of the Wolverine
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Logan takes a glance at his animal counterpart during some intimate moments
with the woman who loves them both.
This little smutty ficlet was prompted by a bit of fb to Inner-Marie to the
Rescue from Kristine (I think) wondering what Wolverine would think of talking
with Inner-Marie. That isn't quite this story - and I know you're all
shocked by my veering off-course from the original bunny ;) I can only plead
continuing NyQuil-induced psychosis After all, I'm fairly sure those dancing
purple peeps I'm seeing now don't exist in reality ;)
I can tell
this is a bad idea. A very bad idea. He thinks so too.
Dunno why he's lettin' me peek a little if he's so against it. Must
trust Marie a lot. Must trust her like I do.
at Marie. She's not afraid. She smiles a little then lowers her
head, keeping her eyes down. At the last moment, she tilts her neck,
exposing her jugular to him. With a snarl, he moves to bite her there,
very gently, just enough so she feels his teeth, his dominance.]
I can guess
why he's that way. We almost lost Marie in that fight. Despite
havin' my powers now, she ain't indestructible, and she's gotta quit fightin'
like she is. We coulda lost her, and I can understand why he'd wanna
reaffirm that he has her, that she's his. Maybe it's also a little
'bout showin' her who's in charge, lettin' her know we fuckin' mean it when
we say not to take chances like that.
turning her around, putting her back to him. Both of them are naked
now, and his blood is screaming for her. She leans over, bracing her
hands on the bathroom counter, and presents her sex to him. He growls,
meets her eyes in the mirror in front of them both, and plunges into her
keep him back for too long, and 'specially not after a fight. 'Specially
not after a fight where I hadta let him out to be sure we saved Marie.
It was like that time on the statue, like when I stabbed these claws through
my own chest to get to her. Sometimes I need him. Sometimes I
think he knows that, uses that.
her hips hard enough to mark them as he pumps furiously into her. They
are watching each other in the mirror. His face is twisted in the throes
of possession and lust; hers in transcendent pleasure.]
do it like this with her, never from behind. That's him, that's the
panting and moaning. He thrusts faster, almost in a frenzy, and begins
to growl along with the grunts and sighs. Her head lolls back and forth
as her body struggles with and against his. Her skin is flushed and
her breasts bounce wildly in time with his movements. She is no longer
holding her feet; he is holding her to the counter.]
he never hurts her, never scares her. She says we're both good to her.
She says not to be ashamed of him. I dunno.
now, in loud, long, sustained snarls and growls, and baring his teeth.
She whimpers and as they collide again she finally comes, screaming from
the center of her body all the way out. His hands lock on her hips and
he drives himself inside her to the hilt, holds himself there as he orgasms.
He has to drive deep to plant his seed, to mark his mate. Her eyes
come up in the mirror as he finishes emptying himself. They are warm
reason I didn't wanna be with her was him. It was bad enough that she
got him in her head along with me. He's the beast, the unreasonin',
mindless, primal beast. I didn't wanna take the chance that he'd do
somethin' to hurt her. He doesn't love her, I don't think. I
don't think he can love. I was scared that he'd force her or - or somethin'
even worse 'cause all he knows is that he wants her; all he can think is
that she's his. It's literally all that runs through his mind sometimes.
I can feel him enough to know that.
to biting her at the jugular as they both recover a bit. It is a way
to hold her in place, to assure that she will not leave before he is ready
to go again. And he will be ready to go again soon.]
time he got out around Marie, he had her on the ground and had half of her
top off before I could get control back. That it happened in fronta
Scooter and Chuck and Jeannie didn't help things. But Marie just smiled
a little and said it was OK. She said she understood and that she wasn't
scared. I was.
very slowly, and with every hint of her body language signaling deference,
she turns in his arms, careful to allow him to break the bite instead of wresting
herself free of it. She looks up at him with tenderness and repositions
herself to lie on her back on the counter. He grabs for her, wanting
to turn her back to the previous position, but she surprises him. She
leans toward him and nips at his lips, just a little bite with her teeth
and a lick with her tongue. It's enough to get the attention of the
time he got out, I couldn't get control back. I came back to myself
with Marie lyin' next to me and for a second the fact that we were both horizontal
scared the livin' shit outta me. But then I noticed she still had her
clothes on. I didn't, but she did. She said of course he didn't
try anythin' too rough, of course he was OK with her. After all, Logan,
she said, he's a part of you. Yeah, darlin', I told her, he's the worst
part of me.
at him a few more times, drawing interested growls and return bites and licks.
Then she shifts her legs to open to his hips, guiding him so that his erection
brushes against her soaking wet sex. He gets the idea. Now, she
kisses him, with an open mouth and tongue. He likes that even more and
he penetrates her body as she kisses him again. Soon, he is thrusting
at a hectic pace. Their mouths never part.]
the third time they've had sex. The first time I tried to hide it from
her that I'd lost control, that it wasn't really me, but she knew right off.
She said she can tell when he surfaces 'cause he doesn't talk in words, not
at all. Only growls, like an animal. My heart just 'bout broke
when I thought 'bout him bein' like that with her, with my sweet little Marie.
But she told me it was OK, that she understood why he'd come out and that
she understood that he needed to have her too. She swore on her life
and everythin' she held holy that it wasn't bad for her or hurtful, and I
believed her. But I never wanted him to come out again.
is arching and throaty moans escape her lips. He likes the upward thrust
of her breasts in this position, and he latches onto them with both hands.
That causes her body to thrash against his in a way he also likes.
His pace increases, and his growls come louder, longer, deeper.]
me to try to peek in on them the next time he was out. He won't lemme
look, usually, but Marie was pretty sure he'd let me look this time.
I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I wasn't sure I wanted to see.
catches him a bit off guard and he lets loose, forcing her legs all the way
apart with the last few thrusts. She was waiting, holding out for him
and just barely so, and when she feels the gush of hot, thick fluid inside
her, she lets go. Her arm flails, knocking off the vase and cosmetics
on the counter beside her. He throws his head back and howls.]
basic. Even more so than me. He wants one thing - well, two things.
He wants to survive - that's just the animal instinct, the self-preservation
that we're all hard-wired with. He wants to survive and he wants Marie.
He just wants her. I wasn't sure I wanted to see how that would play
out when it's not restrained by considerations like Marie's well-bein', her
happiness, her pleasure and satisfaction. I wasn't sure I wanted to
see what that would be like - to drown in her, lose myself in her, forget
everythin' else, even her.
her over one shoulder and carries her to the bed, laying her gently down
in it. There are more swiftly healing marks on her back and shoulders
and her hair is messed up in an entirely different way than it was when Logan
saw it last. He's missed something. The Wolverine has edited
lemme see all of it, the bastard. Wantsta keep some of it to himself.
Possessive little fucker.
to face him as he lies beside her in the bed. He growls at her softly
and motions with his head to turn over, to put her back to him. She
shakes her head and whimpers, then burrows into his body, nestling her face
against his shoulder so that her lips rest against his jugular. She
lays a gentle, reverent kiss there, then begins caressing him with plain
tenderness and affection. An appreciative rumble leaves his chest.]
Oh my God,
wouldya look at that? She's just like that with me, after. Gentle,
lovin', tender. Only with me she talks too, she says words that make
my heart ache with how beautiful they are sometimes. With him she sighs
and whimpers and touches. She talks to him in his language, just like
she talks to me in mine. And I can feel how he takes it, how it moves
him. Wouldnta thought he had a heart, but it feels just like it does
inside me when she's like that. But how can she be like that to him,
to the beast?
slow as sleep begins to overtake her. As soon as her breathing evens
out, he begins licking her, grooming her hair away from her face, then disappearing
beneath the blankets, presumably to groom her elsewhere. When he reappears,
he turns her so that her back is to him, and he enfolds her from behind, tucking
her head beneath his chin and securing her to him with legs and arms.
He purrs at her as he falls into sleep himself. Just before he sleeps,
his large hand finds her tiny one and interlaces their fingers.]
I shouldn't wake her but I gotta know. "Marie, darlin'?"
you do that? Why'd you touch him and kiss him like that?"
I can tell him I love him. He doesn't understand the words and sex
is - sex is different. I think he understands when I touch him that
baby, sorry, go back to sleep." Look at me, gettin' wet in the eyes
like some kinda little kid.
OK?" She's definitely up now, up and all worried 'bout me. Only
Marie. Only Marie would worry if someone ya can't kill is OK and if
some dumb, savage animal can understand love.
darlin'. He let me see a little. It was just - it was a lot.
But you sleep now, baby. Everythin's OK."
you. All of you. Everything is OK." Like I said, words
so beautiful they make my heart hurt.
too. Go on back to sleep baby." I'll just let both of 'em rest
for now. They're both with me for the duration, that much is for sure.
And maybe, maybe I can live with him, maybe there's a place for him with
me and Marie. Maybe if she can accept him, love him, I can tolerate
him. Maybe one day, he'll let me in on all of it. Until then,
I'm gonna just hang on the woman who managed to love us both. That's
a rare find. Only one in the whole world as a matter of fact.
Only one Marie.