A Life Less Cautionary
by
Lady-T


Disclaimer: Until Marvel decide to pay the fanfic community for services rendered, let's just say it's unofficial, K?

Feedback: Wanted, adored and lusted after, like a naked Wolverine leaping out of a birthday cake, smothered in whipped cream and cherry halves

Notes: This has a lame, LAME excuse for a plot, but look, the title is kinda' like the name of that Ewan movie...

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"Well that went well..."

Logan cursed loudly in the confines of the steel room, shaking his head as he grudgingly regained consciousness. He could hear the churn of water directly outside and guessed that he was probably still on board the ship, secreted away in a locked corner somewhere.

Rust dripped in slippery brown rivulets down the inside of the bulkhead, one particularly insistent leak plopping repeatedly right on the top of his head.

Logan scowled.

His arms were cramping painfully from the unnatural, twisted position he was chained into as he sat slumped on the floor. His wrists were pinned behind his back and firmly fastened to a thick steel pipe, his hands bent back sharply so that popping his claws would only result in puncturing his own kidneys... and damn it if that wasn't bad enough, he was sitting in a wet patch.

The ship swayed slightly, creaking at the joints and he swore again, mentally replaying the events that had landed him here.

Nefarious bad guys, check. Nothing unusual there. A twisted, evil scheme, check. Not that he knew what the evil schemes were about half the time, but there always was one. Strange and random location, check. In this case the crusty, leaking, ex-tanker Gillymoore. Then after that, go in and hack, slash, slice and dice, come out victorious and be home in time for dinner...

Yeah, it was that last part that hadn't quite gone to plan. Or mostly, the part involving Juggernaut beating him into unconsciousness hadn't quite gone to plan. Mostly because it wasn't actually part of the plan.

He was just about to start swearing profusely again when a sharp hissing noise directly above his head grabbed his attention. He craned his neck back, blinking in surprise as among the shadows lining the ceiling he could just make out the shape of a face.

He sniffed the air surreptitiously.

"Rogue...?"

She waved and smiled at him, dropping down through the hatch in the ceiling and landing lightly by his feet.

"Logan, Logan, Logan... What have you gotten yourself into now?"

She had a smirk on her face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You gonna' get me out of here, kid, or are you just gonna' stare at me?"

She pursed her lips in mock consideration, tapping her chin with a neatly manicured finger.

"I think... I'll just stare at you."

He grumbled. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

She nodded her head. "Oh yes definitely. Don't get complacent, you used to say. Don't get sloppy, and above all, don't get caught." She shook her head. "Looks like you could use a little of your own advice there, Wolverine."

He huffed impatiently. "Just get me out of here. You can gloat later. Right now we have to escape before anyone notices you're around."

He yanked at his bonds again, making the chains rattle against the pipework for a moment before he realised she still hadn't moved.

In fact she was still standing there, that smirk on her lips, her head shaking slightly.

He growled a warning then. "Marie..."

She just smiled wider, crouching down on her haunches to bring herself level with him for a moment.

"The X-Men have somewhat been and gone, Logan," she said. "It took all of them to bring Juggernaut down and it's taking all of them to get him back to prison. In fact that's where they're all headed at the moment. They left me here to come and rescue you." She flicked idly at a speck of imaginary dirt on her uniform. "However... first we need to have a little talk."

He looked at her incredulously.

"You want what, kid?"

She sighed. "A talk, a conversation, one of those things where we use words to discuss issues affecting ourselves. And for the love of all that is sacred, stop calling me kid."

He scowled again. He was doing a lot of that today it seemed.

"Look, half-pint, I don't know what it is you want to discuss, but can't we do this later...? At home...? When I'm not chained to a pipe...?"

She shook her head. "Sadly not. See, I know you are a master of avoidance and frankly, having you chained to a pipe is one of the best ways I've seen of getting you to stay in one place long enough to get a few things sorted out."

He eyeballed her warily. "Like what?"

"Like the fact that I'm not a kid any more, Logan. It's an issue we've been dancing around for too long already, so I decided it was about time we did the obvious and just got on with things." She reached out her hand, resting it on one of his bent knees before sliding it slowly down his thigh.

His eyes grew wide as she lay her palm across his crotch, giving it a light squeeze as he tried to jerk out of the way.

"Holy-... back the fuck up, kid! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She gave him that smile again, laughter dancing in her eyes at the confusion on his face. "See, what did I just tell you, Logan...? I'm not a kid any more. You never did listen to a damn word I said. It's always the truth according to Logan, and what really happens bears no relation to what you insist is reality."

Her hand was making slow, massaging movements across his crotch now, pressing into the flesh beneath his uniform with long fingers and coaxing it into an automatic, wakening state.

"I'm not a kid. I haven't been for years. And you are no longer my teacher, mentor, father, brother, uncle, protector or whatever the hell you thought you were. But that isn't exactly my whole reason for doing this."

Her other hand joined the first, caressing up and down his inner thigh, digging her fingers into the hard muscle as he drew in a sharp breath.

"I was going to wait till tonight you know? Sneak up and zap you just enough to knock you out. Tie you to the bedposts and all that kinda' thing." She paused. "I still might do that some time actually, but then this situation here presented itself and it just seemed far too perfect an opportunity to miss. Why ignore fate?" She gave him her most taunting, innocent look. "Y'see, I've been waiting for just the right moment all damn day... just the right time to get you when you can't complain."

Oh no, he definitely wasn't complaining... well not exactly. He still had a scowl on his face and a growl on his lips, but his body was stiffening under her palm and he couldn't deny that it felt damn good...

Knowingly good, in fact. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

He pulled himself together slightly at that thought, jerking his leg to knock her hands away. She raised an eyebrow at him with good-natured tolerance and went to twist her hair up out of the way instead.

He was still growling.

"Don't tease wild animals, kid, they tend to bite back."

She laughed at him, resting her elbows on her knees as she crouched on the floor.

"God, I hope so," she smiled.

"Look... Rogue..." he ground out. "Let me out of these chains and we will discuss this when we get home..."

Rogue shook her head slowly, a gesture that he now realised was signalling yet another blow to his much-coveted freedom.

"Again with the interruptions," she sighed. "You really are a most infuriating person. Don't make me use Duct tape, because you know I will."

Logan scowled but wisely shut up.

"That's better," Rogue said. "Now, do you know what today is, Logan?"

He didn't respond, unless you count some mild pouting as an answer.

"Today is your three year Anibirthary," she said, looking at him as if she expected some kind of reaction.

Logan looked blank. "My what?"

"Anibirthary." Rogue placed her palm over his knee again, her fingers rubbing in slow circles through the leather as she spoke. "It's the anniversary of the day we met and also the day I have decided to start calling your birthday. Because no one knows when it actually is and I figure only having one date to remember would be easier for all involved."

Logan blinked. "My what...?" he said again.

Rogue sighed and rapped him on the head with her knuckles. "Try and keep up, Logan. I know Juggernaut concussed you and everything but it's not that hard to grasp. It's been three years since I first met you and it's also what I've decided from now on will be your birthday. That makes today your three year Anibirthary, and in honour of that auspicious event I have decided it was time we made a few changes. Settled a few issues. Cleared up a few misconceptions..."

She could see his eyes start to glaze over as her hand began to make the slow creep down the inside of his thigh once again, the feel of her swift, sure hands creeping lower firing something that felt suspiciously like anticipation in the pit of his stomach.

"So tell me, Logan. Are you going to complain the whole time or are you going to sit back and enjoy your Anibirthary present? Because either way you know I get to do whatever I want, right?"

Logan grunted and let his head drop back against the metal wall with a heavy, echoing thump as she squeezed his crotch through the leather of his uniform. This was a bad thing... a very, very good-feeling bad thing. A really, very right, good-feeling, nice, bad thing that involved all kinds of really awful, terrible, nice rubbing and...

He frowned in sudden annoyance and raised his head to glare at her as she stopped kneading his aching crotch and instead started yanking off his shoes. Rogue winked at him, that perpetually adopted state of evil amusement still lighting her features. She tossed one of the heavy, black boots over her shoulder, the other following it as soon as she managed to tug it off his foot. Socks went next, right along with any remaining objections he may have been harbouring as she crawled straight up his body and straddled his lap.

"So... Logan..." she grinned, tapping her fingers against the stiff leather on his chest as her knees came to rest either side of his hips. "Enjoying yourself?" She gave her lower half a shimmy, rubbing tantalisingly across the body between her thighs, laughing as he inhaled sharply at the pressure.

"I'll take it as a yes. You're good for my ego, sugar."

Logan tried to growl, a sound that somehow wound up as a wistful sigh as she drew the zipper slowly, teasingly down his chest, the sweat-dampened skin underneath shivering at the first bite of the cold dockland air. Rogue slowly pushed apart the sides of his jacket, leaning in to softly kiss up his neck, lips barely even brushing the skin as she lay her palms flat against his chest.

His flesh was solid under her hands, the twisted restraint of his arms stretching his shoulders back and pulling skin tight across muscle as she let the heat of him soak into her fingers.

He was a man never more grateful for the control over her mutation as he was now, her soft lips feathering down into the crook of his neck, the tip of her tongue just flicking out now and then as her hands slowly began to move. Her palms slid across hard pectorals, drawing lines on his taut chest before she paused to ghost her fingertips over his nipples, the soft pads caressing just over the tip of each little bud.

Logan shuddered. It felt good, all kinds of hot, twisting good, her mouth pressed against his skin, licking and warm while her hands slid slowly down to rub his stomach. His head dropped back again, eyes closing as he swallowed, feeling the heat of her body so close as she sat astride him. He squirmed under her, revelling in the friction it caused against his groin and she licked around to the other side of his throat, planting a wet, suckling kiss just below his ear. Her warm breath puffed along his hairline as her fingertips slid upwards again and drew another round of circles over the flat nubs on his chest.

A full-body shiver ran though him, heat growing irresistibly between his legs and he could feel her laugh silently, her hands wandering upwards to push the jacket further away from his stretched back shoulders. The leather bunched around his elbows but she ignored it, happy for now just to bare his chest for her attention as she slowly traced a line down the front of his throat. She set about kissing his collarbone then, interspersing it with warm rasps of her tongue and the lightest graze of teeth as her fingertips returned again to his nipples, rubbing teasingly over the firm little peaks.

"Oh God..."

He breathed her name, the swelling in his pants physically starting to hurt as the unsympathetic uniform refused to give. She ignored him, trailing a single-minded line of kisses down his sternum before she leaned in close, rolling the hot flat of her tongue right over the top of the nipple her fingers had just been stroking.

Logan jerked and tried to squirm out of his restraints, his eyes slamming tightly shut as she slowly licked his nipple again, her thumb running languid circles around its counterpart.

"Marie... uhnf..." he breathed, whining a little as she switched sides, his hips starting to roll into the pressure of her body shifting in his lap.

"Marie, I need..." Too good, no don't stop...

She lifted her head, fingers returning to take the place of her mouth on his wet skin as she stroked him slowly, methodical caresses ceaselessly winding back and forth over the sensitive buds.

"What do you need, Logan?"

She pressed her pelvis down onto him hard, crushing them together and he gasped. Don't think about her fingers, don't think about... back and forth, feels so good...

"Logan...?" she placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, watching intently as his lips parted. For speech or in invitation she couldn't be sure but she took the advantage, kissing him deeply and he moaned, long and slow like a pressure valve as her fingers kept on moving. Up and down now, no, don't think about her fingers...

"Marie..." she tasted so good on his tongue... "Marie, please..."

She licked along his bottom lip, slowly sucking it into her mouth and biting it before pulling back to face him. "What do you want, Logan...?" Another roll of her hips...

"Pants..." he gasped, his face creasing at the pleasure pain, her shifting body, the tight, unforgiving leather. "Undo the pants..."

She smiled, one hand sliding down his stomach to the hardened, leather-trapped flesh nestled between her thighs. Her fingertips toyed with the zipper as her lips found his ear.

"No."

She cupped him slowly, the path of her fingers translating onto his skin through the layer of uniform, ridges of pressure just heavy enough to make it torturous, just light enough to deny satisfaction.

"Marie..." He could feel the tight, twisting pull that begged him for relief, the crest of a wave that, had he been free, he would have embraced. Would have wrapped himself in the heat of his fist and jerked hard enough to make it all crash down.

Instead she turned her hand over and shoved it between them, shifting her weight forward to press her pelvis against her palm, the hard ridge of her knuckles riding over his trapped cock and making him hiss. She curled her fingers into a tight fist, the sensation making him arch before she flattened her hand again, pushing slowly back and forth between their bodies. He tensed, panting as she indulged in the teasing, rhythmical motion she established, dragging heavily across his hard, sensitive flesh in the tiny fraction of space afforded between her thighs.

He whined, unable to stop himself pressing up into the slow, shifting friction, sandwiched in crushing heat, the fingernail flicking his nipple, the lips on his ear, the heat of her...

"Unh... fuck..." He gasped, body arching as he suddenly came, fingers turning white as his bound hands clenched into fists. The shooting heat poured through his body lightening fast as he threw his head back and moaned, every muscle tensing unbearably tight before final, quick release, a flurry of twitching thrusts and the hot, sticky wet feeling that settled around his crotch.

His head flopped heavily, chest following the rise and fall of his panted breaths as he gasped, feeling her wicked, delicious, wonderful fingers slowly sink into his sweat-dampened hair.

He sighed, peeling his eyelids open to see her grinning at him, her eyes shining with heat and passion still as she took his lips in a slow, soothing kiss.

"I always wanted to make you cum in your shorts, sugar," she whispered. "That was easier than I thought." The laughter in her voice was still evident as she cradled his head in her palms.

Logan moaned slightly. "I'm not wearing any shorts, darlin. That's why I wanted you to open the pants..."

Rogue laughed, swaying her hips against him, the hard ridge of flesh pressed tightly against the inside of his uniform still nestling hotly between her thighs.

"Hard again already, sugar?" she asked with a smile.

Logan grimaced, hissing a little as she ground down on him.

"Never went away, darlin... aah... Will you untie me now...?".

She positively beamed, rubbing her body against his pelvis in constant, maddening circles.

"Nope."

"Rogue..."

"I'm not done, sugar. This is too good to ignore."

He closed his eyes again, grimacing both in pain and at the wet feeling inside his uniform. "I was worried you were gonna' say that..."

"Well see that was part one of the plan," she said. "The Anniversary 'Rogue is not a kid' part. Do I have you convinced yet? Cause we can keep doing this for as long as it takes..."

She rolled her hips, enjoying the hard crush of muscle between her legs, biting her lip as it sent a delicious shiver up her spine.

Logan winced. "Tempting as that sounds, I think you made your point." Not that he needed much convincing in the first place, he thought. "Now will you untie me?"

She shook her head again and he sighed.

"Because there's still part two of the plan," she whispered, pressing herself slowly against his bare chest. "I've still not given you your birthday present yet."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Right now I'd settle for being untied and changing my pants..."

"You're like a cranky little Canadian smorgasbord, aren't you?" she smirked. "I'd say you were an all-meat open sandwich but I think that might be taking the suggestive food references just a little too far."

Logan whined at the back of his throat. "Rogue, please..."

She silenced him, pressing her lips roughly to his for another deep, hungry kiss, a duel of tongues that left him breathless with the taste of her, the embers of spent fire smouldering hotly in his body.

"That's better," she murmured.

"So what other evil deeds do you have planned for me on my new birthday?" he murmured. "Or am I safer not knowing? Cause I've already been sexually molested by this weird Southern girl..."

"Sexually molested?" she said. "I don't think it counts when your effusions get the better of you, sugar..."

"MY effusions...?" he exclaimed.

"Well you're the one who effused all over the inside of your uniform."

He opened his mouth to protest but she silenced him with her lips once more, getting lost in the soft, giving crush of his kiss before eventually pulling back with a small, wistful sigh.

"If I'd known before how well that shut you up, I'd have done this a long time ago," she whispered. "Now are you going to stop complaining and open your present?"

He rattled his chains forlornly and looked at her, sharp eyes glittering. "I think that might involve untying me."

"Well I'll just have to do it for you then," she whispered, her tongue tracing the line of his lip as her hips ground down into his pelvis one last time.

His eyes rolled back into his skull and she laughed, something bordering on pure wickedness sparkling in her as she began to run kisses down his neck again. She bit briefly into his bare shoulder, the fleeting sting of her teeth making him grunt before she continued on, her hands pressed to either side of his ribs as she shuffled backwards just enough to press kisses to his stomach.

He could feel the muscles there flutter and twitch at the tickle of her lips, his body aching fiercely in response as her tongue flashed out. It pressed quickly into his belly button before vanishing again, his lips parting in anticipation as the slick, wet caress fired heat directly into his groin.

He watched her with heavy, passion-drugged eyes as her mouth wound a trail down his abdomen, the leather-encased flesh between his thighs growing heavier with the urge to feel her lips wrapped around him. Aching for the flick of her tongue and the cool, soft release from the tight, damp uniform.

Her hands reached down between them, fingers yanking at the waistband of his leather pants and he hissed sharply, squirming in discomfort before she popped open the first button.

His skin was hot, slightly damp with sweat under the material, flushed with arousal as she slowly dragged down the zipper. Directly inside his uniform was wet, skin slick and shiny with his own release and she eased her hand in, pressing the palm along his hot, turgid length before taking firm hold of it. Logan's face creased up with the sharp bite of pain as she finally pulled his dark, swollen cock out of the confining leather, freeing him from the tight grip of the uniform as he gasped in silent relief. He was breathing hard, fingers curled as he felt her stroking him, pulling her hand gradually down the length of his shaft before releasing his rigid flesh to the cold air, leaning back with a shudder as she licked her lips.

She slowly rose to her feet, tearing herself away from everything she imagined and more, kicking off her boots before yanking down the zip of her jacket. She shrugged it off quickly, tugging her arms out of the sleeves and revealing the white tank top underneath before she hastily attacked the fastening on her pants. The black leather dropped to the floor around her feet and she kicked them away, taking hold of the bottom of the shirt finally and dragging it up and over her head.

Logan clenched his teeth, feeling a moan of pure, desperate want swell up inside him as the tank top rose, revealing her bare chest underneath. Round breasts topped with dusky nipples, the buds swiftly hardening with the cold. She slipped her thumbs into the waist of her panties and dragged them down over her hips before pausing to look at him, a half-smile flickering across her lips at his hungry response to her nakedness.

He could smell her intensely in the confined room, the sweet, musky scent of sex that just begged him to bury his face between her thighs and taste her. He growled slightly, craning forward as far as his chains would allow, aching in anticipation as she stepped towards him.

She leaned over and pushed his shoulders hard back into the wall, dropping to her knees again astride his pelvis as she pressed her mouth to his lips and kissed him hard.

He could feel her, the wet of her sex pressing against the underside of his upright cock, her soft skin smothering him in delicious temptation. He wanted to reach out and touch her, taste her, feel the glide of bare skin over his tongue as she leaned back slowly, arching her spine, displaying herself for his view.

The desire to touch was almost like a physical ache, his eyes fixed on her breasts as her hands rose to caress them, palms cupping the flesh in exactly the way he wanted to do it himself. Either hand filled with a pale, firm globe, each tipped with a dusty pink nipple, both nipples tender and hard in the cold night air. He moaned audibly as she dropped her head, glancing up at him through a curtain of hair as she stroked her thumbs briefly over the peak of each nipple.

"You like them or should I take them back?" she asked, raising herself up on her knees as the man beneath her made a strangled sort of whimpering noise.

"Marie..."

Logan jerked at his chains again, the metal clanking noisily in the hollow room as she took his head gently in her hands once more.

"Please untie me..."

She smiled but didn't answer, guiding him instead to the soft, sweet-smelling heat in the valley between her breasts. The skin was smooth against his cheek and Logan desperately turned his face into it, moaning slightly as he pressed fevered kisses and surreptitious licks to whatever flesh he could reach, always somehow just unable to reach the tempting looking peak he so anxiously wanted to taste.

The hot caress of his mouth on her skin made her shiver, whispering his name and arching just enough to twist into his attention and he leaped at the opportunity. His mouth latched onto the offered nipple with desperate hunger as he ran his tongue in fast, wet caresses over the tender nub, the feel of her fingers digging into the back of his neck spurring him on as she gasped in pleasure.

He licked furiously at the hard little bud trapped in his mouth, the feel and the taste, the texture against his tongue making him greedy for more. Marie screwed her eyes closed in response, addicted to the sensation as he sucked hard, her body screaming as she ground her sex against him.

"Logan..."

One of her hands crept up the back of his neck, clutching his hair between her fingers as she tugged his head back sharply, breaking the suction. She was breathing almost as hard as he was, his eyes heavy and glazed with black as he panted hungrily, lips still parted and damp.

She breathed his name again and he didn't even reply, just pulled forward, taking her mouth with his own as he jerked his arms in another futile effort to get free. Her answering moan of pleasure was muffled by his tongue and she pressed her hands against his hard muscled shoulders, enjoying the taste of him before shoving him hard back against the wall again.

The kiss broke with a satisfyingly wet smack as his shoulders thumped into the pipes and she leaned her body along the length of his chest, one hand tangling again in the hair at the back of his neck while the other crept down between them. It settled in the tight space between her thighs and Logan closed his eyes briefly, pressing his hips up into the soft, hot weight across his lap. The shifting of her fingers made his already hard body ache with a fierce, unrelenting heat, her touch grazing against him as she worked at something he couldn't see. Her breasts were pressed flat against his chest, the closeness of her obscuring the view as her hand endlessly squirmed around in the tiny fraction of space between them. She bit her lip, keening slightly as she worked, only sliding her hand free after what seemed to him like torturous eternity of twitching pressure.

Rogue tightened her grip on Logan's hair, tilting his head back slightly as she brought her other hand up to his face. The musky, wet scent coating her fingers made his stomach twist sharply with unadulterated want and he growled low in his chest. She held the wet fingers just under his nose and he jerked forwards sharply, grabbing the digits between his teeth before sucking on them with ravenous hunger, the taste of her sex fresh on the skin. She gasped, shuddering at the feeling of his sharp teeth and the speed of his tongue, the rough, hungry, lick and bite as he moaned his appreciation. He sucked her fingers clean, only letting her pull them out from between his lips when all trace of her flavour was gone, the black heat filling his eyes as he looked at her.

"You like that, Logan?" she whispered. He answered with a flash of sharp, white canine and a hard buck of his hips, the sudden thrust crushing his swollen cock against the juncture of her legs and making her hiss in pleasure.

"I'll take that as a yes..." she gasped, arching her back as she ground down against him, watching him screw up his face at the bite of unslaked desire.

"Jesus, Rogue..."

"You want the rest, Logan?"

Her hand slid down his chest and stomach, taking hold of the wet skin of his cock and pumping it hard as she covered his mouth with her own. He moaned into her as she ran her fist over his length, silently pleading for more as instead she stilled her movement. He felt like his body was screaming, the anticipation deadly as she held him firm, her hand perfectly still on his cock before she guided him to the opening of her sex.

His toes curled with the intense pleasure, a muffled grunt escaping past his lips before Rogue pulled her head back, moaning loudly as his flesh parted her, sinking deeply into her body. She clenched the walls of her sex tightly, rolling her hips as she bit her lip, the deep, satisfying ache making her dizzy as he filled her to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around Logan's neck, pulling him against her chest and holding onto him desperately as he buried his face in her shoulder, the agonising tightness around his cock making it impossible to think.

He was helpless to do anything but let her ride him, the desire to wrap his arms around her almost painful, the need to hold her hips and sink in hard, his vision hazing as he pressed his open mouth against her throat. Her hands clawed endlessly through his hair, clutching dark tufts in her fists as she rocked slowly on his body, dragging out the pleasure of finally feeling him stretch her open.

"Darlin' please... Ungh..." he gasped as she thrust down hard, creasing his face up as he fought for breath. "God... Wanna touch you..."

He was whining. He knew he sounded pathetic. He didn't care. He just felt her forehead drop onto his shoulder as she clawed her fingers across his naked skin. His eyes closed, panted breaths coming hard and fast as he struggled for release, the roll and thrust of her pelvis driving him slowly insane.

It felt like every blood vessel in his body was pointed towards his cock, heat swelling and spreading up his spine as he shuddered, hips twitching as much as they could as he tilted his head back and moaned. He could feel Rogue panting desperately, her mouth latching on to his once more and sucking on his tongue as her body began to loose its rhythm.

Logan clenched his eyes shut, intensity clouding his brain as she suddenly squeezed down, jerking roughly around the intrusion into her body, making him yell. She pushed herself back, hands grabbing tightly around his shoulders as she bucked fiercely, hard and fast, riding herself towards intense completion as orgasm ripped suddenly through his body. It was like a white hot burst of feeling as he gasped and jerked up into her, sinking deep and holding there, his head pressing back into the steel wall as he swore, feeling himself ejaculate into the constricting, pulsing heat of her sex as she cried out in her own ecstasy.

Panting hard he fell backwards against the pipes, her fingers slowly uncurling from his shoulders as he swallowed. The grip loosened as she gradually came down from her release, the bruises she caused paling as soon as she let go. Logan slowly opened his eyes, blearily staring up at the flushed, satisfied woman still squeezing his cock a little as she rode out the aftershocks. Her eyes were closed and she swayed slightly, taking a few deep breaths before she moaned in satisfaction, opening her eyes to smile at him.

"Wow..." she grinned at last. "We should do this every anniversary."

Logan raised an exhausted eyebrow at her.

"Only once a year?" he panted. "I don't think I can hold out that long..."

She grudgingly rose up on her knees and gently eased his softening penis out of her body, biting her lip at the loss of contact before she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I dunno," she murmured, stealing swift, light pecks from him. "Tomorrow's the two month anniversary of the new hall carpet, and the day after that's the one week anniversary of the day Jean polished the silverware, and after that's..."

Logan shut her up, intercepting her ramble with a deep, wet kiss. His tongue made a thorough exploration of her mouth before he eventually broke away, leaving her dopey and flustered, grinning inanely as she twirled a lock of his hair around her finger.

"But before that," he murmured, "Would you please get me the hell out of these chains...?



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