Wriggling into her black leather ‘X-Suit’, Rogue wondered what it really said about her and Logan that when they were stressed, the first thing that occurred to them to do was to head for the Danger Room and kick the shit out of whatever poor unsuspecting target they could find.
But then again, in approximately two minutes, she was going to have the privilege of seeing Logan in tight black leather, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to care. The sensible part of her brain was suggesting that, after the little fiasco down by pool, perhaps it would not be such a good thing for her to be in close proximity to a sweaty, and perfectly, ahem, outlined Logan. Sadly for her, the sensible part of her brain was about to be throttled by the part that really really wanted to perv over her best friend.
Ah sanity.
Reaching up, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, pretty and practical, or so she liked to think, and swung round to reach for the door. Sadly, she had somewhat miscalculated, and she cracked her shin on the low bench in the middle of the room. She howled in pain, kicked the bench, yelped as she stubbed her toe, and then proceeded slowly and extremely carefully to the door. There was really no need to start acquiring bruises before the sparring session begun.
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Stripping off his t-shirt, Logan reached for the ridiculous black leather ‘X-Suit’ that was the team uniform. He hated the thing with a loathing that was probably unnatural when directed at an inanimate object. But God. It was creaky, tight, hot, and could put some really uncomfortable pressure on certain parts. A joke it might have been, but there were moments of pure insanity, when he actually considered Scooter’s suggestion of yellow spandex as preferable.
With some difficulty he zipped the ruddy thing up, and stretched off as best he could. He was just about ready when he heard a howl of anguish from the female locker room, followed by a resounding crash, and a yelp. He combined wincing and smirking in an expression that, when he looked in the mirror, made him appear as though he’d been bashed around the head with a baseball bat. Attractive, bub.
Seriously though, could the kid not make it anywhere without coming a cropper over the extreme clumsiness that appeared to be something of a genetic fault? If she was this accident-prone in everyday life, he was kinda worried about how she’d actually cope sparring against him. Despite feeling like she’d been hanging around him forever, he was acutely aware that sparring was something they had never done. He wasn’t sure why, but a rogue part of him was suggesting it was because if he saw her in tight black leather, the ‘kid’ image he was trying his utmost to keep in place might just explode into a rather nasty casualty. And really, what with the situation-that-could-only-end-in-Armageddon upstairs, he didn’t need to add the moral problem of lusting over a kid he’d promised to protect into the bargain.
Still, Chuck had said she had talent, and he supposed it was about time he actually saw what his best student was capable of.
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Rogue had just about finished stretching off when Logan entered the Danger Room. She barely shot him a glance at first, due to the fact that she was bent double at the waist finishing off a lunge. After a few seconds of silence, in which she could hear him shifting, he asked,
‘Ready?’
God. She swallowed hard, which was quite hard when her head was almost level with her knees, and tried to banish the inappropriate thoughts that flooded her head at the sound of his voice, which was deep, growling, and for some unknown reason, slightly hoarse.
Unbending, and staggering slightly as the blood left her head in a tidal wave, and nodded.
‘Yep.’
She could only thank the Gods that she had gotten the word out before she actually took a proper look at him. Because at that moment, all higher brain function ceased completely.
Oh. God. Of. All. Things. Holy.
He was…beautiful. She didn’t care that if he’d been a mind-reader, he would have been knocking her out for applying such a word to him, it was true. His hair was ruffled, no longer in the two bizarre points, and she felt a compelling urge to run her fingers through it, as he had so obviously been doing. His hazel eyes were slightly darker than usual, presumably with excitement at the violence to come. And the leather. Well. What to say about the leather?
It outlined every inch of him to perfection, showing the strong slope of his back and shoulders, the curves of his arm muscles, and the broadness of his chest. And as for…well…to put it politely, he might as well have been wearing nothing for the amount it left to the imagination.
Rogue swallowed heavily. God she was going to self-combust. She was actually going to melt into a small puddle on the floor. And man alive, would she die happy.
Logan was moving towards her now, with a predatory grace that made Rogue’s stomach twist with heat, and she wondered if he always looked like he was about to eat his sparring partners. Was it entirely abnormal that that idea was not entirely unappealing?
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It was official. Logan needed to listen to the advice of the voices in his head more often. They had said this was a bad idea, kicking up a fuss barely seconds after he had heard his mouth suggesting it, and fucking hell had the bastards been right.
She looked…sensational. No other word for it. He had entered the Danger Room to be presented with a perfect view of Rogue’s ass, as she bent double and stretched. He had stared for several seconds, waiting for his brain to reform and start working, and fighting off his conscience which was declaring that thinking of Rogue in this way was really really wrong. Even if it did feel really really right.
Seconds later his brain kicked in, and he actually managed to form a sentence instead of standing there staring.
‘Ready?’
Well. It hadn’t been a sentence, and his voice had sounded disturbingly rough even to his ears. However, it had the desired effect, and she straightened up, similarly eloquent in her response. He’d seen her eyes widen as they took him in, and smelt a sudden spike in adrenaline and desire. Oh fucking wonderful. That was just what his self-control needed right now.
In an attempt to take his mind of how she smelt/looked/might taste, he assumed a fighting stance, and closed in.
He had almost reached her when she finally moved, and he had been starting to wonder whether she was just going to stand there frozen and try and stare him down. But she was moving now, circling him warily, easy grace present in her movements that was definitely not there in everyday life.
He tried a couple of simple jabs, which she easily knocked back, trying to get a feel of her style, of her strengths and weaknesses.
Fifteen minutes later, he was still trying. And wondering whether one of the things Scooter had taught her was how to be totally and utterly unpredictable or whether that was just natural instinct. She moved well, she blocked well, she parried well, she attacked well, in fact she did just about damn well everything well, and seemingly without even thinking about it. Chuck had been right when he had said she had talent, but he was thinking now might be the time to find out whether or not he had been right in assuming One-Eye had only taught his students how to play nice…
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There was definitely a gap in Scooter’s curriculum, thought Logan with satisfaction, as he pinned Marie to the mat for the third time in ten minutes. Clearly dodgy fighting techniques and moves which might, by some people, be considered highly unfair were not a part of Marie’s repertoire.
Wriggling underneath him, she thumped him on the shoulder in an unspoken demand to be let up. He grinned down at her.
‘Make me.’
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Make him? Make him?
Rogue was pissed off. Really, really pissed off. The session had started out well enough, although she was pretty much certain he had been taking it easy on her, and she had been able to watch with growing pleasure as he tested her defences and time and time again and she managed to repel his attacks, and even get in a few of her own.
Of course, the downside to this was that the more exercise they did, the hotter they were getting and right now Logan’s hair was very very mussed, and from her current position trapped underneath him, she could not only feel every single part of his body pressed up against hers, she also had an excellent view of a droplet of water (apparently Logan had take the liberty of splashing his face with water during their five minute break) which was slowly tracing a path down Logan’s neck, heading towards his collar. She had a compelling and very inappropriate desire to lick it off, and taste his skin.
God, she bet he tasted good.
But now, now the bastard was starting to play dirty, and she knew that he knew damn well she couldn’t shift him off her. And she really didn’t like being teased. Looking into his slightly feral eyes, Rogue grinned. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that could play dirty.
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Logan shifted slightly as a grin that could only be described as pure evil spread across Rogue’s face. The sensible voice inside him suggested that perhaps teasing her in this position might have been a bad idea.
This was confirmed a moment later, when Rogue, after experimentally testing his hold, arched up against him in a way that could only be described as wanton.
Fucking hell.
He took a deep breath, and tried to control himself. He hadn’t really noticed before, but suddenly, with her hips as good as thrusting against his groin, he couldn’t help but register how her eyes were dark, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her tangled hair spread out around her shoulders in some kind of mahogany halo that really shouldn’t have looked as good as it did. She looked like hells angel. God.
He must have let more than a little of what he was feeling leak into his eyes, because when he wrenched his eyes away from the line of her neck, and his thoughts away from how she might taste and looked her in the eye, she was staring back at him with a look of pure lust, her pupils blown wide open. She shifted again, and he had to bite back a groan at the sensation, frantically trying to quell what would be a hugely inappropriate hard-on.
He let his eyes drift down to her lips, which was a mistake in itself, because almost instinctively, he found himself drifting closer, wanting to taste her, wanting her to surrender to him. Her skin didn’t even register in his lust-fogged brain, and the fact that she, who was always so careful and controlled, wasn’t pulling away either, should really have told him something. But no.
She shifted again underneath him, pulling a knee up slightly, and some distant part of his brain was pointing out that he probably shouldn’t be letting her do that, but God, he couldn’t bring himself stop her.
She smiled up at him, the expression full of teasing, desire and just a touch of evil, and God if he was able to resist that. He leaned down further, his lips mere centimetres from hers, leaned in until they were sharing the same air, and he could smell the desire wafting from her in waves, mingling with the scent of her hair.
She exhaled shakily, and it was his turn to smile evilly.
She allowed him the upper hand for a few minutes, before shifting slightly sideways and…and…kneeing him in the groin.
MotherFucking…ShitFuckingHell…JESUS THAT…the little…GOD THAT HURT.
Gasping for air like a dying fish, Logan just registered, through a blood red haze of pain that Marie had rolled him off her, and was now standing slightly to one side, apparently waiting for him to regain composure.
However, even with the addition of the healing factor, that had been incredibly fucking painful, and fuck, he was going to gut her if he ever managed to stand upright.
And what was worse, he now had the feeling that she was trying very hard not to laugh. Sucking in a whistling breath through clenched teeth, he attempted to fix her with something like his usual glare. It might have lost the full effect due to the fact that his eyes were watering, but it must have worked to some degree because the kid now looked distinctly nervous.
And fuck, was she right to be. He was the Wolverine, no-one ever dared to get him in the balls, and he was going to show her what happened to anyone stupid enough to try...he sucked in another wheezing breath and tried not to yelp with pain. Maybe he’d just wait a few minutes first…allow her to recover composure and all that…
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God. OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod. What had she done? She had kneed Logan in the balls. What was she thinking? Why, why, why had her brain decided that was a good idea? Had her brain in fact made any decisions at all here? Or had her knee gone rogue? Oh God.
Logan was gasping on the floor at her feet, alarmingly red in the face, and she had no idea whether to try and help him, or to wait for him to recover so that he could skewer her like a kebab, or to just obey her instincts and run like she was training for the Olympics.
Logan rolled sideways, and fixed her with his I’m-The-Wolverine-And-No-One-Messes-With-Me-Bitch glare, which, despite his watering eyes, was still highly effective.
Examining the faintly murderous glint in his hazel eyes, Rogue, choosing option three, turned tail and ran for the changing rooms.
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Slam!
Diving for the safety of the women’s locker room, Rogue slammed the door shut safely behind her, and leant back against it, exhaling and resisting the urge to melt to the floor in a puddle of emotions.
Logan was going to kill her later, no doubt about that, but now that she was safe (for Logan would never enter a room in which the word ‘tampon’ was uttered on a regular basis), she couldn’t help but feel a touch of ‘Wooohooooyeah!’ in amongst the humiliation/shame/embarrassment/terror.
Because seriously…she had taken on the Wolverine and she had won. Rogue grinned.
Just wait until she told Jubilee.
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Anyway, hope this is okay.