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 place.

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 mission debriefings.

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, walking off.

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 a smirk.

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 room.

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 erection.

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 breaking contact.

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.

"Uh..."

"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 and 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 hip.

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 hers.

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 else's?"

"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, sugar?"

"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.

The End