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Title: Changes

Author: jjblazer

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Rating: NC-17

Summary: movieverse (kinda�.)

Changes - 07

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�Jubilee. Where�s Marie?� Scott cornered her in the hallway outside her room.

She stammered. �Um � well. She�s away.�

Scott was silent for a moment. �What does that mean? And what if we need to contact her?�

�I know where she is, I can get hold of her if we need to.�

Scott stepped closer. �Jubilee, it�s important that I know where all the team members are, all the time. So spill.�

�Scott, she�s fine. She�s been feeling crowded. And uh - well, she moved. She�s got an apartment in the city. She didn�t tell anyone, Scott, not anyone. And she wants to keep it that way. I think it�s important we respect her privacy. Don�t you?�

Scott stared at her. �Moved? I saw her drive outta here this morning. She didn�t have a lot of stuff with her.� She had a bag, now that he thought about it. And he hadn�t actually looked inside her car. Maybe it was packed.

�Yeah, she just took a few changes of clothes, some other stuff. She was gonna have me bring the rest of her things over the next few days.�

Scott didn�t like this. There was no hard and fasle tle that all the staff live here on the grounds, and lots of them had taken sabbaticals or other breaks at one time or another. But none of them had ever bolted, without a word to anyone.

Anger flared hotly behind his ruby-tinted glasses.

Logan. That son of a bitch was the reason Marie had done this. The bastard tried to control every aspect of the young woman�s life, even if he did keep a respectable distance between them. Come to think of it, he hadn�t seen Logan all day, either. He was instantly alarmed. Suspicious, actually.

�Whs Los Logan? You seen him?�

Jubilee took a breath � and lied. She wasn�t comfortable with covering for him, but seeing him with Marie this afternoon had shifted her world-view off it hinges where he was concerned. She felt she owed it, to the both of them, to give them some time.

�Not a clue, Scott.� She turned, opened her door, and escaped.

Scott stood there, wondering. He headed for the garages.

Thunder boomed as Scott slid open the large bay doors. His motorcycle sat in mute gleaming safety right where he�d left it. And Logan�s truck was parked in its customary place at the end of the row of vehicles. The only ones missing were those that belonged to Marie and Jean, his wife. She was at a conference with Xavier. They were due back in two days.

Scott looked over the silent garage and frowned. Something was wrong here.

He headed back to the main building to contact his boss.

�I�m worried, Charles. It�s not like Logan to disappear like this.� Scott held the phone to his ear and paced in Charles� office.

Even over the phone, the sardonic lift to Xavier�s brows was clear. �I beg to differ, Scott. He frequently leaves the facility. We are all well aware of Logan�s penchant for solitude.�

�That may be, sir, but he�s never done this without notifying someone beforehand.� As much as Scott resented Logan, for lots of things, he had to admit that Logan�s sense of duty outweighed his sense of selfishness. Barely. But it did.

�His truck and my bike are still here. Something�s wrong.�

At that, Charles paused. Perhaps Scott was right.

�Scott, I will make some calls. Keep me apprised of the situation. Jean and I will be returning the day after tomorrow.�

�Professor, there�s something else. Marie has moved out. Jubilee says she took an apartment in the city.�

Xavier blinked. Well good heavens. Could it be more obvious? What on earth was Scott thinking?

�Scott, I believe the mystery to Logan�s whereabouts is quite clear.�

Scott shook his head and stopped pacing. �Jubilee says she told no one. And that certainly seems to be the case. There hasn�t been a whisper of this from anyone today.� The rumor mill would be running in high gear if anyone had known about Marie�s leaving.

�Find out from Jubilee how to contact Marie and do so. Phone me when you know something.� Charles hung up.

He turned his wheelchair to see Jean regarding him with a questioning look from across his elegantly appointed
hotel room.

�It seems Logan has dropped off the map.�

�Jubilee, you want to think again about this number you gave me?� Scott was becoming downright pissed off.

�Oh, give it here! You probably just dialed it wrong.� She punched in Marie�s cell number and waited. And waited. And got the �recipient not available� recording. It wouldn�t even let her leave a message. Marie had turned off her phone.

Scott picked up her keys and threw them at her. �We�re going. Now.�

�Scott � � She still hadn�t had the nerve to tell him that she�d lied to him earlier. About Logan. She could just see the fireworks coming if she took Scott there and Logan was still there, too. He�d said he�d catch a ride back later. If she got lucky, maybe he already had.

Scott�s next words made her firmly keep her mouth shut. �Logan�s missing. He may be at Marie�s. You know that asshole. If anybody could have found out where she went, it would be him.�

Whoa. She�d let Marie tell him herself just where Logan went. Logan surely would have told her before he left just where he was headed. He always did. He told her everything.

Jubilee plastered a smile on her face. �Sure, Scott. Let�s go.�

�Oh God, Logan�� Marie breathed out a tremulous sigh.

He stopped what he was doing. �Too much, baby?�

She hesitated before answering him. She wasn�t sure what she wanted to say. �No. No, keep going.�

Marie lay on her tummy, her hands curled up under her chin and Logan sat straddling her legs, lightly running his hands over her back and shoulders. The sheets covered her up to just above her delectable ass. He was keeping the contact of his hands on her skin somewhat firm, as a lighter touch verged on tickling and just made itt mut much harder to tolerate. Not that tolerate was the right word to explain what he was trying to do.

He lowered himself to lay light kisses along her shoulders, his chest barely grazing her back. He pulled her arms out to the sides and ran his hands along them until their fingers intertwined. He nuzzled at her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. The sheltering of her body this way, stretched hovering over her, felt like the protective embrace of an angels wings.

Emotion and sensation collided and a tiny sob came from her throat. Logan quickly turned her over and pulled her to sit up. They wrapped their arms around one another and held on tight.

�It�s ok, baby. You�re ok.� She broke down utterly and sobbed into his neck.

�I�m sorry. I�m sorry, Logan. I don�t mean to be such an idiot.� She hated crying. Crying was for the weak. She�d done more of this stupid blubbering in the last 24 hours than she�d done in the last few years.

He shushed her and rocked her in his arms. �You�re not an idiot, Marie.� Just as he had feared, this wasn�t going to be easy for her. As much as she wanted this, every touch was an exploration into uncharted territory; and those that were sensual in nature left her at a loss - they were simply beyond her scope of experience.

She squirmed back from him and wiped off her face. �Logan, this is �too� slow. I don�t want to have to think about every little thing you�re doing to me, it�s just � it�s too much like that.�

�Marie � �

�I mean it, Logan. Just do it. You know you won�t hurt me.�

His face blanched. He wished to God she hadn�t said that. He didn�t want to think about what she was referring to.

Her few months on the road, before they�d found each other at that rat-hole of a bar, had been a time she wouldn�t talk about - until that one night he'd pried it out of her over more than a few shots of whiskey.

Her skin had kept her safe, for the most part. But those three rednecks with minds made out of slime and morals made out of sand had caught onto the fact that she was a mutant, and just what kind. They kept their clothes on, held her down and raped her anyway - with a beer bottle. A long-necked beer bottle. So quiet he almost couldn�t hear her, she�d looked away from him and said, �At least it didn�t break.�

As much as he hated cans, he�d never touched beer in a bottle again.

�Marie � �

She looked up at him and her voice faltered as she swallowed the last of her tears away. �Please. I trust you. Just � please, Logan, make this happen.�

Everything in him went still. She didn�t know what she was asking. Sounding like a broken record, he tried again. �Marie � � His words were cut off as she dove for his mouth, locking her arms around his neck. This kiss was different than those that had come before. She was forceful and demanding, wanting to spark his aggressiveness, to have this decision taken out of her hands. She needed his guidance, needed his force of will.

Logan resisted for barely a moment. Understanding of what she meant and flaring passion met head on and he lowered her back to the bed and allowed himself to become lost in his desire to consume her.

Trying not to interpret every breath and moan, Logan went at her with abandon. It was all molten heat and fire-tipped nerves. He writhed against her, han hands and mouth roaming freely.

Marie closed her eyes and fell into the heated sureness of his touch. Nothing he did would be wrong. Nothing he did would hurt her or drown her in overload. She gave herself up to him in complete and utter trust.

There was so much happening to her body, so many feelings tangling in her mind, it was difficult to differentiate exactly what he was doing. He used his mouth almost more than his hands, licking and sucking her flesh, working a path down her body and leaving a trail of fiery nips and bites in his wake.

His hands ran the length of her trembling thighs, parting them. And suddenly his mouth found her molten center, licking her slick folds in long firm strokes, the flat of his tongue dragging across her throbbing, swollen pearl of sensitized flesh.

Helpless mewling came from her throat and her chest ached with the effort to gasp in more air. Sparks shot behind her closed eyes. And then his fingers were inside her, stroking and coaxing. She screamed.

Logan barely gave her a moment to begin to come down. Her convulsing, spasming flesh, tightening rhythmically around his slick fingers sent him hurtling beyond the borders of anything but instinct.

He crawled up her trembling limbs and drove into her quivering slick heat, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside her with every movement. He smothered her gasping mouth with his and they drank in each other�s breath, the scent and taste of her on both their tongues.

�Fuck! Oh God, baby.� He panted and swore and babbled thru his grunting desperation to claim her, driving them at a furious pace toward completion.

At her first pitiful breathless wail, he came, her grasping inner muscles milking him of everything he had. His hands scrabbled at the sheets, great fistfuls of material ripping under the strain as he emptied himself deep inside her, his face a grimace of ecstasy.

Marie thought the top of her head would come off. She didn�t know where she was. She couldn�t think. She couldn�t speak. She wasn�t exactly breathing right, either. Her chest hurt, her heart was beating so fast.

Her hands shook where they were clutching at his shoulders. And as much as she hated to cry, she did so now, holding onto him like she�d never, ever, let go.

Logan rolled them to their sides, still joined, and fighting to regain his breath held her plastered to his chest and let her sob her way thru the aftermath of their lovemaking.

�Shhh. Hush, baby. You�re ok. You�re ok.� At least he certainly fuckin� hoped so. �Marie. Come on, baby, look at me. Look at me.� His hand nudged under her chin was meeting with some stubborn resistance. A wave of disquiet swept over him.

�Darlin�?�

She took a shuddery breath and looked up at him. She croaked out one word.

�Hi.�

He blinked at her. �Hi?� Hi? Hi?

And then she made everything ok. She made everything way more than ok. She smiled. She beamed. The satisfied joy on her face lifted his heart nearly out of his chest.

He laughed. ��Hi� yourself.�

Her smile wavered and her voice was a breathy, exhausted whisper. �I love you.�

Logan kissed her mouth, their faces nuzzled together as contentedly as their souls.

�I love you back.�

Jubilee was tired and grouchy. The traffic was as nasty as the
weather. �Give it a rest, O Fearless Leader! I know where I�m going, it�s just a little hard to see.�

Rain was coming down in buckets. The windshield wipers could barely keep up with it.

�I think I missed the off-ramp. We�ll just have to circle back.�

Scott tried the cell again. Nothing.

Marie toweled off her hair and joined Logan on the covered balcony. She leaned back against his chest, his arms circled around her, and watched the torrential rain wash across the city. They�d taken a quick shower, a slippery soap fest that nearly got them carried away again.

Logan sighed deeply and looked out over the top of her head. He hated the city. At least the school was in what some laughingly called the �countryside�. It was no such thing, in his view, but it was a helluva lot better than this.

�I got an idea, darlin�. Let�s blow off the last of the summer break in the mountains.� He nuzzled his face into her neck. �No phones. No class prep. No Summers.�

At that, she started somewhat. She hadn�t thought about Scott. And she�d turned off her phone. She hoped Jubilee hadn�t tried to call her.

�You think he�ll give us some grief?� It was a redundant question. Scott wouldn�t be happy about this. At all.

Logan let out a snort of disgust. �Yeah, you could say that.� Not that it would change anything.

He turned her around and looked her over, settling his gaze on her throat. His eyes slowly lifted to hers.

�Where is it?�

That she�d taken it off told him just how close he�d come to losing her for good. She�d not taken his dogtag off in all the years since he�d come back to Xavier�s. She�d tried to return it to him once and he�d told her to keep it. And had told himself that what he saw in her eyes wasn�t hope of some kind. Jeeze, what an idiot he�d been.

A smile lifted her mouth and she led him by the hand back into the messy bedroom, stepping over Logan�s boots and shirt and his belt. She reached under the pillows,
making a point to ignore the ripped and torn sheets, and fished around. Pulling out the dogtag, she handed it to him without a word.

He quickly draped it over her head and settled it in the deep v of her green silk robe.

�That never comes off again.� He settled his hand over hers, the one she�d clasped the tag with.

�Oooh, yes, sir,� she said with a teasing smile.

His hand tightened over hers. �I mean it, Marie. You and me, this is for keeps. This is for always.�

Her smile fled with all haste. What was he saying?

�You mean � like � � She gulped. �Like �married� always?� She could hardly believe she�d been stupid enough to say that.

Logan felt his limbs turn to ice.

�You don�t want to?�

She gaped at him. �You mean you do?�

He shrugged a bit, feeling like the biggest fool on the planet. He
thought she'd understood this.

�Well � yeah. I do.�

She almost knocked him down, she jumped him so hard. She threw her arms around his neck and screamed with elation.

�Yes! Yes yes oh yes!�

He picked her up and whirled her around and they stumbled back out onto the balcony, the hissing downpour mirroring her happy tears. She wiped at her eyes and laughed. Jeeze, not this again. But these tears felt different. These tears felt absolutely wonderful.

Jubilee took a look thru the darkened glass that ran the length of the door. It was pitch black inside Marie�s apartment. Maybe she�d left. There was no answer to her light rapping.

Marie had given her the other key as she was going to be bringing the rest of her things. She fished it out and unlocked the door, Scott on her heels.

On the balcony, Logan froze. Marie noted the instant alertness in the set of his shoulders.

�What is it?� He raised a hand for silence and whispered a warning.

�Somebodyere.ere.�

(to be continued...)
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