Chapter One: Questions and Answers
"So who do you think I should lose my virginity to," a sultry southern voice drawled, a pair of toned, creamy legs appearing in Logan's peripheral vision as he unceremoniously spit his beer all over the game room carpet. Today just wasn't his day. First he'd come back to Chuck's school after a year on the road with no Marie to greet him. He had hoped for a little alone time; it was one in the morning for goodness sake.
"Jesus, Marie, what in the hell was that? Why are you up so late," he yelled, finally looking over at the guilty party, only to see a sight that made his mouth run dry.
"What in the hell are you wearing," he ground out, his jeans steadily becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second. The girl, no woman, in front of him wore a red camisole top with a dark blue jean skirt that feel to mid-thigh and a toffee colored leather jacket. A pair of strappy heeled sandals adorned her delicate feet. Her striking brunette hair fell in loose waves to a little bit past her shoulders, the white streaks providing a nice contrast.
"You like? Jubes, Kitty, and I went out for a little fun tonight," she said, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Isn't it a little dangerous to show that much skin," he questioned worriedly. He didn't need a stressed out Marie with another person in her head.
"No one told you? I gained control of my powers six months ago," she replied, a smile of excitement lighting her face.
He did not need to hear this. An entirely delectable, touchable Marie was asking him about losing her virginity. Thoughts of her hair spilled around his pillow, the expression of pleasure on her face as he pounded into her luscious body, sweat running in rivulets over every curve was almost more than he could take. He was going to need a very cold shower when he went to bed.
"You still haven't answered my question, sugar. Who should I lose my virginity to," Marie asked in a sweet voice, mischief lighting her eyes. It was always fun playing with Logan, especially when it concerned her welfare. She heard the almost inaudible growl rumbling from the very nice chest belonging to the delicious man sitting next to her.
"Why are you in such a hurry to fuck the first guy you come across," he ground out. He did not need this right now. Besides, no boy, or man for that matter, had any right to touch his Marie. Wait a minute. Since when was she his Marie? Delectable she may be, but she was still far too young for him. However, that still didn't change the fact that he didn't like the thought of some idiot pawing at her.
"Come on, Logan. I have been forced to walk delicately around anyone I've met since I was sixteen. I never got to have a real first kiss for Christ's sake," she stated, a hint of bitterness creeping into her tone. It wasn't easy being unable to touch. For almost six years she had been forced to live on the fringes of society, always too afraid of the consequences should she try to be normal.
"You kissed that kid you put in a coma. And what about Bobby," he growled. A tinkling laugh fell from her lips, a note of disbelief evident. Sometimes men could be so stupid. Maybe she was going to have to spell a few things out for "mister tall, dark, and growly."
"Logan, you can hardly classify David as a kiss. And Bobby wasn't exactly a true experience. I started sucking on his life force before it even got good," she said. Sure, she had cared about the "Iceman," but it had only ever been an infatuation. Besides, they had both been too scared of her power to fully explore where their relationship would go. And then he'd met Kitty. Not that she was jealous of her two friends' happiness, but it wasn't conducive to getting what she wanted.
"That still doesn't explain why you think it necessary to jump some stranger," the more than irritated Wolverine said. She could practically see the steam coming out of his ears and the hackles rising. If she didn't know any better, she would say he was jealous. But Marie knew perfectly well that Logan would never return her feelings; at least not with a little help. That was what had led her to her current predicament. She figured putting her wants out there would either force him to act or let her know once and for all where they stood. Then maybe she could proceed forward with her life.
"Logan, I want to experience all the firsts I've missed. I want the first earth shattering kiss I should have gotten when I was sixteen. I want to experience what sex is like, not just read about it in books and hear about it from friends," she blurted out passionately. Well, if that wasn't blunt enough, she didn't know what was.
"So you think you should just pick some random guy to do this stuff with? Darlin' you should be doin' that kind of stuff with someone you love," he said roughly. He did not need to be thinking of Marie and sex. His pants were continuing to get more and more uncomfortable. If he didn't get her to leave soon, he was in for an embarrassing time. He couldn't help the wave of jealousy that hit him at the thought of one of the many boys in the mansion seeing Marie naked, giving her pleasure. He felt the need to impale something just thinking about it.
"I do want to do it with the man I love. He even saved my life, not once but twice. Unfortunately, he had it in his thick head that I'm too young and he's too jaded. So, I have to settle for second best. I'll give you a couple days to think of someone. Goodnight Logan," she murmured, rising from her spot and gracefully leaving the room. Logan watched the gentle swell of her hips sway back and forth hypnotically as she headed for her room, lost in thought. There wasn't any way he could have missed to whom she was referring to. Damn, he was going to have to do something about this. He was either going to have to take what she was so blatantly offering him or let her go. But first, he needed a cold shower. A really long, really cold shower.