Stealing Fire
Chapter 4
by
RocketJ
Disclaimer. Marvel comics owns all rights to the character Wolverine/Logan. This story just borrows him for fan drooling. No profit is derived from writing this story.
They rode back in silence. In the garage he took her hand and led her through darkened hallways to the door of her bedroom. Tentatively they stood for a second, silently regarding one another. Without a word he slid his arm around her waist and bent to kiss her. With the other hand he opened the door and backed her into the room. Inside he slammed the door and pushed her back against it with his body, one knee between her thighs, his hands pinning hers on either side of her head while he attacked her willing mouth and sucked every last bit of breath away. He dropped his head to the low neck of her blouse and hungrily traced the line across her chest with his lips stopping briefly to snake his tongue into the cleft between her breasts. Letting go of her hands he slid his arms around her back, fitting her body to his and dragging her closer to the bed.
Breaking the kiss, he whipped off his leather jacket and threw it heavily to the floor waiting for her to do the same before hauling her against him again. Hands feverishly tore at clothing, tugging at shirttails and fumbling with buttons until they both stood shirtless in the silver moonlight that spilled through the open window shades. He reached down to unbutton the fly on her jeans and dropped to his knees while insistently pushing them down her legs. She kicked them off along with her boots and stood looking down at him.
His hands reached up to trace her curves while he buried his lips into the soft skin of her stomach. She was wearing a rust satin bra and matching boy-leg panties that outlined the voluptuous curve of her rump and he playfully planted little nips along one cheek before reaching up to undo the clasp on her bra freeing her breasts to his gaze. Smoldering hazel eyes held limpid gray ones as he slowly slid her panties down her thighs to lie in a heap at her ankles. Carefully, almost reverently he kissed the puckered red flesh on her abdomen where Winthrop's people had cut into her. She moaned and he looked up to see one lone tear sliding down her cheek.
"Did I hurt ya, darlin'?" he whispered with concern.
"No, no. It's just that...the scars"
He stood up and held her close. "Shhhh," he whispered softly against her neck. "Don't. Don't think about it." His hands kneaded her back muscles and he kissed her softly until he felt the tension start to ebb away. He waited, continuing the soft kisses, allowing her to let him know when she was ready to move on.
Molding her body to his, she deepened the kisses by nibbling on his lower lip and coaxing his lips open with her tongue allowing the heat to build up between them again. Rough, callused hands began roaming her curves and she reached her arms up to explore the hard muscles of his back. Gently running the back of his hand across her chest and down over her belly he reached between her legs to brush the soft skin already moist with her arousal. A moan escaped her as one long finger slid into her while his thumb sought out her clitoris. He stroked his finger in and out of her velvety softness with dedication while his thumb traced light circles around her clit. Her breathing became ragged and she had to dig her fingers into his muscular shoulders to stay upright. Small moans of pleasure escaped her throat, urging him on and he carefully slid a second finger inside her.
"Oh, God! Logan." she breathed, her head thrown back, eyes closed, reveling in the feelings he was invoking in her. Her hips thrust against his hand harder and harder as he brought her closer to release. Throwing one strong arm around her back to hold her closer to him he gazed at her upturned face with all the intensity of his own arousal. The strokes became longer and harder and her moaning became deeper until finally she reached down to press his hand against her crotch. His nostrils flared as she erupted with a low guttural moan and released against his palm.
After a few long moments during which she recovered a small semblance of her sanity, she reached over and began to undo his jeans. He assisted her by kicking them into a ball at his feet and brushing them aside. He backed the two steps to the bed and fell back on the mattress, taking her with him so that she was lying on top of him.
She shifted to her knees and brushed her breasts over the mat of silky hair on his chest then ran her hand down his side to his thigh and over to his erection. She gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a moan from him and began stroking the shaft with firm, determined strokes all the while brushing his neck, face and torso with light kisses and nibbles.
"Mmmmm. Cori, darlin', better slow down or the fun'll be over before it even starts," he whispered huskily.
She looked down into his face with an evil glint in her eyes. "You really want me to stop?"
With a fierce growl he grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back. His heat was pressing against her insistently and she opened her thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips. Reaching down between them she grabbed his cock and guided it into her.
He thrust into her up to the hilt. She gasped at the sensation of him filling her so completely. He took a moment or two to try to regain some veneer of control but it had been months since he'd been with someone and it wasn't long before he began to thrust in and out of her feverishly. She grabbed his ass, encouraging him to thrust deeper as she ground her hips against his groin.
"Oh, God. Cori...feels so damn good. Oh, baby. Just like thatunh! Shit! Cori, don't stop, baby!"
She was biting and licking his neck and shoulder, all of her senses full of him and nothing else. He heard her breathing get more and more ragged and lifted his head to look into her face. Arching against him as her orgasm neared, her face was scrunched up in concentration. Finally with a sound between a groan and a scream, she came. That sound combined with the expression of sheer pleasure on her face pushed him over the edge. He hooked an arm under one of her knees, spread her legs wider to get better penetration and with an almost savage thrust buried his face in her neck and released into her, at the same moment springing the claws of his left hand and plunging them through the headboard of the bed and into the wall beyond.
Carefully retracting his claws, he collapsed against her holding her close while their breathing slowed. After they'd caught their breath he pulled out of her and rolled over on his back taking her with him to lie against his chest.
"You do strange things to me, darlin'. That's never happened before," he said against her temple.
She buried her face in the pelt of hair on his chest, "What?"
"The claws...hope I didn't frighten you."
She chuckled. "Quite the opposite in fact," she told him, rubbing against him provocatively.
He growled and grabbed her hand, pressing it to his burgeoning erection.
She arched a brow, "So soon?"
"Healing factor," he grunted.
"Hmm," she murmured against his lips, "comes in pretty handy doesn't it?"
He didn't answer and for awhile there was nothing much else to say.
Corinna's mother was banging on the door telling her to wake up or she'd be late for school. She buried her head deeper under the covers and settled back to sleep. Her eyes shot open when she felt the strong arm around her middle. It was then she remembered where she was and realized that someone was really banging on the door.
She looked over at Logan who was still sleeping soundly. Before she could do anything the door opened and Rogue fell into the room.
"C'mon, sleepy head, don't wanna be late...for...break-" she stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of the couple in the bed. "Oh shit," she blushed as her eyes went from Corinna to Logan then to the floor when she realized their state of undress.
Without opening his eyes Logan said, "Marie, if you don't want to find yourself minus one of your more important limbs I'd get the hell out of here right now!"
Rogue squeaked and left the room post haste. Her footsteps could be heard beating a quick retreat down the stairs.
Corinna turned in his arms. "Well, now you've done it! Not only have we corrupted the morals of a teenager but you've scared five years off her life into the bargain!"
He chuckled, "Damn kid shouldn't be bargin' in uninvited! She's lucky she didn't get more of an eyeful than she did!" His face took on a serious expression and he kissed her deeply.
"Darlin', there are some things I think we need to talk about, some things I think you need to know about me..."
She smiled and put her hand to his face. "Like what? That you don't know anything about your past before 15 years ago? That you could be 150 years old?"
He growled, "Jubilation Lee and her big mouth"
"Don't be too hard on them, they are just kids after all. You totally fascinate them and they're all half in love with you!" She looked at him intently.
"Logan, did you really think those things would matter to me?" He shrugged. "Look at me! I'm a walking Tesla coil for God's sake! Does that bother you?"
"Hell no!"
"Then why would the things that make you different matter to me?" she asked quietly. A fleeting look of pain crossed his face. It came and went so quickly she almost wasn't certain she'd seen it but it told her things words never could. It had mattered to someone in the past.
"You're somethin' else, you know that?" he said with affection.
"So are you!" she told him, planting a big kiss on his lips. "Now c'mon, like Rogue said, we don't wanna be late for breakfast!"
They entered the cafeteria together. Nothing was unusual about it, they'd been having breakfast together just about every morning that she was able to go to the cafeteria but this morning heads turned as they approached the service line, and open conversations turned to hushed whispers.
Logan caught Rogue's eye on the way to the team table. She blushed and turned back to her breakfast, Jubilee whispering furiously in her ear.
"Sleep well last night, Logan?" Warren Worthington III, aka Angel asked him archly. Scott snickered in amusement. Jean smirked at Corinna as she settled in between her and Logan.
"That good, huh?" Jean asked her in a whisper.
"I thought you didn't read people's minds without their permission?"
"I don't, but the thoughts coming off the two of you are so strong I couldn't possibly miss them," Jean giggled.
Logan glowered at his fellow X-Men, Jean and Scott and Warren and Betsy in particular, "Can you all just try to get over it? We aren't the first consenting adults around here to-"
"Get busy!?" Storm said, erupting into shrieks of laughter.
Logan rolled his eyes in resignation and looked at Corinna. She just shrugged her shoulders at him and smiled wryly. They were just going to have to accept the fact that they were going to be the big topic of gossip for the time being.
"Just try to be discreet about it, ok?" Scott told them. "We do have a school full of impressionable teenagers."
Logan opened his mouth to tell Scott where to go but Corinna beat him to it.
"Of course, Scott. Logan and I will try not to fuck each other's brains out on the Quad," she said sarcastically. She smiled sweetly at the gaping mouths around the table. Logan just chuckled with near hysterical amusement. The remainder of breakfast was a bit more civilized.
That afternoon, Corinna had her first training session with Professor Xavier. He showed her how to do some simple mental exercises, which he said should help her concentration, and in turn improve her control over her powers. By the end of their first half hour she had gotten to the point where she could consciously control the strength of her charge to the degree that she knew whether or not it would be weak or strong. The Professor told her that subtlety would be the key. They would need to work on being able to control the level of her power and hopefully strengthen it. Xavier dismissed her with instructions to join him again the next day for another session.
Free until dinner, she made her way to the garage to do a little work on her bike. The Lucas electrical system Triumph used was notorious for shorting out at the most inopportune moments and she'd been having a little trouble with it lately. The last thing she needed was her headlamp going out on her on the dark Westchester roads. Logan came looking for her there an hour later.
She looked up as he entered. He was dressed in head-to-toe black leather fresh from his Danger Room session with Cyclops.
"Kinky! You wearing that for a reason or just to get me all hot and bothered?" She said, cocking an eyebrow at him suggestively.
"Depends. Is it working?"
Getting to her feet she threw her arms around his neck, and rubbed up against him. "That answer your question?"
He brought his mouth down on hers and she arched up grinding her hips into his. He was seriously thinking about tossing her into the back seat of the nearest car when the Professor's voice echoed in their heads.
((I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to see you both in my office. I have some information regarding Winthrop.))
"Does he do that a lot?" Cori asked.
"Too much," he grunted.
Scott, and Jean were already in Xavier's office when they arrived. Xavier waited for them to get seated before he began.
"I'm sorry to call you all in so abruptly," Xavier began, "but I have only just received information from my sources." He fell silent and regarded his fingers, which were steepled in front of him on the desk.
Corinna glanced nervously at Logan. He clenched his teeth, the muscles in his jaw flexing slightly with the building tension.
"Corbett Winthrop is working for someone Dr. Cornelius." He looked at Logan, carefully gauging the other man's expression. "Does that mean anything to you?"
"Cornelius? Cornelius," he repeated as if testing the word for something. "No, should it?"
Jean spoke up. "I remember something about a Dr. Cornelius from a few years back. He was suspected of conducting unethical and illegal experiments on patients without their permission. He was wanted by the FBI and fled the country. His medical license has been revoked in absentia."
"Yes, all that is true and more. Dr. Cornelius was one of the principal architects of the Weapon X program." He said looking straight at Logan.
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