In Dreams Title: In Dreams Author: Terri E-mail: xgrrl26@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Darn. Archive: WRFA, Mutual Admiration, Dolphin Haven, Peep Hut - all others please ask, and ye shall receive ;) Feedback: Please! With some leftover Christmas cookies on top? Good, bad, and ugly welcome........ Summary: Logan's subconscious is pretty much occupied with two things - sex and Marie. Those aren't mutually exclusive...... Comments: There's really no excuse for this gratuitous smut. But I thought I'd share it with you all anyway ;) And for those of you who won't like Scott or Jean here - just remember it's Logan's subconscious and he has some definite opinions about them............ ------------------------------------------------------- The first one is always the cage. It's where he first spotted her, so it makes sense to him that this one is always first. He's defeated several challengers by the time she's brought into the ring. He fights naked in the dream, and she's always brought into the cage naked as well. There's always a full house and always one last formidable challenger to face before he can claim his prize. She stands in the corner, seemingly unbothered by her nudity or his. He lets his eyes roam over her lithe body, already thinking of what he will do with her when he wins. Even now, even when he's caught up in the dream completely, some part of him knows that it *is* a dream, his dream, and that means he will win. This challenger is more formidable than most - about six inches taller and fifty pounds more muscular than Logan. He's a dirty fighter too, but Logan lands some good punches to his gut and back, punches that get him down, put him on the defensive. He takes a moment to glance over at Marie. He can't tell if she is hoping for him to win or his challenger. He turns his attention back to the other man, relentlessly pummeling him in an effort to end the fight as quickly as possible, and to show off his prowess for her a little. Finally, under a flurry of vicious blows to the man's skull, which, although hard, is still only bone, not metal, he falls. The announcer enters the ring, but stays on the periphery even as he declares Logan the winner. He knows, senses somehow, that Logan is almost all animal now. The crowd starts yelling for him, cheering him on as he stalks over to his prize. Marie looks at him with wide eyes when he turns upon her but still makes no effort to cover herself. Logan paces to her until his body is pressing hers back against the mesh wire of the cage. He growls at her, as though some further, final proof of his dominance were needed. Her eyes stay with his even as he snarls, even as he presses an insistent hand to her breast. The crowd cheers in response to that first touch and it inflames him. He grabs her by the waist with both hands and throws her to the mat in the center of the ring. She lands on her back with a surprised squeak but before she can change her position at all, he is on top of her, pinning her down by the shoulders. Again she meets his eyes and again he growls at her. Her eyes somehow soften at that. He roughly nudges a knee between her legs, parting them. The rules state that she must be a virgin, but even if they didn't, he could smell it on her. With one last warning growl, he enters her all at once, splaying her legs wide open in the process. She grunts and wiggles beneath him. He stills her with his hands and his intense gaze. Her body slowly adjusts to him and he begins to thrust into her. The crowd voices its approval and cheers him on. He can feel her beginning to become wet for him, he can smell it now. He goes harder, pinning her with both hands by clutching them to her breasts. She whimpers and begins to moan as he pounds into her relentlessly. When her knees come up, letting him penetrate her fully, he loses all control and everything - the noise of the crowd, the eyes upon them, the beaten challengers watching with jealousy and rage - everything fades back except her. Her body, her heat, her wetness, her tightness, her scent, her breath, her sweat, her groans of pleasure - there is only her. She surrounds him, pulls him in, drowns him inside her. Finally, he feels her climax and he follows, their frantic, animal coupling completed in a rush of movement, liquid, and satisfied sighs. The crowd applauds. Logan snarls at them, making it clear who the prize belongs to. As he finishes warning them off, he feels two small hands frame his face and he looks down to see Marie smiling up at him peacefully. The scene changes and this time she is smiling up at him from the side of a snowy road as he pulls over to change his mind and pick her up. She keeps smiling as she hops in the truck. This time, he leaves the truck in park and takes a good, long look at his passenger. "How old're you, kid?" "Seventeen," she answers with a blush. The truck is warm, and she's beginning to remove her outer garments - her cloak, her gloves, her scarf. "Do you have any idea what I wanna do with ya?" The thought that if she did, she'd be running in the opposite direction crosses his mind. She shrugs. "I guess you want to make me yours." He's so stunned by that correct answer that he doesn't respond right away. She fills the gap. "It's OK, you know. I know who I am. I know I belong to you. It's not wrong." "Off," he finally stammers. "Get the rest of 'em off." She complies, unbuttoning her sweater, then her jeans. When she is divested of everything but her socks, he stills her with a hand to her bare thigh. Taking one foot in his hand, he lifts it to the level of his shoulder, and slowly pulls the sock off. Pushing that leg aside and effectively exposing her sex to him, he then takes the other foot and repeats the procedure. With one foot poking at the windshield and one slung over the seat, she simply lets him look his fill, waiting for him to make a move. He looks for a while, then he presses his palm to her dark curls. She feels rough, stubby fingers stroking her, exploring. "I'm gonna teach you things. I'm gonna show you things." "What will I teach you?" "Everythin'." With that, he works one finger deeply inside her, making her writhe a bit. "You're gonna give me all of you. You're gonna take all of me." "Yes," she sighs, throwing her arms above her head and losing herself in the sensations he's producing. Suddenly, his clothes are gone too, and darkness has fallen outside. He continues touching her, finding her g-spot with ease and stroking it until she comes tangled in screams and moans. She sinks back against the window when the force of her orgasm fades and looks at him through eyes heavy with passion. He grabs her hips, scooting her down the seat and positioning himself above her. "Tell me you want me." "I want you," she whispers, and he enters her with a forceful stroke. "Like that?" "Like that," she confirms, bucking her hips against his. "More." He begins a quick, steady rhythm, plunging into her soft, slick folds more deeply with each thrust. "Fuck," he pants, as it starts to get good. She wiggles just right as he starts going harder, and his orgasm, then hers, catch them both off-guard. They catch their breath for a few moments before she gently shifts him off of her. "We should get going," she says by way of explanation as she draws her seat belt across her naked frame. The diagonal belt masks one nipple, and Logan reaches over in annoyance to adjust it so that all of her is once again on display. "Don't you want to get going?" "Not yet." He feels this strong urge not to go, to rather stay here with her, to keep her wholly his, wholly apart from the rest of the world. "Are you hungry or somethin'?" Her eyes drift to his lap, and his penis twitches in response. She casts a sensual, syrupy smile toward him. "Go on, baby," he breathlessly encourages. She unbuckles herself and leans over him, letting her hot breath caress him before enveloping his tip in her hot mouth. He watches those big, full lips wrap themselves around him and he thinks to himself that this is one thing he will not have to teach her; this is one thing she's a natural at. She makes her mouth soft and her throat flexible as she works him in deeper. Again, his orgasm catches him by surprise, overtaking him just as she was preparing guide him to a final release. He finishes emptying himself into her mouth and watches her swallow. "Baby," he breathes in gratitude. The scene changes around them again. This time, he is the one standing naked and being presented for appraisal. He is not alone. Chuck, seated, but naked, is on his left and Scooter, standing straight-backed with his chin up, is on his right. Somehow Logan knows that this time, he is not the one who will do the choosing. Jean comes to them first, naked herself. She casts an appraising, affectionate look at Charles, but passes him by. She stops before Logan, openly appreciative of his naked form. She lays an arm across her waist and brings her other hand to her chin. "Hmmm....." "See anythin' ya like?" he taunts. "Not enough," she replies, waving him off. She moves to stand before Scott, and out of nowhere produces a collar and a leash. Scott bows his head to accept the collar and she fastens it tightly around his neck. Logan smirks at that - he always figured Scott for a bottom. Jean leads him away, occasionally yanking hard on the chain to get him to stumble a bit. Ororo is next - she serenely glides right past him and stops before Charles. She kneels, whispering something to him in hushed tones, and he reaches out to caress her face. Logan knows she has made her choice long before they finally glide past him and away. For a while, no one else comes. He gets bored, begins to fidget. He contemplates masturbating - there's nothing else to do and he is already naked after all - but he knows that she will come eventually and he doesn't want to do anything that will make her pass him over. Finally she does come, naked like the rest, and making a b-line right for him. He smiles broadly. "Hey," she purrs. "I'm sorry I was late. I thought you might go with Jean." "She took Scott." Logan is practically bouncing on his toes with excitement. He can tell by her expression that she will choose him. "You might be able to get her to change her mind." "Nah. I'd rather go with you if you're gonna pick me. You're gonna pick me, aren't ya?" "Of course." She closed the distance between them, looping her arms around his neck. "I love you." "Good." He presses his lips to hers, kissing her for the first time and devouring her mouth eagerly. Everything recedes but the two of them - they remain front and center. This time, it is slow, gentle, loving, and not at all animal. This time, he eases into her and whispers words of love as he does. He makes it slow, and good for her, and when they climax, they feel as though they are one - bonded, completed in each other. "Mmmmm......." Something soft and warm moves beside him. He is pulling out of the dreams, back into reality. Marie shifts, then props herself up on one elbow. "You were dreaming sugar." "Did I wake ya?" He mumbles it, reluctant to leave the dreams behind. "You were calling out my name. I think. Maybe that was my dream." Her nose scrunches up as she sleepily ponders it. "Havin' sex dreams 'bout me again, huh?" He rolled atop her, delighting in her giggles. "Better do somethin' 'bout that. I can't let my woman go wantin'." "I never do, sugar." She wiggles beneath him, echoing her movements in his dreams. He turns his attentions away from his nighttime fantasies, fully and finally this time. Reality is usually at least as good, if not better. After all, he muses, he never had to put up with naked Chuck and Scooter in this life. In this life, there was only a warm, welcoming, naked Marie.