In Dreams


Title: In Dreams
Author: Terri
E-mail: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Darn.
Archive: WRFA, Mutual Admiration, Dolphin Haven, Peep
Hut - all others please ask, and ye shall receive ;)
Feedback: Please! With some leftover Christmas
cookies on top? Good, bad, and ugly welcome........
Summary: Logan's subconscious is pretty much occupied
with two things - sex and Marie. Those aren't
mutually exclusive......
Comments: There's really no excuse for this gratuitous
smut. But I thought I'd share it with you all anyway
;) And for those of you who won't like Scott or Jean
here - just remember it's Logan's subconscious and he
has some definite opinions about them............

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The first one is always the cage. It's where he first
spotted her, so it makes sense to him that this one is
always first. He's defeated several challengers by
the time she's brought into the ring. He fights naked
in the dream, and she's always brought into the cage
naked as well. There's always a full house and always
one last formidable challenger to face before he can
claim his prize.

She stands in the corner, seemingly unbothered by her
nudity or his. He lets his eyes roam over her lithe
body, already thinking of what he will do with her
when he wins. Even now, even when he's caught up in
the dream completely, some part of him knows that it
*is* a dream, his dream, and that means he will win.

This challenger is more formidable than most - about
six inches taller and fifty pounds more muscular than
Logan. He's a dirty fighter too, but Logan lands some
good punches to his gut and back, punches that get him
down, put him on the defensive. He takes a moment to
glance over at Marie. He can't tell if she is hoping
for him to win or his challenger. He turns his
attention back to the other man, relentlessly
pummeling him in an effort to end the fight as quickly
as possible, and to show off his prowess for her a
little.

Finally, under a flurry of vicious blows to the man's
skull, which, although hard, is still only bone, not
metal, he falls. The announcer enters the ring, but
stays on the periphery even as he declares Logan the
winner. He knows, senses somehow, that Logan is
almost all animal now. The crowd starts yelling for
him, cheering him on as he stalks over to his prize.

Marie looks at him with wide eyes when he turns upon
her but still makes no effort to cover herself. Logan
paces to her until his body is pressing hers back
against the mesh wire of the cage. He growls at her,
as though some further, final proof of his dominance
were needed. Her eyes stay with his even as he
snarls, even as he presses an insistent hand to her
breast. The crowd cheers in response to that first
touch and it inflames him. He grabs her by the waist
with both hands and throws her to the mat in the
center of the ring.

She lands on her back with a surprised squeak but
before she can change her position at all, he is on
top of her, pinning her down by the shoulders. Again
she meets his eyes and again he growls at her. Her
eyes somehow soften at that. He roughly nudges a knee
between her legs, parting them. The rules state that
she must be a virgin, but even if they didn't, he
could smell it on her. With one last warning growl,
he enters her all at once, splaying her legs wide open
in the process.

She grunts and wiggles beneath him. He stills her
with his hands and his intense gaze. Her body slowly
adjusts to him and he begins to thrust into her. The
crowd voices its approval and cheers him on. He can
feel her beginning to become wet for him, he can smell
it now. He goes harder, pinning her with both hands
by clutching them to her breasts. She whimpers and
begins to moan as he pounds into her relentlessly.
When her knees come up, letting him penetrate her
fully, he loses all control and everything - the noise
of the crowd, the eyes upon them, the beaten
challengers watching with jealousy and rage -
everything fades back except her. Her body, her heat,
her wetness, her tightness, her scent, her breath, her
sweat, her groans of pleasure - there is only her.
She surrounds him, pulls him in, drowns him inside
her. Finally, he feels her climax and he follows,
their frantic, animal coupling completed in a rush of
movement, liquid, and satisfied sighs.

The crowd applauds. Logan snarls at them, making it
clear who the prize belongs to. As he finishes
warning them off, he feels two small hands frame his
face and he looks down to see Marie smiling up at him
peacefully.

The scene changes and this time she is smiling up at
him from the side of a snowy road as he pulls over to
change his mind and pick her up. She keeps smiling as
she hops in the truck. This time, he leaves the
truck in park and takes a good, long look at his
passenger.

"How old're you, kid?"

"Seventeen," she answers with a blush. The truck is
warm, and she's beginning to remove her outer garments
- her cloak, her gloves, her scarf.

"Do you have any idea what I wanna do with ya?" The
thought that if she did, she'd be running in the
opposite direction crosses his mind.

She shrugs. "I guess you want to make me yours."
He's so stunned by that correct answer that he doesn't
respond right away. She fills the gap. "It's OK, you
know. I know who I am. I know I belong to you. It's
not wrong."

"Off," he finally stammers. "Get the rest of 'em
off." She complies, unbuttoning her sweater, then her
jeans. When she is divested of everything but her
socks, he stills her with a hand to her bare thigh.
Taking one foot in his hand, he lifts it to the level
of his shoulder, and slowly pulls the sock off.
Pushing that leg aside and effectively exposing her
sex to him, he then takes the other foot and repeats
the procedure. With one foot poking at the windshield
and one slung over the seat, she simply lets him look
his fill, waiting for him to make a move.

He looks for a while, then he presses his palm to her
dark curls. She feels rough, stubby fingers stroking
her, exploring. "I'm gonna teach you things. I'm
gonna show you things."

"What will I teach you?"

"Everythin'." With that, he works one finger deeply
inside her, making her writhe a bit. "You're gonna
give me all of you. You're gonna take all of me."

"Yes," she sighs, throwing her arms above her head and
losing herself in the sensations he's producing.

Suddenly, his clothes are gone too, and darkness has
fallen outside. He continues touching her, finding
her g-spot with ease and stroking it until she comes
tangled in screams and moans. She sinks back against
the window when the force of her orgasm fades and
looks at him through eyes heavy with passion. He
grabs her hips, scooting her down the seat and
positioning himself above her. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you," she whispers, and he enters her with a
forceful stroke.

"Like that?"

"Like that," she confirms, bucking her hips against
his. "More."

He begins a quick, steady rhythm, plunging into her
soft, slick folds more deeply with each thrust.
"Fuck," he pants, as it starts to get good. She
wiggles just right as he starts going harder, and his
orgasm, then hers, catch them both off-guard. They
catch their breath for a few moments before she gently
shifts him off of her.

"We should get going," she says by way of explanation
as she draws her seat belt across her naked frame.
The diagonal belt masks one nipple, and Logan reaches
over in annoyance to adjust it so that all of her is
once again on display. "Don't you want to get going?"

"Not yet." He feels this strong urge not to go, to
rather stay here with her, to keep her wholly his,
wholly apart from the rest of the world. "Are you
hungry or somethin'?" Her eyes drift to his lap, and
his penis twitches in response. She casts a sensual,
syrupy smile toward him. "Go on, baby," he
breathlessly encourages.

She unbuckles herself and leans over him, letting her
hot breath caress him before enveloping his tip in her
hot mouth. He watches those big, full lips wrap
themselves around him and he thinks to himself that
this is one thing he will not have to teach her; this
is one thing she's a natural at. She makes her mouth
soft and her throat flexible as she works him in
deeper. Again, his orgasm catches him by surprise,
overtaking him just as she was preparing guide him to
a final release. He finishes emptying himself into
her mouth and watches her swallow. "Baby," he
breathes in gratitude.

The scene changes around them again. This time, he is
the one standing naked and being presented for
appraisal. He is not alone. Chuck, seated, but
naked, is on his left and Scooter, standing
straight-backed with his chin up, is on his right.
Somehow Logan knows that this time, he is not the one
who will do the choosing.

Jean comes to them first, naked herself. She casts an
appraising, affectionate look at Charles, but passes
him by. She stops before Logan, openly appreciative
of his naked form. She lays an arm across her waist
and brings her other hand to her chin. "Hmmm....."

"See anythin' ya like?" he taunts.

"Not enough," she replies, waving him off. She moves
to stand before Scott, and out of nowhere produces a
collar and a leash. Scott bows his head to accept
the collar and she fastens it tightly around his neck.
Logan smirks at that - he always figured Scott for a
bottom. Jean leads him away, occasionally yanking
hard on the chain to get him to stumble a bit.

Ororo is next - she serenely glides right past him and
stops before Charles. She kneels, whispering
something to him in hushed tones, and he reaches out
to caress her face. Logan knows she has made her
choice long before they finally glide past him and
away.

For a while, no one else comes. He gets bored, begins
to fidget. He contemplates masturbating - there's
nothing else to do and he is already naked after all -
but he knows that she will come eventually and he
doesn't want to do anything that will make her pass
him over. Finally she does come, naked like the rest,
and making a b-line right for him. He smiles broadly.


"Hey," she purrs. "I'm sorry I was late. I thought
you might go with Jean."

"She took Scott." Logan is practically bouncing on
his toes with excitement. He can tell by her
expression that she will choose him.

"You might be able to get her to change her mind."

"Nah. I'd rather go with you if you're gonna pick me.
You're gonna pick me, aren't ya?"

"Of course." She closed the distance between them,
looping her arms around his neck. "I love you."

"Good." He presses his lips to hers, kissing her for
the first time and devouring her mouth eagerly.
Everything recedes but the two of them - they remain
front and center. This time, it is slow, gentle,
loving, and not at all animal. This time, he eases
into her and whispers words of love as he does. He
makes it slow, and good for her, and when they climax,
they feel as though they are one - bonded, completed
in each other.

"Mmmmm......." Something soft and warm moves beside
him. He is pulling out of the dreams, back into
reality. Marie shifts, then props herself up on one
elbow. "You were dreaming sugar."

"Did I wake ya?" He mumbles it, reluctant to leave the
dreams behind.

"You were calling out my name. I think. Maybe that
was my dream." Her nose scrunches up as she sleepily
ponders it.

"Havin' sex dreams 'bout me again, huh?" He rolled
atop her, delighting in her giggles. "Better do
somethin' 'bout that. I can't let my woman go
wantin'."

"I never do, sugar." She wiggles beneath him, echoing
her movements in his dreams. He turns his attentions
away from his nighttime fantasies, fully and finally
this time. Reality is usually at least as good, if
not better. After all, he muses, he never had to put
up with naked Chuck and Scooter in this life. In this
life, there was only a warm, welcoming, naked Marie.

 
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