The Devils Dark Double Chocolate

She’d been holed up on the roof for the past hour, hiding out from the rest of the X-kids and a particularly irate Scott, still pissed off ‘bout that damn Green tea ice cream of his, the one that had apparently disappeared off the face of the earth.

He’d been so bloody anal ‘bout the whole thing she’d almost told him where to shove his lines of inquiry after he’d managed to corner her with his latest round of questioning. Instead she’d gone to the local mall and ended up buying him an extra large tub of the stuff, not only that but she’d ended up treating herself at the same time.

Looking over to the ice bucket and the tempting carton of ice cream sitting slightly at an angle, shaded from the sun, she couldn’t help but smile wickedly. It’d been a helluva few days, the little games Logan had played with her had been teasing and sweet, innocent really.

Now she figured it was time to turn things up a notch, see how far he was willing to let this go, and just how far control of her mutation had come. She wasn’t ever gonna think of ice cream the same way again, that was for damn sure.

Lying on the beach towel she shut her eyes, warmed by the sun’s rays, and she waited. Turned out she didn’t have to wait long, her ears caught the sound of the slow opening and shutting of the metal stairwell door, the scraping of heavy boots walking slowly over to her.

She smiled as he stopped in front of her, his long shadow doing nothing to help along the paleness of her skin. She was dressed in black short shorts and a tight t-shirt she’d tied off at her midriff, leaving her stomach bare. Her long legs were stretched all the way to the end of the towel, and her arms she stretched out behind her head, completely relaxed.

Looking up, she stared at him, before shuffling to one side and inviting him to lie down next to her.

His eye brow shot skywards and she laughed slightly, she shrugged her shoulders and lay flat out on her back, the space by her empty still. ‘This can be as innocent as ya like Logan…’ she never really doubted he’d join her, and crossing her arms patiently over her chest waited until he did.

‘Hidin out?’ he asked her quietly, lowering himself to the space next to her, crossing his arms mimicking her pose and like her relaxing completely.

It was a hot as hell summer day, and unlike the rest of the X-kids she couldn’t just lounge around the swimming pool half-naked, her skin meant she’d come up here, alone on the roof, even as the smells of a sizzling barbecue and the sounds of laughter and music filtered up to them.

She’d always be afraid, scared that somebody would brush past her skin on skin and end up being absorbed, end up being hurt. Nope, no hangin’ by the pool for her, no such luck, he turned his head slightly to look at her, his face catching the ends of her hair.

He breathed in the pure scent that was Marie, and Marie alone, sweet and innocent, honeydew and something else, something deeper, more intricate to the nature of the woman she was fast becoming, the woman, he now had finally recognised she already was, sensual, musky, infuriating and damn sexy.

And to think his awakening about her had everything to do with the sickly sweet treat that was ice cream. He sure as hell wasn’t ever gonna think of the cold stuff in the same way again.

Marie turned to look at him, their lips now barely inches apart and she couldn’t help but trace the lines of his strong jaw, along those sideburns, up into those dark eyes and finally up to that furrowed brow, and knowing in that instant he felt sorry for her.

She didn’t need that, hadn’t needed it for a while, not since their little games, how could he know that his gentle teasing, the briefest of touches he offered her had done so much for her confidence?

She smiled, a genuine sentiment that started at the corners of her mouth and worked all the way up to her eyes, and he couldn’t help but smile with her, they lay on that towel for the longest while, two grinning idiots.

‘Ah kinda like the privacy, ‘sides if ah’m down there, ah won’t be able to enjoy this in peace.’ She’d reached up and took the tub of carton of ice cream from the bucket. All at once the relaxed atmosphere between them disappeared, replaced by an energy charged with electricity and heat that had nothing to do with the summer sun.

Logan looked intently at the carton, wondering what flavour it was this time, and just what it would lead to. She held the tub tightly and prised the lid open; he could only stare as the condensation gathered around her warm fingers, tiny droplets of water forming at the base of tub that fell in slow motion hitting the pale smooth skin of her stomach.

She flinched at the sensation, the cold water finding its way down the length of her mid riff, before falling off down the side at her hip and fading into the material of the towel.

She watched him, and he watched her, each of them with the same thought, what it would feel like if that drop of water had been a spoonful of ice cream and what it would have felt like to have his tongue lapping it up.

Marie sighed deeply, the ice cream seemed to be melting by the second, sitting up fully, she positioned herself so she was sat cross legged directly in front of him. She held up the carton for him to inspect, it was a pitch black container, rimmed at the top and bottom with gold, fancy-ass writing scrolled along the top and front; he leaned closer to read the name. ‘The Devil’s Dark Double Choc…?’

It was beginning to sound better and better, she smiled sweetly and reaching inside ran her finger along the rim of the carton, teasingly, slowly, just above the ice cream, not delving in, not yet.

’70% cocoa solids Logan…but ya can bet its 100% sin…’ she almost whispered the last words and he seemed caught by the look she wore and the way her finger moved around and around that rim.

Her eyes darkened as she stared at him, ‘ya gotta taste it Logan, that point when it hits the back of ya throat, all bitter and sweet, those chunks of chocolate melting slowly, dark and warm…its one helluva high…’

She made her point by taking her finger and running it slowly over her lips, down her chin, arching her neck and slowly moving down further along the column of her throat, down to the low v-neck of her shirt and brushing so slightly, ever so slightly against the top of her breast.

He hitched a breath, his eyes blazing a path along the same route her fingers had taken, before moving up reluctantly to those deep brown eyes of hers. He smiled at her daring her to do it again, lets see just how far you’re willin’ to go darlin’...

She bought his bluff, now it was her turn; he’d had his fun teasing her. Reaching inside the tub again she delved deep, her middle finger burrowing far into the dark brown creamy mixture, she pulled her finger out at last, well and truly covered with ice cream, and grinned wickedly.

Leaning forward, the carton crushed between them, she brushed her finger slowly over his bottom lip, down to his chin, along his throat and down to where his neck met the top of his shirt. The gooey liquid sat there a while and she sighed, moistening her lips before she moved to sweep her tongue across his lip, sucking up the ice cream as she went.

Quickly she followed the path of cream with her darting, probing tongue, the warmth lasting mere seconds before she’d lapped him clean, the pull of her mutation never given a chance to be triggered. But she didn’t move back straight away, she sat there, leaning close, staring at him as his mouth fell open in pleasant surprise.

She smiled, and blew a soft breath along his throat, thoroughly revelling in the low growl that he emitted. She moved away at last, and reaching behind her produced a spoon from the ice bucket, a spoon, one spoon.

She took a large gloop and placed it carefully into her mouth, groaning loudly in pleasure, fluttering her eyelids, ‘ummmm, at least a thousand calories per spoonful…like ah said 100% sin.’

Marie stood up taking her carton of ice cream with her, ‘sorry Logan, no halfsies on this one…ah intend on goin’ all the way.’ She grinned wickedly as she moved to walk away, yep she had a lot to thank the devil for, especially when she saw Logan still sat there with his mouth hangin’ open.