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Postcards From The Edge	By : Karen Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 6669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Logan was
enjoying his nightly ritual with Marie, she was like a drug that he was
hopelessly addicted to, and like any junkie he needed his daily �fix�. He found himself anxiously watching the
clock each evening to call her at the appointed time. As usual he asked her
what she was wearing � after she�d told him about wearing his shirt and why,
the game now included her describing articles of clothing and then proceeding
to strip them off. Tonight�s answer was not what he was expecting, though.

�Scott�s scent,�
Marie whispered guiltily.

The large vein
in Logan�s neck began to throb as his blood pressure climbed toward the
ceiling.

�I hope you�re
joking, Marie,� Logan managed to force out between clenched teeth.

�Oh, God Logan �
I�m so sorry. Our phone calls were making me so horny and tonight I was alone
with Scott in the gym � he took his shirt off and I just lost all control and
jumped him. He was a little startled at first, but then he ripped a hole in my
leotard, rolled on a condom and we were going at it like rabbits in heat,�
Marie paused, �and now he wants to marry me.�

Logan began to
laugh - hard.

�Oh, you�re just
begging for a spanking, aren�t you? Damnit Marie, you really had me going there
for a minute.�

�Well, you
better get your fine ass home soon, sugar, or Scott may find himself raped.�

�You stay away
from Scooter.�

�I know, or
you�ll spank me,� Marie sighed in mock exasperation.

�So what are you
really wearing?� Logan asked in an effort to get the conversation back on
track.

�A dark green
bra and matching panties. Do you want me to take them off?�

�Allow me,�
Logan replied seductively.

�Okay, but no
cutting anything � I happen to like this set,� Marie warned jokingly.

�Fine, spoil my
fun. Okay, I start with the bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders and
kissing you just where your breasts begin to swell as I reach behind you and
unhook the clasp. I pull it off, toss it over my shoulder and move to relieve
you of those panties. I ease them down � slowly, which takes a lot of willpower
�cause I can smell hoouseoused you are. They�re finally all the way down those
long legs and now stuffed into the back pocket of my jeans.� Logan paused and
then added, �Souvenir.�

Logan couldn�t
see Marie smile to herself or know about the idea that flickered through her
brain.

Logan continued,
�Then I play Magellan and go exploring all over you � with my tongue.�

�You know,
Logan, not that I wanna seem like I�m complaining or anything, because it
certainly makes me tingly to think of your mouth all over me, but it�s been a
while since you�ve described kissing me on my lips,� Marie .
�Really? Are you
sure?�

�Yeah, pretty
sure. Lemme think,� she paused momentarily and then began a checklist, �Let�s
see � there and there and oh, yeah � plenty of times *there*, and you do seem
to have a fondness for my nipples.�

�That�s your
fault. I can�t stop obsessing about them ever since you sent me that photo. It
gives me a hard-on just thinking about them.�

�Well, I�m glad
they give you a �happy�, but right now I�d like you to concentrate on a part of
me that�s a little higher.�

�So you wanna be
kissed, huh?�

�Yes please,�
Marie replied politely.

�Hmmm, okay �
I�ll give it a shot,� Logan began, �I start by pressing my lips against your
forehead � kinda like I did that night on the Statue. Your eyes are closed, so
I kiss each eyelid, then the of of one cheek and across the bridge of your
nose to the other cheek before heading down to your succulent mouth. I kiss
first one corner and then brush my lips over yours, barely touching them and
kiss the other corner. I caress your lips with mine � very gently, just the
lightest of touches and then I nibble just a little on your full bottom lip.
You taste so sweet and my tongue licks at you hungrily. When you part your lips
in a gasp I slide my tongue into your mouth and stroke it across yours. I press
my lips against yours a little harder now as I drink you in. You're like nectar and I wanna sip
on you forever. Our tongues
are licking at each other as our moans are muffled within each other�s mouths.
I cup the back of your head to draw you in even closer as you thread your
fingers through my hair. Everything is spinning, as our world narrows dow
th
this one moment � nothing else exists except you and me. We kiss until our lips
are numb and I curse the need to breathe that forces us to stop.�

�That�s not
gonna be the only thing tingling when I get home,� Logan promised.

Marie let out a
low laugh that was like music to Logan�s ears.

�I may have a
surprise for you soon,� she told him.

�Cheerleader
outfit?�an aan asked hopefully.

�Very funny.�

�Catholic school
girl uniform?�

�Logan!�

�I know. We find a really creative use for your
scarves.�

�You want me to
tie you up?�

�Actually, I was
thinking of you being the one lashed to the bedposts. I�d sneak in when you
were asleep and do it, then slip the sheet down and wake you up with an
Australian kiss.�

�What�s an
Australian kiss? �

�It�s just like
a French kiss � except it�s �down under�,� Logan replied with dirty laugh.

�You�re
determined to turn this into material for a letter to Penthouse, aren�t you?�

�You say that
like it�s a bad thing.�

�You�re
incorrigible.�

�Only when it
comes to you, darlin�.�

�And your fight
groupies.�

�There haven�t
been any fight groupies, Marie. I haven�t been with anyone since you and I��
Logan trailed off.

�Seriously?�
Marie asked � the shock evident in her voice.

�I want *you* �
only you,� Logan admitted.

There was
complete silence for a moment as he let that piece of news sink in.

�Marie?� Logan
said, finally breaking the quiet calm.

�I guess I
thought you were just playing with me. I never thought�� Marie replied softly.

�I wanna *play*
with you, but I was never *playing* with you.
I love you, Marie and when I get home I wanna make love to you.�

There, he�d
finally said it out loud and the relief washed over him like a tidal wave.>

�I love you,
too, Logan. Jean said it�s just a crush, but I know it�s more than that. I ache
for you. I want to be on my back with you over me�.and in me,� Marie confessed
� also relieved to finally say it aloud.

�Marie, do
yourself a favor and get plenty of rest, �cause when I get home you won�t be
getting much sleep,� Logan told her in an effort to lighten the mood after such
substantial confessions.

�Promise?�

�Yeah, I
promise,� Logan replied.

After they�d
said their goodnights Marie lay awake unable to sleep because of the weight of
their mutual declarations. Logan had told her he loved her and she�d
reciprocated what she�d felt in her heart for months, but never thought she�d
ever be brave enough to divulge to him. She realized that even if she never
wrestled control over her mutation that they�d find away around it, but she
wanted desperately to be embraced in his arms without barriers � to have the
sensation of his chest hair tickling her breasts and his hard cock deeply
imbedded in her as their mouths locked in a scorching kiss.

As Marie ran her
fingers lightly over her body she imagined it was Logan�s mouth ghosting over
her, his lips just a whisper against her skin. Then he�d use his tongue to
brush over her nipples, leaving them moist and hard and finally trailing down
to taste her where she ached for him.
She imagined returning the favor � alternatbetwbetween soft kisses
dropped delicately all over his furred chest and tender nibbles on his stomach
before taking his cock into the heat of her mouth.

Marie dipped her
fingers between her legs as she imagined him making love to her � tenderly at
first and then with an increased intensity as they hurtled towards simultaneous
release. She cried out his name as she
brought herself to orgasm. As she lay there still shaking from the potency of
her climax she made a promise to herself that the session scheduled with the
Professor the next day was going to be a triumphant success.

The next morning
Logan drove to Winnipeg and bought a couple of things that he shipped overnight
to Marie. He�d found a large stuffed wolverine in a toy store called �Elements
of Nature� and slipped a heart-shaped diamond necklace around its neck � along
with a note that read:
The diamond represents my heart
� which I�m officially giving to you and wolvie junior is to sleep with until
you can have the real thing.
&nb>
Love,
Logan.

Logan
wasn�t the only one in the gift-giving mood as a package from Marie arrived the
following day. The desk clerk handed it to Logan who immediately caught a scent
he thought had to be a mistake. He hurried back to his room and bypassing the
�pull tab�, ripped the envelope open with one claw. Amidst the wreckage of the
package was the source of the aroma that was making Logan delirious � a pair of
black lace pan � M � Marie�s panties. There was no need for a note � the
message was crystal clear. Logan knew
that Marie was taking one of her final exams today and wouldn�t be in her room,
so he dashed off a quick e-mail note to her.

From: ownerofthetag@hotmail.com
To: keeperofthetag@hotmail.com
Subject: The scent you sent.

I have your scent imprinted in my brain now and
when I get home I�m gonna mark you with mine.

Logan.

Ever since he�d
received Marie�s *care* package, Logan had been in a state of constant arousal
� he sed ted through the evening with an almost feral intensity. He attempted
to channel all that raw energy into the fights, but even laying out a dozen
opponents in the cage couldn�t quell his body�s overwhelming urge to mate. Two
bottles of rot gut liquor failed to do it either. He needed more than just a
raunchy phone call tonight � more than just the sound of her voice and his own
hand. The Wolverine needed to be satisfied on a far more primal level. He considered finding a willing woman who
looked enough like Marie that he could fante ite it was her as she lay beneath
him. Surveying the slim pickings in this evening�s fight audience and finding
nobody satisfyingly close enough, he left the bar and headed across the street
following the strain of music drifting out of the town�s other watering hole.
#3333FF'> She writhed beneath him as he drove into her again and
again � moaning *her* name, which Mystique conveniently ignored. If he could
get lost in the fantasy, so could she.

Several hours
and many mutual orgasms later they lay snuggling � a first for Mystique and she
guessed a first for Logan as well. He
murmured *her* name once more before drifting off to sleep and one lone tear
slid down Mystique�s cheek before sleep claimed her too.

Logan woke up
the next morning to discover that Mystique had already left.

Good. Saves me the bother of having to
throw her out.

He
got dressed and sat down on the edge of the rumpled bed � the scene of the
crime - and put his head into his hands. How could he have been so stupid to
have surrendered to Mystique of all women? He chastised himself for his lack of
self-control.

I just
told Marie I loved her and then I go out and fuck someone else � how could I be
such a complete bastard?

Just then the
familiar �You�ve got mail� broke the silence. Instinctively he knew it was
Marie and he just couldn�t ** he* her yet. Instead he grabbed his wallet off
the nightstand, stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and left the room.

He walked down
to the corner diner and ordered a big breakfast. Lingering over his third cup
of coffee, he realized that he was avoiding going back to the room, knowing her
message was waiting innocently for him.
He�d have to stay away from her until the guilt no longer gnawed at his
gut.

He walked around
until he was bored and finally returned to the room. Clicking on her message he
hoped it wame tme trivial piece of news because he didn�t think he could deal
with anything sexual at this point. The message�s subject line read: Guess
what?

Logan glanced
down at the body of the message and drew in a sharp breath � it contained only
five words:

I CAN CONTROL
IT ~ SURPRISE!
Oh Jesus fucking Christ!
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