I. Breakfast at Tiffany's
Logan was eating breakfast when it happened. A young Asian girl, Jubilee, if he recalled correctly, placed her tray down on the table next to him and said, "This seat taken?" She didn't give him a chance to answer; she just sat.
Before he was able to respond, Marie's roommate Kitty sat down on his other side.
He glared at the two of them, but he must have been losing his touch because they ignored it and smiled brightly.
"We just wanted you to know," Jubilee said conversationally, "that if you hurt Rogue, we'll kill you."
Kitty nodded her head in vigorous agreement. "And we could, too," she added.
He wasn't sure if he should laugh or growl. He was happy his girl -- God, that sounded so good on the one hand, and so disgustingly sappy on the other -- had friends willing to stand up for her, but he didn't like being threatened by teenyboppers. He settled for raising an eyebrow and saying, "Really?"
Kitty nodded again. "Really. If you're just playing around with her, no place on earth will be far enough away to hide."
"And you better get her a nice gift for graduation," Jubilee said.
"I better what?" he growled. Some kids looked over to see what was going on. He glared and they quickly turned away.
She didn't even flinch, continuing to shovel eggs into her mouth. "You heard me," she said through a mouthful of food.
He had to laugh. "Kid, your attitude is gonna get you in a lotta trouble someday."
"Someday?" she snorted. "How about every day?"
Every morning thereafter, the two young women sought him out and asked him to go shopping. Asked, hell -- it was sheer coercion and he was starting to break. He tried everything to avoid them, but he began to see that the whole student body was conspiring against him. At least it meant that Rogue wasn't an outcast for taking up with him.
He'd be working somewhere remote -- out in the stables, or by the lake -- and he'd nod and glare at the boys, hoping they'd get the hint and not rat him out. But no, somehow, Jubilee or Kitty -- or both, sometimes -- would come by not five minutes later. And they always said the same thing, "You have to buy Rogue something for graduation." A man can only take so much pouting and pleading from teenage girls, even a man with an adamantium skeleton.
Of course, he was no match for them. He was in the garage working on his -- Cyke's -- bike when One-Eye himself came in. They'd been avoiding each other fairly successfully since their confrontation in Xavier's office.
"So this is where you're hiding."
"I'm not hiding." He sounded petulant even to his own ears.
"Kitty and Jubilee are looking for you," Scott said, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice. Logan glanced around quickly. He didn't smell them yet, so he was safe for a few more minutes. "You may as well give in now. You can't win. They're relentless."
"They want to take me shopping," he confided, unable to keep the horror from his voice.
Scott blanched. In a rare moment of solidarity with the other man, he said, "Get out of here. I'll hold them off as long as I can." Logan left, running like a pansy from two very determined teenage girls.
It was, in the end, useless, as he'd known it would be. When they told him how excited Rogue was about her new dress, and how she had no real jewelry to wear with it, he was lost. He didn't like the idea that she was missing out on anything the other girls had.
So, there he was in the jeep with Kitty and Jubilee, who were arguing over the radio station. He settled that instantly, putting on a Janis Joplin CD and threatening Jubilee with three inches of adamantium when she complained.
They walked into the mall, and Logan once again thought about what a bad idea this whole trip was. Kitty and Jubilee walked ahead of him, chattering. He took in the sights, sounds and smells, and remembered why he hated malls. Teenage girls wearing too much makeup, perfume and hairspray flirted with teenage boys wearing too much cologne and even more hairspray, while mothers with young children tried to get some shopping in before the sugar shock hit.
"Where should we start?" Kitty asked.
"Why don't you kids pick something out and I'll wait in the car?" Yeah, I'm a coward, he thought.
The girls exchanged a look. "Victoria's Secret!" Jubilee exclaimed, causing several people in their vicinity to turn and shoot him dirty looks. Great. I'm a coward, and half of Westchester county thinks I'm a pedophile.
"How about the bookstore?" he suggested.
"You're going to say, 'I love you' with books?" Jubilee said scornfully.
He bared his teeth and growled, which had no effect on the girls. When did he lose control? he wondered. And how was it possible that he was in love with one of these creatures? But Marie was different -- she could be giggly, sure, but she also knew how and when to be quiet and serious. God, I really am whipped.
"What about Bath and Body Works?" Kitty offered. They headed toward the store.
"Ooh, and you could get some candles and then light them and have sex by them," Jubilee said excitedly. This time his glare must have been more ferocious, because she calmed down immediately.
"Jubes!" Kitty gasped.
"Look," he said, wearily, "Marie smells great just the way she is. She doesn't need all sorts of flowery crap covering up her natural scent." They were at the entrance when he realized what kind of store they were dragging him into. "And I am not going into that store."
"Why not, Logan? Afraid someone might see you and think you were buying yourself something?" Jubilee asked, cracking her gum.
He growled and stalked away. There had to be someplace he could shop without totally humiliating himself or compromising his manhood, he thought. The two girls ran to catch up with him, and Kitty saved his ass by exclaiming, "Tiffany's! I didn't know they had a Tiffany's in here."
He sighed in relief. Jewelry, he could do. They'd told him she needed jewelry. It was the perfect solution. If he'd remembered that earlier, he could have avoided the whole Victoria's Secret debacle.
He jerked his head toward the stately-looking store and made his way over. The clerks' eyes widened when he strode in. "You," he barked at one young thing who couldn't have been more than eighteen herself. Another, older, woman with silvery hair interposed herself between them.
"May I help you, sir?" she asked, not at all fazed by the surly man in the leather jacket. The rich are often eccentric, she knew.
"My girl's graduating high school. Need to buy her something nice."
The woman led him over to a case holding silver jewelry. "Your daughter likes silver?"
He didn't correct the misconception. Safer that way. He looked to Kitty and Jubilee. They nodded vigorously. He pointed to a pair of dangly heart earrings by Elsa Peretti. "Those."
"A fine choice, sir. Shall I wrap them for you?" the woman said, unlocking the case. He nodded. "Cash or charge?"
"Cash." He pulled is wallet out and peeled off two hundred-dollar bills. Kitty and Jubilee exchanged glances. That was impressive.
"Very good, sir. Will there be anything else?"
His eye was caught by a bracelet of silver hearts that matched the earrings. "That bracelet? It goes with the earrings?"
The woman nodded. "Yes. You have a good eye. These are lovely pieces for a young girl."
"Wrap that, too," he said, pulling out another hundred.
She busied herself with wrapping the little blue boxes in blue paper and tying white bows around them. He handed her the cash, took his change and the bag, and stalked out, Kitty and Jubilee trailing in his wake like geese after their mother. He shoved the bag at Kitty. "You carry it. If you lose it, I'll kill you."
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jubilee asked cheerfully.
He shot her a dark look and said nothing on the drive home. He was secretly glad they'd forced him into going -- he knew Marie would love the jewelry, and he hoped she would be appropriately grateful. Stop that! he told himself. You didn't buy her a gift because you want to get into her pants, you old fool. And it was true. He just wanted to see those sad eyes light up. He hoped they would.
II. Graduation
The day dawned clear and bright, but Rogue and Kitty had already been up for a while. They were graduating from high school today. It was a significant event, marked by a night of girlish confidences, interrupted by occasional dozing.
"If I have dark circles under my eyes today, my mother is so going to fuss," Kitty complained. Then she realized that Rogue's mother wouldn't be attending the ceremony -- that she had, in fact, stood by while Rogue's father tossed the girl out of the house, a little over two years ago -- and regretted her whining. "I'm sorry, Rogue. I didn't mean --"
Rogue bit back a bitter retort and waved her hand. "No problem, Kitty. I know you guys are my family now." She managed to sound as if she meant it without reservation. It was true, after all, though she couldn't help but be envious sometimes of the few students like Kitty, who remained on good terms with their families.
They were silent for a few moments. Then, their excitement at the occasion returned.
"Do you think Logan will like my new dress?" Rogue asked, failing to sound casual. She'd bought it yesterday on a whim and with some pushing from Jubilee, replacing the matronly linen suit she and Ororo had picked out a few weeks ago. At least, Jubilee had said it was matronly. "My grandmother would wear that outfit, Roguey, but I wouldn't be caught dead in it!" had been the girl's exact words.
Rogue had to smile. Jubilee had been one of the few people who supported her relationship with Logan without reservation. As far as the little firecracker was concerned, it was too cool for words. Kitty also had been great, once she'd gotten over her initial anger at Rogue's treatment of Bobby. While everyone else tiptoed around the subject, and tiptoed around Logan, the two girls had attempted to make friends with him. He was often seen trying to escape from them, a harried, hunted look in his eyes.
Rogue wondered what look she'd see in his eyes this afternoon, when she revealed her new dress. And reveal was the right word. It was a black silk tank dress, very short, that left an awful lot of deadly skin exposed. For most of the day, she'd be fully covered by her graduation gown, and, of course, she'd be wearing pantyhose and her ever-present opera gloves. But still, it was a risky dress.
"Like it?" Kitty asked incredulously. "You're probably going to give him a heart attack when you take off that gown. Thank God for his healing factor." She smiled secretively. "He's not the only one who's gonna get a surprise."
"Bobby would have to be made of ice not to jump on you when he sees you in that dress," Rogue replied with a smile. Kitty's dress was also very short, two sheer layers of periwinkle rayon georgette that floated around her like an aura.
"Oh, him," she said dismissively, thinking of the gift she and Jubilee had hounded Logan into buying for Rogue. Then she caught herself. "Oh, yeah, Bobby's gonna die. But that's all right. I'll be there to give him mouth-to-mouth."
Rogue laughed, Kitty's slip forgotten.
The ceremony was long and boring, as such things often were. Rogue, Jubilee and Kitty sat together and whispered during the commencement address by Warren Worthington, an alumnus who'd made good in the business world.
After they tossed their mortarboards and had a group picture taken with the faculty, the girls went inside to strip off their black gowns.
Logan sat at the back of the lawn, smoking and wondering when he should give her the gift. He was stunned when Kitty came out leading a girl who was obviously Marie, but like he'd never seen her before.
The first thing he noticed was how short the dress was. Dear God, it was indecent, he thought. Her long legs were encased in sheer black stockings and seemed to go on forever. The skirt hit mid-thigh, clinging to tantalizing curves. He dragged his eyes away from her hips and almost had heart failure. The neckline plunged gracefully, exposing more cleavage than could possibly be legal. The dog tags nestled in the hollow between her breasts and he was actually jealous -- jealous! -- of the little metal bits.
Because of his keen hearing, he was able to listen in on their conversation.
"I don't know, Kitty. I don't think this dress is such a good idea after all," Rogue was saying, suddenly embarrassed by all the skin she was exposing.
"Too late now, Rogue. Logan's sitting right there. I swear, he looks like a dog salivating for a bone. It'd be cruel for you to go and change now," Kitty responded, pulling her along in his direction.
Rogue took a deep breath, which did interesting things to her neckline, and laughed suddenly. "It would be cruel, wouldn't it?"
"It certainly would," he murmured. He stood as they approached, hands in his pockets, fiddling with the gift boxes. For once he'd worn something other than jeans, and Rogue smiled appreciatively at the way his white shirt and khaki pants draped his body.
"Congratulations, Kitty," he said, before turning all his attention on Marie. Kitty grinned and headed off to look for Bobby. His voice huskier than he'd expected, he said, "To you too, Marie," before gathering her into a careful hug, thankful for his long-sleeved shirt. He reveled in the feel of her soft curves against his hard frame, but ever aware of the crowd surrounding them, he didn't let his hands roam as he wished.
"Thanks," she smiled up at him, pulling away a little. She stroked a finger down his cheek. "You even shaved. I'm honored."
He growled playfully at her teasing. "I bought you a gift," he said with studied casualness. He was having a hard time not staring at her cleavage. His eyes darted to her chest and back to her face a number of times before he decided that maybe looking at a point beyond her shoulder might be the way to go. Less embarrassment there.
She smiled, and as usual, he felt the world tilt. "You didn't have to." And then an impish grin. "But I'm glad you did."
He cleared his throat and muttered, "Hope you like it."
"I'm sure I will."
"Well, uh, that's great. Why don't we get something to eat? Chuck's put out quite a spread." And he began walking toward the mansion.
"Logan?"
He looked at her over his shoulder. "Yeah?"
"I don't mean to be pushy or anything, but, um, are you gonna give me the gift or just tell me about it?"
"Shit." His eyes widened and he could feel the blush heating his ears and his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the little blue boxes, their bows slightly askew from his fiddling.
"Omigod! Logan!" Her voice was breathless in shock. "You did not go to Tiffany's! You shouldn't have. You really, really shouldn't have."
"You, you don't like that stuff?" he asked, more hurt than he'd ever expected to be. He should have known. He sucked at picking out gifts and shit like that. He should have let Kitty and Jubilee do it.
She turned those wide eyes on his and they were glistening with tears. "I, I love this stuff. But it's so expensive and you shouldn't spend your money--"
"I'll spend my money any damn way I please, Marie," he growled. "It's not like I got a lot to spend it on, what with Chuck footin' the bill for room and board. 'Sides, you're worth it." She smiled at him again and he put his gloves on so he could slide a finger down the curve of her cheek. "Now, are you gonna open 'em?"
She carefully removed the bow from the first box, opened it, and emptied the contents of the blue velvet bag into her palm, revealing the heart earrings. She gasped. "Oh, Logan, they're beautiful." She looked at her full hands and said, "Can you put them on for me?"
He sucked in a breath. There was something very intimate about removing the tiny pearls from her ears and slipping the silver hearts on in their place. He did it very carefully, with fingers that trembled just a little.
She shook her head when he was done, getting a feel for the weight of them. "I love them," she said.
"Open the other one," he said, trying not to show his eagerness. He was acting like a freakin' puppy. Thank God everyone else had gone inside to eat.
She unwrapped the second gift and there were tears in her eyes when she lifted the bracelet up, catching her breath at the way the silver glinted in the sun.
"You got my heart, darlin'. Never forget that," he murmured, putting it on her satin-clad wrist and then pressing a kiss to her palm.
She hugged him again and said, "I got a little gift for you too, Logan."
"Marie?"
"I'm not wearing any underwear," she whispered, her face rosy from blushing. He growled and tightened his arms around her, contemplating the possibilities offered by her pantyhose. "Thought you'd like that," she giggled.
His conscience struggled with his desire for her. "Do you think they'd miss us?" he asked hoarsely. She shook her head and he slid an arm beneath her knees and carried her up to his room.
Once there, he deposited her on the bed and stretched out next to her. He pulled a sheer white scarf from his bedside table and she said, "So that's where that went!"
He grinned and floated it across her face, dropping kisses on her eyes, her nose, and her jaw before setting his lips against hers.
It was a gentle kiss at first, lips only. He was willing to take all day to just kiss her. In the week since they'd been together and decided that they should slow it down, he hadn't done more than touch her hair. He felt the dam burst within him, flooding him with love and desire for her, but he swore he'd remain in control this time. He meant it this time.
She moaned a little, low in her throat, and played her tongue across his mouth, shyly seeking access to his warmth. He opened a little, and she nipped at his lower lip before darting her tongue into his mouth and sliding it against his.
His gloved hands were everywhere, in her hair, stroking her back, molding her hips to his. Then he unzipped the dress; she raised her arms and he lifted it over her head. She wore only a lacy black bra and her pantyhose and he'd never seen anything so sexy in his life.
He unhooked the bra and tossed it behind him, still playing his tongue against hers as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs playing up the outside curve to stroke her nipples. She whispered his name against his mouth and arched her back and he rolled them over so he was on top.
Pulling the scarf down to cover her chest he took one taut nipple into his mouth, feeling the cool satin gloves stroking his face before her fingers dug into his skull. He moved to the other breast and suckled there, amazed that she'd ever let him touch her, ever let him worship her with his body, even though he still hadn't managed to say the important words.
His hands stroked her sides and drifted lower, sliding beneath the waistband of the stockings so he could slip a finger into the tangle of curls at the juncture of her legs. She inhaled sharply at his touch -- the first time he'd touched her there with nothing but the thin leather of his glove between them.
Her legs opened to him naturally, and he stroked her first with his fingers, and then, pulling the nylons down and replacing them with the scarf, he tasted her. He thought he would explode from it; it was everything he'd ever fantasized and more. She grabbed the headboard, bucking her hips as the tension which spiraled so tight inside her finally found release; she moaned his name and he moved up her body, kissing her hard, pressing his hand against the sensitive bundle of nerves that was bringing her such pleasure.
"That's what I taste like?" she murmured.
"Yeah." A pause. "The sweetest thing ever."
She smiled, her hand running down his body to find the zipper on his pants. He stopped her, suddenly tense and still, listening. His nostrils flared.
"Shit. Jean's on her way," he muttered. Her eyes widened and she flew off the bed, gathering her clothes quickly. "Get in the bathroom and stay there," he ordered. She nodded wordlessly and scooted.
He closed the door quietly behind her and closed his eyes, calming his breathing. Jean knocked at the door and he said, "Coming." He didn't miss the little snicker Marie let out at his choice of words.
He opened the door and Jean smiled. "Have you seen Rogue?" she asked. "We'd like to take some pictures and she's the only one missing."
He shrugged. "I gave her her graduation present and split. Not my kinda shindig, ya know?"
"I heard about the gift, Logan. That's very sweet of you. Don't forget her birthday is coming up next month."
Shit. "Thanks for reminding me, Red."
"No problem. And send Rogue down when she's finished dressing, okay?"
He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't help it. How the hell did she know?
"Aside from hearing her moaning down the hall, she forgot that," Jean said, an amused look on her face as she nodded toward the bra dangling from the bedside table. "Your secret is safe with me, Logan, but you may want to consider less…noisy pursuits next time, yes?"
"Thanks, Jean. She'll be down in a few."
Jean smiled again and left. Rogue rushed out of the bathroom. "I was that loud?" she asked, her face burning.
"Yeah," he said smugly. "Damn good for my ego, too, kid."
She crawled across the bed and grabbed her bra, muttering, "Cocky bastard."
"And don't you forget it," he replied, swinging her into his arms for a kiss before she redid her makeup and headed out for pictures. "Don't you forget it."
III. Hot Fun in the Summertime
Kitty watched Bobby carefully. In the weeks since graduation, they'd become closer, and she was almost sure he was getting over Rogue's defection fairly quickly. He'd always known he'd never have her heart, and Kitty didn't think he was really in love with the other girl, anyway. He was just a sucker for big, sad eyes, and nobody's eyes were sadder than Rogue's.
Not that she used them to get her own way; she didn't. Well, except sometimes with Logan. And it was funny to watch as she twisted the rough, bad-ass Wolverine around her little finger. Not that he was really all that scary, Kitty thought. It was hard to be scared of a man who panicked at the thought of walking into Victoria's Secret. She and Jubilee had taken care of that, though, purchasing some lovely lingerie for Rogue's birthday, which was fast approaching. They figured ol' Wolvie, as Jubes called him, much to his consternation, would appreciate the effort.
But now, Kitty was less concerned with Rogue's love life than with her own. She was lying on a lounge chair, taking the sun and watching Bobby and Johnny swim laps. Jubilee and Rogue were next to her, lying on a blanket. Jubes was painting her nails. Rogue was showing more skin than anyone (outside of Logan, Kitty thought, snickering) had ever seen, in a pair of cut-offs and a white tank top. She wore gloves, of course, and her ever-present scarf -- a sheer pale pink square of cloth Ororo had given her -- but her legs were bare to the sun. Everyone had promised to be careful, and since the little kids were in town with the Professor and Storm, they felt relatively safe.
Logan strolled out toward the pool, dressed in his usual tight jeans, but he was shirtless in the mid-June heat. He was carrying a cooler and heading toward the grill.
"You hungry, Marie?" he called out.
"Yeah, sugar," she replied, getting up and meeting him at the barbecue. "What's cookin'?"
"Burgers and dogs," he said. "For you and your crew here. The brats that didn't go with Chuck and 'Ro are heading into town with Slim and Jean for dinner at that Chinese buffet they like so much. I figured this'd be better."
"It sure is," she said. "One day I'm gonna have to teach you how to make real barbecue, like my daddy used to."
He saw the shadow pass over her face at the mention of her father, but it was gone before he could think of something to say.
"Hey, Wolvie, you gonna feed all of us?" Jubilee asked.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he grunted.
While he and Rogue were busying themselves with the food, Bobby and St. John snuck around to the shed containing the garden hose and other pool supplies. They unspooled the hose from its resting place and Bobby concentrated on making sure it was as cold as it could be without actually freezing.
Then they opened fire on the girls and Logan.
Kitty and Jubes shrieked, Logan roared, and Rogue couldn't stop laughing as she watched St. John spray everyone.
With a nice move taught to them by Ororo, Jubilee knocked St. John to the grass and grabbed the hose, turning it on him.
Kitty rose and smiled wickedly. "Hand it over, Jubes. I'm gonna get Drake."
Bobby started running, but he wasn't really trying too hard. "You are so dead, Bobby," Kitty screamed, turning the nozzle on full blast.
"Shit, that's cold!" he yelled, trying to avoid the stream of water Kitty directed at him.
"Duh!" Kitty had a huge smile on her face as she turned the hose back on St. John. Bobby's smile was sly as he crept up behind her and tackled her onto the blanket, setting the hose free to snake across the lawn.
With an armful of sweet-smelling, bikini-clad Kitty, he suddenly lost all interest in the water fight. Using his elbow, he rolled so that she was on top of him. She moved, her pelvis pressing against the sudden bulge in his swimsuit, and they both blushed fiery red.
Licking her lips, she muttered, "Let me up, Bobby," her voice breathier than usual.
"You're the one holding me down," he replied, reaching a hand up to push her hair out of her eyes.
"Oh?" Realization dawned. "Oh!" She scrambled up, remembering that they had an audience. She rushed away, embarrassed by her actions.
Bobby jumped up. "Kitty, wait!" His baffled look touched Rogue, who was currently holding the hose contemplatively.
"Go after her, stupid. She's embarrassed."
He didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted into the house, looking for her.
Rogue grinned down at the nozzle she held in her hand. Logan had gone back to preparing the grill, his jeans already almost dry from its heat. Jubilee had chased St. John into the pool, and they were now engaged in a breath-holding contest that seemed to be keeping them completely occupied and oblivious to the happenings on the grass.
Rogue laid down on the chair Kitty had abandoned, sliding the hose underneath it, out of sight. She was going to wait for the right moment and then Logan was in for a big shock. She couldn't help but grin.
"What's so funny, darlin'?" he asked, settling down on a lawn chair he'd dragged over and pulling a beer out of the cooler.
"Nothin'. Kitty and Bobby," she said, covering up her true reasons for grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"I'm glad the Icemaker's got someone new to jump on."
"Why, Logan, were you jealous of Bobby?" she teased.
He growled. "No."
"Really?" she asked skeptically.
"Really." He lit a cigar to show just now not-jealous he was.
"You aren't jealous of the fact that Bobby and I dated for almost two years?"
"Nope." He figured she didn't need to know just how jealous he'd been -- still was until today, when he saw the hopeful looks the blonde kid was shooting at Kitty.
"Liar," she said, her full lips forming into a pout. He loved when she sassed him. It was such a turn on, because hardly anyone ever had the nerve to tease the Wolverine. Only Marie was brave enough. Of course, she was the only one he'd ever let get away with it. Though damn, Jubilee didn't seem to be scared, either. He'd have to work on that.
He was so busy figuring out how to scare some respect into the little firecracker that he missed Rogue's impish grin as she turned the hose on him and sprayed at full blast.
"Jesus fucking Christ on a half shell!" he shouted, dropping his beer and his now-doused stogie. He ran after her as she giggled and continued to soak him with water.
"You were too jealous. You're just being all manly and don't want to admit it," she exclaimed.
"Gimme the hose, Marie," he said, growling.
"Come and get it, sugar."
He leapt over the lounge that separated them as she ran around him, giggling. With all the extra weight he carried, he'd never be fast, but he should have been quick enough to catch her. His damn jeans were cutting off his circulation.
"I swear Marie, I love you, but after this stunt, I'm gonna have to kill you," he threatened playfully.
She stopped dead, and he almost barreled into her, realizing at the last minute that neither of them was covered up enough for it to be safe.
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. "You what?"
He blinked, realizing what he'd said. "Shit, Marie, that's not how I wanted to say it."
"Just say it again, please?"
"Marie," he swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat that was growing all-too-familiar from his dealings with her, "I, I love you, Marie."
"I love you, too, Logan," she whispered, and he gently lifted the pink scarf around her neck up to her lips so he could kiss her -- their mouths the only point of contact between them.
"Ahem, I hate to break up this Harlequin moment," Damn, Jubilee, Logan thought. I really am going to have to do something about her, "but the hot dogs are on fire."
The moment was broken as Logan rushed to the grill to salvage dinner.
Meanwhile, Bobby chased Kitty up to her room. She slammed the door in his face.
"Kitty, please. Open the door." He turned leaned against it, sliding down to the floor. "I'm gonna sit out here until you let me in, Kitkat."
He heard her fussing in the room and he wondered what she was so upset about. He was the one who should be embarrassed -- she freakin' sat on his erection. Which would have been a lot of fun, he mused, if no one else had been around.
He'd known that Kitty liked him for quite some time. He'd been too caught up in the whole drama of being Rogue's boyfriend to realize that maybe he liked her back. She wasn't dangerous to the touch, and she didn't look frail and broken, like she needed protection. Those were the things that had attracted him most about Rogue -- she'd needed him and he'd needed to be needed.
Whoa, Drake, let's chill with the deep thoughts, he told himself, but then the door was opening behind him and he sprawled into the room Kitty shared with Rogue.
He looked up to see Kitty glowering at him. "What do you want, Bobby?"
He got to his feet quickly, and put a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry, Kitty, if you were embarrassed out there." He noticed her skin was covered in gooseflesh and her nipples were standing at attention. He lost his train of thought. "You're cold," he said, pulling her closer and rubbing her back gently. She sniffed and resisted until he put a hand on her neck, running his fingers up through her short, silky hair.
She rested her head on his chest, and said, "I swear, Bobby, sometimes you just make me crazy, you know that?"
"I know," he agreed, continuing to rub small circles on her back, his hand dipping a little lower each time, as the fingers of his other hand continued their gentle massage of her scalp.
"You're all wet," she muttered.
"So are you."
"We should change."
"Yeah."
But neither moved.
She enjoyed the feel of his cool, smooth flesh against her own. He had gotten tall, these past few months, and filled out some, his chest and shoulders broadening and his muscles becoming clearly defined from all the training they did. She felt like she could stay that way forever, and hoped he felt the same. But she was afraid that if she moved, their rapport would be broken, and it would never come again.
Bobby, meanwhile, was a little surprised at how nicely curved she was. She was slimmer and more boyish than Rogue, but she filled out her bikini nicely, and she felt damn good pressed up against him, nearly naked. Mmm, nearly naked Kitty, he thought, and for once, it wasn't a fantasy or a dream. "Mmm."
She stirred at the sound he made. Did he just purr? "Did you just purr?" she murmured.
"Mmm hmm," he replied, his hands sliding around to fall on the curve of her hips. "This feels really good." She looked up at him, and her lips were so full and soft, and they were right there. He kissed her. Her hands came up to tangle in his damp hair and she opened her mouth to his tongue immediately, sliding hers against it.
She tasted of cherry lip balm and spearmint gum. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then slid around to run over his back. "Bobby," she whispered.
"God, Kitty."
He wasn't quite sure how they wound up on the bed, but he figured he wasn't going to question it. He nuzzled at her neck, nibbling gently at the sensitive skin there, and it was so long since he'd kissed a girl without some sort of cloth between them -- it was a heady feeling. His lips slid down to her chest, her hands grabbed his and put them on her breasts. She grinned when he looked up, and gasped his name when he caressed them.
One of her legs was between his, and she was rubbing it against him, and even the damp swimsuit didn't detract from how good it felt.
He slid the straps of the bikini down, freeing her breasts so he could kiss them. "You're so beautiful, Kitty," he murmured, staring down at her. "How come I never noticed before?"
"Shh," she replied, pulling his head back down for a deep kiss before freeing him so he could continue his exploration of her body. His lips slid over the curve of her breast to latch onto the nipple and lave it with his tongue. "Bobby!" she gasped, arching into him. After a few moments, he turned his attention to the other breast.
Her hands had started an exploration of their own, running over his shoulders and his back, surprising him by squeezing his ass, and then around and up his chest. She teased at his nipples, and it was his turn to gasp. Then she slid her hand into his suit and wrapped it around his shaft. "God, Kitty," he hissed, his breathing ragged as she stroked him.
"I'm not," she whispered, "I'm not too sure what to do, so tell me what you want."
He groaned. "I want you, Kitty." He kissed her again, deep and fierce, his tongue thrusting against hers relentlessly as his hips jerked and he came in her hand.
"Bobby?"
"That was, that was --" He couldn't speak. "Can I do that for you?" he finally managed. She smiled and nodded. He pushed aside the scrap of fabric covering her sex and stroked a finger through her warmth. "Kitty!" he breathed, finding her clit and rubbing it while she made these little moaning noises that were making him hard again.
He kissed her and his fingers continued to circle over that sensitive bundle of nerves, and she felt all the muscles in her body tense and she knew something was going to happen -- better than anything she'd ever managed to do for herself, because it was Bobby and, and -- "Bobby! Please, oh, yeah, please, God, Bobby," she babbled, her hips bucking against his hand as he smiled and covered her mouth with his own again.
They were still drifting feather-light caresses over each other, preparing for another go when the door was flung open and Jubilee stomped in. Bobby moved to quickly shield Kitty from her friend.
"Oh, man!" she groaned. "I got Wolvie and Rogue outside and you two in here. You know what that leaves me with? Freakin' Flamehead Allerdyce. Just great." She turned to leave, and snapped, "Dinner's ready if you guys aren't too busy to eat." And she slammed the door behind her.
Kitty and Bobby looked at each other and started to laugh. Loud, uncontrollable giggles. Finally, when their mirth had subsided, Bobby rested his head on her chest and said, "You know, I hate to say it, but once again, Hank was right."
"About what?" she asked, used to his ramblings about all things blue, furry and Hank.
"You. He was totally right about you." And he kissed her again, all thoughts of dinner forgotten.
End
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks to Dot, Meg, Jen, and Pete. Sorry this took so long.
Text in italics indicate thoughts.