Post by Cascadia on Sept 23, 2006 14:35:26 GMT -5
Logan waited for the door to close, and then listened to the water start up. He considered walking in, surpising her. Gently, he started stroking himself, picturing the look on her face when he appeared in the shower next to her, imagining her naked body slick with water. Grinning, he turned and let her alone. She was probably sore. Logan tugged open his drawers, grabbing fresh clothes. Usually he'd just wear whatever was laying around, but he didn't want to stink. Not with Jeannie...Logan smiled, a rare event. Walking out of his room, he shut the door and started down the hallway.
He wasn't in the mood for breakfast, maybe a danger room sesion. He ran a hand back through his hair, hurrying to the lower levels of the mansion, not wanting to meet anyone on his way there...just incase. Fortunetly, he made it there with no interruptions, and walked into the control room after changing into his practice uniform. Selecting a program, he walked back into the simulation chamber, waiting for the computer to start up the program he'd chosen.
Virtual images formed before his eyes, and he unsheathed his claws, anticipating the fight. He blinked once, and was in run down New York, buildings redced to mere rubble, the streets plagued with cracks and abandoned cars. Small fires were scattered along the broken pavement, giving light to the whole surreal scene. The fire casted shadows as well, dancing around the edges of his vision.
Logan growled, crouching low to the ground. Waiting, he strained his already acute senses, trying to hear over the deafening silence. His dark eyes reflected in the fire, raking the scene for predetors. A small metallica noise caught his attention. Left, he thought, turning his body to face where the noise had come from, and he waited, body almost shaking now, wanting to rip into something. Wolverine paced inside him, muscles twitching. Logan kept him back, knowing his weak spot was running in without a clue of what he was up against.
Growling again, he tensed, waiting...his body ready to snap. Logan closed his eyes, counting slowly to calm himself, knowing he'd stay taut enough to kill something instantly. Logan ground his teeth, and then heard it again. Metal scraping against metal. Wolverine roared, and Logan let out his own battle cry, claws gleaming in the flickering light, as he shot forward into the darkness.
Water poured down from above, lightly running down her skin, as she twisted her hand into her hair, wringing it out and then letting it fall back down her back, the showerhead still pumping clear hot water. Sighing softly, she stepped out of the water to massage conditioner into her hair, the faint scent of coconuts tickling her senses.
Logan. Her heart fluttered as she thought of him, and she blushed, feeling like a high school girl with a crush. Frowning, she stepped back into the water, letting it rinse out her hair. Last night had been amazing, just what she needed. Somehow, he was just there for her whenever she needed him most. But what about the other times ?
Logan wasn't one to settle down with. He was restless, spontanious, an animal. All traits that made her want him all the more, but for what ? Lust ? Or something more..?
Jean turned the knobs, the water shutting off. Wringing her hair out again, she stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile floor. Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off some and then wrapped it around her, walkin into his room and opening the door. Peaking out, she pulled it farther open and started down the hallway toward her room.
A few steps later, Ororro walked from around the corner, spotting Jean easily. Her eyes glanced to Logan's door, still open and then back to Jean. Raising an eyebrow, she continued past Jean, deciding not to say anything. Jean blushed, hurrying into her room and shutting the door.
Resting her back against the door, Jean closed her eyes. What am I doing ? I'm supposed to be a good example. She frowned, hating where her thoughts were going, but knew she had to do it anyway.
Yes, last night had been amazing. But she couldn't expect Logan to always be there, something she needed in a man.
Logan was panting by the time the simulation was over, sentenial pieces covering the already destroyed city. Retracting his claws, he walked over to the exit, stripping. His shirt was off by the time he'd gotten to the door, the city now just blueish tiles of memory, slowly evaporating into the air. Still smirking from his victory, Logan was feeling pretty damn good. His muscles ached slightly, and his adrenalyn was still pulsing in his veins wildly, giving him his favorite high.
He tossed his shirt back into his 'locker' the cabinet decorated enough like one that he'd come to start calling it that. Quiet footsteps made him turn, and when he spotted Ororro he relaxed.
"Mornin'." He grunted, slightly annoyed. He'd been in the process of removing his pants, his shoes and socks already in the locker. It was stupid to go into the showers, wash then go back and put away your clothes. Might as well just go in naked and take in fresh clothes with you, then leave after. But that was his thoughts. Shrugging, he didn't mind an audience. Jean flashed through his mind, and he wondered if she was the jealous type. He grinned again slightly, grabbing the change of clothes he'd brought. Kicking off his pants, he threw them up in the locker too, shutting it. Holding his clothes over his lower region, he tried being slightly decent in front of her, having given up on boxers long ago.
"Good morning, Logan." Her voice was gentler then usual, and he hesitated, wondering if a lecture was following.
"How ya been 'Ro ?" He asked gruffly, walking slowly toward the men's showers. She kept step beside him, and he could feel her eyes on him. He was used to getting stares, his habits uncommon in normal societies, like, walking around naked.
"I've been alright. How about you ?" He glanced at her, her sudden appearence and want for small talk making him slightly paranoid.
"Jus' fine." Grunting, he pushed open the door the the men's room. Offerning a soft "See ya," to Storm.
The door swung closed behind him, and he dropped his cothes to the floor, turning on a shower. The steam started filling the room, and Logan closed his eyes, letting his body relax under the hot water. He grabbed the bottle of body wash he'd left there, having showered so many times in the danger room section that he'd eventually just had his own soap there permantly. Squeezing some into his hand, he starting rubbing his shoulders and arms, then moved down to his chest.
A light foam covered his upper region, and he slid his hands over his hips quickly, spreading the soap over all of him, his hand pausing on his dick, Jeannie running through his mind again. Stroking himself slowly, he closed his eyes and pictured her showering, her hands moving over him, breasts pressing against him. He breathed in the soapy smell, imagening her wet hair tickling his shoulder, her hands reaching around him, helping him jerk off...
Logan's eyes snapped open and he spun, grabbing the woman's wrists, expecting Jean to have snuck up on him, but after he'd rubbed the water fron his eyes, his jaw dropped open slightly, and anger filled him.
"Ororro ?" His voice was gruff, she staight at him, being maybe half an inch shorter.
"Logan," she purred in responce, soap running down her exposed chest, probably from when she's pressed up against him. Logan glared, pushing her backwards roughly, not caring where or how hard she fell. Shutting off the water quickly, he took long strides over to the towels, grabbing two. He threw one over at her, kneeling on the floor, hair draped over her shoulders, barely covering her chest.
Being a man, his eyes paused to linger on her longer then they should, but he turned away, wrapping his towel around his waist quickly. Tucking in one side so it would stay up, he walked over to her and grabbed her arm, jerking her to her feet.
"The hell do ya think yer doin' ?" He snarled at her, annoyed at himself that he'd noticed her towel falling off, landing softly at her feet. Storm smiled at him, her other hand sliding up his slick side, reaching his chest when his other hand caught her arm.
"Jean got her turn, didn't she ?" Ororro's eyes flashed, and Logan caught anger, annoyance, and unexpected envy, before she pulled back, and he released her, unable to ignore her ass while she stalked out.
Shaking his head, Logan grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly. Rushing to to door, he shook his head, trying to straighten out his thoughts. What the hell is wrong with everyone lately ?
Jean walked down to the kitchen, stomach in knots. How will he take it ? She'd considered just being fuck friends, but that wouldn't work. Everyone would know. And she wanted to settle down. She could go around like him, be a free spirit and enjoy one night stands, but a part of her got too attached, and it hurt losing all she cared for.
Like Scott.
Jean scowled, pushing him from her mind. She still cared, you can't just forget about years worth of memories with someone, but she would not take him back. He walked out, and was gone for too long. Maybe a week or so to clear his head would have been fine, but two, three weeks ? And fights before that...it wasn't worth it. She'd begun moving on a while ago, and with each passing day, she shut out more and more of him.
Reaching the kitchen, Jean looked around for Logan, not finding him she frowned. She really needed to get this out, while she still had her couraged pooled.
"Morning ma chere," Remy smiled at her from the counter, and she offered a strained smile in return before walking out of the kitchen, doing a quick mind - scan. He was coming from the danger room. She started through the main hallway, meeting him halfway into it.
"Logan," she started, before catching the look on his face. Startled, she lost her thoughts. "What's wrong ?" She asked instead, hating the look on his face. He shook his head, and she sensed him trying to find the words. Pushing into his mind slowly, he snapped his head back, driving her back from his thoughts. Startled, Jean withdrew into her own mind and repeated herself.
"Nothin' Jeannie, just...stuff." He scratched his head, eyes not meeting hers. Jean felt slightly annoyed, and scowled, dragging up her thoughts.
"Logan, about...us." His eyes met hers, carefully blank. She decided not to break in and find out exactly what he was feeling, knowing that only overwhelming sadness would follow, as always. Gathering her thoughts, she continued, not noticing the white - haired woman enter the room.
"It's not going to work, whatever we would have had. We're too different," Jean paused, and glanced up at him. Mistake. His eyes were a mixture of rage and loss, making her heart twist in her chest painfully. She stared back down but couldn't get the look of defeat from her mind.
"I need someone who's always here for me," she said, now just throwing exscuses at him.
"I could stay..." he began, his voice crumpling. Jean shook her head, closing her eyes. She wanted to shut him out, she could feel his desperation on the air, she needent even go into his mind.
"I can't do that to you, I know a cage would kill you Logan, and I refuse to be your bars." Logan opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again. Jean looked up again, watching the sadness drain from his eyes, replaced by pure anger.
"So what the hell was last night ?" His voice was rough, as always, but this time it was backed by pain, and Jean fought the urge to wince as he spoke. She looked for words in her mind, unsure of what to say to him at this point.
"Bonsoir," Remy entered from the kitchen, giving a small wave at the couple, and then Storm. Logan glared at Remy while Jean glanced at Storm, and Remy stopped dead. "Am I..interrupting ?" His french accent dripping with unease, knowing something was going on. He glanced at Jean, then Logan who was now scowling at Storm, having noticed her in the room. Jean watch Logan look over at Storm and tilted her head curiously. Pushing into his mind again, she sped over his morning and took a step back from him, now furious herself.
"What was last night to you, Logan ? Obviously it meant nothing if you're already looking for someone else the next day." Jean spat at him, and Ororro walked forward, glaring at Jean.
"Jealous, Jean ?" She spoke angrily, Remy now backing away from the whole scene while Logan grimaced.
"Jealous ?" Jean almost laughed, "of what ?" Her eyes moved down the woman quickly, obvious distaste seen on her face. Storm's cheeks reddened slightly, her eyes burning into Jeans. Remy glanced up at Logan, unsure of whether to stay and help seperate the women, or just go, and perhaps run for his life. Logan's dead eyes offered no answer. Ororro opened her mouth to say something but Logan cut her off.
"Why are you even bothering Jean ? If it meant nothing to you either, I might as well be with Storm." An obvious bluff. But The anger in Jean's eyes died some, replaced but hurt that she covered up rather quickly. Shaking her head, Jean blinked back tears. She walked away from Logan, Storm smirking at her back. Remy walked after Jean, tenderly taking her elbow. Jean whirled around and smacked him hard across the face, lashing out at whatever touched her. Logan stared, hating himself for letting her walk away, and Storm for standing closer to him, and Remy for touching her when it should have been him getting smacked.
Storm's hand snaked up, gripping Logan's arm tightly, as if that meant something. To Jean it did, and all three could see the rage in her eyes, while she strut quickly back to the woman, raising her hand to strike her as well.
The front door swung open, distracting the women in the room from their squabble to the person entering. Simutaniously, two of four mouths dropped open, one growled and the last gave a quiet "Merde oh," when the man entered the room.
Scott's eyes grazed over the scene, eyebrow raising over his shades. Jean shut her mouth, standing in place, unsure what to say at this point, and lowered her hand. Scott seemed to find the words first, and gripped the doorknob tightly.
"Hello," he nodded, glancing around at the others, his eyes lingering on Logan a moment longer then everyone else.
"Welcome back," Remy nodded back at him. Scott opened his mouth, shut it and then cleared his throat.
"Jean," he started, walking into the room, stepping out of the way of the door. "This...is..."
And behind him, a young blonde woman followed. Her bright blue eyes scanned the room quickly, a superiour smile playing on her thin lips. She finished for him, her voice drawling with a heavy british accent.
"Emma." She smiled at Jean, her perfect white teeth gleaming. "Emma Frost."
He wasn't in the mood for breakfast, maybe a danger room sesion. He ran a hand back through his hair, hurrying to the lower levels of the mansion, not wanting to meet anyone on his way there...just incase. Fortunetly, he made it there with no interruptions, and walked into the control room after changing into his practice uniform. Selecting a program, he walked back into the simulation chamber, waiting for the computer to start up the program he'd chosen.
Virtual images formed before his eyes, and he unsheathed his claws, anticipating the fight. He blinked once, and was in run down New York, buildings redced to mere rubble, the streets plagued with cracks and abandoned cars. Small fires were scattered along the broken pavement, giving light to the whole surreal scene. The fire casted shadows as well, dancing around the edges of his vision.
Logan growled, crouching low to the ground. Waiting, he strained his already acute senses, trying to hear over the deafening silence. His dark eyes reflected in the fire, raking the scene for predetors. A small metallica noise caught his attention. Left, he thought, turning his body to face where the noise had come from, and he waited, body almost shaking now, wanting to rip into something. Wolverine paced inside him, muscles twitching. Logan kept him back, knowing his weak spot was running in without a clue of what he was up against.
Growling again, he tensed, waiting...his body ready to snap. Logan closed his eyes, counting slowly to calm himself, knowing he'd stay taut enough to kill something instantly. Logan ground his teeth, and then heard it again. Metal scraping against metal. Wolverine roared, and Logan let out his own battle cry, claws gleaming in the flickering light, as he shot forward into the darkness.
Water poured down from above, lightly running down her skin, as she twisted her hand into her hair, wringing it out and then letting it fall back down her back, the showerhead still pumping clear hot water. Sighing softly, she stepped out of the water to massage conditioner into her hair, the faint scent of coconuts tickling her senses.
Logan. Her heart fluttered as she thought of him, and she blushed, feeling like a high school girl with a crush. Frowning, she stepped back into the water, letting it rinse out her hair. Last night had been amazing, just what she needed. Somehow, he was just there for her whenever she needed him most. But what about the other times ?
Logan wasn't one to settle down with. He was restless, spontanious, an animal. All traits that made her want him all the more, but for what ? Lust ? Or something more..?
Jean turned the knobs, the water shutting off. Wringing her hair out again, she stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile floor. Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off some and then wrapped it around her, walkin into his room and opening the door. Peaking out, she pulled it farther open and started down the hallway toward her room.
A few steps later, Ororro walked from around the corner, spotting Jean easily. Her eyes glanced to Logan's door, still open and then back to Jean. Raising an eyebrow, she continued past Jean, deciding not to say anything. Jean blushed, hurrying into her room and shutting the door.
Resting her back against the door, Jean closed her eyes. What am I doing ? I'm supposed to be a good example. She frowned, hating where her thoughts were going, but knew she had to do it anyway.
Yes, last night had been amazing. But she couldn't expect Logan to always be there, something she needed in a man.
Logan was panting by the time the simulation was over, sentenial pieces covering the already destroyed city. Retracting his claws, he walked over to the exit, stripping. His shirt was off by the time he'd gotten to the door, the city now just blueish tiles of memory, slowly evaporating into the air. Still smirking from his victory, Logan was feeling pretty damn good. His muscles ached slightly, and his adrenalyn was still pulsing in his veins wildly, giving him his favorite high.
He tossed his shirt back into his 'locker' the cabinet decorated enough like one that he'd come to start calling it that. Quiet footsteps made him turn, and when he spotted Ororro he relaxed.
"Mornin'." He grunted, slightly annoyed. He'd been in the process of removing his pants, his shoes and socks already in the locker. It was stupid to go into the showers, wash then go back and put away your clothes. Might as well just go in naked and take in fresh clothes with you, then leave after. But that was his thoughts. Shrugging, he didn't mind an audience. Jean flashed through his mind, and he wondered if she was the jealous type. He grinned again slightly, grabbing the change of clothes he'd brought. Kicking off his pants, he threw them up in the locker too, shutting it. Holding his clothes over his lower region, he tried being slightly decent in front of her, having given up on boxers long ago.
"Good morning, Logan." Her voice was gentler then usual, and he hesitated, wondering if a lecture was following.
"How ya been 'Ro ?" He asked gruffly, walking slowly toward the men's showers. She kept step beside him, and he could feel her eyes on him. He was used to getting stares, his habits uncommon in normal societies, like, walking around naked.
"I've been alright. How about you ?" He glanced at her, her sudden appearence and want for small talk making him slightly paranoid.
"Jus' fine." Grunting, he pushed open the door the the men's room. Offerning a soft "See ya," to Storm.
The door swung closed behind him, and he dropped his cothes to the floor, turning on a shower. The steam started filling the room, and Logan closed his eyes, letting his body relax under the hot water. He grabbed the bottle of body wash he'd left there, having showered so many times in the danger room section that he'd eventually just had his own soap there permantly. Squeezing some into his hand, he starting rubbing his shoulders and arms, then moved down to his chest.
A light foam covered his upper region, and he slid his hands over his hips quickly, spreading the soap over all of him, his hand pausing on his dick, Jeannie running through his mind again. Stroking himself slowly, he closed his eyes and pictured her showering, her hands moving over him, breasts pressing against him. He breathed in the soapy smell, imagening her wet hair tickling his shoulder, her hands reaching around him, helping him jerk off...
Logan's eyes snapped open and he spun, grabbing the woman's wrists, expecting Jean to have snuck up on him, but after he'd rubbed the water fron his eyes, his jaw dropped open slightly, and anger filled him.
"Ororro ?" His voice was gruff, she staight at him, being maybe half an inch shorter.
"Logan," she purred in responce, soap running down her exposed chest, probably from when she's pressed up against him. Logan glared, pushing her backwards roughly, not caring where or how hard she fell. Shutting off the water quickly, he took long strides over to the towels, grabbing two. He threw one over at her, kneeling on the floor, hair draped over her shoulders, barely covering her chest.
Being a man, his eyes paused to linger on her longer then they should, but he turned away, wrapping his towel around his waist quickly. Tucking in one side so it would stay up, he walked over to her and grabbed her arm, jerking her to her feet.
"The hell do ya think yer doin' ?" He snarled at her, annoyed at himself that he'd noticed her towel falling off, landing softly at her feet. Storm smiled at him, her other hand sliding up his slick side, reaching his chest when his other hand caught her arm.
"Jean got her turn, didn't she ?" Ororro's eyes flashed, and Logan caught anger, annoyance, and unexpected envy, before she pulled back, and he released her, unable to ignore her ass while she stalked out.
Shaking his head, Logan grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly. Rushing to to door, he shook his head, trying to straighten out his thoughts. What the hell is wrong with everyone lately ?
Jean walked down to the kitchen, stomach in knots. How will he take it ? She'd considered just being fuck friends, but that wouldn't work. Everyone would know. And she wanted to settle down. She could go around like him, be a free spirit and enjoy one night stands, but a part of her got too attached, and it hurt losing all she cared for.
Like Scott.
Jean scowled, pushing him from her mind. She still cared, you can't just forget about years worth of memories with someone, but she would not take him back. He walked out, and was gone for too long. Maybe a week or so to clear his head would have been fine, but two, three weeks ? And fights before that...it wasn't worth it. She'd begun moving on a while ago, and with each passing day, she shut out more and more of him.
Reaching the kitchen, Jean looked around for Logan, not finding him she frowned. She really needed to get this out, while she still had her couraged pooled.
"Morning ma chere," Remy smiled at her from the counter, and she offered a strained smile in return before walking out of the kitchen, doing a quick mind - scan. He was coming from the danger room. She started through the main hallway, meeting him halfway into it.
"Logan," she started, before catching the look on his face. Startled, she lost her thoughts. "What's wrong ?" She asked instead, hating the look on his face. He shook his head, and she sensed him trying to find the words. Pushing into his mind slowly, he snapped his head back, driving her back from his thoughts. Startled, Jean withdrew into her own mind and repeated herself.
"Nothin' Jeannie, just...stuff." He scratched his head, eyes not meeting hers. Jean felt slightly annoyed, and scowled, dragging up her thoughts.
"Logan, about...us." His eyes met hers, carefully blank. She decided not to break in and find out exactly what he was feeling, knowing that only overwhelming sadness would follow, as always. Gathering her thoughts, she continued, not noticing the white - haired woman enter the room.
"It's not going to work, whatever we would have had. We're too different," Jean paused, and glanced up at him. Mistake. His eyes were a mixture of rage and loss, making her heart twist in her chest painfully. She stared back down but couldn't get the look of defeat from her mind.
"I need someone who's always here for me," she said, now just throwing exscuses at him.
"I could stay..." he began, his voice crumpling. Jean shook her head, closing her eyes. She wanted to shut him out, she could feel his desperation on the air, she needent even go into his mind.
"I can't do that to you, I know a cage would kill you Logan, and I refuse to be your bars." Logan opened his mouth to protest, but shut it again. Jean looked up again, watching the sadness drain from his eyes, replaced by pure anger.
"So what the hell was last night ?" His voice was rough, as always, but this time it was backed by pain, and Jean fought the urge to wince as he spoke. She looked for words in her mind, unsure of what to say to him at this point.
"Bonsoir," Remy entered from the kitchen, giving a small wave at the couple, and then Storm. Logan glared at Remy while Jean glanced at Storm, and Remy stopped dead. "Am I..interrupting ?" His french accent dripping with unease, knowing something was going on. He glanced at Jean, then Logan who was now scowling at Storm, having noticed her in the room. Jean watch Logan look over at Storm and tilted her head curiously. Pushing into his mind again, she sped over his morning and took a step back from him, now furious herself.
"What was last night to you, Logan ? Obviously it meant nothing if you're already looking for someone else the next day." Jean spat at him, and Ororro walked forward, glaring at Jean.
"Jealous, Jean ?" She spoke angrily, Remy now backing away from the whole scene while Logan grimaced.
"Jealous ?" Jean almost laughed, "of what ?" Her eyes moved down the woman quickly, obvious distaste seen on her face. Storm's cheeks reddened slightly, her eyes burning into Jeans. Remy glanced up at Logan, unsure of whether to stay and help seperate the women, or just go, and perhaps run for his life. Logan's dead eyes offered no answer. Ororro opened her mouth to say something but Logan cut her off.
"Why are you even bothering Jean ? If it meant nothing to you either, I might as well be with Storm." An obvious bluff. But The anger in Jean's eyes died some, replaced but hurt that she covered up rather quickly. Shaking her head, Jean blinked back tears. She walked away from Logan, Storm smirking at her back. Remy walked after Jean, tenderly taking her elbow. Jean whirled around and smacked him hard across the face, lashing out at whatever touched her. Logan stared, hating himself for letting her walk away, and Storm for standing closer to him, and Remy for touching her when it should have been him getting smacked.
Storm's hand snaked up, gripping Logan's arm tightly, as if that meant something. To Jean it did, and all three could see the rage in her eyes, while she strut quickly back to the woman, raising her hand to strike her as well.
The front door swung open, distracting the women in the room from their squabble to the person entering. Simutaniously, two of four mouths dropped open, one growled and the last gave a quiet "Merde oh," when the man entered the room.
Scott's eyes grazed over the scene, eyebrow raising over his shades. Jean shut her mouth, standing in place, unsure what to say at this point, and lowered her hand. Scott seemed to find the words first, and gripped the doorknob tightly.
"Hello," he nodded, glancing around at the others, his eyes lingering on Logan a moment longer then everyone else.
"Welcome back," Remy nodded back at him. Scott opened his mouth, shut it and then cleared his throat.
"Jean," he started, walking into the room, stepping out of the way of the door. "This...is..."
And behind him, a young blonde woman followed. Her bright blue eyes scanned the room quickly, a superiour smile playing on her thin lips. She finished for him, her voice drawling with a heavy british accent.
"Emma." She smiled at Jean, her perfect white teeth gleaming. "Emma Frost."