100 Situations - Wolverine/Rogue T1 Prompt #35: Mate
Title: Interpretation
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Wolverine/Rogue
Prompt: #35 - Mate
Word Count: 509
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Logan has more than just cuddling on his mind.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
This doesn’t really fit anywhere in particular, just a little ficlet that came to me. I’m still not sure that it worked entirely.
Written for 100_situations.
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His hands ran over the curve of her stomach and he smiled at the little sigh that escaped her lips. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as she relaxed against him, her hands covering his knees. Marie turned her head, looking up at him. She smiled at his look of deep concentration, marvelling at how well he had fallen into his role of expectant father. His hands had drifted higher up her body, and she frowned as they cupped her breasts.
“What do you think you’re doing there, sugar?”
Logan smirked, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. “Your body is changin’, so I’m just trying to get the lay of the land.”
She raised an eyebrow at his reply. “‘The lay of the land’? What am I, a foreign country?”
Logan chuckled. “A very beautiful, smooth, and sexy foreign country.”
Marie rolled her eyes, hitting his leg playfully. “Well are the changes meeting with your approval so far?”
His hands were kneading her breasts, and a growl began building deep inside his chest. “Definitely.”
Marie moaned quietly, her fingernails digging into his thighs. “Careful there, sugar. That’s exactly the sort of thing that lead to all these changes in the first place.”
He nuzzled her hair, taking a deep breath as he took in her scent. “But you smell so fucking good, darlin’.” His fingers began teasing her nipples. “Feel good too.”
Marie lifted her head, twisting it awkwardly as her lips pressed against his. She moaned as his tongue trailed over her bottom lip, opening her mouth to grant him access. His tongue swept over hers, and Logan groaned at her taste. Marie grabbed a fistful of his hair, sucking on his tongue eagerly. His fingers were still continuing their delicious torment and she moaned loudly.
Logan’s lips brushed against her ear as he gave her a chance to get her breath back. “I have to have you, darlin’.”
She didn’t doubt that, not when she had a very stiff reminder prodding her in the back. “And how exactly is that going to happen? I’m getting a bit big for the missionary position, sugar.”
Logan nipped at the pale flesh of her throat. “In case you’ve forgotten, there’s more than one way to do it.”
Marie frowned, trying to hold back her moans. “Yet another fact which contributed to the changes you’re so fond of. I should have known when you suggested ‘naked cuddling’ that what you were really saying was ‘let’s have sex’.”
Logan growled, his nose flaring at her obvious arousal. “Actually, it was more like ‘let’s have sex if you’re in the mood and responsive to my advances’. And so far, darlin’, you’ve pretty much fulfilled both criteria.” He kissed her shoulder. “So let’s have sex.”
Marie nodded, distracted by his lips on her skin. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”
Logan’s hands were gripping her hips as he tried to not so subtly move her into a more accommodating position. “You say that, but all I’m hearing is: ‘yes, Logan, let’s have sex immediately’.”
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Characters: Wolverine/Rogue
Prompt: #35 - Mate
Word Count: 509
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Logan has more than just cuddling on his mind.
Author's Notes: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
This doesn’t really fit anywhere in particular, just a little ficlet that came to me. I’m still not sure that it worked entirely.
Written for 100_situations.
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His hands ran over the curve of her stomach and he smiled at the little sigh that escaped her lips. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as she relaxed against him, her hands covering his knees. Marie turned her head, looking up at him. She smiled at his look of deep concentration, marvelling at how well he had fallen into his role of expectant father. His hands had drifted higher up her body, and she frowned as they cupped her breasts.
“What do you think you’re doing there, sugar?”
Logan smirked, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. “Your body is changin’, so I’m just trying to get the lay of the land.”
She raised an eyebrow at his reply. “‘The lay of the land’? What am I, a foreign country?”
Logan chuckled. “A very beautiful, smooth, and sexy foreign country.”
Marie rolled her eyes, hitting his leg playfully. “Well are the changes meeting with your approval so far?”
His hands were kneading her breasts, and a growl began building deep inside his chest. “Definitely.”
Marie moaned quietly, her fingernails digging into his thighs. “Careful there, sugar. That’s exactly the sort of thing that lead to all these changes in the first place.”
He nuzzled her hair, taking a deep breath as he took in her scent. “But you smell so fucking good, darlin’.” His fingers began teasing her nipples. “Feel good too.”
Marie lifted her head, twisting it awkwardly as her lips pressed against his. She moaned as his tongue trailed over her bottom lip, opening her mouth to grant him access. His tongue swept over hers, and Logan groaned at her taste. Marie grabbed a fistful of his hair, sucking on his tongue eagerly. His fingers were still continuing their delicious torment and she moaned loudly.
Logan’s lips brushed against her ear as he gave her a chance to get her breath back. “I have to have you, darlin’.”
She didn’t doubt that, not when she had a very stiff reminder prodding her in the back. “And how exactly is that going to happen? I’m getting a bit big for the missionary position, sugar.”
Logan nipped at the pale flesh of her throat. “In case you’ve forgotten, there’s more than one way to do it.”
Marie frowned, trying to hold back her moans. “Yet another fact which contributed to the changes you’re so fond of. I should have known when you suggested ‘naked cuddling’ that what you were really saying was ‘let’s have sex’.”
Logan growled, his nose flaring at her obvious arousal. “Actually, it was more like ‘let’s have sex if you’re in the mood and responsive to my advances’. And so far, darlin’, you’ve pretty much fulfilled both criteria.” He kissed her shoulder. “So let’s have sex.”
Marie nodded, distracted by his lips on her skin. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”
Logan’s hands were gripping her hips as he tried to not so subtly move her into a more accommodating position. “You say that, but all I’m hearing is: ‘yes, Logan, let’s have sex immediately’.”
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