A Little Push
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Marie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
22,694
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Torture
Chapter Two: Torture
Logan groaned from his spot by the pool as Marie climbed from its refreshing waters is hardly more than a few scraps of cloth. Was he never going to any rest from this torture? Ever since that Day, thoughts of her kept running through his head. And it sure as hell didn’t help to see her practically naked every time he turned around, or all the appreciative glances aimed her way. Speaking of which, that Cajun was eyeing her again. A low growl resonated from his throat, catching the Frenchman’s attention. All Logan got for his efforts was a cheeky smile. Bastard.
“Who are you glaring at now,” a very feminine voice asked to his left. Swiveling his head around, he quickly wished he hadn’t. There she stood in less than most varieties of underwear, her nipples two small pebbles poking from the little triangles of cloth that barely covered anything. His eyes traveled down, taking in the narrowed waist and gently flared hips covered by another triangle wisp of fabric. He was going to kill Jubilee for taking her shopping.
“Earth to Logan,” a delicate hand waved in his face, pulling him from his erotic thoughts. He needed another cold shower. Maybe he could slip away when no one was looking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said airily. Rising from his lounge chair, he headed toward the cool interior of the mansion. Unfortunately, Marie wasn’t done talking to him yet.
“Have you come up with anybody yet,” she asked quietly, falling into step beside him. He did not need this right now. Images of her moaning in pleasure with some faceless man looming above her shot through his head. Suddenly, he really wanted to destroy something.
“No,” he ground out. Why couldn’t she have stayed that same frightened little girl he rescued so long ago? The one that hung on his every word and would never dream of thinking about something like this.
“Well, I’ve been thinking of a few people. I had thought of Scott. He’s lonely now that Jean’s gone. Or maybe Gambit,” she said blithely. Now he really, REALLY wanted to destroy something. Scooter touching her delectable flesh was hard enough, but imagining the Cajun enjoying what she had to offer made him start to think of different, painful ways to kill him that couldn’t be traced back to him.
“No,” he said, continuing to his room. Maybe a cold shower and then the danger room. Work out some frustration.
“Why not,” she asked, glaring at him with annoyance. Couldn’t he be more cooperative in her endeavor to lose her virginity.
“Because Scooter’s too much of a pansy, and I don’t like the Cajun,” he ground out. When was the torture going to end? He just wanted a little peace and quiet. Maybe a writhing, moaning Marie beneath him in his bed too. The sudden image that flashed in his head of cool sheets and silky hair did not help his hard on. He only hoped she hadn’t noticed yet.
“Logan, you’re being stupid. I’ll admit that Scott might not be comfortable sleeping with me, but Gambit is very charming. I know he’d take good care of me,” she reasoned. Besides, he was the next best thing to the man beside her. He wasn’t as elemental, but he was just as dangerous. Sometimes you just had to settle for second best.
“I said no,” he roared, whipping to face her. Was she trying to provoke him? Because she was doing a hell of a job.
“Listen here, Logan. I’m tired of you stalling. I said a few days and it’s been a few days. I’m going to pick someone tomorrow. It will most likely be Gambit. Deal with it,” she spat before stomping down the hall. Hell, he’d really screwed up.
He reached his room, his body at the boiling point between his frustration with Marie and with fucking her. He turned the shower on, stripping himself before stepping under its icy spray. Damn, she was forcing his hand. If he didn’t act soon, she might very well be in the Scooter’s room tomorrow night, or worse, the Cajun’s. Gods he loved her.
His eyes snapped open in shock. He loved her. Hell. How could he love someone probably half his age? Thoughts of all Marie had been through in the last six years went through his mind. Though she was young in years, she wasn’t in experience. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought.
He finished his shower and dressed all thoughts of the danger room forgotten. He mechanically headed down to dinner, taking his normal spot at the farthest corner of the dining hall. His eyes scanned the room for any glimpses of her, before he spotted her sitting in the Cajun’s lap. The next second he saw red, and it took great effort to keep from stomping over there and ripping her away. He watched as she laughed at something the bastard whispered in her ear before leaving. Decision made, Logan stood and followed her out.
Logan groaned from his spot by the pool as Marie climbed from its refreshing waters is hardly more than a few scraps of cloth. Was he never going to any rest from this torture? Ever since that Day, thoughts of her kept running through his head. And it sure as hell didn’t help to see her practically naked every time he turned around, or all the appreciative glances aimed her way. Speaking of which, that Cajun was eyeing her again. A low growl resonated from his throat, catching the Frenchman’s attention. All Logan got for his efforts was a cheeky smile. Bastard.
“Who are you glaring at now,” a very feminine voice asked to his left. Swiveling his head around, he quickly wished he hadn’t. There she stood in less than most varieties of underwear, her nipples two small pebbles poking from the little triangles of cloth that barely covered anything. His eyes traveled down, taking in the narrowed waist and gently flared hips covered by another triangle wisp of fabric. He was going to kill Jubilee for taking her shopping.
“Earth to Logan,” a delicate hand waved in his face, pulling him from his erotic thoughts. He needed another cold shower. Maybe he could slip away when no one was looking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said airily. Rising from his lounge chair, he headed toward the cool interior of the mansion. Unfortunately, Marie wasn’t done talking to him yet.
“Have you come up with anybody yet,” she asked quietly, falling into step beside him. He did not need this right now. Images of her moaning in pleasure with some faceless man looming above her shot through his head. Suddenly, he really wanted to destroy something.
“No,” he ground out. Why couldn’t she have stayed that same frightened little girl he rescued so long ago? The one that hung on his every word and would never dream of thinking about something like this.
“Well, I’ve been thinking of a few people. I had thought of Scott. He’s lonely now that Jean’s gone. Or maybe Gambit,” she said blithely. Now he really, REALLY wanted to destroy something. Scooter touching her delectable flesh was hard enough, but imagining the Cajun enjoying what she had to offer made him start to think of different, painful ways to kill him that couldn’t be traced back to him.
“No,” he said, continuing to his room. Maybe a cold shower and then the danger room. Work out some frustration.
“Why not,” she asked, glaring at him with annoyance. Couldn’t he be more cooperative in her endeavor to lose her virginity.
“Because Scooter’s too much of a pansy, and I don’t like the Cajun,” he ground out. When was the torture going to end? He just wanted a little peace and quiet. Maybe a writhing, moaning Marie beneath him in his bed too. The sudden image that flashed in his head of cool sheets and silky hair did not help his hard on. He only hoped she hadn’t noticed yet.
“Logan, you’re being stupid. I’ll admit that Scott might not be comfortable sleeping with me, but Gambit is very charming. I know he’d take good care of me,” she reasoned. Besides, he was the next best thing to the man beside her. He wasn’t as elemental, but he was just as dangerous. Sometimes you just had to settle for second best.
“I said no,” he roared, whipping to face her. Was she trying to provoke him? Because she was doing a hell of a job.
“Listen here, Logan. I’m tired of you stalling. I said a few days and it’s been a few days. I’m going to pick someone tomorrow. It will most likely be Gambit. Deal with it,” she spat before stomping down the hall. Hell, he’d really screwed up.
He reached his room, his body at the boiling point between his frustration with Marie and with fucking her. He turned the shower on, stripping himself before stepping under its icy spray. Damn, she was forcing his hand. If he didn’t act soon, she might very well be in the Scooter’s room tomorrow night, or worse, the Cajun’s. Gods he loved her.
His eyes snapped open in shock. He loved her. Hell. How could he love someone probably half his age? Thoughts of all Marie had been through in the last six years went through his mind. Though she was young in years, she wasn’t in experience. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought.
He finished his shower and dressed all thoughts of the danger room forgotten. He mechanically headed down to dinner, taking his normal spot at the farthest corner of the dining hall. His eyes scanned the room for any glimpses of her, before he spotted her sitting in the Cajun’s lap. The next second he saw red, and it took great effort to keep from stomping over there and ripping her away. He watched as she laughed at something the bastard whispered in her ear before leaving. Decision made, Logan stood and followed her out.