I managed to avoid Logan the whole rest of the morning, not because of my stealth and cunning, but because I kept my ass in my room. I wasn't sure, but I didn't think he'd try ambushing me on my own turf. Especially with a hung-over Jubilee plastered to her bed and in a foul mood. Unfortunately, lunchtime rolled around and by 1:00, Jubes was claiming starvation.
"C'mon, girl. I am famished!! I need food, and Logan's fine ass isn't gonna let you hide in here forever. At least you'll be in a group. Safety in numbers, and all that. Let's go!" She was already opening the door and on her way out. She was right, and man did I hate that.
We made it the whole way to the dining hall without incident but, of coarse, when we got to the table, my usual seat next to Logan was empty and waiting for me. I had another flash of our dirty little secret from the night before. My face flushed and I had a vivid memory of me screaming out his name as he made me come. Twice. I wondered what the reaction would be if I just tore off my clothes and let him screw my brains out right there on the table. Bad thoughts, Rogue, baaad thoughts.
We sat down and John came up to me and hugged my shoulders. I was surprised and a little nervous. I could only imagine what words would spew out of his mouth.
"Hey, I'm sorry for getting you worked up this morning. I had a stupid leak, OK? It's none of my business. Friends? Truce?" John really could be sweet when he wanted. It just wasn't very often.
"It's fine. Sorry for bein' such a bitch." It was true, I had been a bitch. I was a bitch to Logan, too. I could feel his eyes on me, and after John took the seat next to Jubes, I turned my head to look at him. He gave me a little smile, and squeezed my shoulder. I wanted him. Badly. Back to dirty thoughts. The ones that got me in this whole mess: Bed, Naked, Logan. I was right--long day ahead.
Lunch was sailing along smoothly, the normal chit-chat about training, classes, missions and the upcoming parents night were the main focus. Just then, John decided that he was bored. It happened easily with him. I swear the poor thing suffered from ADHD. Boredom in the dining hall meant entertainment for the rest of us: Dinner and a Show. Unfortunately for us, the other five I mean, we normally ended up being part of the show. The kids loved it. Watching the teachers act like 15 year olds cracked them up, and being mutants, they didn't get to laugh in real life a lot. We went along with John's little games when that was his reasoning for humiliating us the first time. He cranked up the radio to Good Charlotte's "The Anthem".
(Yeah, here we go)
It's a new day, but it all feels old
It's a good life, that's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same
John was already standing on his chair, singing at the top of his lungs. If he hadn't been a mutant, he'd probably some bad boy rockstar, with mug shots to go with his records.
At my high school, it felt more to me
Like a jail cell, a penitentiary
My time spent there, it only made me see
That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
I'm never gonna hear the words you say
and I don't ever wanna, I don't ever wanna be
Now we were all up and dancing. Most of the kids were, too. We danced and belted out the song like we were the only ones in the world. Logan and Scott, being more alike than they would ever admit, stayed seated and enjoyed the show.
You...don't wanna be just like you
Oh what I'm sayin' is this is the anthem, throw all your hands up,
you... don't wanna be you
Go to college, a university, get a real job,
That's what they said to me
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by, and just do my time, out of step while, they all
get in line
I'm just a minor threat so pay no mind
Do you really wanna be like them, do you really wanna be another
trend?
Do you wanna be part of that crowd?
'cause I don't ever wanna, I don't ever wanna be
You...don't wanna be just like you
Oh what I'm sayin' is this is the anthem throw all your hands up,
you, don't wanna be you
I looked over and saw Logan, watching me and he had a genuine smile on his face. He normally just looked mildly amused by our little childish antics. The music just plain hurt his ears, and he saw our little games as nothing more than the inmates running the asylum. There was something different in his eyes. Like he just loved seeing me enjoying myself. It warmed my heart.
Shake it once, that's fine
Shake it twice, that's okay
Shake it three times, you're playing with yourself, again.
You...don't wanna be just like you
What I'm sayin' is this is the anthem throw all your hands up,
Y'all got to feel me, sing if you're with me, you, don't wanna
be just like you (just like you)
This is the anthem throw all your hands up, y'all got to feel
me, sing if you're with me
Another loser anthem (whoa-oh)
Another loser anthem (whoa-oh)
Another loser anthem (whoa-oh)
Another loser anthem
The song ended, and we all had a good laugh and took a bow as the applause filled the room. Just another Saturday afternoon at Mutant High.
As we all began to make our way out to continue the day, Logan gently pulled at my elbow, bringing me to the side of the crowd moving out of the dining hall. We continued to walk, but he was looking down at me like a man on a mission.
"Hey, Marie, can we talk now?" His voice was so low, no one could've ever heard him use my given name. I looked at his face, in his eyes, and realized that putting this off wasn't going to be an option.
"Sure. Where do you....?" I shrugged my shoulders. Please not your room, Please not your room, Please not your room.
"My room? We won't be interrupted there." Dammit. That's what I was afraid of.
"'Kay, Sure." Why did my vocabulary go monosyllabic around him all the sudden? And was my voice always so high and squeaky?
My nerves were shot by the time we reached his door. He opened it and allowed me to pass through. As I was turning, he closed the door, putting his hands in his pockets and walking towards me.
"I get you don't want to talk about last night. But, Marie, you were the first person in a long fucking time I gave a damn about besides myself. I'm not going to mess that up over sex. Great sex, by the way, but if we never sleep together again, that's okay. We can go back to being just friends. We still have to deal with what happened, though. If we don't, it'll always be there, and it won't be good for you. I've never told you what to do." He pointed his finger at me and shook his head. " I've always told you to follow your instincts. So, just do that. I don't play games. I don't want you saying whatever the hell you think I wanna hear. I wanna hear what you think." I just stood there. He was right in front of me. I suddenly had forgotten how to speak. I just did what he said: I followed my instincts. I reached up and kissed him with everything I had. That was what I felt. It went on for minutes and then he pulled back slightly.
"If we do this, we really did this. No games. No bullshit. And no hiding. And I won't mess around with anyone else if you don't." His voice was hushed, and so damn sexy. I couldn't, for the life of me, think of a single reason to say no to what he was offering.
"Alright." It was all I could get out, because his mouth was on mine, teasing me and making me shiver with anticipation.
Logan was touching me, exploring me, discovering my body with his hands. I could hear his breath becoming ragged, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. He pushed me back until the backs of my knees hit his bed. He pressed me to my back, and straddled my hips. He eased my t-shirt up and over my head, running his hands all over my chest and stomach. My bra was next to go, and I leaned up to pull on his white t-shirt. He yanked it off and threw it on the floor with the rest. He brought his mouth down to my neck and began to explore it with his tongue, working his way down until he was nibbling and tasting my breast. I was moaning softly, exploring the skin of his shoulders and back.
It was a lesson in arousal. I'd never even realized how many nerves I had in my body, or how sensitive they would be to Logan's hands and mouth. I barely registered that he was sliding my jeans off, and taking my panties with them. I ran my hands down his sides and discovered his jeans were loose. He pushed those away, kicking them off to the floor. I could feel every inch of his body against mine. We were touching and kissing each other anywhere we could reach. I could barely keep myself from screaming out, it felt so good. I arched up my hips against his and he moaned loudly. The sound was enough for me to repeat the act again.
"Logan, Please." I wasn't really sure what I was asking for. I was still unsure of the future of our relationship. But I needed to feel him, all of him, inside me again. He laughed softly as he kissed my neck. He could tell I was distracted.
"Relax, don't think about anything but right now. Just tell me what you want me to do." Well, that was an easy one.
"I want you inside me, Logan." My voice was barely a whisper.
"Alright." He kissed me deeply and I could feel him entering me. He continued the kiss as he pushed himself further and further inside my body. I was still a little sore, and it stung a bit, but I could take a little discomfort with the pleasure he was giving me. Maybe I was a masochist.
When he was completely buried inside me, we both gave out loud moans. He began to move, slowly at first, then a little quicker. I wanted to explode. He continued to move in me, and I felt a little frustration at the fact I wasn't coming yet. I wanted to so much, and I was so close. He sensed my change in feeling, and stopped moving to look down at me.
"Wrap your legs higher up my back. Move with me. When I push in, lift up your hips, when I withdraw, lower them." I did as he said and we began to move together, faster, and faster. It was just a few minutes before we both came so hard I nearly sobbed. He thrust hard and deep inside me one last time, and collapsed onto my chest, panting. Waves of pleasure washed over me. How had I ever lived without this?
"You alright?" He asked softly.
"I'm good. Really good." I smiled up at him and felt my heart lurch at the concerned look on his face. I could fall in love with him. The thought scared me. If things went bad, if someone got hurt....I didn't want to think about it.
He pulled out of me and I felt strangely empty. He rolled onto his back and pulled me into his side.
"We should probably get up. You have to be hurting, and if we stay in here, I won't be able to stop myself from doing ungodly things to you over and over again." He kissed my forehead and ran his hand down my body. I giggled and kissed his chest.
"I'll be fine, but I do have a lesson plan to finish, and if we stay in here, I'll let you do ungodly things to me over and over again." I gave him my sexiest smile, and laughed.
We both got up and began to redress. I smoothed my hair and adjusted my shirt. I felt....empowered. Cocky, even. I looked over at Logan and smiled.
"What?" He lifted his eyebrows up and smiled back.
"Nothin'." I went over and wrapped my arms around his waist. He returned the embrace and led me to the door.
"I gotta go help Scott in the garage. There's a couple cars that need oil changes. We'll catch up at dinner." He opened the door, then bent down to softly kiss my lips.
"I'll see ya later." he said.
"OK, see ya later." I headed towards my room. Barely aware of the stares from the few students milling around the hallway. When I reached my room, I heard the sounds of my friends, talking and laughing. I was going to have to tell them about Logan and I. There was no way they weren't going to notice something was up with me. I took a deep breath and stepped in the room. Everyone would be happy for us, right?
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Ok! As promised, some good R/L moments.....
Chapter End Notes:
Next chapter will be everyone putting their two cents in. I haven't decided how everyone's going to react. As ususal, suggestions are welcome!!