Say Please 1/?

[rhoinlogan]

Title: Say Please: Chapter One

Author: Rhion

Rating: XXX - For future squick.

Disclaimer: Me no own. You never read and hopefully never sue.

Summary: Tell me when to stop. Tell me when to start. It all goes around and around.

Feedback: Gimme some love baby! Send to willow2005 at yahoo dot com.

A/N: This is for Rebecca. It's freaky. It's dark depending on the reader. And the bunny is hers. And for some reason she realized I'm a sick enough person to write this. Also 1) I do NOT condone - in any way shape or form the relationship that takes place in this story, it's fic and it was... well I COULD blame it entirely on Rebecca... but I actually thought about this scenario before after reading a story by Helena called Three Fates. 2) It may be consensual but.. STILL!
For those who do not know a yank is short for yankee - a mildly derogatory term reserved for people from the northern areas of the Sates, and occasionally for Canadians. It's mainly used by Southerners but also occasionally by Canadians, despite the fact that Canada is north of the Sates and at times are called 'yanks' or 'yankees' as well.

Date Started: November 26, 2004

Date Finished: TBA

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{Present: Somewhere in Canada, About 9:30 PM}

He wasn't a good man by any definition of the notion. He took what he wanted. Always. And now this one instance where what he wanted was given to him freely? Well. Fate wanted to take that away from him. What he wanted was the young woman sitting next to him, what he had gained because she gave herself freely to him, love, trust, and safety. That's why he was taking both her and himself from the only place she had known as home. Away from the X-Men, away from that stability. Because something had been found, something that no one would tolerate. And Marie probably wouldn't either. But if the burden was only on his shoulders? Yeah, he definitely wasn't a good guy.

{Flash Back: Westchester NY USA, Three and a half years prior}

Walking up the steps Wolverine smirked to himself - that hot little number that had offered him the position at the Institute was as good as his. Yeah, what with those pheromones wafting off her she was sure looking for a good hard fuck. No matter about that little boy she had with her, his red on black eyes were a bit freaky though. Before he could knock the door swung open to reveal a soft curvy breathless form with head turned back as though to call something over her shoulder, foot raised like she was about walk forward. Bright brown eyes looked up to him surprised as she stumbled almost into his arms.
She about jumped out of his arms, a warm blush touching cheeks and forehead. "Oh Ah'm so sorry, mistah! Ah didn't see you there!"
Her flurry covered his momentary bemusement, as he took her in. His brain scrambled to catch up with the situation, "S'okay. Happens all the time." The grin quirking his lips let her know he was joking.
"Oh so random women fall in your arms all the time?" her voice, like smooth molasses, curled into his mind, soft throaty laugh suffusing her words.

{Present: Canada, 10 PM}

Yeah, at the time he had known there was something special about her. The way she was so easy during their first encounter. Later he had found out that if someone else had touched her, she would've freaked out completely. Looking over at her, a smile tugged his lips up around his ever-present cigar.
"You doin' O.K. darlin'?"
Her hand caressed his thigh, lightly and her eyes sparkled warmly at him. "Never better."
"Good. But we'll stop at the next place for the night."
Marie just hummed in agreement.
They rode on in silence for a bit until Logan brought them to a stop at one of the few hotels along Route 3 that wasn't run down, and filthy. It was a little family owned cabin park with a hand painted sign that said 'Howdy Folks'.
True to what the sign said, when they walked into the main cabin, an old man greeted them, "Howdy folks. What can I do ya for?"
"Room for the night." Tossing a wad of cash on the counter Logan waited silently as the old man chattered amiably with Marie.
"It's gonna be a cold one t'night, so I'll just tell Thelma to drop off a couple extra blankets and there's wood out back, for the fireplace."
"How low do you think it'll get sir?" Rich southern manners slid from Marie's mouth, and the sound eased Logan of his worries, while he was certain staying at the X-Mansion would ruin their relationship, it too was the first place - the only place - that he had ever called home in his remembered life.
"Oh 'bout ten below I'd reckon lil' missy. Say now, that's quite some accent you got there. You from Mississippi? I have a son who moved there. His wife's a real nice lady, got those Southern manners in spades just like you do."
Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw Marie's kind smile, "Somethin' like that."
"Well here you two go, all checked in, you have a good night kids."
Taking Marie's hand in his, they went back to the truck, to park it by their cabin for the night. True to the mans' words someone had set a few extra blankets on the bed. Going outside to grab some wood for a fire, Logan made himself busy with that. When he was done he looked over at Marie as she fixed the bed the way she liked it.

{Flash Back: Westchester NY USA, Three and a half years prior}

Knocking on his new neighbors door, he entered as he heard a soft, "Come on in, it's open," to see the young woman from the incident at the door unfurling a large comforter on her bed.
Leaning against her door frame he grinned, "So you not gonna fall inta my arms this time darlin'? After all I thought ya liked me."
Her peeling laugh filled the room as surely as her scent - clean and warm, put him in mind of something safe - as she turned to look at him, hands on her ample hips.
"See now, that's the special greeting! Barely avoid death by Rogue's mutation! Saved only for newbies." Her full lips were bowed up into the most brilliant of smiles as she looked at him.
"So you're a rogue huh? Well with those southern manners I'd say so. Warm welcome too, everyone else here's a Yank, all that coldness has puckered their manners."
"Hmm. Well the -names- Rogue, and it's not just what I am."
"Is that so? Well name's Wolverine."
Her nose wrinkled, and her eyes twinkled, "What kinda name is Wolverine?"
"Dunno - what kinda name is Rogue?"
"Marie."
Nodding at her suddenly serious tone, he gave back just as good as he got, "Logan."

{Present: Canada, Approximately 10:30 PM}

Placing his hands on her hips Logan nuzzled into Marie's neck, breathing in her familiar scent as he fought off the niggling voice that asked him why he hadn't noticed how truly familiar it was. His strong hands caressed her stomach and sides, roaming freely, lips whispering kisses along the side of her throat.
"Say please, Logan," the order was soft and gentle, but brooked no nay saying.
"Please Logan," Marie's heart rate jacked up, thundering in his ears, her pheromones becoming spicy and wanting.
Turning her in his arms, he held her close to him as his mouth sought out hers. Licking her bottom lip gently, following it up with a nip for good measure, he felt her hands wandering under the hem of his shirts to stroke the skin there. Disengaging momentarily to disrobe himself then to slowly slide her clothes from her body, god he loved doing that, only to cover it with his fiery kisses.
Making her sit down on the edge of the bed, then having her lay back, legs spread wide for him to see her, he let himself bask in the smell of her wet and wanting him envelope his mind in safety.
Licking her inner thigh, feeling it jump under his restraining hand, giving her a firm bite to mark her with his ownership. Gliding the flat of his tongue up to her hip joint and resting his head there, just taking her in. Marie's fingers combed through his hair making him rumble in appreciation as his hand stroked up and down the length of her leg.
"Marie."
"Yes?"
"Do you love me?" still not looking at her face, he just waited, the question itself wasn't important to him, it was how she answered that meant everything.
Feeling her tug his head up to look her in the eye from his kneeling position, she just gazed at him. "In every way possible Logan."
Resting his chin on her mons he just let her eyes push any of his uncertainties away. This was right. This was good. Not Fate, not the X-Men, no one, could take this from him. What was freely given was not going to be torn from him.
Hooking one of her legs over his massive shoulder he rose up over her, teasing her with the tip of his engorged cock. Letting it slide in to just behind the corona, he pulled back out to pump against the entrance lightly, waiting for her whimper of need to signal him that her need was as great as his.
When he repeated his motions for several seconds her gasp and grasping fingers on his forearms he waited a moment more until her broken, "Oh god, -please- Logan. PLEASE!"
Sheathing his whole length into her, until he hit her cervix only to pull out slowly, making sure to tickle every nerve on the way out. Her other leg wrapped itself around his powerful thigh, urging him to greater speed.
It was over quickly, but they both knew it wouldn't be the last time that night.
Resting in a tangle of limbs on the disarrayed bed, his head pillowed on her breasts he listened to the soft thump-thump of her heartbeat, the sound of her lungs filling with breath, to be exhaled. The susurrations of her fingers stroking up and down the tan flesh of his back.
"Logan?"
"Hmm."
"Where do we go now?"
"Dunno. Far away though."
"From the X-Men?"
"Yeah baby, from the X-Men."
Relative silence reigned momentarily.
"Good."

{Flash Back: Westchester NY, USA Three years prior}

"OK everybody it's mission time!" Cyclops's voice rang out in the debriefing room after going over the details.
Logan had been surprised to see Rogue - Marie - decked out in tight leather, white streaks framing her face, the rest of her slightly wavy hair tamed by a tight ponytail. Taking the seat next to her, he tried to not be obvious about checking her out. Way better than the white haird chick Storm. And despite learning about her mutation, he couldn't let a little snafu like killer skin deter him, Logan had decided that it was her that he wanted. But how to go about it? Logan prided himself on not being a good guy, and for always taking what he wanted, but this one... well this one was going to be different. This one would be for keeps.

Out on the mission Marie really was the Rogue. She went straight into the danger with a bloodthirsty grin on her face to rival his own. She ripped into them like a bullet through butter. But of course like a cockroach infestation there were always more to take the place of one down. A harsh scream - more of a battle cry than anything - tore through the night air.
Quickly dispatching his current opponent, Logan raced to his last known whereabouts of Rogue. She was grappling with a large mountain of a man. The reek coming off of him was almost enough to knock Logan with his heightened senses out.
"Sabretooth! You're goin' down you bastard!" As Rogue head butted the behemoth, her skin touched the exposed flesh on Sabretooth's face, and Logan got a first hand look at what her power could really do.
As Sabretooth fell twitching to the ground, Rogue ripped off her gloves and slapped her hands to his face as he went into full on seizures, veins popping out of his skin in black lines.
Silence, but for the moans of the fallen, and the breaths of those still standing filled Logan's ears. Then Rogue's triumphant roar as she unsheathed a knife he hadn't noticed from a thigh holster, she sank it deep into Sabretooth's neck. She dragged it down, disemboweling, the dead man. But she didn't stop there, she started to rip his intestines from his body, blood and guts and shit flinging in the air almost like a macabre confetti. When her grisly work was done, she stood over what was once a man dusting her hands off like she was congratulating herself on a job well done.

"What did you think you were doin' out there Marie?! Huh? Takin' on a guy that size! You're just a small little -"
"Shut up. What you say doesn't matter -Wolverine-. Its not like you're my father. So back the fuck off," Marie's once soft voice was still colored with Sabretooth's and it actually frightened Logan. But her tone - the way she twisted his code name - made his hackles rise.
"Well be fuckin' glad I ain't! Cuz if I was I'd be takin' you over my knee for a whippin' like you'd never believe for being that fuckin' stupid!"
All of a sudden he found himself slammed up against a wall, her hand tight about his throat.
"You even try any of that old man and I -will- kill you."
Her accent was completely gone from her voice, there was something in there that he wanted to blame on her absorption of Sabretooth, but he knew unconsciously was all Rogue.
"Rogue!" Jean's voice cracked like a whip, but Rogue didn't even move, eyes still locked with his, waiting him out. Like an animal would - if one animal looked away first, then it would be clear who the alpha was and she seemed determined to be the one in charge.
Her hand tightened on his throat constricting his breathing, and while he knew that wouldn't kill him, and that Jean wouldn't let Rogue kill him.. well he quite frankly didn't want things to go that far.
"Rogue you put him down NOW!" Still her eyes locked onto his, but this time Logan looked away. Her point had been proven. In a real fight though he had to wonder seriously who would win - him or her and the twisting in his gut told him that it'd be her.

{Present: Canada, 11:45 PM}

Thoughts of that fight always made Logan feel a bit... Dominant. Marie called it growly. What it boiled down to though was him taking from her, making her submit to him, and making her enjoy it. Waking her from her doze, he flipped her onto her stomach, ass in the air.
Running his callused hands down her back, mapping the curve of the cheeks of her ass, he arched over her body to growl into her ear. Her answering moan and buck of her hips signaled her desire. Sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder, a little harder as each moment passed until he heard her whimper of submission.
Satisfied that she'd let him completely control where things went tonight, he sank down further on the bed until he was situated.
Kissing the backs of her thighs, tasting the remainder of his spilled seed that had leaked from her, he licked until he reached the round curve of one of her cheeks. Nipping her there made her push back into his face, as he slid a finger along the cleft of her ass until he found the tight pucker of her rectum. Massaging it until it began to relax and give, he moved over onto his back so he could bury his face in the soft curls of her mound. Licking his way down, all the while slowly working his finger into the most forbidden part of her body, until he could lap at the tight pearl of nerves resting between her moist folds.
"Oh... Lo..gan...."
Grinning around her clit, he lashed it in reward to her moan. His finger now almost all the way inside her he began to gently fuck her with it, as he let his tongue drift to her dripping opening to kiss her deeply there. Savoring the flavor there as it washed over his probing tongue. When he felt she was ready he gradually added another finger to his anal play. Sliding the strong muscle of his tongue into her in time with his fingers as they plugged her, until she was rocking against his hand and his face hard.
"Looooogaaan... Ah'm Ah'm Ah-ah'mm gooonnna... oh oh.. hmmmmmm!! AAAHHHH!"
Marie's juices poured over his tongue, filling his mouth with the rich taste of her desire and satisfaction.It wasn't often he took her like this, but every time she was more than satisfied. Yeah she knew she was his.
Moving out from under her, fingers still stroking in and out of her momentarily only to be replaced with his tongue as he spread her firm cheeks aside for better access. She always tasted good to him - even here, where most people would never venture with their lover, it was all the same to him, her taste, her scent, her body. All of it was good. And if it brought her pleasure - it was even better. Making sure that he'd spread enough of his saliva in her as well as the remainders of her orgasm that coated his tongue, he pulled back to rise over her body. She probably thought he'd position himself at that orifice but he surprised her by thrusting deep into her cunt and pushing his fingers back into her. He had a plan though, and when he felt himself close to his climax he pulled out, making sure he coated the cleft of her ass with his semen.
Working the thick fluid into her deeply to make sure she truly was lubricated enough, only then did he move his still erect penis to her anus. Pushing slowly into her despite the buck of her hips, he watched the way her body stretched around him, swallowing him until he was all the way in. Holding himself there he waited breathing softly against her damp neck.
"You like that? Hmm Marie? Can you feel it? Feel me? Deep inside you. All the way. Only me, only I can have you like this. Know why? Cuz you're mine darlin', mine and no one else's."
"More, please Logan, please... Ah want it.. Ah want you so deep Logan."
Pulling out of her as slowly as possible, then sliding back in just the same, feeling the slippery slide of his cum deep in her. Continuing in that fashion he let a hand drift down the front of her body to the tangle of her pubic hair, teasing her clit and parting her outer lips so he could stimulate her fully with his fingers. Her hand came down to join his as he kept thrusting in and out of her and while his fingers played inside her wet warmth he could feel the motion of her fingers plucking and massaging her swollen pearl.
When he could tell she was getting close, her hips bucking against their joined hands, he sped up his motions while reaching with his finger for her g-spot.
Marie's scream of release was long and loud, but he was far from finished. Logan was going to take her again, until he was satisfied with the knowledge that she truly was not just his, but that he was hers.
Letting her come down from the high he'd given her, he waited until he felt her completely relax again in his arms. One of her pale hands came around to caress his hip tenderly, a simpler sign of affection he'd never felt before her.
Rubbing his furry cheek against her face he just held her in his arms for a bit longer until the urgency coursing through his veins could no longer be denied.
Starting up his thrusts again, this time with no gradual build up his only real consideration for her pleasure was the fact that he had the hood of her clit held firmly between two fingers as he rode her hard and fast. As his orgasm ripped through him, he let his teeth sink into the side of her neck and held himself firmly inside her quivering hole.

{Flash Back: Westchester NY USA, Three years prior}

"So what brings you to this neck of the woods?" that drawl washed through his ears and he relaxed as he recognized the scent behind him.
"Just a game of pool. Wanna join me?" it'd been a week since the mission where Rogue had killed Sabretooth, and now Logan could no longer think of her as just Marie. No, she had shown him that she was much more, a true force to be reckoned with. And he'd done alittle digging. Found out why she would kill Sabretooth. Turns out he killed her mother. Made sense why she'd do it. And his powers - healing, senses and extra strength - well she seemed the practical type, those'd be useful in their line of work. It also made him - Logan - quite disposable.
Those things aside - it really was quite sad, the young woman had to grow to adulthood quickly and it was little wonder how she could be so hardened. But it was surprising to know that there was also kindness in her too. She'd shown that to him before. And he saw it daily in her dealings with the children of the mansion.
She was definitely his match in everything that he'd seen, it'd be difficult to smooth things out with her, but well worth the effort according to his gut.
Resting his weight on the pool cue some, he cocked his head at her. "So about joinin' me?"
"You're on sugar," Rogue said with a saucy wink for good measure.

A good two hours later after quite a few games and too many drinks, they found themselves out in a field watching the stars twinkle in the sky's far off distance. Logan found himself wondering how often in his life had he felt this unfamiliar feeling of contentment. Normally when he was with a pretty lady out somewhere - hell anywhere - he was most likely getting what he came for, pun intended. This time though he was comfortable, just sitting on the dewy grass, with Marie - she was definitely not the Rogue at the moment, but her usual sweet self - her head pillowed on his shoulder.
It was strangely intimate for him, never had someone just leaned up against him calmly as you please and it not been for any ulterior motives. Sure Marie was smelling spicy but not with the kind or arousal that signaled 'hey - let's get it on', but more in a 'hey - I like you,' fashion. And for once in his life Logan wasn't sure what to do next.
"It's nice out here."
He gave a non-committal grunt because he had no clue as to what he was supposed to do. What was it she wanted at the moment? Whatever it was he knew he would do it, it was just taking him awhile to figure it out.
"When Ah was little Ah used to lay outside with mah momma on a blanket with a cup of tea and we'd just watch the stars flash and fade until Ah'd fall asleep. Sometimes she'd tell me stories about mah daddy - he died Ah think when Ah was real little, cuz Ah don't remember him - mainly about how much he loved me, and how he wanted me to come into this world. See momma almost miscarried me a buncha times and every time momma said that mah daddy would sit down and talk to me through momma's stomach - tellin' me that everythin' was gonna be OK and that it was gonna be a real nice place when Ah came out, with lots of love and maybe a pony someday. Other times she'd tell me about him in his uniform and how he always looked so handsome, but nevermoreso than when he cried when Ah was born, and was holdin' me real gentle like. Ah always wished Ah could meet him, maybe someday when Ah die Ah will. Ah hope so, because of him Ah wouldn't be here - well obviously - but Ah think it's cuz he was always talkin' to me and tellin' me how much he loved me, that Ah came out OK. Maybe Ah was real scared inside momma and was worried that no one'd love me."
The whole time Logan could smell the bittersweetness washing in and out of Marie's scent, as she looked up - the moonlight gilding her face silver.
"Couldn't imagine no one not lovin' you darlin'. And I can't imagine you scared either. You're too strong for that Marie - though alittle fear is always healthy." It just popped out - and Logan hoped he hadn't revealed too many of his cards, she didn't want to spook her after such a short time.
"You think so?"
"Yeah darlin' I do."
Marie shifted into him more tightly and he held her closer to him.
"Ah dunno. Killer skin tends to deter most people, multiple personalities scare away the brave, and only the insane really would take a chance with me. The few times Ah had anyone - well suffice to say as soon as they found out they left right quick, and who could blame them? One or two just thought all the precautions were a kink, and if it got me what Ah wanted, well Ah'm not one to tell them otherwise."
"So you've never had anyone who knew and it didn't bother 'em?"
"No."
He rubbed his cheek against the top of her head slowly; his fingers massaging her stomach lightly as her gloved hand ran up and down his forearm.
"Then they were idiots Marie and not really worth a moment's time."
"Are you worth my time Logan?"
"I hope so."