| Summary:
Wolverine is in for a wild ride - something he least expects.
Logan POV |
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| I sit outside alone in the courtyard and
light a fresh cigar. I have my pack with me and I want just one last
look around before I go. Forget sayin' anything to the Professor.
He'll put on the pleasantries and wish me luck – all that bullshit I
don't need or care about. I'm a stubborn old son of a bitch and listening to Jean isn't an option. Why the hell am I so scared and need to run again? Because of a woman. Why would a guy like me be afraid of a woman? Women flock to me. I don't flock to them. But, damned if I haven't fallen into that trap again - all their beauty, sweet smells, and killer bodies. First, it's Rogue with her cute little southern drawl and them innocent eyes that makes any red-blooded single horny male melt. She can put on the charm and have ya beggin' like a dog. It's just wrong for me to think what I sometimes have about her. Christ, I'm like her father. Besides, I don't need Bobby whining about how I stole his girl. Storm – now that's a woman with power – goddess of the wind. She can take yer heart and fry it like a fish in a hot pan. She's got sex appeal, looks and powers to boot. She don't stand for my shit either. Jean – aw, hell. She took my heart the first time I saw her. She's sexy, mature, and willful. She made me dive head first into her nice scents, kind words, and compassion. Then, she trashes me with her words of dangerous men and marrying the good guy. Now, there's her - Danielle - the Panther – and she has a bit of each of them in one gorgeous package. She's got an accent and them big expressive brown eyes like Marie; she's sexy, mature, and compassionate like Jean; and she's powerful and don't take my shit, like Storm. If I don't watch myself, she can knock me right on my ass. So, why the hell am I gonna run? Because bad ass Logan is scared shitless that she's gonna reject me like Jeannie did. She flirts and backs off the same way. Maybe she's readin' me wrong and maybe she's just afraid. Hell, man, I guess I am sendin' her mixed signals. Maybe she does still think I am in love with Jeannie. I know I ain't. Maybe should tell her. I look out and there she is. I heave a deep breath – the cold air fills my lungs. I feel even worse. Man, she's just incredible lookin' like a goddess up on that horse. I wish she knew she owns my heart. Why can't I muster up the courage to tell her the same way I have the courage to skewer a hundred invading soldiers? Logan's senses picked up on a presence near him. Kurt had appeared and was now sitting next to him. "Jean meant no harm, Logan. She is sad you are in pain," Kurt started. "Am I going to get a speech from you too?" Logan asked angrily. "Don't hate me for snooping. Me thinks Jean is right in you telling her what you feel. Hiding it will get you nowhere. Have faith in yourself – have faith in her," Kurt said. Logan waited a minute letting Kurt's words sink in. "She deserves a good man in her life – someone to take care of her, protect her, to love her – to really love her," Logan replied. "Yes. And, I know you want to be that man. Tell her," Kurt said. "Why?" Logan asked snidely. "Because she is in love with you, too," Kurt responded before disappearing again. Logan was so angry with himself. He never let women bother him in the past, not until he met Marie and Jean. His fears were strong because these things were still so new to him – so alien and scary. It was like an animal crossing into another's territory keeping him on edge and afraid of what could happen. I'm consumed in Kurt's words. That blue mutant knows how to make a man think. Here comes Marie. That's when all hell broke loose. She looked down at the pack at his feet and knew he was leaving and leaving for good. "Yer gonna run? What the hell is wrong with ya? Are ya a jerk or what?" Marie scolded and pushed at his shoulder with her gloved hand. "What the hell are ya yellin' at me for?" he retorts as he stands up. "Why are ya bein' such a coward? Why are ya gonna run away from the one person who really wants you? Why can't you just talk to her? The mighty Wolverine - a coward!" Marie continued to scold him. Logan was trying to restrain his rage. Marie was so angry with him, and he was angry with himself. Logan turned away from Marie. "Why can't you just tell her how ya feel?" Marie yelled. Danielle heard the loud discussion in the distance and realized it was Marie and Logan. "Cause I can't! I am afraid! OK! You want to hear me say it! I'm afraid she might not really feel what I am feeling!" he said loudly. He sat down again and looked up to Marie as tears welled up in his eyes. Marie stood before him and embraced him. She was shocked at his show of emotion. Logan sobbed softly and Marie ran her fingers through his hair trying to calm him down. "Logan, she's in love with you and I know you are in love with her," Marie replied. Logan looked into Marie's eyes. He knew she wasn't lying. "She and I talk. I know she ain't playin' with ya and ya know me well enough that I wouldn't lie to ya," Marie said. "And, if ya don't do anything to find out for yerself – then you are the biggest fool of all." "I am not a fool!" he said with anger and got up and started walking away in a huff. That was all I needed. Maybe I am actin' stupid. But, what does a guy like me have to offer? I am my own man - no past, works on instinct and self-preservation, runs when I get into trouble, and don't know crap about relationships. I really feel like runnin' now and that's what I am gonna do. No one misses me anyway. Even then, why am I being such a pansy over a woman? I can go back to Canada and back to my old life with a different woman every night. I never had time to care for anyone and no one cared for me. Jean and Marie musta changed that – they made me feel important - I would be important to Danielle if I just had the courage to face her. Everyone tells me Danielle is in love with me. Why don't she tell me herself? Ya know why? Cause Logan is an ass when it comes to women. I'm not smart about these things and I need to go and right now – get the hell away from here, from her, from myself, before something happens that I will regret. I hear the sound of hoof beats approaching me. "Hi, Logan. Didn't know you were comin' back," Danielle said blankly with just a hint of anger as she rode up. He didn't answer – he just didn't have the courage to look at her. He continued walking – heading for another bench to sit down. "OK. Somebody's in a pissy mood. You come and go without sayin' anything? What's with the `tude?" she asked and jumped down from her horse taking the reins and walking side by side with him. Oh, Logan, don't look – that skintight riding outfit is just hugging all her curves and ya know ya want to get yer hands on that body. Danielle, please leave me alone so I don't go say or do somethin' stupid and upset ya. She sensed his strong desire to be alone but ignored it. He sat down and continued puffing on his cigar. "Why the hell won't you talk to me?" she asked angrily sitting down by his side. Logan took a long drag from his cigar blowing the smoke out his nose before responding. "Cause I ain't got nothing to say. And even if I did, it don't matter. I can't fix what I done," he replied. Danielle saw the anger in his eyes. She did all she could to restrain her own mounting rage and felt it subside when he laced his fingers with hers. "I'm not askin' ya to fix anything. Just tell me what yer feelin'," she replied softly. I am trying to reach out. She tightens her grip and the touch sends a bolt of electricity through my body. I love the way she touches me – she's so warm and caring – even though I sense her being totally pissed at me right now. What I wouldn't do to be able to tell her how I really feel and to be able to show her. I shut my eyes tightly trying to think thoughts that would stop the oncoming arousal and to find the courage to say what's on my mind. "I think we need to talk," he said. "Why are you so mad? Why are ya leavin'? And, don't try to deny or lie about it," she asked. Logan waited a moment before answering her. His brows furrowed deeply and he inhaled a long drag from his cigar. "You ever been terrified to say somethin' to someone knowin' they might reject ya?" he asked. Danielle crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course. Hey, come on. I know what might cheer ya up," she said pulling his arm. Here we go again, both of us avoidin' the issue. I thought she wanted to talk. "Where we goin'?" he asked angrily. She stood him before the horse. "Logan, I want to introduce you to someone. This is Duke – my most trusted friend," she said of her big equine buddy. "Duke, this is Logan. Remember I told you about Logan?" she added addressing the horse. Duke shook his head up and down in answer to her question and he pushed his muzzle against Logan's hand taking in a deep breath as he inhaled Logan's scent. Logan smiled as Duke then pushed his muzzle against his chest playfully. "You told Duke about me?" Logan asked with a bit of surprise. "I tell Duke about everything," she replied. He looked at her – his eyes taking on an extremely nervous look as she offered him the reins. "Take them and mount up. Duke trusts you and he won't do anything to hurt ya," she said and began pushing him up against the left side of the horse. "You ain't serious? No way am I doing this," Logan balked. She dropped the reins and started walking away – her little temper on fire. "Hey, wait. Don't leave me here with this thing," Logan said walking after her – the horse following behind him obediently. Danielle turned around. "Do ya need a leg up?" she asked with a little attitude. "You ain't gonna let this go, are ya?" Logan asked. "Hell, no," she said and crossed her arms in front of herself waiting for his decision. I gathered the reins and looked at the saddle. I don't have a freakin' clue how to get on a horse. Man, I feel so stupid, especially that Duke has his head turned back lookin' at me. I turn to her with a very puzzled look on my face. But ya know, if there is anything I truly love about her is that she doesn't stand for my shit – I can whine and moan and fuss all I want and she would stand her ground. I could hear her growlin' again. She's getting impatient with me. "Put your left foot into the stirrup, hold onto the saddle and pull yourself up," she quickly instructed. "Aw, shit," he says and turns back to the horse. I feel like a total geek now. In the meantime, Kitty had ridden up on a gray horse and dismounted. "I just had to see this up close," Kitty said with a giggle. Logan played with the stirrup. "Better hurry before I take a bite outta yer ass," Danielle said. Kitty giggled again. Logan finally managed to get on and place his right foot into the other stirrup. It was far from graceful, but he did it. Both women applauded his success. "How do ya feel up there?" Danielle asked. "This is weird. Never did this before," he said as a smile ripped across his face. Danielle showed him how to hold the reins, giving quick instruction on using them and she led him around letting him get a feel for being on the horse. "Well, ya look damn good," Danielle said. Logan cracked a half smile with her comment. "I don't know, Kitty, but I think we have a budding horseman here, although I think he'd like western riding better," Danielle said. "May I?" Danielle asked Kitty about taking her horse. Logan watched as she mounted up – as quickly as a cat. Kitty took a lead line and hooked it up to Duke's bit and handed the end to Danielle. "Thanks, Kitty. I think we got everything under control now," Danielle said and Kitty backed off. "No running," Logan demanded. "No running," Danielle said. Danielle clucked to her horse signalling him to begin walking. Duke followed with a little jolt that startled Logan. Side by side, the horses walked and Logan began grinning wildly. Suddenly, Logan had forgotten about his troubles, for the moment. Danielle smiled. Spitefully, she gathered herself and asked her horse to run. As her horse started off, the lead line pulled Duke's bit and off they went as Logan shouted in anger. On the far side of the campus, Danielle pulled up on her horse's reins bringing both of them to a slow walk and eventual halt. She jumped down sliding the reins over her mount's head and started walking towards one of the benches. I must have looked like a boxer trying to be a ballerina attempting to get off that damned horse – total lack of grace in making the dismount – but it made Danielle giggle and hearin' her laugh again makes me feel good. They tied the horses to a nearby tree and sat down on the bench side by side. His face filled with restrained rage and his eyes darkened with anger – anger with himself. "Why are ya runnin' again?" Danielle asked. "Why are ya afraid of bein' with me?" he replied back. "I'm not afraid," she lied. "Yes, ya are. I feel you tremble anytime I try to get close – yer tremblin' now," he retorted. "It's cold out. And, yer trembling too," she snottily replied. She called my bluff. I was scared to death. Then, she laced her fingers with mine. "I want ya to talk to me," Danielle demanded. "That's why we rode out here, huh - to be alone?" he asked. After she nodded yes, he said, "ask away." "Are ya still in love with Jean?" "No," he quickly replied. "You really been thinkin' that? Is that why you been stayin' clear of me?" "I'm not into sharin', Logan. I have wanted ya fer a long time, but I ain't into stealin' either," Danielle said with a strong tone of anger. "Really?" he asked. "I'd kill to keep ya, if you were mine to begin with," she said. Logan took in a deep breath. "I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time," Logan finally admitted. Danielle looked deeply into his eyes. He meant it. "I ain't good with this stuff," Logan said looking away. "I don't need ya to be an expert in relationships, Logan. Just be open and honest with me," Danielle said. "Yer a really special woman, Danielle. I have only been effected by two other women, and not nearly as deeply as you have," he added. "Ya haven't judged me because of my issues. You've been there for me when I was really down. You've been... a real friend. Then, I fucked it all up and hurt ya." "Ya mean when ya kissed me? Ya know how much I had wanted ya to do that, but to mean it?" Danielle asked. "I want to kiss ya now," Logan said. "What's stopping ya?" she asked. "I need to know you mean it too - that ya ain't just wantin' me because I'm good-lookin' or that ya just want something dangerous to play with," Logan said. "I do mean it. I want ya because yer uninhibited and passionate - loyal and trustworthy. OK, yeah, you are cute too," she replied with a smile. Logan smiled back. His heart filled with excitement and she looked deeply into his eyes. He stared back into her eyes studying them thoroughly and with all the gentleness he could muster up, he leaned towards her and kissed her softly. Logan took delight in how she responded - her scent changed, her lips accepted his, and he knew it was right. Their passions increased and they got a little rougher. Hands ran over each other exploring their covered bodies. He embraced her tightly - their lips still locked with passion. Then, she broke from him - standing up and pulling him to follow. He obeyed and reached for her pulling her close to him and listened to the low growl escape her lips. Standing behind her, his hands gently caressed her - relaxing her and arousing her. She nipped playfully at his chin as he pushed into her more. "Take me, Logan," she said. He turned her around and her hands grasped his hips. She didn't say a word but he knew exactly what she wanted. They were deep enough into the woods to be out of sight, so there was no fear of being seen or heard. He kissed her strongly letting his tongue slip between her lips and playfully entwine with hers. Her hands ran through his thick dark brown hair as he moved her against a nearby tree. She raised her chin as he kissed his way down to her throat – wetting her neck with long drags of his tongue. He nipped at the soft skin at the crook of her neck and sensed she enjoyed feeling his teeth on her, as her whole body shuddered with pleasure and her breathing came in shorter gasps. Logan pulled aside her jacket freeing more skin to the chilly wintry air, and he warmed it with his hot breath as he worked his way down to her shoulder. The animal in him became more insistent with his harder nipping wanting her to satisfy his primal needs, not that he wasn't aware of her desires. Her hand wandered south feeling his rock hard arousal. He groaned with pleasure and planted his hand firmly on her backside pulling her close. She whispered softly how she wanted him. He wished he could take her – to fulfill her completely with physical pleasure – but hesitated with it being so cold out. She whispered again asking him to free himself and his desires as she again grasped his hips. He took hold of the underside of her knee pulling it up and positioning his erection closer to her pelvis. He curled his body into hers and slowly began bucking against her. He felt her grip tighten on his sides and she asked him to go harder. I don't think I cared one bit that we had our clothes on or what the result of this was gonna do to my jeans. She wanted me and I wanted her and for the right reasons, and that's all that mattered. She encouraged me to let go and I lost control of my urges as she pushed her hips harder against me. I was throbbing all over. My breathing deepened and I could hear my blood racing. She's pullin' my sides beggin' me to buck harder. I hear her saying my name in my ear – her soft but firm voice commands me. I couldn't stop. I just couldn't stop and she ordered me not to stop. I listen to her pant and cry with what I was doin' to her and to myself, but that soon was drowned out by my own whines and groans. Even through our clothes, we were feelin' good. I buck harder and she pushes back against me. With several hard bucks, I groan again with release and lean into her now just wantin' to hold her. She ran her hands up under my jacket caressin' my back, as I pant with exhaustion. I felt kinda stupid at the moment knowin' I needed to get out of my jeans now. Worse yet, my body is still aching with desire and my heart pining for more. I needed to feel her skin near my body, taste her sweat, and hear her growl. I could see the agony in her eyes too and she whispers for me to take her to my room. I want to feel her skin against mine, but we wait for me ta settle down a bit before getting back on them horses. We finally return lettin' Kitty take them to their stalls. No conversation was allowed as I grab her hand and race inside the mansion and down the hall to my room with her in tow. I slam the door closed and she leaped at me wrappin' her arms around my neck as I kissed her. My entire body tensed with lustful arousal. Aw, fuck it. We're alone behind a locked door, in a warm room with a bed, and I remembered to pull down the shade on the window. Most of all - I told her I love her and now I am about to make love to her. I lean into her kissing her strongly. I don't think you could have gotten a pin between us. I could feel she wanted the animal as much as the man – she's growling again – nippin' at my throat and feelin' my crotch. We collapse onto my bed with a thud and I envelope her in my arms as I roll her under me. She seems to take delight in the feeling of my full weight on top of her and the sound of my excited breathing in her ear. I aggressively kiss and nip the soft skin of her throat, and I could hear her sighing and growling with encouragement. I reach down between her legs rubbing her into further arousal. Her scent has gotten stronger and fills the air around us with her readiness for me. Danielle's hands are forcefully pulling open my flannel shirt. I really didn't care that the buttons were popping off everywhere. Hell, it's an old shirt anyway. My hands plunge into the long brown waves of her hair as she nips at my throat and runs her hands up and down my chest and sides. My body is responding to her - the animal in me reaching unbelievable heights of arousal. I work off her shirt and Danielle pushes me over straddling my stomach. I don't believe what was happening, letting go with a deep groan as she started grinding against me – her motions making me crazy and again I can feel myself needing release. I am losing control of myself with what she's doin' ta me. The feel of her soft skin rubbin' against me has me reelin' with excitement. Then, I go and say somethin' silly. "We don't have to do this if ya don't wanna. I don't want ya feelin' like I'm forcin' ya," he said softly. "After what we did outside? After what we said? Don't go and be a gentleman now. No way I am lettin' ya off that easy," she joked. "You like gettin' down to business, huh?" he asked. "Foreplay if for sissies," she replied. He couldn't agree with her more. He lays over her kissing her firmly then drags his tongue behind her ear. The sound of his breathing in her ear excited her. Her hands ran over his chest and shoulders as he licked his way down to her breast. He grasped her breast gently kneading it with a strong hand as he softly suckled the hardened nipple. His tongue trailed circles around her reddened nipple moistening her skin. He trailed kisses over to the other breast entertaining himself with their firm suppleness. She closed her eyes letting him pamper her with his attentions. Slowly, he worked his way down leaving a trail of wet kisses down the center of her body. His hand had moved down between her thighs. He found the bud of her womanhood and slowly drove her into a frenzy of sexual excitation with his adventurous tongue. He entered her with his index finger feeling her wet heat and began massaging her until she came close to release. Logan returned to her breasts sucking first on one, then on the other. His hands ran up and down her exploring her body. He can tell she was really ready for him. Her aroused scent excited him to the very core of his being and he had marked her with his own scent. He felt her hands working open his belt buckle and he began to lose control again. He needed her – his body was ready – she was ready – and he couldn't wait any longer. "I think you got somethin' in here for me," she joked. She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid the zipper open. She released him from confinement, and he gasped deeply feeling her massage him. Her hand pushed his shoulder wanting him to lie on his back. She took a firm hold of the base of his shaft wrapping her fingers firmly around it's thick girth and began to draw out long and slow strokes until he was groaning uncontrollably with pleasure. As he paid her such special attention, so she did in return. Danielle trailed kisses down the center of his chest, down over his tensed stomach until she reached his erection. He was dying a thousand deaths as she ran her tongue over the entire length of his shaft. He tossed his head back and groaned with unbelievable pleasure as she administered to his needs. "Yes, Danielle. Oh, Christ, that feels so good," he moaned. She worked him to the brink of release stopping just before he exploded. It nearly angered him and that's what she was driving at. He tossed her on her back and forcefully slid his entire length inside her. She felt his deepening penetration as he completely filled her and she groaned as he started bucking strongly against her. Her hands gripped the sides of his body trying to hold on. He pulled her hair forcing her face to the side and he bit down on her shoulder. Their bodies moved as one and she tilted her hips into his feeling him move inside her. She pulled him closer and begged him to set free the animal – to take her as Wolverine. She whispered his name over and over softly in his ear – "Logan, Logan, ... oh, Logan, harder, baby." The fury of Wolverine was set free as he pummelled her with strong thrusts of his pelvis. Her muscles tightened around his shaft making him whine and growl with pleasure. He bucked faster as her legs wrapped around his body. His hand grasped her hip pulling her up into him. She holds onto my sides – I feel her nails sinking into my skin and the warmth of blood tricklin' down my sides. I didn't care. The pain felt good. I tried to hold back from allowing release – I was getting close but I needed Danielle there with me. He tried to be quiet feeling himself wanting to howl. There was enough noise between the bed creaking and banging against the wall to alert anyone as to what was going on in his room. He felt her tensing, listened to her breath becoming more labored and shallow, and he hoped she was reaching heights of pleasure unlike ever before. She pulled him closer wanting him in deeper, tightening her grip and writhing under his body. Her hips pushed harder into his and he put his arm around her back before pumping into her with every bit of force he could without hurting her. Her breathing deepened even further and she began crying with the oncoming ecstasy - he knew he had her on the edge. She tried to say his name but words were lost to her. He slowed his pumping trying to make the high last as long as possible until he couldn't contain himself any longer. He was straining to keep himself from coming just yet, but he finally had to let go. The buildup of his impending release coupled with the friction of their bodies sliding against each other was driving him mad, and his internal massage put her on edge. She bucked and writhed under him and he grunted with exertion. He felt his release and her body quivered with the intense wave of pleasure that swept over her. She cried out wildly as he began releasing shot after shot of his seed. Another wave hit her and she grasped his sides tearing him up and drawing blood again. He groaned deeply in his throat with his own release feeling the wave of pleasure pulsing through his body. With several final thrusts and another wave of pleasure, he sank down to her – sweat pouring off of him in buckets and the last of his seed flowing into her. The scent of sex filled the room and as he clung to her panting wildly, Logan smiled slyly wondering if Scott was capable of driving a woman this crazy. Logan prided himself on having a gift to please a woman. Danielle gently ran her hands up and down his sides feeling the blood she had drawn. "Oh, Logan, I'm so sorry," she apologized. The wounds were nearly healed and he thought nothing of it other than the fact that they had shared the most incredible sex ever. "You can claw my back anytime, darlin'," he said to her. As he held her for a few moments, he felt her nestle into him. Her breath breezed lightly on his chest. "Five minutes to catch our breath and I want another round," she said. "I can go all night if ya want me to," he replied. "I'm gonna take that as a promise," she responded before he climbed aboard for the second inning. They spent hours together in the throws of passion. It would take days to put his room back they way it was before all of this. |
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