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Changes	By : jjblazer Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Marie Views: 6452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Changes

Author: jjblazer

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Rating: NC-17

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Changes - 06

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Marie flew off the bed the second he was out of sight and tried to keep the butterflies in her stomach from flying away with her. She zipped into the adjoining bathroom and quickly yanked a brush thru her hair and stripped off every stitch of clothing. Straightening back up, she regarded the woman reflected in the mirror. The next time saw saw her, she wouldn�t be the same person. She made a goofy face at herself, nearly whooped with joy and fled back into the bedroom, diving under the covers and fluffing up the pillows.

Logan sauntered into the bedroom, a pitcher of water and a couple of glasses in hand. Her mouth dropped open the tiniest bit as she noticed his belt buckle. It was undone.

He set the ice water and the glasses down on the nightstand and tried not to think of how thoroughly naked she was under the sheets. Her beautiful dark hair flowed out across the pillow, the white streaks framing her face.

He clumsily kicked off his boots and stood looking down at her. �Wanna get me outta this belt?�

She sat up, holding the sheets to herself. Willing her hand not to shake, she reached for that ridiculous belt buckle of his and tugged, snaking the leather from his belt loops. It seemed a very intimate thing to do � and she glowed with the pleasure of it.

A lazy grin spread over his face as he watched her. Letting her pull his belt off seemed the right move. Silly as it was, it made her immediately more comfortable with reaching out to him.

He tilted his head at her. �Buttons?�

Her eyes darted to his face. �Oh. Ok.� She tucked the sheets under her arms and placed both hands low on his stomach. She marveled at how soft and warm his skin was. Curling her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, she ran the backs of her fingers against his skin for a moment. He had to shut his eyes.

Getting herself together, she tugged open the top button. Then the next one. Then the next. His matt of dark hair came more and more into her view.

He gasped and made a sudden grab at her hands, stilling them. He turned his back to pop the last buttons and shoved his jeans down his long legs. She stared.

Naked. Logan was naked. He turned, pulling up the sheets and slipping in next to her before she really got a look at him but Logan was in her bed. With her. Naked.

He didn�t give her long to let the idea freak her out too much and pulled her down into his arms. The sheets were somewhat bunched up between them but just lying down with her, holding her stretched out against him, felt like the best thing on earth. The anticipation was killing him.

Nuzzling his face into her hair, he whispered to her. �Touch me, darlin�. Any way you want. You won�t hurt me. Nothing you do will be wrong.� He swallowed, his almost-not-there voice breaking. �Please, darlin�. Love me.�

Marie�s astonished heart nearly up and flew away with her. He was
talking about something other than the merely physical. She�d asked him earlier today if love was something that even he wanted. She knew he didn�t see himself as loveable, the big ape was stubborn and introspective and filled with self-doubts. But he wanted it and needed it just as much as anyone else.

She hugged him tight across his chest. �Oh, Logan. I do. I do love you.� She rose up and sought his mouth, seemingly unaware of the sheets slipping down as she kissed him, pressing herself to his chest and wanting to disappear inside him.

Logan reveled in the fact of her words almost more than the fact of her luscious body pressed against him. His hands lightly traced her back as she kissed
and licked her way down his throat and it became a struggle to breathe. As much as he wanted to allow her free rein, this was going to be a battle with self-restraint, one he was quickly believing he would lose.

She half-sat up, running her hands freely now over his arms, his chest, simply marveling at the feel of him. Her bared breasts, perfect orbs of feminine beauty tipped with dusky rose nipples, were something he couldn�t tear his eyes away from. He wanted them in his mouth, to suck and lick and bury his face in them. He brought one hand from her back and cupped the weight of a breast in his palm, squeezing lightly.

MariMarie let out a faint cry and she clapped a hand over his, holding him to her. Logan couldn�t take it any more. He quickly turned her under him, kissing her deeply while kneading her flesh. He groaned, licking into her mouth. Letting his fingertips brush across her, he brought them together at the apex of her breast and lightly pulled and pinched her nipple. First one, then the other.

She cried out sharply, arching into his touch and his mind screamed at him to slow down. All she had to do was say stop. She didn�t.

Marie quaked under his hands, ing ing like she couldn�t breathe. Her nipples were so sensitive under his fingers, the sensation was nearly unbearable.

�Logan!� She didn�t know if she was asking him to stop or urging him for more. He didn�t either.

And suddenly his mouth was on her, suckling her, his hands molding her breasts tightly together as he alternated his attentions between them. Sucking. Licking. His teeth grazing her, heightening her fever. She couldn�t stand it.

Tears began to slip down the sides of her face and she fought to take another breath. It felt so good, my God, his mouth on her felt so good. She felt like her mind was beginning to fray.

Non-sensical muffled words came from his mouth as he devoured her flesh. He was pushing her too far, too fast, he knew it. He could smell her tears. But God, he wanted her so bad. He made a monumental effort to shove away his need to simply ravish her and panting harshly, he eased himself down at her side. He rubbed his face into the crook of her neck, shaking. His heart was pounding so hard it almost hurt. He didn�t even want to think about how painfully hard his cock was.

His hand clenched the sheets bunched around her waist. �Baby.� Jesus, he could hardly breathe. �Marie, touch me.� He was mortifiedhow how pitiful he sounded.

About out of his mind, the need killing him, he rocked the heat of his pulsing erection against her hip and Marie recovered from her dazed condition enough to blink herself back to reality. She squirmed back from him just a bit and reached for him, burrowing beneath the tangle of sheets, finally just throwing them off altogether. She needed to touch him, to feel him. To see him.

As her hand explored its way lower, the flesh of his stomach jumped and rippled. Her fingers tangled in his thatch of hair and finally, finally, she wrapped him tig in in a fist and he let go a
breathy moan of satisfaction.

Furiously blinking the smeared mascara from her eyes, she stared at what she held in her hand. It was so hot. His flesh was so torturously hot. She gulped and tried to focus on what she was doing.

She pu her her hand up and down his shaft, somewhat alarmed at the strangled gasps coming from his mouth. Marveling at what she was seeing, she brought her hand higher, massaging the clear fluid leaking from his cock over the head, kneading the lubricant into his flesh and dragging it down his shaft, stroking him into a trembling wreck.

�Marie!� His voice was hoarse and desperate. She abruptly stopped what she was doing and darted at look at his heavy lidded eyes, his flushed face.

�God, baby, don�t stop. Don�t stop.� He panted, begging her. �Harder. Harder.�

She complied, watching his face as his focus began to dim and he let out a helpless moan. He�d wanted to let her have the experience of this, to learn that her touch could be something different than it always had been in the past. But he hadn�t expected to fall apart like this.

His eyes squeezed tightly shut, every muscle tensed and strained as she brought him to the brink. His mouth worked soundlessly as he teetered on the crest of the wave for one agonizingly long moment - and then he fell over the edge and he was coming and it was like fire. He shuddered violently, strangled breaths hissed out thru clenched teeth, hearteart trip hammering in his chest.

Marie could hardly believe what she was seeing. Instinctively, she continued stroking him as the last of his come shot from his cock, easing him down. Even with what she was doing to him, she blushed as that word flitted across her totally fried mind.

Holy freaking God! Was he all right? She let go of him and fought to catch her breath, though it was nothing compared to Logan�s heaving chest. She looked over his sweaty, shaking limbs and wondered if she�d done something wrong. He�d told her that whatever she did would be ok, but this? Could this be right? Her newly found confidence suddenly went galloping away at high speed.

Her mouth trembled and her voice was tiny. �Logan? You ok?�

In a daze, he blearily focused on her and reached an unsteady arm to pull her down onto his
shoulder. She lay there with her cheek plastered to him, listening to his pounding heart, and her eyes stared around in bewilderment. She tried again.

�Logan?�

�Yeah, darlin�.� Geeze, his voice sounded weird. His mouth felt like the Sahara desert. Holy fucking Christ. That was the best sex he�d ever had. And he hadn�t even had sex with her yet.

She raised her head and braved another look at him. The goofy grin widening on his face sent a wave of relief flooding thru her. She started to smile.

�Want some water, sugar?�

He croaked out a �yeah� and let her go, watching her swing her legs over the side of the bed.
As she handed him the water, she looked him over. �Be right back.� He frowned at her over the rim of the glass as he slugged it down. Where thel wal was she going? He blinked and tried to get his mind working again.

Marie darted into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, running the water. She took a glance at herself in the mirror. Oh my God. She looked like a raccoon.

Almost hysterical laughter threatened to carry her off. She bit at her lips to swallow away the giddiness and wiped the smeared mascara off her face and from beneath her eyes. She was praying he hadn�t noticed. Perhaps he hadn�t. He didn�t seem particularly coherent.

She came back and perched on the side of the bed. Tenderly, she wiped the sweat from his face and proceeded to clean the rest of him off. He couldn�t believe how matter of fact she was being. And the fact that he was seeing a stark naked Marie buzzing around the room like they�d been doing this for years left him at a dead loss.

�My, my. Going for distance?�

He gaped at her and glanced down at his chest. She was wiping him off somewhere in the vicinity of his collarbone.

She tossed the washcloth on the nightstand and looked him over. �So. This was good?� In spite of her lighthearted tone, he knew the answer to that was terribly important to her. He could tell her the truth, that it had reached him on a level he hadn�t suspected existed, that it had been heart-stoppingly way past �good�. But he didn�t. Somehow, it would sound trite or phony if he tried to put it into words.

�Come �ere.� He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her and when he let her go, he turned them on their sides. They lay facing each other and he traced her cheek, her lips.

�I love you, Marie.�

A smile slowly lifted her mouth and she made an effort not to scream with
joy.

�You do, huh?�

She didn�t have to say it back. The love shining in her eyes lit her entire being with happiness and it made his chest ache
with stuttering elation to see it.

He gazed at her adoringly, smiling right back at her. �You gonna let me show you how much?�

Her smile died, her voice a whisper. �Just hold me for a while, ok? Would that be ok?�

�Anything you want, darlin�.� He settled her in his arms, happier than he could ever remember being.
Probably because he never had been.

Without words, they held each other close, contemplating the ramifications of their newly found connection. The last of the daylight seeped from the windows and they drifted off into a light, almost-sleep.

Thunder sounded far in the distance. A late summer storm was moving in. Logan lay there and wondered how much of a storm their relationship was going to cauith ith Xavier and his staff, the X-team leader most of all. There was already a fair amount of bad blood between himself and Scott Summers.

Fuck him. Logan almost looked forward to the confrontation that was sure to come. He pushed the issue from his mind and let out a contented sigh. All he�d ever need was in his arms right this nt.
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