The Hidden Truths

Shortly after breakfast, Marie and Jubilee rushed into town, to help Marie pick out a new outfit for that night. While Marie was thinking of something more reserved and safe to wear, Jubilee had something else in mind.

Jubilee started plucking out every mini skirt she could find, along with spaghetti strapped shirts. Although some of Jubilee’s choices were very appealing, like the leather mini skirt with a matching corset, a bright neon sign saying ‘deadly skin,’ kept flashing in Marie’s head.

She knew Jubilee meant well, but all of the overly revealing clothing she picked out, was making her even more self-conscious. They hadn’t even been there a half hour, before Marie was miserable and wishing Kitty was there. At least if she was there instead of being out with Kurt, she could’ve been Marie’s voice of reasoning.

Instead, she put on a fake smile and reluctantly tried on every outfit, then came up with some type of excuse for not liking it. Unfortunately, it didn’t phase Jubilee one bit. She was too busy on trying to help her socially challenged friend come out of her shell, that she didn’t care.

Finally, after three s, Ms, Marie found the perfect outfit. A dark purple v-cut shirt, with long sleeves that flared at the wrist and a full-length black skirt, with slits on both sides that came up mid thigh. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it, but had a hard time convincing Jubilee, that it would still give off the desired affect.

Reluctantly Jubilee gave in, but not without making Marie agree to wear a pair of leather knee high boots, with a three-inch heel, that Marie was cer she she’d kill herself in. Jubilee insisted that it would help give her more of an edge to her conservative attire. Graciously, Marie accepted the deal and they went back to the school to get ready.


Marie raced to her room and showered. Once Kitty had come back from having lunch with Kurt, she helped Marie do something different with her hair. Instead of the boring, flat as a board look she had for so long, Kitty decided to curl her hair, giving her soft luscious curls. Whittyitty finished working her magic, Marie quickly went back to her room to finish getting ready.

After putting on her new outfit, she looked herself over in her mirror. She carefully adjusted her shirt so that her breasts weren’t completely hanging out and flattened out the front of her skirt. Finally, she nodded and smiled with satisfaction and went over to the edge of her bed to put on her boots.

Sinking her feet into the boots, she brought her left leg up first to make it easier to zip. She then brought her other leg up and rested her foot on the bed, causing her skirt to slide down her thigh and dangle between her legs. She tossed her freshly curled locks to the side and bent forward to zip the boot, when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” Marie called out, fumbling for the zipper.

The door opened and Marie glanced over to see Logan standing in the doorway. His eyes widened and his lips parted, as his breath caught in his chest at the sight before him. There she was, standing in this provocative pose, showing off more skin than he had ever seen her allow. is bis body temperature rose dramatically and that familiar strain, in his all ready tight jeans, returned with an intensity he never thought possible, when it came to Marie. Sure, she always managed to give him a hard on, but never one this severe. Then again, she wasn’t standing there looking like some sex goddess every time either.

Logan knew he should look away, or at least try to meet her stare, but he couldn’t tear his eyes from her alluring figure. He was too enthralled with the way her perfectly round breasts nearly escaped the confines of her tight shirt and how her long, exposed, slender leg looked dangerously inviting. He couldn’t believe that this woman standing before him now was the same woman he constantly referred to as a kid. How he could ever mistake this beautiful, sexy creature for a kid, was be him him.

“Yeah know, if you take a picture it’ll last longer sugah,” Marie teased, as she zipped her boot.

Logan snapped out of his captivated trance and his eyes finally shot up to meet hers. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to suppress his obvious erection, as best he could, without having to physically grab himself to do it. He was glad that Marie hadn’t yet noticed his body’s visual approval of her outfit, making it easier for him to regain his composer. He cleared his mind of all impure thoughts that swirled in his head and went back to thinking of her as a kid for safe measure.

“Sugah?” he questioned casually, as he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry,” she uttered, bringing her leg down, “I just blurted it out. It sounded stupid, I know.”

Marie looked away from him and bit her lower lip, feeling embarrassed. It sounded good in her head, but once she said it and saw Logan’s puzzled reaction, she wished she never said it. ‘No wonder why he thinks of me as a kid’, she thought.

“Actually darlin’, I kinda liked it,” he admitted, in a rather husky seductive tone that shocked him.

Never once did he express his sexual desires for her. He even refrained from harmless flirting, knowing it would only get him into trouble. He always kept his strong attraction for her under great control and he was pissed that he let this one slip. ‘Smooth move asshole,’ he cursed himself. Seeing she caught the sudden difference in his voice, by the way she grinned wickedly at him now, he knew he had to think fast.

“Don’t you think that’s a little too much skin for you to be showing?” Logan asked firmly, trying to change the subject that was destined to follow if he hadn’t.
“I assure you Logan, this is nothing compared to the ones Jubilee had in mind. They make this look like something a nun would wear,” Marie answered, her grin turning into a soft smile.
“Yeah know ki…Marie,” he quickly recovered, as he walked towards her, “you have no idea what goes on in a…”
“That’s the whole point,” Marie interrupted, knowing this conversation was bound to happen.
“What’s the matter, don’t you trust me?” she asked in a seriousness that stopped Logan in his tracks. If there was anyone in this world that knew how much he trusted her, it was she. Knowing that she even had to question it after all these years, only frustrated him even more.

“I trust yeah, I just don’t trust the other assholes out there!” he growled, “you’re too naïve and innocent for places like that Marie. You walk in there looking like…”
“Like what Logan?” Marie questioned defensively, crossing her arms.
“…Like that,” he answered, nodding his head and waving his arms in the air, “they’re gonna smell it off you and that’s exactly what they’re looking for!”
“I’m not as innocent as you think Logan!” Marie exclaimed, thinking back on the times she slept with Bobby, but quickly made sure that Logan didn’t have time to catch on by adding, “Christ, I have yeah in my head! How naïve and innocent can I possibly be?”

Logan clenched his eyes and a low growl formed in his throat, as he turned his head away from her. Everyone muscle in his body tightened, the second those words left her lips. It was his fault that he was in her head and felt guilty about it ever since it happened.

Earlier in the summer, he had made a mistake in thinking she was hurt, after she collapsed during a mission. His first reaction was to touch her and heal any injury he thought she might have had.

Even though it seemed like a good idea at the time, it turned out that she had just passed out from exhaustion and mild dehydration, due to an intense fight out in the baking sun with the Brotherhood. Granted she recovered instantly, but not without absorbing a good portion of his memories and thoughts. The professor and Jean tried to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but their assurance did nothing for him.

For days, he avoided Marie and everyone else, cursinmselmself for being so stupid and acting irrationally. The last thing he wanted was for her to possess his erratic, tortured memories and indecent thoughts. If that wasn’t bad enough on its own, the fact that his instincts proved wrong made it worse. It was the first time he ever had to question his instincts that had never failed him before.

He spent hours upon hours in the Danger Room, isolating himself from everyone for nearly two weeks, making certain he had his instincts down to perfection. Eventually he came around and went back to his old self, but it took a lot of grueling persistence from Marie to do it.

Marie saw the shame and guilt on his face and her heart sank. She knew how he felt about what happened, after he finally admitted it to her weeks later and she felt awful for mentioning it. She was only trying to make a point and didn’t mean it, in a hurtful way.

She sighed sorrowfully and stepped closer to him. Soothingly, she placed her hand on his chest, since the tank he wore kept her from touching him anywhere else and like always, he didn’t flinch. She felt his heart begin to pound the instant she touched him and grinned. The heat radiating from his body engulfed her and she shivered.

Hesitating with her initial response, she closed her eyes, savoring their close proximity that had sparked her arousal. Her body trembled and her sex throbbed. She wanted him so badly right now and cursed her mutation that kept her from him. All she wanted was to finally be able to feel Logan’s hands roaming freely over her naked body, exploring every inch of her.

As the image ran through her mind, she unknowingly trailed her fingertips down his chest. She loved the feel of solid muscle against her fingers and loved how his stomach quivered the further she went.

Subconsciously, Marie moaned softly and the lustful sound snapped Logan back to reality. His eyes quickly locked onto her, as he quickly tried to comprehend what she was doing. Everything happened so fast, he was shocked he hadn’t noticed it the second he felt her fingers edging painfully close to the waistband of his jeans.

‘Shit! This can’t be happening. But Christ, she smells so good,’ he thought, as he deeply inhaled her sweet intoxicating scent. ‘No! It’s not right! She’s not some random chick you can have a quick fuck with; it’s Marie for Christ’s sake! An untouchable Marie for that matter,’ his mind fought back.

What felt like minutes slowly ticking away, from the time she touched him to the raging battle in his head, it had only been a few mere seconds. Once her actions fully registered, he knew what he had to do.

Logan gently grabbed her wrist and unwillingly stepped back. Marie opened her eyes and looked up at Logan. Both stood there silently, with a look of surprise mixed with want and passion.

“Marie…don’t,” Logan said in a whisper, his voice raspy and shaky.
“I know you promised to protect me and you’ve done that…and more,” she began softly, “but I’m not that fifteen year old girl anymore Logan. You say you trust me…so prove it.”

Logan’s eyes widened and he found his breathing had seized once again. ‘Does she mean what I think she means? Where the hell is she going with this?’ he thought frantically. It was one thing to smell the affect he had on her, but it was another to have her come right out and say it. It would be like showing a little kid his favorite treat and then saying he couldn’t have it.

“You’re not the only one who’s scared of me growing up. I need to know I can do this, without you there to pick up the pieces,” she continued, “I need you to promise that you’ll tone down this over protective thing and let me live my life and make my own decisions. Can you do that…for me?”

Logan sighed, relieved that she hadn’t meant what he thought she did. As much as he wanted to hear her say how much she wanted him, he was glad that she didn’t. To him, it was like the old saying; hear no evil, see no evil, do no evil. At least this way, the truth could remain hidden, keeping either of them from getting hurt, but this was no better.
He promised to protect her and he was good at it, damn good. Now she was asking him to change that and he didn’t know how to react.

He knew she was right and that she needed her own space. How else would she know if she could handle something, if he’s always there to do it for her? Even though there was a huge part of him that wanted her to be the woman she really is there was still that smaller part that wanted to keep her as his little Marie.

‘My little Marie?’ he questioned himself. ‘Damn it! There I go again saying she’s mine, when she’s not! Pull your shit together asshole and stop thinking she is,’ he scolded himself.

“Logan?”

Logan snapped out of his endless self-criticizing thought and stared at her for a moment. He didn’t want to agree, but nodded his acceptance of this new promise and Marie smiled. He loved seeing her happy, especially when it was him who made her happy. Even if the result meant him being miserable, he’d still have it no other way.

“Thank you…now if you’ll excuse me sugah, I have a birthday to celebrate.”

Marie gave Logan a quick peck on the cheek, pulled away from his grip and then scurried off to meet Kitty and Jubilee. Logan on the other hand, headed straight for the Danger Room. If he was ever going to survive Marie’s first night of being a true woman capable of just about anything, he’d have to keep his mind occupied, and what better way to do that, than to beat the crap out of something.