Rating: NC-17 (L/M)
Summary: Everyone has an obsessions or is that fetish.
Disclaimer: Fox and Marvel have all the real power.
Archive: Lists. Ask, I'll say yes.
Feedback: That would be nice, I will even read
Author's Notes: Thanks to Rach, Victoria, Nancy and DD
for the beta. All mistakes made after they did their
magic are the fault of my computer, it is old enough
and should know better.
I have been brainwashed. Visit www.haremuniverse.com
and let Harem Mistress Devil Doll show you the light.
Special Thanks: To Victoria and Devil Doll for letting
me play in their world and borrowing a few ideas, Han
and Logan were a great inspiration.
The first thing that Rogue noticed about him was that
buckle. Not that she missed the well-muscled chest as
he fought in the cage, but the buckle had been like a
damn beacon. Over the years, during his absence, it
had become an obsession. The image of that buckle and
what was behind it fueled her fantasies. Just the
thought of touching it with her bare skin had driven
her until she could control her mutation. She was
only too glad to see, when he returned three years
later, that the buckle was still in its rightful
In the following weeks she found herself continually
drifting off during her college classes. Images of
Logan filled her waking thoughts and dominated her
dreams. She even wrote poetry about the buckle during
After one less than exciting mission, Rogue sat
toward the far end of the conference table. Paying
little attention to Scott's lecture on team work, she
busily scribbled down her latest poem.
Jubilee leaned over giggling, "Oh, man, chica. You
got it bad. What's the deal with the buckle?"
"Jubes, the buckle is ... hypnotic," whispered Kitty,
smiling broadly at the poetry scribbled on the paper.
Rogue could only nod in agreement.
"Next thing I know, you two will be lusting after his
watch." Jubilee stated, shaking her head.
"Don't think I didn't notice it, but the buckle... "
Rogue was interrupted by Scott.
"Is there something the three of you would like to
add?" he asked, giving his best teacher stare.
All three girls sank down as if they were back in his
classroom, drawing curious stares from the rest of the
team. "No, Mr. Summers!" they replied, in unison.
As Scott settled back into his monologue; Rogue
noticed that Logan's attention, unlike the rest of the
team, had yet to return to the debriefing. He was
still looking her way and had shifted positions to get
a better look at the scrap of paper in front of her.
She quickly folded the paper and stuffed it in her
jacket pocket, hiding it from his inquisitive eyes.
After everyone was dismissed, Logan followed her out
of the conference room. "Hey, darlin'. Wanna grab
something to eat?"
"Yeah." Rogue's eyes dragged up his body, trying to
ignore the buckle. "That would be great."
"Meet me in the garage in ten minutes," he said,
They settled on eating at the local Denny's. It was
their usual late night destination, being one of the
few places still open at midnight that would serve
Logan a steak and the pancakes Rogue wanted.
Rogue's better judgment told her that continually
dropping items from the table during their meal was
too obvious. There were other ways to catch glimpses
of the buckle. Leaning over the table in attempts to
reach items on the other side was more reasonable.
Almost standing to reach the syrup gave her several
side long glances and Logan didn't complain over the
eyeful of cleavage presented by the maneuver.
The ride back to the mansion was pleasant. Instead
of teasing him about wearing his seat belt, as she had
en route to the restaurant, this time she merely
reached across and pulled it into place. Safety was
all that was on her mind as she drew the seat belt
tight, accidentally touching the buckle in the
process. It would be a shame if Logan or the buckle
were hurt in a collision.
Once back at the mansion they walked silently through
the halls to their rooms. Rogue turned after opening
her door to say goodnight and noticed a white folded
paper tucked in Logan's waistband, behind the buckle.
She flushed in embarrassment; she recognized the paper
as the one that held her earlier poetry.
"Where did you get that?"
"It fell out of your pocket at the restaurant."
She continued to stare at the buckle. It seemed to
glow in the dim light of the hall. She just knew it
would be warm from his body heat.
"Wanna touch it?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow and
Her eyes went wide at his double meaning. Her gaze
darted nervously from the buckle, to his face then
back to the buckle and the evident bulge beneath it.
She stretched a shaky hand toward him. Stopping in
mid-air, she quickly scanned the hall.
"Not out here, someone might see us," she whispered.
He smiled as she stepped aside to allow him into her
In the few seconds it took her to shut the door, he
was already seated on her bed. She walked over;
sinking to the floor, she settled between his parted
knees. Her hands carefully inched up his inner thighs
to his groin and the buckle. He sucked in a ragged
breath when her hand skated over his fabric covered
She had been right. The buckle was warm to the
touch. Its sleek metallic surface slid easily against
her palm. She fought back the strange fascination to
lick the buckle, to see what it looked like wet.
She looked up to see an intense pair of hazel eyes
staring back. Logan's hand cupped the back of her
head, gently tilting her face as their lips met. Her
eyes fluttered closed as their kiss deepened and his
other hand crept under the hem of her shirt to lightly
massage the small of her back. He drew back, leaving
her breathless, tugging on her bottom lip before
His eyes darkened with desire, igniting her need for
him. They both stood and she quickly divested him of
his shirt. "Babe, you have to let go," he mumbled,
as he started to pull off her shirt.
"The buckle, Marie. I can't get your shirt off, if
you don't let go of the buckle." She felt the blush
spread down across her chest, as he watched her with a
look of amusement.
Momentarily forgetting about the shirt and bra still
dangling from her elbow, he bent to suck a nipple.
She gave a low moan at the new sensation, leaning back
for support on the hand already cradling her bottom.
His other hand descended across her abdomen to touch
the tangle of curls showing from her unzipped jeans.
Rogue's free hand roamed from exploring the hair on
his chest, to playing with the hairs at the nape of
his neck. When he stepped back to look at her, she
followed him. A smile creased his features when he
looked down to see that she still had a firm hold on
his buckle. A low growl emanated from him as she
looked up in his eyes from the buckle.
"Darlin', I thought the idea was to see how the
buckle looked on the floor of your room. I might feel
a little offended if I end up sitting in a chair while
you stare at my buckle."
She smiled up at him seductively as she pulled at the
buckle, undoing the belt, then unfastened his jeans.
He hissed when her hands skimmed over his hips,
pushing his jeans down around his thighs. With a
solid shove she pushed him onto the bed, grabbing his
boots and pants, tugging them from his legs.
Effortlessly, she wiggled from her own jeans, looking
forlornly at the buckle on the floor before joining
him on the bed.
Leaning over him, she sought out his lips. Her
tongue surged into his mouth when he openly groaned
from her hand tightening on his hardened flesh. He
pulled her closer as she began to stroke him firmly.
His hands started to softly knead her breasts,
sweeping lower to caress the sensitive area beneath
them. His tongue continued to explore her mouth while
one hand began rubbing ever widening circles over her
She drew back as his fingers found the moist heat
between her thighs. He let out what sounded like a
whimper at the loss of her touch. He watched her
intently as she straddled him and carefully lifted his
erection to her warm entrance. She tried to keep an
expression of discomfort off her face as she quickly
dropped down, taking him in all at once.
He stayed motionless while her eyes remained tightly
shut. Gently resting his hands on her hips, he
whispered to her, "Marie, I love you."
She tilted her head, giving him a secretive smile.
She glanced down at him in awe. "I love you, too."
His breath caught as she began to slowly rock back
and forth. She bent over him, letting her full
breasts sway with the motion. He sucked gently on one
nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. She
pulled his head from her breast, latching onto his
lips with her own. Her rocking was quickly becoming
urgent as their kiss deepened. He gripped her hips
tightly, urging her to grind down as his hips met
She broke the kiss; balancing herself with one hand
on his chest, digging the other into his hair. "Look
at me, Logan. Watch me."
He bared his teeth in a snarl while she frantically
slid against him. He hammered up into her and she
began spasming around him. She pulled at his hair
until he growled at her, causing her to crying out in
release. Her cries drove him over the edge; grunting,
he thrust upward a final time.
She slumped forward onto his chest, leaving a trail
of small kisses along his body. He continued to rock
his hips into hers, content. He stilled when she sat
up gazing over the side of the bed.
"Darlin', don't worry. That buckle will be on your
floor as often as you want."
She looked at him with a small frown. "No one
"No one's. Not even if it has a cult following."
Smiling broadly, she lay down next to him, tracing
the muscles of his chest. "You want on top this time,
"Is that the only option?" he asked, watching her
get up and rummage through the nightstand.
"No." Standing up, she held a pair of gloves in each
hand. "What's *your* obsession? Do you have a fetish
for leather or silk?"
He grinned wickedly; reaching for her and one set of
gloves, letting the other pair drop to the floor
beside the buckle.
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