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Chapter 13

Taking out a Marlborough Red, Wolverine inserted it in his lips as he casually walked towards the front porch. Gambit leaned against a pillar, inhaling a drag on his own brand of smokes. Kurt was sitting; sponging off his forehead with a towel while Piotyr was chugging a bottle of gator aid. All of them wore gym shorts, sneakers and were either bare chested or wearing tank tops.

"Good evening," Piotyr said. "Good to see you back in once piece�"

"Gambit wondered if you two had killed each other," Gambit said.

"Now, don't go bothering Logan when he's got pressing business," Kurt said as he saw Logan grab the lighter from Gambit and flick it to light his smoke. White plumes shot out from his nostrils like dragon's breath and curled up towards the sunny blue sky.

"Wise choice," Piotyr nodded. "Sorry for prying�"

"No problem," Logan said. "So, is everyone getting last call around here? One last blast to get drunk off your asses before the parents come home?"

"Mmm, da ladies be da ones doing dat honor. Remy just playing some one on one with the gentlemen before joining da fun," Gambit said as he inhaled another drag, and let the smoke rush out his lips a minute later.

"Got anything to say?" asked Logan.

"Gambit seen not'ing," Remy shrugged. "Only dat you come back safe n' sound�"

"Good," Logan said. "Is everyone being a pain in the ass, or are most people showing some good sense like you guys?"

"Most of us are enjoying the rest of our freedom," said Piotyr. "We know better� don't we?"

"Ja," Kurt nodded. "Excuse me but I must see if there is any cold beer. How many cases do I owe you now, Logan?"

"About 20, misfit," Logan laughed as he slugged Kurt on the back. "So� where's fearless leader?"

"Occupied with his little brother in racquetball," said Piotyr.

"Well whaddya know� the girls are getting drunk and the men are playing sports. What's this world coming to," Logan chuckled. He snorted as Kurt vanished in a hale of brimstone.

"Pee--yeeww�" Bobby Drake said as he poked his head out the door. "Either someone bamfed or Logan's back� there ya are, Wolvester�"

"Hello Drakey-wakey� missed the ice cream truck again?" Logan asked.

"Well whaddaya know� you found the girl?"

"What's it to you, icicle?" asked Logan, giving him a dangerous glare.

"Well, everyone's wanting to know�"

"Do me a favor an' mind yer own beeswax. I'm in too good a mood to pound yer ass," Logan said as he flicked ash into the small tray to one side.

A bamf of imploding air cut off Bobby's next wisecrack. Nightcrawler's thick-fingered hands were wrapped around the necks of several beers. "Here we are� a Miller genuine for Piotyr, a Molson for you, Logan� and for Gambit a Zima�"

"Another girly drink?" Piotyr teased him.

"Mon ami, da beer's too sour," Gambit said as he caught the beverage. Logan cracked open the bottle and sipped it gratefully. Ignoring Bobby, he brushed past him and wandered into the house.

Mariko was maneuvered amongst Lorna and Jean who were both sipping on cold cosmopolitans. "So� did you have FUN?" Lorna asked.

"We were SO worried," said Jean. "When you told us not to follow� and then Storm�"

"Storm told us not to worry� but I was concerned so I flew around� and then I knew it was very interesting when I saw you and Logan on his motorcycle�"

"Excuse me, you were spying on me?" Mariko asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We were worried!" Jean said. "You just ran off without an explanation�"

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself� I just needed some time alone�"

"What's going on? Did he say something to piss you off?" Jean asked.

"Guys, I'm sorry I was a pain," said Mariko quickly. "Everything turned out all right�and I'm back in one piece�"

"Jean, she IS here, and they DID come back together� so we can assume�" Lorna trailed off with a knowing wink.

"True� so are you really okay� I know I'm being a pain in the ass myself�" Jean trailed off.

"I'm fine," Mariko smiled.

"Does she LOOK like she's not okay, Jean?" Lorna laughed. "Grinning like that�"

"What do you think?" Mariko asked cryptically.

"So what DID you end up doing when you rode off, after Logan found you�"

"What made you upset in the first place?" Jean asked.

Mariko sighed. "I had a flashback when I was dancing with Logan. And then I ran out, and he ran after me. We met up in the woods, he talked to me�"

"And then�" Lorna asked eagerly as Jean blinked, her gaze intense.

"He suggested we stay someplace with some friends of his for the night, and so we did�"

"What friends?" Jean asked.

"Nobody I know," shrugged Mariko. "Anyway, it was late, and we ate dinner that they had, and then went to sleep�"

"Uh huh," Jean said. "C'mon� give girlie� you owe us a better story than that�"

"C'mon� we're dying to know�"

"Know what?" Mariko laughed.

"You can't just expect us to believe nothing happened�"

"Well nothing DID happen," Mariko said. "That I didn't WANT to happen�"

"And that means�" Jean asked.

"I don't kiss and tell," said Mariko.

"Ohh you kissed him?" Lorna asked.

"Guys, please, it's embarrassing� I'd rather just keep SOME things to myself�"

"You CAN tell me," Jean said. "We ARE your friends�"

"There's nothing really to tell," Mariko chuckled.

"You mean he didn't� he behaved himself?" Lorna lifted an eyebrow.

"That's not his style at ALL," Jean muttered.

"Yes. He's a good shoulder to cry on, and he was just the person I needed to talk to�"

"Must have been a LONG conversation," Jean said. "Michelle, I�m not trying to pry� but if something happened that I need to know about�"

"You think I�m holding out on you, Jean? Why is this such a big deal? You two put me up to going out in the first place�" said Mariko. "I ended up having a NICE dinner with Logan, and staying in a comfortable place and he behaved himself. End of story. Can't you just be happy for me?"

"Well, we DID want more of the fun dirt," Lorna said.

"What did you and ALEX do?" asked Mariko as she glanced at her.

"Well um�" Lorna chuckled.

"Or you and SCOTT?" asked Mariko. "I might ask why you're walking in a rather strange way, and you're still drinking cosmopolitans when you know the Professor is coming back tomorrow. But I won't�"

"There's no need to get bitchy, we're just�"

"You're starting to annoy me. I want to enjoy the rest of tonight. Can't I have SOME privacy? When I'm ready to tell you something I will. What happened or didn't happen is between Logan and me�"

"So you DID�" Jean trailed off.

"Jean please don't do this� I'm NOT in the mood for interrogation. Are you my friend or my warden?" asked Mariko, who was getting peeved.

"Jean, maybe you're getting a little too� nosy�"

"Anything interesting going on here that I should know about?" asked Storm as she poked her head in. "Someone's looking for you, Michelle�"

"I was about to leave anyway. Excuse me ladies, but you're rather drunk, and I'm tired and I think we should all just go sleep it off before we say something we'll regret," said Mariko as diplomatically as possible. Storm saw the anger on her face as she walked past. Scott had wandered in, followed by Alex.

"Is everything ok?" Storm whispered.

"Nothing, it's just stuffy in here. Some people can't mind their own business�" Mariko whispered.

"Let me handle this. Logan's looking for you�" Storm whispered.

"Michelle� good to see you�" said Scott as he walked over. "You're okay?"

"Yes� excuse me Scott but it's late and I'm kind of tired� and Jean's really getting on my nerves. Could you please remind her that I'm an adult and I don't need a babysitter� even if she IS my team leader she needs to mind her own business and stay OUT of my personal life?"

"Is Jean�" Scott got out. "What just happened?"

"Jean giving me the third degree, that's all," said Mariko angrily. "I really resent people not letting me have my privacy�"

"I'll handle this," Scott said.

"Take a number," Storm said. "Go on, he's waiting for you�"

"It will be okay, I'll take care of this," said Scott as he walked over and saw Jean folding her arms across her chest. Storm and Scott took Jean as she started walking out after Mariko.

"Now wait a minute, I'm your friend you can't just�" Jean trailed off.

"Jean, are you DRUNK?" Scott asked.

"Hi Slim� we were just�" Jean burped.

"Um, I was just� um�" Lorna trailed off. "Hi Alex�"

"C'mon let's take a walk in the garden, sweetie," Alex said as he took Lorna's hand and led her out. Scott and Storm walked Jean back into the library, and closed the door.

Out in the garden the noise was banished. Replaced with birds chirping and the rustle of leaves, her auditory senses were refreshed. It was spring, and she smelled the heady fullness of the newly cut grass. Mariko tried to suppress the mighty sneeze building up, but couldn't hold it back. The violence of its sound exploded, startling even her.

"Great," she muttered, blowing her nose. "At least I've got an excuse why my eyes are red�"

She never wanted anyone to see her cry. Call it an unspoken promise to herself, being a nerdish half and half who turned out to have a talent for changing any organic matter into any sort of plastic or carbon compound. People turned to her because she was smart to help them with their homework and make a passing grade. Of most of her childhood friends she called Hank the best of them. And he was orders of magnitude more valuable than twenty of her so called acquaintances.

"Mind if I smoke darlin?" asked a gruff voice.

"It's a free country," Polymer muttered. She couldn't stop the sensual prickles erecting goosebumps on her bare skin.

"Suppose," he said. She smelled the sulfur and heard the rasp of a match, and then the acrid smell of smoke curling behind her. For a few minutes she stared off at the sun dancing through the undulated canopy of the overhead trees, casting its patters across the lawn before the Mansion.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather be alone� Logan-chan,"

"You are, if ya keep yer back turned," Wolverine answered gruffly. "Gonna have to realize not everyone's gonna LEAVE ya alone just cause ya wish it� and especially not me, considering what we're meaning to each other�"

"Everyone's always wanting to stick to me like glue, it drives me mad," she mumbled. "No offense, my love but I just need� to get away from these people driving me mad�"

"Anyone I know?" Wolverine asked. "Oh that's right, you don't wanna talk� keep pretending I'm not here, okay?"

"Jean for starters�" she mumbled.

"Uh huh," Wolverine grunted. "Did she look at ya funny?"

"Actually yes," she laughed bitterly.

"Did ya ever try just being yerself and saying screw it if they can't accept it?" Wolverine asked simply. "It ain't Jean's business at all. She'd better keep her damn mouth shut�"

"Easy for you with your claws, beloved," she chuckled. "Nobody pushes you around�"

"Cause I don't let em," Wolverine answered. "Jean doesn't either. You could learn a lot from her� in fact you guys are gal pals� right?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Although she's the only one who'd even take a chance on people who are vastly different�"

"Do me a favor, M'iko. Don't end up like Slim?" Wolverine said.

"Excuse me?" she asked, turning her head slightly to face him.

"Walkin around like he's got a stick up his a� you know. Yer so uptight, worrying about what other people think of ya. When ya should be more worried about just relaxing and living," Wolverine said. "Beatiful lady like you, especially when she's MY lady�shouldn't be here feeling sorry for herself but be doing what you like to do and taking a bite outta life, not just sitting back and wishing it was happening to her."

"I suppose you're right," she muttered, hating to admit it. "I AM a bit stuck up. And tense�"

"So, do something about it, and let ME help ya out, cause that's what I'm here for, love," Wolverine said. She turned around and saw him leaning against the tree trunk, his blue eyes staring straight into hers with the intensity of flame. His five o'clock shadow seemed to continue in the thick coarse hair that blanketed his arms and chest visible under his Harley Davidson vest.

"Like what, beloved?" she asked. "Since you seem to have all the answers?"

"Relax for starters," Wolverine said as he stubbed out his cigarette and walked over to her. "Yer gonna end up burning yerself out all flamin' stressed."

"Pull the coal from inside my backside before it turns into a diamond you mean?" she lifted an eyebrow.

"Pretty much. Though it's a nice one from where I'm standing. And don't think ya have to act and speak crude just cause I do�"

"Thanks, I think," she chuckled. "And don't think you have to change yourself for me. Just because you discovered who I really am doesn't change anything between us�"

"Sounds perfect to me, darlin. So, want a brew, I brought one for both of us when my nose told ya where you ran off to�" he asked, and she saw he was holding a bottle of beer at his side. Another bottle sat on the wall by the ashtray he'd brought out, and she blinked.

"Why not," she chuckled. "It's Friday afternoon� no more drills�"

"You do drink beer, remember. Even though nobody'd know it�" he chuckled..

"Molson, although lately I've come to also enjoy Labatts, and Heiniken's� not to mention Becks," she smirked as he tossed her the beer. She caught it easily and twisted the cap off.

"The misfit's fave," Wolverine nodded, picking up his bottle and clanking it to hers. "Cheers. To best friends� and lovers�"

"Mm thank you," she sighed as the cold bitter liquid slid down her throat. A gentle buzz resulted after another sip. She moved over and leaned next to him against the tree. He turned and trapped her between himself and the tree, and he leaned down to give her a kiss. She lifted her arms, bottle and all and looped them around his neck. Lips merged, tasting of tobacco and beer, while he tasted her own sweet flavor.

"Guess ya changed yer mind about wantin' to be alone, huh?"

"So sue me," she chuckled. "Any handsome men who brings me a beer is welcome anytime�"

"So you like yer men t' bring ya stuff�"

"What 'men' would THAT be?" she lifted an eyebrow. "One of my many nameless boyfriends I keep in the closet?"

"Don't tell me you don't have some guy who yer carrying a torch for�" he teased. "Cause if ya do, he's gonna have to reckon with six little friends of mine�"

"Why don't you use your enhanced sense of smell and find out for yourself?" she challenged. "I mean with a nose as sensitive as yours you know about as much about me as Jean could with her mind powers."

"I might just take ya up on that," he chuckled, lifting the arm that wasn't around her waist and knocking back another few mouthfuls of beer. She sighed and glanced up through the trees, closing her eyes for a moment. Logan's body warmth transferred to hers, and his weight shifted against her body, and in the taut sinews in his arms. She let his hands continue to rub up against hers as they leaned against the tree and finished their beers.

"Tell me something?" he asked, leaning down to give her another soft kiss.

"What?" Mariko whispered, shivering at him pressing so closely to her.

"How come you don't have a brew more often? You� do with me, but not with the other people�"

"Act more like a human being and less like a walking computer?" she completed.

"That's not what I was gonna say�" he shot back, holding her at arm's length.

"Sorry, jumped the gun� I do that a lot�"

"No worries. Anyway, I was gonna ask ya, why don't ya ever relax unless ya have a few drinks. Not that it's a BAD thing�" he asked. Again he took her hand, this time his fingers rubbed the back of her knuckles. Mariko inhaled sharply when he massaged it in a manner that suggested his appetites were far more towards the sensual than mere comfort.

"Good question," she mumbled.

"There you go getting all wrapped up an tense again," Wolverine observed.

"I'm NOT tense�" she protested, yanking her hand away.

"Uh huh, yeah right," Wolverine shook his head. "You're so tense yer gonna pop a muscle in that pretty neck of yours� didn't ANYBODY ever give ya a backrub or something? One of your�"

"Many ex-boyfriends?" she teased him. "Well not really� it's been ages� why you know someone?"

"Turn around," Wolverine said.

"Huh?"

"Turn around, M'iko," Logan said.

"You mean you're volunteering?" she lifted an amused eyebrow.

"No, the guy behind you� of course I am. Better hurry up an say yes cause I ain't gonna ask again� and this is ONE of the perks of being around me�"

"It'd be really nice� although it might be easier� if I was sitting down�"

"Just what I was thinking�" he said, motioning to the bench. She walked over and sat down, straddling it. Warmth surrounded her from behind as Wolverine straddled the bench behind her, and she felt his strong fingers touch her back. They trailed over her shoulders, and then slowly dug in. Eyes squeezed shut and she hissed.

"Uh oh. Lots worse than I thought," he muttered. "Damn girl what the hell have ya been doing?"

"Don't stop, I can take it rough," she said, and then blushed because she knew Jean said he had a dirty mind.

"Is that a fact?" he chuckled.

"Yeah, laughing boy," she muttered and then hissed again as he pushed in with his thumbs.

"Here?" he asked.

"Yes� right there� god� it hurts� but whatever you're doing� is better than� ouch!"

"Relax an stop fighting so damn hard," he scolded. "If ya want my help� to help you� relax� you're gonna have to cooperate."

He lifted her hair from her neck, and she shivered. Closing her eyes she lowered her shoulders and murmured relief at his touch working along the fibers that seemed knotted and tense. The motion of his fingers rocked her body slightly, and she leaned into him, instinctively arching her back and rolling her shoulders.

"It'd work better if ya lifted yer shirt," he mumbled.

"I knew that was coming," she chuckled, and tugged it up around her neck.

"Now that's interesting�" he muttered, and she shivered at the touch of his hands against her bare skin. "Wasn't expecting that� This is what you get for spending your whole life in front of a computer, damn, since you got here,"

"Logan� mmmmm� I've got� a question� for you," she murmured, between clenched moans of relief.

"Shoot, darlin," he muttered, pressing both thumbs into the exact knots clustered at the apex of her shoulders. Down her spine he ran his hands, and then she flinched and let escape a small gasp as he reached the small of her back, and top of her derriere. Then he hit her back with the sides of two hands that vibrated her voice a moment. Then with soft silky touches he lightened to a feather caress before continuing again.

"How can I get Gambit to leave me alone? I mean I TRY to keep Gambit from attacking me and I can't get him to leave me alone� ahhh�. Because Rogue gives me the evil eye�"

"More ya resist, the more he keeps going," Wolverine said. "And if he keeps making an ass of himself, let me know and I'll take care of it�"

"Having someone defending my honor is very� interesting� especially when he's intimidating� ouch�. That�. Mmmm�."

"You don't seem to be� minding�" he said softly. "You and Jubes are the only people here who don't act like I'm gonna slit their throat if they look at me wrong� but yer STILL uptight right now� why?"

"For some reason right now, I am� but it's not in a bad way�

"How do ya feel?" he asked, his hot breath hitting the back of her neck.

"Not so much nervous � just more� um� aroused?"

"You come to the point, huh?" he teased lightly.

"I thought you liked people� especially the one you're in a relationship with� being up front and honest," she murmured.

"I do actually," he answered. "That's why you should just be yourself and screw what other people think. And so WHAT if Jean or Scott or ANYONE looks at you weird?"

"No� but still�" Mariko murmured.

"Just remember you stood up to one of my worst enemies and walked away living. You could do as much damage to her� suffocate her by sealing off her mouth and nose like ya almost did in training� and also too, they got me to adjust their attitudes if they don't LIKE it," Wolverine whispered, and his lips were right neck to her ear. His hands slid up and down her upper arms, working on the tense muscles there.

"That's the problem� ahhh�. I am a fighter, but what do I do against a telekinetic� or an elemental or a heavy hitter such as storm� What good would weapons forged of my power, even though they are formidable, do in a fight against someone like� hmmmmm�. Rogue� or Jean� or Cyclops, or Magneto?"

"You shouldn't be scared of any dirtball when I'm around," Wolverine growled softly. "Besides if he got close enough� "

"I could� I would kill someone if they were going to kill me first� maybe that's why some of the X-Men think I'm�"

"When did this come up?" he asked. He nosed into her neck, depositing soft kisses just behind one ear as he slid his arms around to embrace her from behind.

"When I was in one on one. Today with Jean. She was asking us how we'd handle a situation� where you had a choice to kill to survive, or kill because you knew someone had done something wrong and you wanted revenge� I said sometimes that it was justified. That some of the bastards DESERVE to be killed� and I got all these dirty looks�"

"Who from?"

"Bobby, Scott, some others. Storm shook her head and chuckled, and Rogue laughed. She jokingly asked how someone like me could think of killing someone� considering I had no idea what surviving was like�"

"And you do, don't you? So friggin what? That's your business�"

"Yes," she nodded. "I mean Storm almost DID kill someone didn't she�"

"Yeah. But turned out that it was better she didn't�" Wolverine murmured. Mariko yelped as his hands again slid around her front and skimmed teasingly over her breasts. She stiffened, and then relaxed.

"You can touch me there� it's all right," she whispered, relaxing. Logan replaced his hands, tracing his fingers down the curve of both breasts lightly, exploring them for the first time.

"But you're supposed to be� relaxing� so let's stop talking about this crap and talk about something else that'll help�" he whispered, and then slid his hands over top and squeezed lightly. She tensed in something either than fear, sensual lust, and he smirked in satisfaction.

"Feels so nice, don't stop," she murmured.

"Don't seem like yer relaxing� heart's beating fast� gonna have to take it to the next level," he murmured and she felt his nose brush against her ear. She let out a sigh, and arched her back, closing her eyes and hoping that he wouldn't stop. His legs pressed up against hers, the fronts of his thighs to the backs of hers, and she felt hardness and a softness that she guessed was his chest flush against her spine.

"Can I ask what that is?" she chuckled, leaning back and hoping he'd realize she did want him to continue, and that he wouldn't just tease her before things got interesting.

"I can show ya better if ya turn around," he whispered. She chuckled and did so, with his hands sliding down to her hips. Her mind reeled quickly, trying to anticipate what would happen if she seemed too eager, and yet it wouldn't matter anyway because he could tell if she was bluffing.

Bracketing her knees with his, he tugged her forwards and captured her in his strong arms. That brought her hands against his chest, and she gasped, desire exploding all over her. She half closed her eyes, rubbing her hands over him and praying he wouldn't pull away. Each touch was driving her insane, and making her want this more and more, and praying that someone or something wasn't going to rudely interrupt it. Rubbing his chest harder, she felt his heart steady and strong, and then felt his hands sliding down and over the tops of her breasts once more. Only this time he skimmed his fingers over her chest. She leaned forwards, freezing and shivering, but continuing to rub to encourage him non-verbally that she liked it.

"This part of the massage too?" she asked.

"If it will help you relax," he whispered with a mischievous smile on his face. The eyes gleamed with a hunger that had nothing to do with food, and her mouth twitched with anticipation. Sliding her hands up from his chest she fingered his cheeks, sandpaper rough, and the jet-black coarse hair.

Rumbling in his throat he tightened his grip on her arms, and she sighed, letting a gasp escape. She closed her eyes, and leaned forwards to kiss his neck as his teeth seized her ear and nibbled down hers. For a minute she was embarrassed with the noise in her throat and bit her lip to stifle it. She buried her nose in his neck, and worked up the nerve to kiss, but he moved his lips over and she contacted his mouth instead.

Her whimper of delight was swallowed as he squeezed her breasts in an even more suggestive manner. His tongue slid past her parted lips and she tightened her grip on the side of his face, struggling to get her body closer. Her lips firmed on his, pressing hard and wanting to devour the hard kiss that was deepening. He pulled back, a sly smile on his rugged face.

"I wanted this for a long time, I hope that we can continue, because I'm ready," she panted. Her hands slid down the side of his neck with a teasing touch, and then down to his belly where it lay on his thigh. Mariko squeezed there just in the same manner as he had her chest. She then shivered, her finger tightening and then diverting to the sensitive inner thigh. Logan's soft moan aroused her even more.

"I was taking it slow, till you were ready for me. But today I'm not gonna start something I can't finish, cause I can smell that's what you're thinking� stop worrying an let me help you� relax� darling," he whispered, sliding his hands around to her back and pinching her ass firmly to pull her right against him. Her legs were in the way, and he pushed back and slid his legs under hers while lifting her hips with his hands. Mariko was now straddling him, feeling the evidence of what her proximity was doing to him.

"I want to� I�" she panted, tracing her finger where his sideburns started on his angular cheeks. His pupils had dilated to twice their usual size, giving his eyes a feral appearance. Those low rumbling from his throat vibrated throughout them both, and set off urgent tingling in the nether regions of her body. A need to be filled and penetrated by something arose, and she felt it only partially sated by sitting on top of his pelvis.

"Let me get something straight, just say whatever's on yer mind," he growled deeply, seizing a fold of skin and biting down. Mariko cried out, and knew what this meant. She squeezed his thigh higher up, with her fingernails, which dug into his jeans

"I want to be with you� REALLY be with you," Mariko whispered throatily. "I want you to know me better, inside as well as outside�"

"Sounds perfect to me," Logan rumbled. She leaned into his neck and pinched a fold of his skin, biting down. Her nails dug into his back with the hunger surging through her.

"An keep doin that�" he purred, the rumbling through his chest almost a low roar.

"Then you really do want to� I had hoped so much that you did want me� to be intimate with you�" she murmured, biting into the skin between neck and shoulder. Logan hissed in delight at her tongue teasing the captured fold of skin and the sucking on his skin that would leave a mark only if his healing factor didn't obliterate it.

"Ever since ya saw me that first time in the cell even? Wanted to screw the beast?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with his last doubts.

Mariko swallowed hard, and grabbed his face between her hands. Her lips flushed deeply, parting to show her teeth as she whispered, "You said it not me, and no, not because you were some animal clad in human form, but because I wanted you the man, the mutant just like me every part of him�"

"Darlin�" he said in a husky voice. "That means more to me than�"

"I wanted you then, and I want you even MORE now, Logan-chan," she murmured before his hard kiss cut her off. He grabbed her shirt and she felt the cotton tearing in his grip as she struggled to get out of it.

"You attached to this shirt darlin? Cause this works better on bare skin," he growled in her ear.

She could only manage a nod, her dark eyes dilated like his blue ones were. She guessed or surmised she must be putting out a load of pheromones because his nostrils were flaring and his features were wrinkled with animalistic hunger. "I don't want to let go of you� this shirt won't come off�" she groaned.

"Screw it," he laughed, and she heard the metallic rasp of one claw popping. Grabbing his wrist she guided it and he grinned as he slit her shirt in several places and peeled it off. Hello Kitty suddenly went goodbye in a few strips of shredded cloth.

"You like what you see?" she asked, momentarily shy as he glanced down.

"I like, you know I always have," he nodded, and she leaned her neck back and pulled him to her. The snapping of elastic away from the cold steel sliding under the edge of it told her she would have to scratch one Victoria secret bra. Sandpaper against sensitive skin almost made her squeal, and he grabbed her to straddle him even more closely. She rocked instinctively on his lap, and heard the resulting growl vanishing into a moan.

"Mmm Logan-chan, don�t' stop," she gritted through clenched teeth, pulling his head close.

"I don't intend to, till ya relax," he growled, sharpness clenching and nipping sensitive tissue, making her squirm and feel what she was doing to him. For a time he suckled one breast and did the same to the other with his free hand. Then, he pulled away.

"What? Please don't stop I can't stand it if you�" she trailed off.

"It's not you," he murmured, pulling her so her chest was pressed tightly to his. "I smell some douchebag who can't mind his own flamin' business."

"Who, Gambit?"

"Good guess and the first one didn't count," he murmured. Logan let her go and struggled to unbutton his vest. Mariko instinctively covered her breasts with her crossed arms.

"Please, Logan-chan, I don't want to stop�" she trailed off. "I've waited so long for this that I don't want to wait any longer�"

"I don't either, darlin, but I'll be damned if someone's gonna see you before I get a chance," he murmured through clenched teeth as he pushed his vest in her hands. "Put this on�"

That possessive gleam in his eyes told her she shouldn't disobey so she nodded, breathless as Logan tugged her arms through it roughly and fastened the buttons, his breath rasping in and out. Pushing her off his lap, he got up, and she stumbled against him as he gripped her hip and pulled her along with him. Frustrated, he pulled her behind a hedge as she heard the crash of footsteps, and felt his hand pressed over her mouth.

"Cher, you here?" Gambit asked. "Jean said you were out here� ya need to talk? Remy will listen�"

"Not now," she silently mouthed, her skin flaming in embarrassment at almost getting caught. Wolverine's brawny hand clenched insistently to muffle her frustrations against it. Her body screamed for attention and this was only prolonging the agony. An almost inaudible growl rumbled his body behind her, and she half wondered if he wanted to take her in the woods.

Embarrassed she tensed, and felt Wolverine's grip tightening on her. "Don't say a word. Just leave this to me," Wolverine whispered in hear ear as the footsteps vanished. He grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder, and she felt herself being carried through the shade of the trees towards the mansion.

Logan slid his hand away from her hip, gripping her hand in his as he led to the main living quarters. She heard giggling and the loud sound of doors slamming. Professor X was away for the evening with Amelia Vogt, the redheaded consultant who had been helping him run the school since Dr. MacTaggert had suddenly disappeared from the scene.

Past them ran Colossus, who was carrying Kitty over one shoulder. Both of them were laughing, as Peter lowered her and then pressed her against the wall. Wolverine glanced at them slowly making out, and threw a mischievous grin to Mariko. She shook her head and grinned, hoping he'd get the clue to leave them alone as they crept past.

In the lounge, sofas were occupied by other students. In front of the stereo she saw a white head of hair bent towards a blue head of hair. She recognized Hank's tufts of hair as his face slid into view, and his brawny blue furred arm closed around Storm's shoulders. There was no jealousy as Mariko realized what was going on, and she was glad because she did not want to have her fun ruined by any sour looks from the weather witch.

On another sofa, she saw Alex leaning to kiss the lips of a green haired girl she recognized as Jean's cousin Lorna. They were touching each other with the tentative clumsiness of two teenagers that seemed so far removed from what she had just experienced. There had been no one quite as consummate as the man who led her by the hand past the young lovers had.

"That's because he's a man, not a guy," she told herself. "And I'm a woman, not a girl."

"Wonder what's gonna happen when Chuck gets home?" Logan whispered as he led her to the kitchen area. Bright light beamed through the French doors, and she heard the clink of glasses and soft laughter. Logan frowned momentarily, and stopped.

"Want to wait here?" he whispered.

"Who's in there�"

"Red n' Slim," he rolled his eyes. "And they ain't making pasta�"

"Oh� you worried about what they're gonna think?" asked Mariko. "We ARE adults� and I'm older than both of them�"

"Slim's got a stick up his butt, that's why and I'm in too good a mood t' have him ruin it," Logan mumbled.

"So what? What about that stuff you told me about living? And to blazes what they think?" asked Mariko.

"You're learning fast. Come to think of it, why am I worried," he shook his head with a laugh as he took her hand and walked her in with him. Jean and Scott's faces were fused to one another as Scott had her on the counter, his hips between her legs. Neither saw the coupel there, hand in hand. Both were creeping silently behind the island in the middle towards the fridge.

Conspiratorially they looked at one another. Damn she moved silently, he realized. A lot more so than most other girls, with a minimum of noise. Whoever trained her must have been a master, for she'd mentioned something about karate and other specialized training. He'd seen the katas of a less mainstream school of karate, mingled with other shortcuts someone wouldn't learn at Tiger Schulman's. Even though her skin was a few shades lighter than a typical Japanese girl's, her hair was still that dark bluish black and her eyes were bottomless pools of black that were far opposite from Jean's.

They nestled on his bed together, the flickering lights from the television screen playing across them like a fireplace. He pulled the blanket more securely around her body, and she rested against him. On the bedspread lay a tray with various food items, and the dishes and bowls she had grabbed from her room.

"Try it," she said, holding a piece of the wrapped seaweed around rice.

"I ain't a vegetarian darlin�" he joked.

"C'mon, I KNOW you know what this is�" she whispered as she nibbled at the leftovers that were fast disappearing between them.

"If you give me some of that," he answered, and moved up close to her. He wasn't a big otaku, and it seemed like a stereotype, but he DID prefer the uncut versions of Dragon Ball Z, not to mention some of the other DVDs she had stacked up.

"I know you don't mind THIS too much," she answered as he knocked back the rest of his beer, and glanced at the empties.

"Damn, when I want to get hammered�" he muttered.

"I've got something far better," she said. "I got it from the fridge�"

"Ohh darlin ya shouldn't have," he murmured as she pulled out a bottle of sake, and hunted around the stuff in his room.

"You never used THIS the right way� and you claim that you lived there�" she joked as she wiped the dust out of the two small cups and poured the fermented rice wine into them. "Besides that tastes better with this� it was a present from dad on my 21st�"

She had unbuttoned the Harley vest and wore the Toronto Maple leaves shirt that someone had gotten him as a gag gift. Granted he didn't give a rats tail about hockey unless it got good and violent, and he thought the rangers were a better team, even if Mac didn't think so. The tang of the sake burned down his throat and he relished it after god knows how long. Scrambled memories could haunt him, but he felt at ease with the shy yet brutally honest woman curled next to him on his bed as they watched old Japanese romance movies.

"You watch these with Red?" he asked.

"She couldn't stand the cultural references that she couldn�t get," muttered Mariko as she hugged her knees and glanced at the screen. "And I couldn't stand those trashy harlequins. Too ridiculously sappy�"

Mariko took another swig of the sake, and pushed the rest of her sushi to the side. He finished it off as she attacked the rest of the fried chicken and mozzarella sticks. Anything in the fridge was fair game, and they had eaten far more together than she could have imagined.

"Actually they're not so horrible. At least Jeannie liked 'em," he mumbled.

"Let's not talk about her, let's talk about what you were going to do before we were interrupted, more about you helping me relax�" she murmured.

"Oh yeah� that WAS an interesting subject�" he murmured, and fumbled at the buttons on his vest, which she helped him undo. Breath rasping he squeezed her breasts, working them with his fingers as the barely audible growl increased. "Gonna help ya relax� if ya trust me�"

"I wouldn't have let you bring me here if I didn't� Logan-chan�"

He covered her lips in a rough yet tender kiss, his breath merging with hers. "Mmm, sweet. Just as sweet as you did that first taste�" he said as he released her lips.

"I want� I need you NOW, Logan," she gasped, reaching for his thigh and pinching it tightly.

"Yeah so you are� you're aching for it�" he cooed as he cradled her head in his hands. "And I so wanna be the man to help you out�"

Mariko slid her hand higher. Logan moved and she touched his own desperate need. "Then help me out� let me get to know you in all ways� you know I'm ready�"

"No doubt about that. But I'm gonna ask ya a favor, just this once�"

"Name it," she panted, rubbing him and feeling his response.

"Just this time you gotta submit to me, yield all yer control. Not cause I'm gonna hurt ya, but cause I can't stop myself� and I need to know ya trust me enough to help ya relax�"

"I don't want you to stop� I'm yours, Logan-chan," she trailed off, and pulled him down for another greedy kiss as he pinned her wrists with his hands and straddled her hips.

"Hope you're not attached to these pants� cause they're in my way�" he growled, light flashing off the adamantium skewers erupting from his wrists. She nodded, knowing those blue eyes could see in the dimmest light. Cloth hissed as he sliced through it and she lay back, yielding to him and letting him know she trusted him. To back away in fear from a predator was unwise, and she knew Logan wanted her. And he in turn could smell how badly she was.

"You need to relax BAD� and I'm just the one t' do it to ya� ever since I smelled ya in the cell I wanted to do this�" he rumbled, sliding down between her thighs and making her gasp as she felt him touch her. She tossed her head back and forth. Mariko bit her lip as she fastened her hands onto his scalp and nodded. Something blinding white exploded behind her eyes, and she lost all control of her body. A laugh and a low rumbling roar of possessiveness from him when she finally recovered told him he was satisfied.

"I want to give you the same pleasure�"

"Uh uh darlin, I'm in charge�" he scolded her. "You'll get your chance later�"

"Yes, just don't stop, I beg you� mmmm Logan�."

"I like the sound of that darlin," he laughed, and she lay back, yielding. "Perfect. You're doing just what you should�"

"I want to� because I've wanted this for so long�" she murmured.

"Don't think about it. Just give it up� cause yer not in control," he growled loudly. Her throat tightened and her desire raged as he filled something she didn't know was such a deep need.

Her body spasmed one moment, crushed under the muscle and bone laced with adamantium she felt conquered and safe simultaneously. Hands that would rip and kill were caressing her to reach the moon and back at the speed of light. Her senses couldn't make logical conclusions they were so overloaded. A million sights and sounds and smells gelled into his taste and his scent. Only one part of her mind remembered that there was no barrier between them because she hadn't anticipated getting anywhere this far with anyone.

The heaving as inevitable as the moon tugging on the sea continued. She plummeted from the silvery moon, increasing velocity as she burned up in the atmosphere and crashed back into what she would call a body. The other half of her that wasn't her intellect but was pure instinct moved along with Logan, matching his desires and biting hard into his shoulder.

They were one, when she felt the volcanic release stun her. Helpless she lay when her body and mind integrated and she realized she was breathing labored breaths under him. Through his chest she felt the rumbling and realized part of it was coming from her own throat. She was completely and utterly relaxed. Every muscle glowed with weariness and satisfaction that migrated from her body into his and back again in a feedback loop that made her want to be near him for a very long time.

"There we go, just right, just perfect�" he panted in her ear. A huge sigh of contentment vibrated through him as he bound her with arms sliding under her body.

"Logan-chan, that was incredible�" she murmured, rubbing his sideburned face.

"Feeling better?" he asked, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. He swept her hair out of her face.

"Do you HAVE to ask?" Mariko purred softly, laying against him and hearing the lub dub of the strong heart that slowed to the same pace as hers.

"You're welcome, darlin," he laughed, and she felt the hard kiss that completed the whole process like dessert from a filling meal. Returning his sigh, she felt him shift his weight off her and lay her alongside him. Still he twined her in his arms and the weariness slid around both.

"I absolutely enjoyed every minute of that� I wish I'd asked you sooner�" she murmured.

"I wanted to wait till you were ready, M'iko," he whispered. "Cause you're worth the wait� wanted to do it RIGHT this time�"

"And you did absolutely," she said as she kissed him.

"I wanna f--- you like an animal!!! I wanna feel ya from the IN side�"

"Boku wa dare?" she mumbled, and clamped a hand over her ear. Damn song, blasting so loud at this time of night! She shifted and realized something was preventing her from moving. Or rather someone. A leg pinned hers to the surface of a bed, and a brawny arm pressed her breasts into her chest. On her back she lay in a position she would never take unless she felt absolutely safe. If not for the muscular arm she would have rolled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

"You bring me closer to GOD!" some singer screamed along with a discordant guitar and synthesizer line, as she tossed her head at the loud throbbing base beat coming from next door

"Shimata," she cursed, and then realized she was doing it again.

The noise continued, and she heard a voice next to her banging on the wall and yelling, "Shut that friggin noise off before I shut it off before ya, icicle butt!"

"F@#! you Wolfman Jack," came a laugh from just outside the door.

"No I came already," the voice next to her shouted back.

Thankfully the noise stopped and she heard a laugh and a thump of footsteps running down the hall. They were heavy and she heard a Russian voice shout, "Chert! I didn't see you there, Havoc!"

"Why don't you and Pryde find some other place to play cat and mouse�" came a slurred voice that she recognized as her teammate.

"And leave you and Lorna t' play, nepradva li?" came Colossus' laugh and another giggle which sounded like Kitty Pryde.

"Get the hell outta my hall, Alexander the putz!" Bobby snapped. "Lorna's in here, not out there�"

"Bobby, shhh!" came Lorna Dane's laugh, muffled.

"I'm going to kill someone," she mumbled.

"Leave that t' me darlin'," someone growled in her ear and she blinked fully awake. Her senses returned the next moment when she realized that it wasn't her bed, and that she was crushed next to a very muscular and toned male.

"Normally I'd say I like that song� but not that loud," she whispered.

"You ain't kidding," he muttered. "Wait here an' I'll deal with 'em�"

"Don't bother Logan-chan� I'm nice and warm here," she murmured.

"Good, cause I sure as hell don't wanna move� though I'm gonna kill Drake when I get my hands on him� I friggin' HATE him blasting that goddamn stereo. Jesus Christ it's frigging ten at night!"

"Ten at night? You're joking," Mariko gasped, jerking to sit, but Wolverine's arm pinned her down.

"Got somewhere ya gotta be?"

"We slept RIGHT through dinner," she mumbled, and her stomach growled with fierce hunger. "Not that I mind�"

"I wouldn't either, darlin, but ya got a point�" he murmured, stirring as he pinched a breast affectionately. His arm retracted and he sat up, his shape dark against the silver moonlight beaming through vertical blinds. On her side she lay, facing away from him, and she turned over, unable to eliminate the smile that was present on her lips.

She reached over and kissed him. Logan's arm swept her in and he devoured her kiss eagerly. Mariko thrust her tongue into his mouth more aggressively than before, and Logan wrapped himself around her, groaning with animalistic delight. "I cannot get enough of you�" she whispered.

"Same here� don't stop now�" he growled as she reached for him, and hungrily kissed her back. She bit down on his tongue.

"I don't want to leave," she murmured. "But some things� can't wait�"

"I know. Be right back darlin, don't bail on me," he whispered as he kissed her neck and she felt the bed shift as he leapt over her and out of it. She stifled a laugh as she heard him moving into what must be the private bathroom. The upperclassmen got their own facilities, and she knew what he must be doing as she lay there, hugging herself and chuckling. Damn did she feel good. She half wondered what Gambit would think if he saw THIS.

Just outside the door, she heard the Cajun accent, "Mon ami, have you� hic� seen the Cherie�"

"If you mean Jubester� she's in the girl's dorm� isn't she kinda jailbait?"

"No, not the petit� Remy lookin' for the lady�"

"Tell ya what� get Lorna outta Bobby's room, an I'll find Rogue for ya�"

"Not Marie� no� I mean� la belle Cherie� you know� Madame Butterfly�"

"Oh, ya mean Hank's sidekick? I haven't seen her all day�" said Havoc. "Maybe she's spending a late night in the lab with blue boy�"

"You wish," chuckled Mariko to herself. She felt a soft lick on her neck as he returned and slid under the covers next to her.

"Hey Bobby!" shouted Gambit and she heard the pounding of a fist on wood. "Remy wanna talk to ya� heard ya need something for da party?"

"Huh� oh hiya� it's a little early for Mardi Gras�"

"Remy got a bottle of fine French wine for you�" came Gambit's laugh. She heard a yelp and a squeal that sounded like Lorna Dane, and then Bobby's shout.

"You son of a bitch� bring her back�"

"Find your own date," came Havoc's laugh.

"You� dammit�"

"Easy mon ami� Gambit got a girl for you� maybe the petit want ya instead? She askin' about you�"

"You mean the valley girl? She's only 14!"

"She a very worldly 14� if da truth be told," Gambit chuckled.

"Ohhh yeah� where is she?"

"You help Remy find da girl, and we make the beautiful music together with the wine and women�" Remy slurred. Bobby laughed and they heard the thump of their feet down the hall.

"Now I've heard it all," Logan whispered as she hid her face in the pillow and laughed hysterically.

"Maybe they don't NEED a date when they got each other!" she squealed.

"Yeah, maybe, darlin," he laughed, his chest rising and falling against her back.

"Still, Jubilee is only 14� and I hate the thought of anyone having sex with her so young�" muttered Mariko.

"Yeah. Want me to go carve an icicle for ya?"

"Yes� after I gift wrap him and Mister Mardi Gras with ten miles of plastic�" she agreed.

"It's a date. And then we can get some food an' relax some more," Logan growled into her neck as he kissed her again. Mariko moaned against his lips and their tongues slid together as they shared another intimate kiss. Every part of her was inundated with his scent and feel she guessed. There was no doubt in her mind that she'd been with him.

The bitemarks she had left on the sensitive skin of his neck mirrored the ones he had left on hers. Both would fade soon, but the sensations would remain. Rusty taste of blood on her tongue was strong and full of his essence, and she knew he had tasted her life force as well. Odd that in such a way a bond had been sealed, a pact made as old as time. Yet she knew that on another level, there may well be a more 'civilized' exchange of tokens. Now this was enough, between them to reassure her that he wanted her and now posessed her.

"Logan, my beloved, my protector�" she murmured in her mind.

"M'iko, my lady love, this is only the beginning," he thought at the same time. Forget Red, he thought. This woman with him now was worth far more than he had realized till now. And he would do anything in his power to keep her right by his side.
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