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Title: Changes
Author: jjblazer
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, not a blessed thing
Archive Rights: Tell me where, I'll say yes
Feedback: Pretty please??
Rating: NC-17
Summary: movieverse (kinda….)
Changes - 01
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The door flew in and there he stood. He looked murderous.
Taking one step into her room, he flung the door backwards, slamming it so hard the windows rattled.
Marie took a shaky step away from him, her eyes huge and scared – and there was almost nothing she could have done at that point that would have infuriated him more.
“That was quite a stunt you pulled.” His voice was low and dangerous, his mouth set.
She raised a hand weakly, as if to ward him off. “Logan – “
“Don’t! Don’t even try to come up with any excuses.”
His eyes roamed over her. The scanty lace top showing an obscene amount of cleavage above the skintight low cut jeans made his head swim – and the anger began to drain, leaving him hollowed out. The look in his eyes changed from one of out and out fury to something else. To what, she didn’t honestly know – a plea for understanding maybe? Well, fine! She could use some understanding here herself, the insensitive bastard!
“And just what business is it of yours?” she demanded, planting her fists on her hips. Fire sparked in her eyes. She’d had it – with his meddling in her life, hovering over her, scaring off anyone that seemed interested in her. She’d been alone for so freaking long, imprisoned inside her own skin, and it was high time she got to live a little. She’d earned it.
“I’ve worked hard to get this under my control, Logan. This is my life, ‘mine’. And what I do with it is none of your concern.”
His mouth dropped open. “None of my concern? Are you outta your fuckin’ mind? You know what that son of a bitch woulda done?”
Truthfully, no, she didn’t. But Logan hadn’t even given her a chance to find out. Leaving the poor bastard in a bloody, tangled heap on the floor of the bar, he’d grabbed her arm and drug her outta the place before anyone else could intervene. Slamming her inside his truck, he’d driven them back to Xavier’s in fuming silence.
“Well, he would have at least done something!” she flung back at him, not really making much sense, but this whole fiasco was going to have to cease. “You can’t just keep interfering in my life, Logan! You don’t own me.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously and he stepped up to her. Pointedly looking at the dogtag she still wore around her neck, he bit out, “Don’t I?”
She blinked at him, shocked that he would phrase their relationship in such a way. Though ‘relationship’ was a pretty strange word to describe what they had. They didn’t really have anything. Logan kept her at arms length, literally, but she felt like he circled her constantly, never allowing her breathing room.
Marie brought her fists up to her temples. “Stop! Logan, you have to stop this! I am not your property! And you don’t want me, you won’t touch me. What the ‘hell’ gives you the right to deny me that from others?”
Logan was shocked into non-responsiveness. She’d finally called him on it and he didn’t know what to say. At a loss, he decided to get pissed off again. Anger was at least something he understood.
“Deny you that? That’s what you want? To get raped on some fuckin’ pool table by a bunch of –“
Outraged, she hauled off and slugged him, as hard as she could. Blood burst from his split lip as his head rocked back from the blow. Focusing, he looke her her in astonishment for just a second, dragging the back of a hand across his mouth. It was the taste of blood that finally made him snap.
Breathing hard, the rage notched up an extra level or two even as his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You shouldn’ta done that, darlin’.” He yanked her against him. “You wanna know what he woulda done to you? I’ll show you.” And he swooped down on her mouth and kissed her, hard, brutally. With one hand wrapped into her hair at the nape of her neck, he devoured her mouth and began to back her toward the bed, never leaving off kissing her deeply.
Marie thought she was going to faint. The feel of him, the rhythmic stroking of his tongue deep inside her mouth was making her light-headed. Her startled, muffled protests quickly tapered off as the tingling heated feelings he evoked from her body simply overwhelmed her.
He suddenly released her, shoving her down onto the bed. Panting, barely in control of himself, he glared down at
“Don’t push me, kid.”
If he didn’t turn this around and make it her fault, he knew he wouldn’t have the strength to walk out of this room. He wanted her so goddamn bad it left him shaking. His mind screamed at him, rehashing all the arguments and excuses he had for not pursuing her. Wanting her was just wrong, it was all wrong. She was too young, he was too rough, she was too innocent, he was too jaded. There was no fucking way as ras right for her. And the love he thought he saw shining in her eyes sometimes when she looked at him wasn’t to be borne.
Logan possessed a monumental ego. What he didn’t possess was any confidence in the thought that someone could love him. Why on earth would anybody want him for anything other than a quick fuck? And Marie just didn’t exist in the ‘quick fuck’ universe.
Marie stared up at him, at a total loss, her mind unable to process what had just happened. Logan had kissed her. He had kissed her. And now he seemed to hate her for it. The humiliation and rejection went bone deep. He called her ‘kid’. He would always call her kid.
Curling herself onto her side, she turned her face into the covers and sobbed. He would always, always have the upper hand. He would always be there to hover and coerce and intimidate thoseund und her. She felt like a piece of spun glass, a ‘thing’, a trophy placed on a shelf that was never to be touched. By anyone. Not even its owner.
“Go away, Logan,” she said weakly. “Get out of my room.” She sat up, her tear-streaked face not something she even had the energy to hide from him. What did it matter? “You don’t want me, you just want to control me, to ‘protect’ me.” She snorted. “Well, ya know what? You’re fired. Just get the hell OUT!”
For a second, he couldn’t move. This couldn't have gone more badly if it
had been scripted by his worst enemy. And he had no one to blame but
himself.
Without a word, he turned his back on her and left.
(to be continued…)
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