Logan wants Marie, but she still belongs to Remy, and the triangle gets heated...
A/N:Taylor Kitsch's is the version of Remy LeBeau I use in my stories. Xavier, Scott, and Jean are all alive in this. Also, Rogue has her comic book powers.
I want you," he whispered, his hands caressing her face.
"Logan," she breathed right before his lips descended onto hers.
His spirit and life force banged inside her head, his body and mind pushing onto her. His fingers swept over her skin, sinking down to her neck, his teeth gently nipping her lips as soft moans escaped her.
"Marie," he whispered.
She turned her head away, breaking the kiss, but he continued showering them along her jaw line, keeping her dazed, keeping her in the confusion of their lust.
“You're mine," he said.
"But I'm not," she cried softly. "Let go," she said bringing her hands up, but he pushed them away, capturing her lips again.
She was drugged again, under his control. His hands went to her shirt, pulling it apart. The cool air crept underneath the material as her breasts spilled out of the cups when he reached inside, making her cry out.
"I need you," he murmured, tracing her lips with his own. "I need you more than I've ever needed anyone."
She sighed, surrendering to him and all that he was making her feel.
“I need you too," she whispered into his mouth, not quite aware of all the repercussions that one line might entail.
He stopped kissing her, pulled back and watched her lust-filled eyes open and look at him.
"You do?" he asked.
She nodded slightly.
"Of course I do."
His mouth came at hers with all the fire and passion he had, taking her with him through the storm of emotions. His hand went beneath the cup of her bra, gently flicking her nipple, sending a shiver to tickle her between her legs.
She felt herself going too far. She'd gone too far the minute she'd let him touch her. It felt so good, he felt so good, but this whole thing was purely wrong. Moaning into his kisses and letting his hands swim up and down her body felt like heaven, but she didn't belong to Logan. She never had.
"Okay stop," she commanded, taking his hands off her body and stepping back as fast as she could.
"No," he said, cupping the back of her head to draw her to him.
He sighed. "But you want me."
She nodded. "Doesn't make it right. You know that."
"I don't care," he told her. "You make me feel alive and all I want to do is hold you. It's not just about the sex. You're it. You're the one, Marie."
She felt the tears gathering in her eyes and she looked down. He tipped her face up, forcing her eyes to look at his.
"Tell me you don't feel the same," he said to hers.
"I'm feeling…way too much right now. But I can't act on it. I've told you before. Every time I'm with you…every time you touch me you say what I want to hear and every moral thought of mine just flies out the window and I just want to be with you."
"Then let me put my hands on you. Let me take you away from all of this. I can make it all go away and make you feel things you've never felt before. Let me."
She bit her lip and touched his face.
She left him there outside alone.
Going inside, she rushed into the room she shared with Remy and stripped her clothes down, changing into a nightgown and covered herself in lotion from the bathroom, covering up the scent of her and Logan like a guilty, cheating wife. Remy was already asleep when she carefully climbed into the bed. She looked at the beautiful man she had married, who woke up slightly to take her hand.
"Where you been?" he asked, squeezing it.
"Downstairs," she whispered. "I love you," she said, meaning it.
"Je t'aime, chere," he replied.
Everything was okay now, she thought. She could go to sleep in her bed, with her husband, the man she loved and who trusted her. He didn't believe the rumors going around that she was having an affair with Logan. She wasn't, after all. The few kisses Logan had bestowed on her were as far as they had ever gone, or would ever go. She had a husband she adored. She was safe now. Until the next time she saw Logan.
To Be Continued