Hi, everyone! I'm glad you're taking the time to read my first chapter of my first Rogan story. The smut in this story is going to have over- and under-tones of bdsm with a sprinkle of light D/s and a drizzle of dominant feral Wolverine. But please, don't misunderstand, there's none of that creepy "Fifty Shades" crap. Just some good healthy spanking and then snuggling :) And claws... mmmm claws... Believe me, the plot in my head is wayyy dirtier than the one I'm actually presenting to you guys, but I figure I shouldn't horrify on my first X-Men story.

I don't know if anyone out there is a fan of country music like me, but if you are, you might notice that the title is from the Tim McGraw song. Whenever I hear it, I think of Logan/Wolverine, so I thought it was appropriate for this story, but it's not a song-fic.

Also, in my story, everyone is alive, Marie still took the cure when she was 18, but Charles never meddled in Jean's head so she has all her power but never went crazy, not that that's really important, just thought I should mention it.

There's no beta on this story, most people in my life would be too horrified to read something like this, so any mistakes are mine. I try to read and reread, but sometimes I still miss little things. Please feel free to review or message me with any ideas or suggestions or comments or complaints... Pretty much anything. Per the agreement on this lovely site, I shall show the utmost respect to all reviewers. Unless I'm making fun of them. Oh, well.

Anyway, welcome and enjoy!

It was a cool October day, the doors to the garage open and letting in the breeze and afternoon sunshine. Under the second-hand car he had just acquired, Logan worked, despite the myriad distractions that assaulted his enhanced senses. It wasn't the roughness of the garage floor under his back or the overwhelming smell of the various other fluids he'd changed on the car. It wasn't even the country music pounding out of the speakers. No, he liked that well enough.

What he did find utterly distracting was the damn kid, Rogue, Marie, her singing along with the music. Her cedar-and-rain scent permeating even the garage smells. Tucked under the car, he could hear her moving around, the heels of her boots clacking on the cement. When she danced in front of where he lay, he could see those battered boots, her faded jeans outlining them.

He sighed. The damn girl just couldn't stop moving today. "Hey, kid, I need that wrench and pan from the workbench. Help me out?"

"Sure thing, sugar," she sang in tune to the song playing, and he watched her boots dance over to the workbench. Marie rummaged around in the assorted tools he kept on the bench, finally coming up with items he'd requested. As she strode back to the car, her boots thumped to the rhythm of the music as the song changed, her voice raised with the gritty lyrics. She stood next to the car and stopped. Logan knew just what she'd look like, her legs spread in a wide stance, hips cocked. Head thrown back as she sang from the bottom of her lungs.

He wanted to just close his eyes, let her voice, her scent, her very Marie-ness wash over him. When she couldn't see him, when no one could see him, those were the only times he let himself have that, when there was no one to see and judge him for breathing her in. Fuck it, he wanted to soak her up. Because he wanted it so badly, and he felt guilty for it, he cursed under his breath, kicked out, hooked Marie's ankle with his own boot. Gave a quick jerk.

Marie landed on her ass with a shriek and a clatter, the wrench and the pan skittering across the concrete. Logan's laugh rolled out from under the car as the Rogue did a little of her own cursing. He was more than a little amused to hear a few of his own favorites mixed it. However, the Rogue had been coached by the Wolverine and her well-trained reflexes were deeply ingrained. Like a snake, Marie's hand clamped on Logan's boot and she hauled him halfway out of the shelter of the car, still laughing like a loon. Her fist struck out, a sharp pain on his ribs, though judging by her gasp his adamantium bones hurt her more than she'd hurt him.

He grabbed for her hands to prevent her bashing her hands further, but she slid them from his grip, the butter smooth leather of her gloves letting her slither free. She yanked on his jeans, pulling him farther out of the sanctuary of the car. This time her fist aimed for his face.

He snagged it, and, still laughing, dragged her down across his chest. But the Rogue was no weakling and had been through many a Danger Room tour. Logan knew what she was capable of; he'd taught her all he knew about hand-to-hand combat. He approved of her fearlessness and her temper. Like a feral, Marie went for his throat but he pushed her back, mindful of his strength, so that she skidded on her butt. In a flash, she launched herself back on him and he could only be proud of her tenaciousness. However, the kid wouldn't pull her punches and he had no interest in nursing her broken hands, so he snagged both fists and used her momentum to flip over. Pinned her hands to the floor of the garage.

She bucked under him, using the tricks he'd taught her, scissorred her legs around his and arching up. With a normal opponent, perhaps one not weighed down with more than two hundred pounds of adamantium, the move would have had him on his back. However, Logan didn't move with the motion and all Marie did was shove her body up into direct contact with Logan's.

His weight pressed her to the concrete, her hair spread over the oil stained floor. His big hands still held hers to the ground on either side of her head and he could feel her pulse hammering under his fingers. Honed feral senses perked up as her scent spiked, suddenly not so much cedar-and-rain as wildfire-and-lightning. He could almost feel the electricity humming under the leather of her gloves.

Those damn gloves! She had control, had learned it as her power grew back after taking that fucking Cure and she didn't need the stupid things. With a growl, he caged both wrists in one of his hands and peeled off the leather, exposing her creamy skin, first one hand then the second. When she cursed at him, he knocked his forehead against hers and snarled, "You don't fucking need them, why do you keep wearin''em?"

"I'm used to them," Marie gasped out. "Plus," she added with an annoyed yank on her wrists, "they make me slippery, so I can get away from lumps of metal like you!" He knocked his head against hers again, hard enough to make a thunking noise and elicit a groan and a scowl from her.

"Yeah, well, this lump of metal has got you in a pretty helpless position, don't I?" He grinned down at her, using the weight of his body between her legs to keep her pinned to the floor as she squirmed and wiggled, looking for a way past his guard. "So, Rogue, you're outweighed, outgunned, and trapped, what's your plan?"

She glared up at him, suddenly breathless at the feel of his weight pressing down on her. There was a lot of pressure in one very specific place and it was making all kinds of interesting thoughts pop into her head. Thoughts like how they were alone in the garage, how he smelled like pine needles and grease and good, clean sweat, how his weight pressed her hard to the floor…

Logan's eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared at the new smell… Now she was moss-and-smoke, dark and earthy and it was pure arousal. He knew it well, had smelled it before, usually when she thought he wasn't paying any attention to her, like when they watched tv together. Or more often, when he passed her bedroom door on the way to his own room. Usually he let it go; it was safer all around if they both pretended there was nothing but friendship between them.

He knew she'd been attracted to him when she was younger; he was the Wolverine after all, and she'd been an impressionable girl who'd put her trust in him. Through the thick and thin, he liked to think that he'd done an alright job of it. After all, she was now a grown woman of twenty-three and perfectly capable of taking down any opponent she wished. Even him, if she really wanted; he figured she was about the only one who could take him down and keep him down, if it came to that.

A puppy-love crush from a girl of sixteen was not something he'd've taken advantage of, at least that's what he always told himself. Now, the heady lust of a grown woman, one whose body was currently pressed intimately to his own… Well, that was something else entirely.

Slowly, exerting a control he didn't know he had, giving her time to stop him, he laid his lips over hers. For a second, he waited, listening to her heart stutter and gallop, then mold her to his, keeping his eyes open and on her wide green ones.

When she exhaled his name, he breathed it in and watched her eyes flare. This time when his lips met hers, passion was there, fiery and hot. His tongue ran over her lips and played for entrance, licking and tickling. When she didn't at once allow him in, he used his free hand to cup her face, pressing her jaw with his thumb so that her mouth opened. He took immediate advantage and thrust his tongue in, tasting her spicy sweetness. Devoured her in greedy bites.

She moaned softly. Kissed him back with intensity. There was little gentleness with these two as their teeth nipped and clashed. Their mouths parted and he took his on a journey of her face, over her jaw and to her ears, taking little bites at her neck and earlobes, uncaring that he was leaving marks on her pale skin with his teeth and stubble. Glorying in the redness he brought. His hands still bracketed hers over her head and she arched up, pressing her breasts to his chest. Logan pulled away from nuzzling that tender spot where her pulse beat fast on her neck and growled, "You gonna hit me again if I let you go, kid?"

When she shook her head no, he narrowed his eyes. "I'm not sure I trust that…but what the hell?"

Logan's hand lifted from her wrists and went to her hip, stroking his long fingers up over her soft belly while his mouth returned to take hers. Marie's hands went to the back of his head, dug into his crazy hair. Dragged him closer. With him immersed in the kiss, she slid her hands down his tough body, her nails clawing at his skin through his oil-stained undershirt. He rumbled and used one hand to drag it off over his head. Marie hummed her pleasure and dug her fingers into the muscles of his back. He rumbled back at her and slid his hands under her tanktop.

She squirmed under his hands, whispering for more. He pulled away from her, lifted his head to look town at her, her cheeks rosily flushed and her lips swollen from his. She arched up and dug her nails in, panting, "Logan, goddamn it!"

Logan dropped his head back to the curve of her neck, murmuring something that sounded like "Greedy kid," and ran his hands up to her breasts. Fondled her under the tanktop and her bra. Her skin was warm and soft and he could feel her shivering, smell the arousal pouring off her in waves. His mouth watered to taste her and the clothing was in his way. With a growl and a snick, a single adamantium claw slid halfway out.

A flick of his wrist and her shirt and bra split down the middle, exposing her torso to his hungry eyes. Another snick and the claw was back in and his hands were on her skin, cupping her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and rumbled deep in his chest at her moan of pleasure. There was no way he could resist dropping his head and kissing those breasts, licking over the pretty nipples. Hungry for more, he cupped both breasts and pressed them together, taking both nipples into his mouth. When he scraped his teeth over them, her scent spiked again.

He lifted his head and smirked down at the flushed and panting Rogue. "Ya like it rough, kid?" His voice was nearly too rough to understand, what with the blood pounding in her head. All Marie could was squeak out was his name again. Logan's head dipped to her, making eye contact over the expanse of her rosy chest. "Darlin', you seem to be having a bit of trouble with your words today."

Her hand left his back to smack him on the side of his head. He just grinned at her and returned to nibbling on her breasts; he let his hands to drift down, rubbed over her hips and thighs, stroked back up the inside of her legs.

With his hand poised just below Marie's center, he let himself bask in the heat emanating from her. When she growled, "Logan, come on..." he smiled wickedly and crushed his lips to hers again, pushing his fingers against her heat. The smell of her, her spice and smoke wreathed his head, making him drunk. Marie pressed down on his teasing fingers and licked his lips. Sharp little teeth sunk into his lower lip and he snarled at her, forcing his fingers tightly to her through the denim of her jeans.

Her body's dampness soaked the material and he could feel it on his fingers, slick and silky. It wasn't nearly enough for him. With her head lolling back in pure carnality, the snick of Logan's claws barely registered. The cold air let in by him slicing a gash in the crotch of her jeans did register, but only for the briefest second before the heat of Logan's fingers warmed her up.

She cried out at the first tough of his skin on her: too much, too much, but not enough!

With his mouth feasting on her hungry lips, rumbling in pleasure at the silky flesh between her legs, Logan speared his fingers into her. Marie cried out again, the yelping gasp half muffled by his lips. The tough little body tightened like a coiled spring under his. Logan laughed against her mouth and husked out, "Been a while, hasn't it, darlin'? Mm, you're so fuckin' tight and wet…" His voice trailed off to a low rumble as he pressed his long fingers deeper and felt the flimsy barrier.

Pleasure, primal and more forceful than he could have anticipated roared through him: she was untouched. The magnificent, powerful, passionate Rogue was a virgin…He'd known that, of course he had, he'd have smelled any man foolish enough to put his hands on her. But the feral in his head howled with yearning and he couldn't stop himself from snagging her lips with bruising force, sharing his desire with her. Then the Wolverine eased up a bit in his head and Logan pulled off her, lifting his fingers from the glorious heat, and knocked his forehead to hers. The gesture was so utterly Logan that Marie just chuckled breathlessly into his face.

Logan rubbed his nose on her face and down into her hair, soaking up more of her scent. "Rogue… God, Marie." Without putting too fine a point, Marie, spurred on by the Rogue, was a highly sensual woman. A highly sensual woman who took touching too seriously to sleep with random men but one who he knew for a fact had visited the special store in town. That one store where they sold overpriced pieces of plastic and silicone in pretty colors designed in the fanciful image of a certain body part. That store.

"You're still…?"

She just shook her head and tried to pull him down for a kiss again. "No, wait, Marie, hang on –" Logan lifted his head so he could speak without encountering her lips. "Darlin'… No, I ain't gonna take your first time on the greasy floor of the garage."

"Logan, please… You wouldn't get me running hot like this and just leave me!" Her voice spiked on a little wail. "I need…please, Logan, I need you…" Her words trailed off and he could hear her heart pounding under his chest.

The Wolverine grinned wickedly down at her from his place between her legs. "Aw, baby, you don't gotta beg." He dipped his head and brushed his lips to her ear as she grabbed his shoulders and hung on, rumbled in her ear, "But I sure like it when you do." He raised his head and gave her a roguish smile. "Darlin', of course I won't leave you like this. Maybe I ain't gonna take you, not here and now, but …" He stopped speaking to just watch her when he trailed his fingers over that tender place between her legs again. When his girl flinched under his broad fingers, he just nuzzled her throat, licking and sucking at the pulse point that beat like a hammer.

Dragged his sharp teeth over that spot. Reveled in her helpless whimper.

Her body twitched and he could feel her fluttering against his fingers, her silken liquid soaking them as he stroked in and out. Her strong body arched under his, and he used one hand between her breasts to push her back down. "Uh-uh, darlin', you just lie there and take it like a good little Rogue." She growled at him and he felt her mutation kick in, a tickle that started at his palm and fingers, and moved up his arm. In half a second, his claws snicked out an inch or so and he pressed the back of them to her chest, using the adamantium she couldn't draw on to keep her in place.

"Oh, no you don't, darlin', that's not how you're gonna get me inside of you," he teased. When he felt the pull on his fingers buried in her body relax, he retracted the middle claw and slid his hand up her chest, pressing his palm to her throat, squeezed lightly, then the flat of his fist. He let the two outer claws slide slowly out to spear into the cement on either side of her throat. "Now stay still, little girl, and you won't get hurt."

Under his heavy body, she shivered and the smell of her spiked. It wasn't fear of his words or claws but a wash of excitement and he couldn't stop the smirk that slid over his face. So his girl was a little into the wildness. Well, he could use that later, once he'd fully claimed her. For now, anyway…

With a grunt drawn from his own turmoil, fuck, it was hard to make plans about taking care and making her first time a good kind of memorable when she was wet and willing and moving so sweetly under his claws, he pulled he fingers from her wet sheath. She moaned softly and her hips tried to follow his fingers up. His smile widened and he pressed his fingers back in, using the heel of his hand to hold her to the floor. Then he set up a steady, driving rhythm, moving his digits in and out of her, curling them up to stroke that soft place inside of her coiled body.

Her entire body shook, sweat beading on her flushed face, her nipples still hard as little stones and he could tell she wasn't far from her peak. Logan couldn't resist and lowered his head again to her breasts, latching his mouth onto one rosy peak and drawing strongly. She wailed, "Logan! Wolverine!" and his feral side notched a click tighter and his teeth dug into the tender nub he held.

Around his invading fingers, she clamped and spasmed. He groaned his pleasure around her breast and kept thrusting, dragging out her orgasm until she was breathless and limp under him.

When finally even the little aftershocks had stopped, he slowly withdrew his hand from the soft cavern between her legs. Her head was down on the ground again, her face flushed and lax, but her drowsy eyes following the movement of his damp fingers. When he brought his fingers to his mouth, licked her juices off with a mischievous leer, she just whimpered. Once he'd cleaned his fingers of her scent, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, tasting all of her.

Again he nuzzled her throat, breathing in the newly softened smell of her, of his Marie when she was sated by a man, by him for the very first time. He rolled them over, taking her weight on his chest with no difficulty. She struggled weakly in his arms but he just slapped a broad hand onto her ass and shifted her so that the hole in her jeans was right over the bulge behind his zipper. She could feel the press of the tiny metal teeth against the still-tender and sensitive flesh between her legs and reached for him, sliding one of her naked hands between their bodies to cup him through the taut denim.

He could see the back of her hand spreading the lips of her body and he rumbled, "Darlin', I need you to get off of me. I'm gonna change my mind any minute about taking you here in the grease if you keep that hand on that pretty pussy of yours."

Marie's eyebrows rose and she pressed her right hand to the floor next to his head and raised her body enough to look down between them. When her head tipped back up to his, her face flushed but she let a smile creep across her lips as she turned her hand around, moving to tickle her exposed flesh with her fingertips.

Logan's eyes flared gold and he fisted one hand in her hair, the other on her ass. He yanked her head down and to the side, digging his teeth into the space between her throat and shoulder. He growled against her skin, "Baby, you're gonna do that for me again, but it's gonna be in my bed and we're both gonna be bare-ass naked when you do. Now, get your cute little ass out of here before I change my mind about letting you go."

Marie wanted to argue, wanted to lean down and kiss him and make him finish what he'd started, but she could see the Wolverine flickering gold in his eyes. She didn't fear the Wolverine, never had. Had never had any cause to. But she knew Logan didn't trust that part of himself, not where gentleness and care were concerned, especially not with her. New as this was to her, and while she knew the Wolverine would never hurt her, she suspected Logan was right in worrying that the Wolverine wouldn't make her first time easy. He would never forgive himself for hurting her; Logan had obscure moments of chivalry and she had a feeling that letting the Wolverine take her first time would be crossing all of his protective lines.

This was going to be hard enough, walking away from him, for both of them, without pushing his feral side to the limits. So she just nodded and lifted herself off of his body, keeping her hand down in front of the sliced hole in her jeans but careful to not actually touch her skin; that would only enflame her stressed feral more. From above him, she looked down at him, her eyes dark. "Don't think you're running away after this. Meet me after dinner." She turned and strode from the garage, stopping only long enough to snatch up her leather jacket and wrapping it around her tattered clothing. Her only goal was to get back to her room without anyone stopping her to ask why she looked like she'd just been mugged.