped, dropping his cigar, as he nearly pissed all over himself. “What the fuck!?”

He sucked it up and gave himself a quick shake before tucking his cock gently back into his jeans.

“Sorry to interrupt, Logan, but the Professor sent me up here to find you.”

Logan looked up and cursed. Marie… he might’ve known. There she sat, about fifteen feet above his head on the branch of a tree, her legs crossed at the knee, leaning back on one hand against the trunk, grinning down at him.

“Couldn’t wait til I was done?” He growled. “How long have you been up there? I didn’t smell you when I stopped.”

“I arrived mid-tinkle.” She giggled huskily. “That’s quite the...ummm…nice equipment.”

He arched a brow at her and walked around to the back of his truck for the water jug that he always carried. He washed his hands, pretty sure that he’d gotten piss on them and dried them off on a shop towel before opening the door of the camper and grabbing an icy Corona. “Beer?”

“No thanks. I’m only here to tell you that the Professor wants to see you. Looks like you’re heading in the right direction.” She noted the direction he’d been traveling as she alit gracefully to the ground.

“Yeah, I was thinking about heading back to Chuck’s for a while.” He shrugged as he let his gaze travel down the black leather that encased her body.

“You like what you see, Sugah?” She asked as she slid her hands down over her hips, taking note of his interest.

He snorted in response. “Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“Having nevah met a bear, I can’t say, but from the look in your eye and the wood in your jeans I’d say that’s a yes.” She grinned.

“Well, now, Darlin’, I’d have to either blind or a screamin’ homo not to like how you look in that uniform and considering that I’m neither, then yes, I think you’re sexy as hell.” He took a hard swig from his beer and cast another glance at her. “For all the good it’ll do me askin, but you had any man get around that touch of yours yet?”

Marie tossed her hair back from her face and eyed him, assessing the man she’d always wanted to get a piece of. “Sugah, if hadn’t had your head stuck up a snowman’s ass in the frozen north for the better part of the last ten years you might’ve known what’s been going on. I got control of my powers about a year after you left the first time. You really think I’m gonna tell you who I’ve slept with and who I haven’t? Really, Logan, I ain’t that kinda girl.”

“Well, hell, that’s good to know.” He growled as he sat his beer down and turned to study her, his nostrils flared as he picked up the scent of sexually excited female. “Nice.”

“What is?” She frowned.

“That musk you’re givin’ off.” He sniffed the air long and hard, stepping closer. “I can smell that wetness that you’d probably rather I not knew about.”

“Really.” She cocked a brow and stood her ground. “Sugah, I hate to tell you this, but you don’t scare me one damned bit. I know you like to be all manly and intimidatin’, but I ain’t playin’ along. See, I can kick your hairy ass any time I like.”

“Sweetheart, this isn’t intimidating”, he sniffed as he stepped even closer, the flannel of his shirt brushing against the leather covering her breasts as he inhaled the musky scent of female arousal that she was giving off, “this is interested.”

“Is it now?” She grinned. “What makes you think I want you interested?”

He dove in quickly, swiping his lips across hers and nibbling quickly at her bottom lip, abrading it gently as he pulled away. “That musk I smell, for starters. The way I’ve caught you watching me when I was at Chuck’s. The way your eyes are dilated, your breathing is heavy and your pulse is racing. Anything else you want to know, like how your nipples are hard and showing even through that leather you’ve got on?”

“Caught me.” She grinned. “So I wouldn’t mind seeing what a Wolverine does in the woods. Sue me.”

“Nah”, he growled as he caught the zipper of her jump suit between his fingers and gave it a tug, “I’d rather just fuck you.”