The first session of training was up on the noticeboard, it gave a list of things that were needed from each student. Pete had to bring something he couldn't punch a hole through, Jubilee had to bring something flammable, Kitty something she couldn't phase through, Bobby something he couldn't damage with cold and Marie's personal favourite, she had to come to the lesson with her skin on show, as much as possible.
There had to be a reason for this madness and she was going to find out why. She found him at the kitchen table demolishing a sandwich the size of Belgium, meat, salad, bread, cheese, pickles covered the entire surface of the table. Standing in between the fixings were the broken necks of several beers, the glass sharp in the sunlight that was slanting through the windows. It took him three seconds to notice she was there and ten to speak. He just kept chewing the food he had in his mouth and swallowed with a growl. "What?"
Marie just stood there and watched him eat, there was something here she should recognise, something important but it eluded her. Logan's growl snapped her attention back to the reason she was there, she met his dark gaze a little nervously. "Why do ah have to train in next to nothing?" She tried to concentrate on the anger she'd felt at seeing what she had to do but it kept slipping away from her. There was something about the food that kept niggling the back of her mind. Logan's voice snapped her attention back to him.
"Cos' your going to learn to fight dirty and your skin is part of the lesson so you'll train in next to nothing so you get used to being bare. Cos as sure as your stood there your uniform will get torn and you will show skin at some time when your fighting and I want you to be able to concentrate on the fight and not about your skin."
It made sense, perfect sense to her, she'd have to be comfortable fighting nearly naked first before she could fight well in a uniform. Thing was she'd be a danger to whoever she trained with and that was something she wasn't looking forward to. She really didn't want to be partnered with someone she could kill with a mistimed blow. Looking at Logan as he polished off the remains of his food and seeing him reach for the loaf again she posed her question. "Logan who'm ah gonna spar with? If ah'm put with anyone else they're likely to be in a coma before the weeks out." The look he gave her over the new sandwich he was building was almost feral, the smile that went across his face didn't even reach his eyes as she realised exactly who she'd be partnered with....Logan himself.
It made sense in a way, if she did touch him she'd only add to the presence in her head and gain more knowledge through that touch. He'd survived her touch twice and showed a resilience that no one else had about being near her clothed never mind nearly naked. It was just the smile and the amount of food he shoved his face into that disturbed her. She left him to it but there was something niggling her mind still and there was only one way to find out what it was and it was something she didn't like doing. She'd have to let him out in her head, going to her room she put her 'do not disturb' sign on the handle. The last thing she needed was someone walking in on her when she was in Logan's frame of mind. But just what that was she had no idea.
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He'd watched her trying to work it out, the dark in him had been pleased she was trying to understand but the man had wanted her to just walk away. His appetite for everything went haywire in spring, everything tasted so much better. Food became as important as sex usually was, everything had to be tasted in as many combinations as possible. Fuel to be burned later, concentrating on the protein first, the high fat foods next, then vegetables and fruit, finally bread. So over the years he'd done what he could, and the Logan sandwich had been born. There were a couple of diners out in Iowa that still had these on the menu thanks to him. All the food groups in one meal and easily carried.
When she'd looked him over he swore she'd reacted to something, seen her eyes dilate for a second before returning to normal. Well he'd find out tomorrow, their first session in the danger room was booked.
He'd be her partner, she was safe fighting him because he'd heal if she actually managed to hit him. The others would partner up and get their weaknesses worked out with each other. He'd observe them first and get them going before he concetrated on Marie. Noting his own growl as he thought about it, squashing the thought of Marie nearly naked in his mind. Killing the Wolverine dead that was clawing its way through his brain, leaving him suddenly full. Pushing the half eaten sandwich away from him and snagging a bottle he drained it completely.
Oh yeah he had energy to burn tonight and he'd be away from the mansion to do it too. Straightening himself he left for Salem Centre, one hunger sated he went to get the edge off the other one that kept throwing up an image of pale skin and white streaks into his mind.
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Relaxed and peaceful, centered and calm she went inside her own head, finding the door that led to the memories of Logan. The door that was made of wood and knotted with a piece of rope holding it shut. Untying the knot she opened the door to be faced with a barechested image of Logan stood at a bar. One not unlike the one she'd met him in, walking inside the room she felt the heat increase around her. Logan hadn't turned to look at her but when he did the darkness in his eyes wasn't something she'd ever seen before. He just shifted so quickly she didn't have time to react, he was all over her, hands everywhere, mouth on her throat, lips, breasts. The assault was so complete she had to run from it, pulling herself out of the meditation she woke to her own room. Sweating and heaving with the sensations that were still singing over her skin, forgetting that she'd left the door open back inside her mind. Marie tried to get some calm returned to her body as she took a warm shower not realising someone was watching from her own subconscious.
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He pulled into the mansion, stinking of different women, they'd scratched the itch but he knew it'd only be days before he'd be back out there. At least he'd be able to deal with tomorrow now, he really didn't want to think about young bodies right at the moment. He'd had enough, the madam hadn't been too happy but the extra four hundred he'd given her had changed her mind. Who knew Salem had a brothel? He did now and he'd be a regular until at least May, maybe he'd drop the hint to Scott, if anyone needed a lay he did. The guy was so frustrated you could use him as a pencil if you sharpened his dick. He toyed with the thought of just taking him along and leaving him to the ministrations of the girls. Yeah that might work better, going up into the house he never saw the person watching him come home from the window her eyes glazed with something he would've recognised from his own earlier exploits.
Tomorrow would be interesting in many many ways.
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Muscles ached, bones felt like jelly, Marie looked around at her classmates, everyone was the same as her. Dog tired, the only one who looked anywhere near fresh was Logan. He hadn't even broken into a decent sweat yet, his gaze went over them all, knowing he was adjusting his thoughts and plans as he barked his orders out to their ears. "Get yourselves into the showers, if that's what passes for training in Scooters class we've got a hard time ahead of us." Several groans were heard from both Kitty and Jubilee as they helped each other up, Jubilee even held a hand out to her but Marie had to remind her she had no gloves on.
"Jubes, no gloves sugar. Thanks but ah don't want to be firing off fireworks later." Jubilee slapped her forehead and waved off as both girls went to the showers. Marie was just sat resting on the mats as Logan put Pete through his paces, Bobby was still engaged in trying to freeze his target. He'd managed to send his entire arms to ice twice today but he was a sodden mess under his gym stuff and she could scent him from here.
She'd been dressed in what went as areobics wear, a thin skin of material that covered her rear in short shorts and a top that while it kept her breasts supported it didn't cover much of her. Logan on the other hand was dressed head to foot, thin cotton but he was covered. it was covered in dark patches of sweat where he'd finally begun to show his work. But it was Pete who was working him, he was getting the young man to move his dead weight as he braced himself against the floor. After a few minutes Logan patted Pete on the shoulder and they broke up for the day. She'd been dozing off sat up when Logan's gloved hand shook her, "Marie."
She came round to see Logan's groin at her eye level, the cotton didn't really hide much when you were this close. Bringing her head back and away from him she got up slowly, her body aching in all the wrong places. He hadn't held back on her, he wanted her to be the best of them if possible because her mutation wasn't as easy to use in a fight. She suffered as well as the person she was putting down, she'd have another personality in her head to deal with. Hearing Logan's voice again she turned to face him, "You know we could short cut this torment for you." The look in his eyes was calculating as she tried to stretch out the kinks he'd put in her body.
"Really? Do tell."
"Touch me."
She stopped, her face went from joking to serious in a heartbeat. He was still there and he wasn't joking, she didn't know how to take his offer, was he serious or was he pulling her chain?
"Your serious?" He nodded as he pulled off the cotton long sleeve he'd been wearing, throwing it toward the doors.
"Yup, you're behind everyone else. Scott didn't really give you much training did he?"
Marie shook her head, she knew that Scott had seen her role more in a support fashion not actually fighting so he'd only done the basics with her and then it had been difficult because he hadn't even touched her to show her what she'd been doing wrong.
"So how would this work?" Logan looked at her bare skin trying to keep his mind concentrating on the moves he'd need to put into her head instead of the moves his libido wanted to put on and in her.
"I concentrate on a particular move and you touch me for a second. Bobby told me what happened with John, the way you controlled the flow from him to you. Taking only what you wanted from him, same thing here. You'll get the knowledge without having to do extra sessions with me." He hoped she went for it because the other option would end up with him nailing her to the floor before the month was out. He almost whooped for joy when she agreed.
"Okay let's try it."
He wiped his hands and tried his damnedest to keep his mind away from the thoughts about her laid under him. Concentrating instead on a move where she could disarm and break an opponents elbow without coming into close contact. Nodding to her he reached out to her, "Get ready."
Pulling her mind to bear she awaited the sucking, draining feeling to fill her. As her fingers brushed his skin she got a flash of her naked under him, then the information, the move she now knew as if she'd been born with it. Shaking her head as she pulled her fingers away, seeing the veining fade on Logan as she did it. Him staggering a little then colour returning to his skin, his eyes narrowing a little before speaking to her. "Did you get it kid?"
The affectation annoying the shit out of her just afer he'd given her an image of her under him, naked, flushed and post orgasmic; she moved so fast he didn't even see it until he felt the wrench of his elbow and her hand over his gloved one. Smiling at her he pulled free, it had worked, she could catch up this way and she'd not taken anything more than he'd wanted to give her.
"Great Marie, hit the showers will ya. Your gettin' a bit ripe." She almost slapped him but the darkness that was rising in his eyes had him rolling his shoulders and it had nothing to do with her post exercise smell. It was him getting her out of the way before he did something stupid. Snorting through her nose she walked away anger following her like a cloud.
Logan watched her leave the danger room, only when she was safely out of sight did he strip the rest of the cotton away from his body. Stood naked he shouted out to the waiting computer, "Programme Delta - Level twelve." The inside of the room swam and changed, the once bare room turning into a bar with a cage. People roared and cheered as he went toward it but it was the woman seated at the bar waiting for him at the end of the fight he looked forward to. Marie, dressed in long sleeves, leather gloves, tight jeans and a wicked smile.
Feeling his control slip a little further he caused a bar room fight before stepping into the cage. He'd take his time tonight, it was the only way she'd be safe when he got out of here. He'd given up fighting it, Wolverine was too strong in spring, it was only a month he could avoid her for a month down here in the danger room after training. She deserved a chance to live and he was the only one he really trusted to train her well enough. Letting loose the blades snapped free and he lost himself for a few hours.
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Everyone had met up in the rec room after training and when Marie joined them she was willing to sink into the soft sofa's and sleep. Bobby didn't allow her a moments peace though, "So what were you two discussing then that took so long?" Marie cracked an eye open, raising an eyebrow that was a mirror image of Logan's trademark one. Kitty just screamed out as she did it, "Oh My God he touched her!" Marie sent a withering glare at her and pushed herself upright in her seat.
"Actually Kitty ah touched him." Jubilee's head popped up from where it had been resting on the back of the sofa.
"On purpose Roguey babe? Or were you just copping a feel?" The rise in hormone around her was becoming visable to her as she breathed in their combined scents.
Deadening her gaze she levelled it at Jubilee before answering, "On purpose. He's helping me make up for the stuff that Scooter didn't teach me." Bobby's face dropped as he realised what that meant and Pete beat him to the punch.
"So what did he show you?" The gentle voice still tinged with a Russian accent never ceased to make Marie smile.
"If you get up ah'll show ya." Pete did, making sure to turn on his skin so she could touch him for a minute or so before she took on his ability.
Marie got herself into position and did the move quickly quietly and smoothly, leaving Pete holding a numb arm. Noticing she patted his arm softly, "Sorry Pete, sometimes ah get more than ah bargain for from Logan."
Both Bobby and Jubilee picked up on what she'd said and were soon crowding her demanding to know what else she'd picked up from him. She brushed them off quickly and made for her room, leaving her friends more interested in each other than what she'd said. It was true what they said, a good fight usually leads to a good fuck. Leaving them to it she went to find some calm relief in her bath where she could soak for a while.
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He'd been in his room for a few minutes only when he heard the thump come from down the hall. Turning his head back toward the door he opened it to come face to face with Pete and Kitty playing tonsil hockey outside Kitty's room. Pete was nearly naked and little Kitty wasn't so little anymore if the view that met his eyes was to be believed. Grumbling he shut the door, his own session in the danger room had taken the edge off but it hadn't solved the problem he was still feeling. He was in heat and he knew it, he'd have nailed every single female in here if it would do any good. But no he wanted someone who was just down the hall, someone who had no idea of the strain she was putting him under. Snarling he went to the bathroom, maybe a shower would help calm his blood down. Pulling the door open he set it for cold and opened the window wide, letting the still chilly air into his room. Maybe after tonight he'd be okay, he hoped so or Marie would hate him forever if she found out about his perverted need for her.
Thing was a part of him knew it wasn't perverted, it was basic and honest, *he* wanted her and his mind wasn't about to let him fuck this up again. He'd wait until Logan's guard was low and she was receptive to him as all females are at a certain point in their cycle. He'd just have to wait until she hit hers, smiling Wolverine retreated into the background his plans made.
The bath had helped her body relax but her mind had been another story, all it seemed to want to do was show her how much Logan's view of her was achievable. If she could use her touching sessions to learn; why couldn't she use them to try and control the flow of her skin? It was a noble cause and she'd be free to learn with the others then, she'd be able to free Logan to train everyone at the same time. Instead of her taking up most of his time, but all her brain did was interrupt her by showing her the expanse of his chest and the way it had shifted as he's fought with her.
Growling at her own frustration she'd been vicious with the exfoliator until her skin glowed. Standing up as the water drained away, rubbing her skin with the towel she let her concentration slip for a second. The presence in her mind shot forward taking hold of her and she felt her heart rate double. Shuddering at the sudden cold she dove for her bed, still naked she went under the covers. Her skin sending all sorts of pleasurable messages about the texture she was wrapped up in. The presence retreated knowing she'd follow her own urges now, sitting back and watching the imagination work over time as she tried to ease the frustration she'd been squashing down for days.
Logan above her, his body radiating heat into her skin, the soft cotton of his clothing against the hardness of his body. The way he looked right through her made her hands go straight to her sex, seeing him pull her closer to him until she was flush against him. His body arcing into hers, his hips already grinding against her, need raw and vital in his eyes as her hands worked on herself. Seeing his own large rough fingers touch her covered in soft brushed cotton, the force of them, the power held in check as he stroked her even as he rubbed himself against her thigh. Showing her how much she made him want her, just her scent made him crazy, the words tumbling from his lips as he licked and tasted her skin, teeth nipping her breasts through the top she wore.
Her body bucking into him hands locked on his shoulders as the wave crashed over her nerves, her voice loud as she cried out. The need still pouring through her as her body clamped on the fingers she had inside herself, it wasn't enough, it didn't feel right but it was all she had. Shifting the fingers inside herself as she tried to make it last, finally withdrawing them when the heat faded to a warmth that settled in her limbs. The image of Logan still over her in her head front and centre, his face smiling and the darkness in his eyes making her need spike. "Come get me." Snapping her eyes open she snagged her pajama's and put them on, just in time to hear someone knock at her door. Staying seated on her bed she raised her voice to be heard through the door, "Yeah?"
Jubilee's voice was on the other side, the concern evident.
"You okay chica? I heard you cry out, you have a bad dream; do you want me to get someone?" She caught her look in the mirror near her bed, the flushed face that met her gaze she didn't recognise. Taking her time to answer Jubilee knocked again, "Rogue? You okay?" It snapped her out of her trance and she answered her friend.
"Yeah ah'm fine Jubes just a dream ah'm okay honestly." She could still see her friends feet outside the door for a couple of heartbeats before she turned away and walked back to her room. Jubilee had never even considered that she'd been doing something other than sleeping and the thought made her heart grow cold. That even her friends saw her as sexless, she caught the mirror and the dogtag that Logan had given her after Alkali. It was the mirror of the one he'd given back to Stryker, he'd given it to her before he'd left again in an evelope with her name on it on his bed. She hadn't worn it but seeing it there made her put it over her head and tuck it inside her pajama's. Closing her hand over it she finally got to sleep, her dreams free of Logan or his dreams.
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