This is the first time she’s gone out with a guy since she first arrived at the school. Marie’s had several offers from various classmates but none of them were interesting to her. Well, it’s not actually the first time she’s gone out with a guy per se, it is the first time she has officially gone on a date, a friendly date she reminds herself. Logan’s taken her out many many times, one of her favorite things to do is to steal away on the back of his motorcycle, whenever Logan leaves the mansion for a short errand. But those times she would just invite herself or Logan stopped by on his Harley and simply told her to hop on.
This date is an official one, Remy approached her a few days after that party, with red roses and a heart shaped box filled with an assortment of candy. He made one of the sappiest and strangely enough, charming proposals she has received. She still felt bad for using him at the party, and with her friends egging her on, she really didn’t have a choice. If Jubes and Kitty were not her best friends she would have been very upset at the double standard.
Logan didn't look that much older than Remy, but all she ever got about him are vague warnings, about his age, about his temper, or even worse some generic foreboding threats. With Remy she got nothing besides little wistful sighs and quips about how lucky she is for attracting the attention of such a handsome gentlemen. She doesn’t understand why there is such a difference in reactions, Logan might not have the best reputation, not like Remy's was anything better.
From her window, Marie spots Remy’s dark luxury sedan pulling up to the entrance of her dorm, no matter when or where, Remy is always flashy. She puts the finishing touches on her makeup, and grabs her coat and purse before walking down to meet him. She finds him waiting by the passenger side of his car casually chatting with a few of the girls that also live in this dorm. She can feel the jealous glares directed at her when Remy shifts his attention from them to herself.
She is not bothered by it, she actually can relate, at least in those distant dreams of hers. For most mutant girls living at the school having a handsome man coming to pick them up in a luxury sedan is a far away fantasy. She knows because she has been that girl. This might not be the Remy she remembers but he is using the same exact playbook, one she knows all too well.
“Chere.” Remy meets her at the foot of the steps, with a single red rose in hand. She smiles at him more out of nostalgia than anything else. Slipping his hand to the small of her back he guides her towards his car. Holding the door open for her, he helps her into the car, kissing her hand before closing the door. His touch is titillating, it sends a shiver down her spin, the Remy she remembers loved to push the boundaries and unsurprisingly so did this one. As great as all this should sound it is also routine, Remy does this with every girl he meets, most just don’t know it till it’s too late.
Remy loved to keep his ladies off balance, that is how he finally won her over that time, doing things for the untouchable girl none thought he would. She was young, innocent, inexperienced when he first came calling, and while she is still those things in many ways, her dreams of her past life do provide an important benefit. She has hindsight, she knows things distantly if not personally, she knows Remy’s love is as intense as it is fleeting, as wide as it is shallow. She knows while he tries to make her feel wholly unique she is but one of many. She still remembers him with some bitterness, even as she knows he is not that Remy.
“You said this would a friendly date,” she waits till he is inside as well to fire off the first salvo, not content to cede the initiative. “You can't tell me this is how you treat all your friends.”
“Remy must admit to that lie. Remy only said that so he can enjoy the pleasure of your company tonight.” The reply is smooth like quicksilver, he is as charming and handsome as she remembers, and just as a masterful a liar. He looked straight into her eyes when he said it, and Marie found herself at a loss for words. He breaks the eye contact first, and she can almost feel his gaze caressing her body. When their eyes meet again he flashes her a sensual smile, “Ma chere your absolutely stunning tonight.”
Her cheeks heat up from the attention despite herself. He seems far more comfortable with her now than the first meeting and even that night at the party. She looks away this time, folding her hands onto her lap, and fiddles with the strap of her purse. It is with some trepidation that Marie must admit to herself that he is adapting to her presence much faster than she is to his.
The drive to the restaurant is a silent one, but she seems to notice every little look he sends her way, every touch that brushes against her. Marie finds herself at a loss, she knows many of his tricks, almost everything that he has done tonight she expected to one degree or another, yet they all still excite her. Perhaps the breakup in their past life still lingers even now, because her reaction to him is strong, too strong, her memories must be influencing her.
She only ever reacted like this to two other men, Logan who can with a look made her weak kneed, send her heart rate soaring, and set her stomach a flutter. Logan fascinated and terrified her all at once in a very, very good way. Then there is Magneto, the nightmare of her childhood come to life, a man who wields vast influence over both her life and her mind. A man she fears and loathes yet is still drawn to like a moth to a flame. But these two men are not just memories to her, they live within her, physically occupying a part of her mind. Considering these factors it makes the strength of her attraction for Remy all the more strange.
“We are here, chere.” Remy pulls her from her thoughts. Her door has already opened and he is standing there offering to take her hand. Marie takes a breath and blinks away the residue of those thoughts and lets him lead her into the restaurant.
Describing this place as luxurious would not do this venue justice. Marble columns nestle within gold trimmed walls, set atop a dark grand granite floor, it is the picture of extravagance, very few ladies in the world would not be impressed by luxury on display here. Marie happens to be one of them, she is certain he picked a place like this to keep her off balance, to awe her with this lavish display of wealth. This is her element however, she grew up in this world, if anything she feels far more at ease than if he had taken her to a diner.
The dinner went by without incident, Marie manages to recover much of her wit after she started treating this like one of many political events she has attended. The conversation is entertaining even if it is not interesting. Remy is an expert of flattery, an artist of words and a consummate poet. If she had been a normal girl, Remy would have her hanging on his every word by now.
Unfortunately for Remy she grew up around men like him. Dashing, eloquent gentlemen orbiting her mother, jockeying with each other for bit of Irene’s favor. She met him word for word, innuendo for innuendo, she even made it a game to see how often she can throw Remy off his rhythm.
The game continues even now, at the step of her dorm, well past midnight. Remy parked further away, obviously, hoping to extend the night a few moments longer. Marie knew what is coming when she removed his hand from her waist and stepped away from him. Just as she expected his hand lingers on her, before tugging on her, drawing her into an embrace. He lifts her chin with a gloved finger and leans in, she waits until the last possible moment before springing it on him, her mutation. “Mr. Lebeau, surely you know a touch from me is deadly.”
Remy pulls back slightly, eyes widening just a sliver. “Chere… Remy had heard, but Remy thought you can choose.”
“Unfortunately, I can’t no matter how much I would wish for it.” She pushes him further away, but his hand still holds on to hers.
“Remy would gladly risk his life for a taste of your lips.” She smiles at that, it is a sincere smile but the reason is perhaps not what Remy would have hoped.
She takes another step back with a distressing gasp and springs her trap. “You would leave me the guilt of your demise, Mr. Lebeau?”
“No, no, Remy merely mean he would give his all for a chance to kiss you chere.” Remy follows her, his hand finding its way to her waist again, sliding along her hip, his touch is stimulating, confident, but well practiced, methodical.
“Or perhaps he is willing to give his all to avoid a second kiss?” Her smile takes a mischievous turn, at the sight of Remy’s sigh, they both know the game is up for now. She removes his hand again, and curtsies. “Good night, Mr. Lebeau.”
Walking out of her classroom and into the marbled hallway, Marie pauses to stretch. It’s finally over, it’s been nearly three months of extra exams and training, now the selection for the new members of the junior X-men team is over. After their perilous encounter with the FOH, they redoubled their training efforts, now with real knowledge of what it is they are to fight for. Getting here was hard but an ultimately successful struggle, by the end not only did she beat out over a hundred other students for her place on the Junior X-Men she even secures herself a spot on the new strike team that is just being assembled.
It was disappointing that even though both Jubes and Kitty made the team neither made the selection to be part of this mission. But the selection test had been truly challenging, even for her, who knew what to expect in real combat situations. She would have like her first real mission as an X-Woman be with her best friends but she knows better, in her memories of the war she knows that many of the early casualties could have been avoided if they only allow those young mutants more time to train.
Leaving the finals in a rush, hoping to find Logan. She wants to tell him the new personnel changes before he is dragged away on one errand or another. She understands that his expertise is in great demand, it still irks her that professor is treating her bodyguard like an errand boy. She lets her mind drift as she jogs down the halls, it’s been her experience that if she just lets her instinct guide her, she eventually end up where he is, something she can never do if she puts her mind to it.
She finds him, surprisingly enough in her room, standing by her window gazing out, surveying the school grounds. Two large duffle bags litter her floor. She nervously walk in, it is a strange feeling to have in her own room. Meeting him here like this, even though it’s in her own room, in her school, in the middle of the day, she can’t seem to shake the feeling that this is some kind of illicit rendezvous. Closing the door lightly, Marie tries to be as quiet as possible. For reasons she can’t fathom at the moment, she want to keep this just between the two of them.
“Logan?” She calls to him quietly so only that he can hear.
“So you made the team.” His voice was neutral, without a hint of emotion, he is so frustrating when he is like this, totally inscrutable, even to her.
But she can guess, being her bodyguard he probably wouldn't be too happy see her training to become a mutant vigilantly. “Umm, I know I'm supposed to be here hiding out, but... “
“You did good.” His calm acceptance catches her by surprise, she can’t help but wonder why is it so hard to figure this man out.
“I did? I mean thanks! Mr. Summers say I’m one of the best to complete that course in years. I might have set some records.” She realized quickly that she was blabbering, but it is so hard to focus when he is just standing there looks so handsome, and totally focused on her.
“I designed the course myself. You did good.” It always feels great to have your accomplishments acknowledged by someone but to have it come from him, to live up to his standards almost makes her giddy. He is still studying her intently, and she not sure why. She self consciously gazes down at herself, clad in her new leather uniform. It was a bit tight and rather difficult to move in, but she likes it for the sole fact that she earned it.
“Thanks” She mumbles out a familiar warmth now flooding her cheeks under his continuous scrutiny.
He is already close the distance between them when she raises her eye again, she did not even hear him move. Normally this proximity from anyone would be uncomfortable, to say the least, instead, she finds herself enjoy the closeness and attention. His hand rises to trace a seam on her suit.
“How ya likin’ the suit” His voice suddenly turning husky, drawing a shiver from her. She definitely prefers this Logan to the one that roams the School ground. His hands rove from the pauldron on her shoulders to the zipper near her neck
“I like it, very much.” She forces herself to calm down and pushes back the urge to reach out and take hold of that wandering hand. “I just got it fitted.”
“So… ya never even trained in this getup?” His eye lights up in amusement, and he smiles down at her.
“I’ve trained, just not in this.” As soon as she says it, she feels his hand wrap around the back of her neck, his legs sweeping hers aside. She was weightless on her way down, so shocked by his actions, for a moment she could not think at all. She reacts automatically, her legs snap around his waist, shifting her body attempting to take him down with her.
She silently yells in triumph when she feels him tumble down with her, even though she is sure he is simply letting her do it. They land together on with a thump, quickly rolling him underneath her, she pins his neck with her gloved hand and snaps her fist back for a punch. Before her fist can impact his face, she hears a loud ripping sound, and the feeling cool air caresses her newly exposed skin.
Anxiousness spikes through her, she tries to pull away, before stopping awkwardly realizing how much of herself she would be revealing to him. She didn’t wear anything underneath, her normal underclothes did not feel right beneath the leather. Her embarrassment is rapidly gaining the upper hand. The low rumbling of Logan’s laugh did nothing to help the color blooming on her face. Still, a strange feeling effusing her, at the sight of Logan being so casual around her even after her brand new leather uniform had split open from crotch to neck, exposing him to her deadly skin. Fear finally give way and Marie, so focused on covering herself, she did not resist when he picks her up and deposited her onto her bed.
“You knew that was going to happen!” She fumes at him, her legs pressed tightly together, her blush deepening, realizing that despite her efforts he must have gotten a very good look at her.
“I suspected, but the free show is a nice bonus.” He grins playfully at her, his eyes purposefully roaming up and down her body. Huffing in frustration, she reaches for the nearest pillow. She flings it at him with all her might. Of course, he catches the pillow with ease. “Carefully darlin', wouldn’t wanna give a guy the wrong idea.”
“Logan!” realizing what that action did, she quickly covers her breasts again with her arm. Trying hard not to squirm under his gaze, she sighs “Aren’t you going to help me?”
“Ya can start by slipping out of that.” Logan makes another exaggerated show of looking her over, all the while grinning wide.
“Here? Now?!” Marie didn't think she can blush anymore, standing there in front of him, it feels like she is blushing from head to toe.
“Was thinkin’ ya can change in the bathroom, but if yer offering-” Before he can finish she dashes into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, before sheepishly peeking her head out, “I don’t have anything to change into.”
He just smiles and pulls out a black bodysuit from one of the duffle bags, and hands it to her. “When yer decent, I’ll show ya how to put on real armor.”
She steps out of her bathroom, blushing ever more furiously. The undersuit is opaque, but also rather thin and skin tight. Reclining on her couch Logan focused on her the moment she stepped out, the intensity of his gaze is surprising to her. She fidgets nervously under his gaze, her mind spinning, a rather embarrassing question slips out, “How do I look?”
“Perfect.” There is a rumble accompanying that word. He is looking straight at her, locking their eyes together. With that tone she is not sure if he meant the suit or her, also she's not sure how she can remain standing like this under the scrutiny of those hazel eyes. The urge to duck back into the bathroom is almost overwhelming.
Just before she thinks she can’t stand it anymore, before she can bolt away, he paralyzes her to that spot with a word. “Come’er.”
Elation, fear, anxiety, war within her, that alarm in her, the one that notifies her of danger, the one that she has trusted all her life, blares in her mind. And for the first time, she is not sure if she should listen. She waivers, torn between doing as she is told or fleeing into the bathroom and locking the door. Logan must sense her hesitation and repeats that word, and for emphasis pats the spot next to him twice. “Come’er”
Tentatively she walks up to him, standing before him just out of arm's reach. She almost jumps when he pats that spot next to him again, and obediently she sits down. She couldn’t stop the hitch in her breath when he slips off the sofa, kneeling down in front of her. One of his hands come to rest on her knee, she can feel the heat radiating from his touch even through the suit. Even on his knees he still towers over her, her eyes flicker down to his lips and she unconsciously licks her own.
“Gonna show you how to put the armor plates on properly,” His voice low and deep, sending shivers through her body. Speechless, she can only nod in response.
“Many of plates go over major muscle groups, you need to make sure they're loose and relaxed.” His hands wrap around one of her calves, and slowly massages it up and down, in an almost hypnotizing motion. The touch even through the suit is electrifying. After a long day of exams and exercises, her body is tense, her muscles sore. Logan’s grip is firm, his fingers seem to know exactly which muscles need the attention. Despite the initial soreness her muscles relax quickly under his care.
Far too soon for her tastes, he slips the two armor plates on, the two parts magnetically interlock, almost fusing onto her. He repeats the procedure on the other calf, she goes ridge when the armor almost seem to fuse on to her. Giving her an enigmatic smile, pats her leg “Relax, it doesn’t bite. ”
Before she can come up with a retort, Logan’s hand then slides up onto her thighs, an aching tension slowly coils low in her abdomen. He slowly kneads along the entire length methodically and systematically working the kinks out of her muscles. Letting out a sigh she lays back against the couch. It wasn’t until Logan activated the magnetic locks for the armor plates, that she even notice that he just finished with the armor on both of her thighs “Arms next darlin’.”
That term of endearment sent such a heady thrill through her, that she forgot to stifle a moan when Logan found just the right spot along her right shoulder. Marie hears a light chuckle from Logan, his fingers works their way to another knot in her muscle and she couldn’t help but moan again. With their gaze locked on each other, his pupils expand at the sight of her. There is a slight shifting in his posture when he leans in and tastes the air around her. Logan pulls away first, and visibly calming himself with a few deep breathes, “Stand up, raise yer arms, torso plates are next.”
He steps behind her and faces her towards the cheval mirror in her room so she can watch his every move. She shudders when his warm hands splay over her stomach and hips slowly kneading the muscles there. His arms roam across her abs before rising to graze the underside of her breasts, then move back onto her shoulder blade. A trail of sensations follow the path of his hands and leaving her breathless. Her eyes follow his every motion, in a far too short of a time several interlocking plates are secured to her chest. “Is that it?”
She watches him dip his head down to her, his shallow breath is hot on her neck. “There are still the pelvic plates.”
The sudden pressure when Logan slips the the front piece in place makes her knees go weak. It suddenly hits Marie how turned on she is right now, even slight movements as Logan adjusts the plate send a tingle of pleasure between her legs. The armor locks into place and the pressure it exerts fades. Marie looks in the mirror in awe, she looked like one of those armored soldiers straight out of those video games Jubes loves so much.
“Watch closely.” Logan pushes a series of buttons on various places on her chest, and the armor pops off with a hiss. He places both hands on her shoulders and squeezes lightly. “Normally you don’t need all the plates. How about I show you what a standard loadout looks like after dinner?”
Marie’s eye go wide, as pleasant as all this is, she doesn’t think she can sit through another demonstration not without embarrassing herself. “I think I got the gist of it.”
Pressing her legs together she can feel the evidence of her arousal, but as much as she wants to she is too nervous to take this any further. Leaning back against him she pulls his arms down, and wraps them around herself. His body surrounds hers, his scent envelop her senses, she closes her eyes and bask in the intimacy of the moment. “Can we stay like this for a bit?”
Logan buries his nose into her hair, and she feels his reply more that hears it. “Yeah.”
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Up next, Marie's first mission.