Rogue had searched for Logan all over the mansion, and finally, in frustration, broke into his room for some clue as to his whereabouts.  She gripped the tags with one hand and tapped the fingers of her free hand against her thigh, glancing around the barren room with a sense of hopelessness.
Not only would she not find anything in his room, it had been a stupid idea to imagine that she would've.  The Wolverine left no trace of himself in here, or anywhere in the mansion for that matter.  Instinct, she thought, walking over to the window, and eyeing the woods bordering the property speculatively.

She smiled, lightning-bright, and bounded out of the room, headed to the woods and hopefully, Logan.

She entered the silent world of trees and furry creatures feeling a little more nervous than she would've liked, but discarded the thought before it had time to truly affect her.

"Logan?" she called, then jumped when a loud crack split the air.  She flashed a quick look at her surroundings, but saw nothing out of the ordinary and decided she'd probably stepped on a twig.

She stepped further into the gloom, and called his name again, hearing her voice bounce off the trees and echo lightly back at her.  She shivered at the ghostly sound, nibbled her lower lip and reached up to touch the tag that nestled between her breasts.

She stopped walking when she realized just how deep into the woods she was, and contemplated going back, since it seemed apparent she wouldn't find him here, not unless he wanted to be found.  And it was becoming painfully clear that he didn't, at least not by her.

Rogue turned with a little sigh, and screamed loud enough to wake the dead when she saw Logan leaning against a tree a few metres away from her.

"Logan," she gasped, clutching the dog tag as though it were a talisman against evil, or perhaps fright.  "I didn't hear you. Uh, why didn't you answer me when I called?"

He said nothing, merely stared at her until she felt her skin prickle with what felt like... warning?  You're being ridiculous, Rogue, she thought and dismissed the feeling.  He'd never feel that way about you, and even if he did, he wouldn't do anything about it.

But that stare, that long, level stare sent butterflies careening into her stomach and made her hands shake.  Her throat had dried and her skin felt like it was becoming parchment; completely contradicting that dryness was the wetness pooling between her thighs at the sight of Logan, strong and muscled, sweaty and bare-chested, in front of her.

She licked her lips and his eyes locked onto that small gesture.  She opened her mouth to say something, but found that she couldn't speak.  Ridiculous, she thought again.  Just stop thinking of him half-naked, and of the fact that the two of you are all alone in the woods that no-one but Logan ever comes into.

She'd just about convinced herself that she was fine, was *not* attracted to him, when he grinned and crooked a finger at her.

She couldn't stop herself from moving towards him, didn't know how she would, even if she'd really wanted to.  When she was inches away from him, he reached over and grabbed her by her arms, pulling her towards him then -- in a move so sudden it made her squeak -- turned her around so their positions were reversed.

She was now pressed against the tree, and she could feel her heartbeat begin to pound a rhythm that shot straight to her loins.

He gazed at her for what seemed like hours, just looked and traced and devoured her with eyes that glittered and promised untold sexual delights.  The corner of his mouth lifted in a half-grin, half-snarl, and he held her still with hands that were strong enough to fell a tree.  But that didn't worry her. No matter what he was, what mood he was in, he was still Logan, and he'd die before harming her.

Her nerves tautened until she thought they'd just snap off and leave her a dangling body, held up only by Logan's hands.  The thought wasn't entirely as unpleasant as it should've been -- probably because the idea of being helpless with Logan was somewhat appealing.  Though she didn't need to be physically dependent on him for that to happen; it occurred every time she was in his presence.  How could it not when his every move was a silken web that tangled her up and tied her to him and made desire throb through her at the merest thought of him and his blatant sexuality.

"So," he half-growled, "Little Green Riding Hood comes out to find the big bad Wolverine."

She glanced down at the green hooded cloak she had on over her jeans and blouse.  "Yeah, um, I was cold."

"Were you?" he murmured, rubbing her arms a little and grinning at the hitch in her breathing when his thumb slid over to the bare skin revealed by her slashing V-neck blouse.  "Come out here looking for me, didya?"

She nodded, jerkily, her body a mass of whirling emotions and hot lust, all from the small touch of his thumb to her upper chest.

He stepped closer and her breasts rubbed tantalizingly against his chest.  Her shocked gaze flew up to his and he growled, "You knew what you were doing in coming here.  Now you're going to give me what I need."

"N-need?  Logan, you don't *need* anything from me-"

He crushed her protests with his mouth, tipping her chin down to gain entrance and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.  The kiss was hot, feral, and the growls he made with each plunge of his tongue made her moan and writhe against him, wanting more, wanting to be filled...

He tore off his jeans and her cloak, shredded her blouse and slacks, and before she could comprehend what the cool air brushing against her skin meant, she felt his warm, naked flesh pressing against hers and immediately forget every thought she'd been trying so hard to hold onto.

His hands stroked her over heated skin, cupped her aching breasts and rubbed her nipples until she moaned at the inadequacy of it.  She needed more, needed a harder touch, needed his mouth, needed *him*...

As if he understood what she'd been trying to say, he tore his mouth from hers and, without warning, lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth.  He sucked, strongly, and she moaned and dug her hands into his hair, urging him on, silently begging for more.  He bit her nipple, roughly, and she gasped at the pleasure-pain of it, then he licked it, his tongue slightly soothing but also a hot reminder of exactly what it was they were doing.  She let her head fall back and gulped in air and rubbed her thighs together, because she throbbed and she ached and only he could bank the flames that curled inside her.

He lifted his head and thrust a hand into her hair, tilted her head so she was staring into his eyes, his incredibly *hot*, sexually-charged eyes.  Then he grinned, almost fully animalistic, and gripped her hips with his other hand, bringing her to him, aligning them and wrapping her legs around his waist.  Still staring into her eyes, he traced a finger through the soaked curls between her thighs and snarled his approval.

Logan took her mouth in an eating kiss made her drip with lust, and even as she rubbed her tongue pleadingly against his and arched her hips, his hand in her hair tightened and the thick head of his engorged erection pressed into her swollen folds.

He stopped and she wiggled against, telling him without words what she needed, and he plunged inside of her, hard and without apology.

The pain of it engulfed her, briefly, and he stilled, allowing her innocent body to become used to his size and invasion.  The angle of the kiss changed, so subtly that if her senses hadn't been heightened by the flash of pain, she would've missed it.  It was soft, sweet, and every half-formed doubt dissolved under the gentle pressure of it.

She tightened her legs around his waist, indicating that she wanted the rest of it, *now*.  He broke the kiss and searched her eyes, probably looking for some sign that she was still hurting.  She smiled at him and pulled him back to her, sinking her tongue into his mouth and playing with his the way he'd just taught her.

She lost herself in the kiss, in the world of dreamy desire he'd introduced her to, and it came as somewhat of a surprise when he drew out of her, almost fully, then thrust back in again, over and over and over again...

Rogue was overwhelmed with sensations, plush and lush and hot and wet, filling her and *ful*filling her and making her *feel* every touch and rub and plunging thrust.

Her body felt tense and achy and everything twisted up inside her, twisted and coiled and tightened, and she needed something to happen, *craved* it.  Then everything inside her started to melt and splinter and contract and she screamed his name as he pounded inside her and came with a loud roar that sent the birds in the trees fleeing for safety.

Her legs slid from his sweat-slicked hips and she would've fallen, boneless, to the ground if he hadn't been pressing her to the tree.  The wood at her back made her skin tickle and she could hear Logan's harsh breathing against her ear.  He was still inside her, she thought, and it made her smile at the loveliness of that.  She stroked his hair and let him calm against her.

Finally, he moved his head from her shoulder and looked at her.  She didn't know what she'd expected to see, but satisfaction wasn't it.  He looked... like a man who had everything he'd ever wanted, and was well-pleased with life.

"So," he drawled sexily, and trailed a finger over her cheekbone, "you get what you came for?"

"Hah!  I did *not* come down here for sex, Logan.  I'll have you know-"

"I do know," he interrupted, placing a finger over her lips to silence her.  "Not why you were here, but what counts.  I know that you want me, that you love me.  I know that I like you and that I know who you are; how your lips purse when you're thinking and that you like your coffee with cream and no sugar.  I know that I've wanted you forever, that I loved you even before that.  There's nothing about you that doesn't fascinate me, nothing in you that I won't love 'til the day I die.  And I know you feel the same.  I see it in your eyes whenever we're together, it's in your body language and your reactions, and most importantly, it's in your heart."

She felt tears prick at her eyelids and wanted to break down and weep at the beauty of his words, at the fact that he'd said everything she wanted to hear, everything she felt.  And, knowing that it'd be but a few minutes before she burst into tears, she said, quickly,

"I love you too, Logan."

"I know," he said, voice ringing with self-assurance, and she laughed through the first trickle of tears as he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, transforming her insubstantial fantasies into solid reality, by the magic of his love.
 

THE END