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Fender Benders And Consequences
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Marie
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Adult ++
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22
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36
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First Impression
Logan stood frozen to the spot staring at the gorgeous creature in front of him and feeling a sudden tightness in his jeans. She was looking at him with a 'deer caught in the headlights' expression which made him realize he must still be wearing his 'I'm pissed and I'm gonna kill something' face.
{Ok, relax, asshole, don't wanna scare her off.}
"Interesting way to meet men," he teased.
"Excuse me?" Marie replied
"Nothing, just kidding," he continued.
{I just wrecked probably close to $200,000 worth of cars and he's joking! Is he mental? And can you be hot and mental at the same time?}
"Guess we better exchange insurance information," Mr. Hot interrupted.
{Insurance! Damn it!}
Marie had so many tickets that her insurance agent had warned her one more incident and her policy was a goner.
{Shit, shit, shit. Now what?}
"Well, there's the problem," Marie started to say.
"Don't tell me you don't have this baby insured?" Logan asked.
"No, no, it's insured, it's just that I'm kinda over my limit as far as 'incidents', if you know what I mean?"
"Got it," he said with a mischievous wink.
{Did he just wink at me or did he get dirt in his eye? Damn, he's cute when he does that. Damn, he's cute when he's just standing there breathing in and out. Ok, get a grip.}
They stood there in silence for a minute just staring at each other. Logan was the first to break the standoff.
He waved his hand in front of Marie's face, "Hello, still with me?"
Not that conversation was necessary. Yeah, he could just stand here a little longer and just stare at her.
"Sorry, just thinking about what to do about this." {Sure, you were, liar!}
"Well, if you don't want to turn in an insurance claim, I'm sure there's something we can work out."
{There's that wink again. Ok, I didn't imagine it this time.}
"What did you have in mind?" Marie asked innocently.
{God, that was a loaded question. Honey, you don't wanna know what just flashed through my mind.}
All thoughts of Jean momentarily gone.
"Why don't we exchange phone numbers and deal with this later, when we can both think clearly." {Like after my hard-on has subsided.}
"That'll work for me, too, I'm already late enough as it is," Marie replied, somewhat relieved.
She had to get away from this man before she humiliated herself and jumped him right there in the parking lot.
{God, where the hell is this coming from? This isn't like me. I'm a good girl, a nice girl. God, I wanna be so bad right now. Stop it!}
They exchanged information and Marie turned to walk back to her car, giving a little wiggle in the process and chiding herself for acting like such a hussy.
{Nice ass, caught the wiggle.} Logan thought huskily. {This might just turn out better than I thought.}
Logan knew from the information on her driver's license that she was eighteen, barely. His taste usually ran to women in their late 20's or early 30's, no jailbait for him . Admittedly, he'd always been a man of few principles, but this one rule was sacred and now he was seriously contemplating making the exception just this once. That's when he looked at the slip of paper clutched in his hand and noticed her last name ....... Summers! Logan remembered that Scott came from Westchester.
{Fuck, she must be Scooter's kid sister. Her name's Marie.}
Then again, Summers had never stopped him before from going after what he wanted - including Jean. She'd been Scott's fiancée until he made the mistake of going out of town on business for a little too long and Jean was having one of her rare horny moments.
Jean had wanted to know what all the fuss was about, if Logan's reputation as a dynamo in the sack was true. The initial encounter with Jean had been a drunken mistake, but she'd latched onto him and kicked Scott to the curb and now he felt stuck with her. Logan's best relationships prior to Jean had lasted 48 hours tops and he thought maybe she would have a calming influence on him. After all, he had to grow up sometime, might as well be with her. He'd screwed his way through just about every decent looking woman in the company to the point that he'd not fought the insistence that he hire Agnes as his current secretary. Agnes was a matronly sixty year-old mother of four, proud grandmother of five and safe as hell.
Lately, though, Logan was starting to feel restless, probably due in part to the fact that Jean was, let's face it, dull as hell in the sack. Sometimes he felt like a necrophiliac, it was so bad. The only reason he stayed, he admitted to himself, was because no other decent opportunities had presented themselves lately. Until this morning that is.
{Scott-fucking-Summers' baby sister. Of all the shitty-ass luck.}
His reaction was typical Logan behavior. He wanted her. Consequences be damned. He would have thrown her to the ground in the parking lot if he thought he could've gotten away with it without getting them arrested for indecent public behavior. He'd just have to get her somewhere more private. Ok, so he knew he was a womanizing pig sometimes, but even he felt embarrassed by the direction his mind was going. It had been a long time, too long, since any woman had had that effect on him. To compound matters, she looked like an innocent. So what was he going to do about it?
Marie jumped into her car still shaking -- either from the accident or from Mr. Too Damn Hot - she wasn't sure which. She turned the A/C on full blast and tried to blame the heat she felt rising in her on the fact that it was June after all.
{Sure, it's the summer, yeah, that's what it is. That's not it and you know it, Queen of Denial!}
It was then that Marie finally glanced down at the business card he'd pressed into her hand.
Logan Roberts ~ Summers International
Logan!
The same Logan that Scott hated with a passion, even if he admired the man's business acumen. The company whore, Logan. The Logan who'd stolen Jean. That Logan. Well, it certainly did explain why she was instantly attracted to him. According to company legend he was totally irresistible. The stories she'd heard of Logan's conquests flashed through her mind. The ones involving conference room tables and office supply closets. Many women had shamelessly chased after him and he didn't exactly play hard to get.
Yep, the man was a major whore. A very in-demand whore, with women forming a long line to vie for his attention. Here she was ready to join that line. She was such a lemming.
Marie got to the shelter an hour late and briefly filled everyone in on what had transpired, conveniently leaving out the name of the owner of the other car. For some reason, she didn't want to share that information with Ororo who was currently helping Scott heal his broken heart over the Jean 'incident'. Scott and Ororo had met six months previously during the planning of a black-tie fundraiser for the shelter. Marie had sweet talked Scott into having Summers International co-sponsor the event along with Charles Xavier of the Xavier School for the Gifted, a major benefactor of the shelter. As head of the shelter, Ororo had to work closely with Scott to coordinate the event and the rest as they say, was history. Logan hadn't attended the fundraiser, being conveniently in Tokyo on company business at the time; which was probably less embarrassing for all involved, with Jean and Scott's nasty split still so fresh.
At first Marie feared Ororo was just a rebound relationship for Scott, but it had slowly turned into true love and Marie was happy for both of them. Ororo was such a wonderful person and Marie hoped Scott wasn't too badly burned by the whole Jean disaster not to attempt another engagement. Ok, so Scott was happy now, so maybe he'd forgiven Logan? Right. Fat chance. Why did she care what he currently thought of Logan? Because even though he was often a big pain-in-the-ass and took his job as older, protective brother way too seriously sometimes, she did love and respect the big dope. She knew deep down that she would never purposely do anything that would shatter their bond. He was all she had left now that mom and dad ........... she didn't want to go there - not today.
Instead, Marie busied herself with the chores and tasks of daily shelter life - the feeding, the scooping, the cuddling and loving of the shelter's residents. She truly loved being here, it had a way of calming her and putting things in perspective. She managed to make it through the rest of the day without thinking of Mr. Too Damn Hot - well, not too often anyway.
It was difficult not to think about the thick dark brown hair, those hazel eyes just this side of green, the chiseled cheekbones male models would kill for and not to mention that killer bod. Logan Roberts was, what she and her girlfriends commonly referred to as droolworthy. Damn, he'd looked fine in that t-shirt, stretched across an obviously well-muscled chest.
{Bet he'd look even better out of it.}
Marie couldn't believe her reaction to this man. She'd never been this way about anyone, ever. What was happening to her? What was he doing to her mind? What would she like him to do to her body? When had her mind fallen into the gutter and why did she like it there so much?
Naughty, naughty, Marie, you need to be spanked. Oh, yes, please!
Before she knew it, it was time to meet Jubes and Kitty. Wait until she tells them she finally met the legendary Logan.
She pulled into the parking lot of the movie theatre. Jubes and Kitty were already there and strolling over to her car as she climbed out.
Noticing the mangled mess that was now the rear end of her beautiful car, Jubes and Kitty simultaneously asked, "What the fuck happened?"
"Fender bender, no big deal," Marie replied.
"No big deal, the car is fucking toast!" Jubes lamented.
"It's fixable," Marie remarked nonchalantly.
"Ok, what exactly happened that you're not completely mental over this?" Jubes inquired suspiciously.
"Well, the owner of the other car ..........." Marie started to say, with this dreamy far off look on her face that Jubes and Kitty had never seen before.
"Ok, got it now," Jubes winked "total hottie, not thinking straight, hasn't really sunk in yet?"
"So does this God in human form have an actual name?" Kitty inquired, rather amused at this different side of their friend. {Good, maybe she's finally catching up to the rest of us.}
"Logan Roberts," Marie replied without hesitating. {Damn, I didn't wanna just blurt that out so quickly.}
"LOGAN!" Both Jubes and Kitty screamed together.
"Yes, THE Logan. I'm in big trouble, aren't I?" Marie asked reluctantly, already knowing and fearing the answer.
~*~*~*
Meanwhile, across town, Logan was listening to Jean prattle on about her day at the hospital, yada, yada, yada. {Christ, shut up already.} His mind kept drifting to a certain barely legal goddess that was going to prove to be a whole lot of trouble.
He smiled to himself - after all, trouble was his middle name, wasn't it?
{Ok, relax, asshole, don't wanna scare her off.}
"Interesting way to meet men," he teased.
"Excuse me?" Marie replied
"Nothing, just kidding," he continued.
{I just wrecked probably close to $200,000 worth of cars and he's joking! Is he mental? And can you be hot and mental at the same time?}
"Guess we better exchange insurance information," Mr. Hot interrupted.
{Insurance! Damn it!}
Marie had so many tickets that her insurance agent had warned her one more incident and her policy was a goner.
{Shit, shit, shit. Now what?}
"Well, there's the problem," Marie started to say.
"Don't tell me you don't have this baby insured?" Logan asked.
"No, no, it's insured, it's just that I'm kinda over my limit as far as 'incidents', if you know what I mean?"
"Got it," he said with a mischievous wink.
{Did he just wink at me or did he get dirt in his eye? Damn, he's cute when he does that. Damn, he's cute when he's just standing there breathing in and out. Ok, get a grip.}
They stood there in silence for a minute just staring at each other. Logan was the first to break the standoff.
He waved his hand in front of Marie's face, "Hello, still with me?"
Not that conversation was necessary. Yeah, he could just stand here a little longer and just stare at her.
"Sorry, just thinking about what to do about this." {Sure, you were, liar!}
"Well, if you don't want to turn in an insurance claim, I'm sure there's something we can work out."
{There's that wink again. Ok, I didn't imagine it this time.}
"What did you have in mind?" Marie asked innocently.
{God, that was a loaded question. Honey, you don't wanna know what just flashed through my mind.}
All thoughts of Jean momentarily gone.
"Why don't we exchange phone numbers and deal with this later, when we can both think clearly." {Like after my hard-on has subsided.}
"That'll work for me, too, I'm already late enough as it is," Marie replied, somewhat relieved.
She had to get away from this man before she humiliated herself and jumped him right there in the parking lot.
{God, where the hell is this coming from? This isn't like me. I'm a good girl, a nice girl. God, I wanna be so bad right now. Stop it!}
They exchanged information and Marie turned to walk back to her car, giving a little wiggle in the process and chiding herself for acting like such a hussy.
{Nice ass, caught the wiggle.} Logan thought huskily. {This might just turn out better than I thought.}
Logan knew from the information on her driver's license that she was eighteen, barely. His taste usually ran to women in their late 20's or early 30's, no jailbait for him . Admittedly, he'd always been a man of few principles, but this one rule was sacred and now he was seriously contemplating making the exception just this once. That's when he looked at the slip of paper clutched in his hand and noticed her last name ....... Summers! Logan remembered that Scott came from Westchester.
{Fuck, she must be Scooter's kid sister. Her name's Marie.}
Then again, Summers had never stopped him before from going after what he wanted - including Jean. She'd been Scott's fiancée until he made the mistake of going out of town on business for a little too long and Jean was having one of her rare horny moments.
Jean had wanted to know what all the fuss was about, if Logan's reputation as a dynamo in the sack was true. The initial encounter with Jean had been a drunken mistake, but she'd latched onto him and kicked Scott to the curb and now he felt stuck with her. Logan's best relationships prior to Jean had lasted 48 hours tops and he thought maybe she would have a calming influence on him. After all, he had to grow up sometime, might as well be with her. He'd screwed his way through just about every decent looking woman in the company to the point that he'd not fought the insistence that he hire Agnes as his current secretary. Agnes was a matronly sixty year-old mother of four, proud grandmother of five and safe as hell.
Lately, though, Logan was starting to feel restless, probably due in part to the fact that Jean was, let's face it, dull as hell in the sack. Sometimes he felt like a necrophiliac, it was so bad. The only reason he stayed, he admitted to himself, was because no other decent opportunities had presented themselves lately. Until this morning that is.
{Scott-fucking-Summers' baby sister. Of all the shitty-ass luck.}
His reaction was typical Logan behavior. He wanted her. Consequences be damned. He would have thrown her to the ground in the parking lot if he thought he could've gotten away with it without getting them arrested for indecent public behavior. He'd just have to get her somewhere more private. Ok, so he knew he was a womanizing pig sometimes, but even he felt embarrassed by the direction his mind was going. It had been a long time, too long, since any woman had had that effect on him. To compound matters, she looked like an innocent. So what was he going to do about it?
Marie jumped into her car still shaking -- either from the accident or from Mr. Too Damn Hot - she wasn't sure which. She turned the A/C on full blast and tried to blame the heat she felt rising in her on the fact that it was June after all.
{Sure, it's the summer, yeah, that's what it is. That's not it and you know it, Queen of Denial!}
It was then that Marie finally glanced down at the business card he'd pressed into her hand.
Logan Roberts ~ Summers International
Logan!
The same Logan that Scott hated with a passion, even if he admired the man's business acumen. The company whore, Logan. The Logan who'd stolen Jean. That Logan. Well, it certainly did explain why she was instantly attracted to him. According to company legend he was totally irresistible. The stories she'd heard of Logan's conquests flashed through her mind. The ones involving conference room tables and office supply closets. Many women had shamelessly chased after him and he didn't exactly play hard to get.
Yep, the man was a major whore. A very in-demand whore, with women forming a long line to vie for his attention. Here she was ready to join that line. She was such a lemming.
Marie got to the shelter an hour late and briefly filled everyone in on what had transpired, conveniently leaving out the name of the owner of the other car. For some reason, she didn't want to share that information with Ororo who was currently helping Scott heal his broken heart over the Jean 'incident'. Scott and Ororo had met six months previously during the planning of a black-tie fundraiser for the shelter. Marie had sweet talked Scott into having Summers International co-sponsor the event along with Charles Xavier of the Xavier School for the Gifted, a major benefactor of the shelter. As head of the shelter, Ororo had to work closely with Scott to coordinate the event and the rest as they say, was history. Logan hadn't attended the fundraiser, being conveniently in Tokyo on company business at the time; which was probably less embarrassing for all involved, with Jean and Scott's nasty split still so fresh.
At first Marie feared Ororo was just a rebound relationship for Scott, but it had slowly turned into true love and Marie was happy for both of them. Ororo was such a wonderful person and Marie hoped Scott wasn't too badly burned by the whole Jean disaster not to attempt another engagement. Ok, so Scott was happy now, so maybe he'd forgiven Logan? Right. Fat chance. Why did she care what he currently thought of Logan? Because even though he was often a big pain-in-the-ass and took his job as older, protective brother way too seriously sometimes, she did love and respect the big dope. She knew deep down that she would never purposely do anything that would shatter their bond. He was all she had left now that mom and dad ........... she didn't want to go there - not today.
Instead, Marie busied herself with the chores and tasks of daily shelter life - the feeding, the scooping, the cuddling and loving of the shelter's residents. She truly loved being here, it had a way of calming her and putting things in perspective. She managed to make it through the rest of the day without thinking of Mr. Too Damn Hot - well, not too often anyway.
It was difficult not to think about the thick dark brown hair, those hazel eyes just this side of green, the chiseled cheekbones male models would kill for and not to mention that killer bod. Logan Roberts was, what she and her girlfriends commonly referred to as droolworthy. Damn, he'd looked fine in that t-shirt, stretched across an obviously well-muscled chest.
{Bet he'd look even better out of it.}
Marie couldn't believe her reaction to this man. She'd never been this way about anyone, ever. What was happening to her? What was he doing to her mind? What would she like him to do to her body? When had her mind fallen into the gutter and why did she like it there so much?
Naughty, naughty, Marie, you need to be spanked. Oh, yes, please!
Before she knew it, it was time to meet Jubes and Kitty. Wait until she tells them she finally met the legendary Logan.
She pulled into the parking lot of the movie theatre. Jubes and Kitty were already there and strolling over to her car as she climbed out.
Noticing the mangled mess that was now the rear end of her beautiful car, Jubes and Kitty simultaneously asked, "What the fuck happened?"
"Fender bender, no big deal," Marie replied.
"No big deal, the car is fucking toast!" Jubes lamented.
"It's fixable," Marie remarked nonchalantly.
"Ok, what exactly happened that you're not completely mental over this?" Jubes inquired suspiciously.
"Well, the owner of the other car ..........." Marie started to say, with this dreamy far off look on her face that Jubes and Kitty had never seen before.
"Ok, got it now," Jubes winked "total hottie, not thinking straight, hasn't really sunk in yet?"
"So does this God in human form have an actual name?" Kitty inquired, rather amused at this different side of their friend. {Good, maybe she's finally catching up to the rest of us.}
"Logan Roberts," Marie replied without hesitating. {Damn, I didn't wanna just blurt that out so quickly.}
"LOGAN!" Both Jubes and Kitty screamed together.
"Yes, THE Logan. I'm in big trouble, aren't I?" Marie asked reluctantly, already knowing and fearing the answer.
~*~*~*
Meanwhile, across town, Logan was listening to Jean prattle on about her day at the hospital, yada, yada, yada. {Christ, shut up already.} His mind kept drifting to a certain barely legal goddess that was going to prove to be a whole lot of trouble.
He smiled to himself - after all, trouble was his middle name, wasn't it?