Lust and Cookies

Wolverine woke up, finding himself lying on the chair beside the lake once more, only this time Dave was lying on the chair next to him.

This time, for once, he was not asleep. But he was reading something.
That something was the Financial Times.
Hey. That's weird.
If the kid was telling the truth about where he came from, then he must have no fortune to invest, right?
Then what's with the financial paper?
Logan got very suspicious. He thought that the closest call that Dave had to money was the ones his sister Zazelle got from the bank. That could explain him reading the Financial Times.
It coulso eso explain that Dave was in allegiance with his sister and this was a trap!
That explained why until now the kid was no actual help to finding Zazelle!
He was a traitor!

Logan, angered from the conclusion his trail of realisations led him, pulled out a claw and stabbed the newspaper.

"Hey! What wast fot for?", Dave screamed at Logan, but then stopped dead and started blushing.

Logan had a look at the paper.
Aaah. he thought, this is far more juicier than what he first believed.
The Financial Times was just a cover for the magazine hidden inside it, the one Dave was really reading.

The magazine named "Lesbian Bitchez XXX".

"Heey, never knew you fancied such stuff bub." Logan smirked at Dave, whose colour had by now changed to a pale yellow.

"It's not what you think, it's just-"

"You read those stuff for the articles?", Logan grinned.

"No-it's just-sentimental stuff."

"Huh?" he raised an eyebrow at the kid.

"See those two?", Dave told him e gre grabbed the offending magazine and pointed at a photo.

Logan saw two cute girls hugging each other before going into more intimate and naughty acts.

"Nice gals. You know them?"

"Damn right I do. The one in the right is Francine, the other is Hannah. They're both my ex-girlfriends", he said with an angsty look in his face.

Wolverine's surprised eyes grew bigger. "Holy shit! Wanna talk about it?"

"Nah. It's okay now. They're both much happier than they would ever be with me.» his eyes travelled down his own legs, to the ground.

"Well, let's talk about something else, then. Any news from your sister?"

"Look, I lied. I never got to have any steady clues about her whereabouts."

"No need to worry, bub. A girl like her won't stay on the background for long. Soon she will resurface and then you will be the one immune to her powers in here. You're not as useless as you felt you were."

"Hey, who said I felt useless-"

"Rogue couldn't stop talking about how cute you looked when you went all angsty on the roof."


"Shit"

"Yes, shit indeed. You need to get a grip, kid."

"Have I mentioned that I'm 22 years old, therefore an adult, so I don't like being called a kid?"

"Nope. Have I mentioned you that my healing factor makes *me* age really slow, so right now I'm much older than a century, therefore compared to me you're not just a kid, but a newborn?"

"Eh? Nope. Oh, whatever. Call me whatever you want...*old man*"the last two words were almost whispered from Dave.

"Watch it...*kid*."

They both burst into laughs.

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Bobby knocked on Paula's door. The corridor seemed deserted, so it was the perfect time for asking her out without someone seeing him there, realising what he wanted to do, and started teasing him all over again.

"You may come in», a bored, faint voice was heard behind the reinforced door.

Bobby opened up.

He had a look at the back side of the door, seeing no posters on it.

"Oh, nice, she's rather mature...",he thought.

He walked further, examining the room. Paula hadn't decorated it yet, therefore there was not anything of her personal touch mirrored in the room's plain simple decoration.

Paula was playing some game in the PC. She hadn't noticed who walked in and neither did she have the curiosity to have at least a look. Must have thought it was Rogue. Or Jubes.
Her head was almost into the screen, she seemed very into whatever she was playing.

Bobby managed to make out some colourful skeletons with Mexican accent in the screen.

"Well, you were-Bobby!", Paula almost shrieked when she finally turned around and paid some interest to her visitor. She almost fell off her chair, that's for sure.

"Hey. Paula." He gave her a warm smile. At least her reaction seemed to reveal some very intense interest to him.

"Shit, I wasn't warned! I would have wore my Wonderbra!", she thought, agitated. "Well, at least he came here. That must mean something".

"You seemed like you didn't expect me», was the rather risky and forward comment thate oue out of Bobby's mouth.

"I did. Just not now.» She flashed him a shy smile.

"Well, I thought, that, maybe you -you *would*like to go out for dinner with me some day, wouldn't you?"

"Why, yes, of course...Is that a date?"

"Damn right it is", he grinned in his old, charming way.

"Great." she smiled back at him. Whoa, the tension could be cut by a knife in here.

"We could go somewhere nice, like, an Italian restaurant, where after dinner we could try out every single dessert so that you would get to know more recipes for candy to crate, you know...improve your powers."

"Good way to ask someone out.’Improve your powers.' "she thought to herself.» What about tonight», she told him.

"You wanna go out tonight?", he said, a bit surprised that sweet Paula was taking priorities. "Well, anything you want, sweetheart."

"You don't have to call me by my codename in casike ike this."

"I never said it as a codename», he said, leaning closer to her .He then kissed her on the forehead quickly. Afterwards, he turned and walked to the door.

"I wiome ome and pick you up at 8.00, how about that?", he said while going to the door.

The kiss on her forehead sent chills down Paula's spine, and that had nothing to do with Iceman's "cool" abilities. Her spine answered back with intense heat. Way too much heat. The desire for the man turning his back at her overtook her.

Bobby felt something close to thatt tot too. He stopped and started to turn around, but then Paula grabbed him by the collar neck and kissed him fiercely, like a cheetah finishing off its prey.

He couldn't fight it back. The kiss was so hard that he couldn't even reciprocate. He passively accepted her mouth dominating his.

But it felt gooood.

So he parted his lips a bit more to make the kiss deeper and more passionate.

He tried to mumble something about going too fast, but the palms cupping his butt cheeks and scratching them through the cloth fabric made him surrender.

"Who am I to say no?", he thought. "Let alone that the irritating inner voice will pester me for ages if I dare chicken out on this".

Then Paula got off him (she had actually climbed on him, her feet around his waist),and stood on the floor.

"This is not right. Not like this.", she said, her head turning the other way, remorse on her eyes. Then she turned back at him, and a wicked gleam coloured her eye, almost making Bobby flinch.

"We need a bed for the proper action", she added, and pushed Bobby on her bed, his feet hanging off the edge.

Before a stupefied Bobby even had the time to grin, she hopped on the bed too, and pinned him down.

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Rogue neared the door to Paula's room, wanting to make sure if she was okay. Jubilee had told her that she was a bit out there that morning, and what was better than being comforted that had many more issues with her love life?

As she reached for the door handle and touched it, she took her hand off it and yelled "ouch!" in pain.

The door was frozen solid. The metallic ha was was twice more freezing than the rest of the door.

Weird.

She bent over to look through the keyhole (how unethical of her!), but it was covered with ice as the rest of the door. Chilly steam was emanating from the keyhole.
The door’s hinges were frozen on the case of the door too. Something wicked was happening in there...it iit involved Bobby.

Rogue looked around to see if anybody was watching, and as she made sure nobody was in the corridor she flashed a wicked grin.

Then she walked away, snickering. Jubilee would die to know about this.


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Zazelle got off the bed she used to share with her ex-thug and now sex slave Lance.

"What's wrong, miss?", he asked at unease, since he knew she never stopped until he wouldn't be able to reciprocate.

"It's about damned time", she said, putting her palms at each side of her head.

"Did you-"

"Yes. Target located. Call the guys, Lance...I'm going for flesh shopping."

A wickedly slutty smile was formed across her face.


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Ororo entered the laboratory where Hank had been working his ass off lately and found him reading the Scientists Bulletin.

"Any news in the amazing world of science, Hank?"

"Hank looked up from his newspaper in surprise, like he had been doing something he wasn't supposed to."

"Er-hello, Ororo. Nothing in particular has changed in the extracurricular world of science the last days, apparently."

Ororo could see that sweat had been forming on his forehead, even before she came in.

She locked her eyes on his, an inquiring look who was searching his eyes for the tiniest hint of lie.

"A-HA!" she exclaimed.

"But, Ororo, wha-"

She formed a pretty powerful wind towards the Scientists Bulletin that picked up the newspaper and lightly brought it on her hands.

had hadn't been reading the bulletin, but the magazine hidden inside the bulletin.

"Lesbian Bitchez XXX."

She shot him an evil look, which seemed to say" You read such stuff?"

"Ehm, Dave had it by his chair at the lake and I thought I could borrow it and inquire the tastes of young human males nowadays-"

"Yeah, right. Out of scientific interest. "She shot him a harsh look, suppressing her urge to laugh at h
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"Only that and that only", he added.

"Let's see your reaction and interest to where this magazine will end up, Mr.Scientist", Storm said, and by these words a light air picked the porn magazine up and it flied through the window, falling on the grass somewhere outside the mansion.

"No-but-"

"Get back at work, Hank." she said as she made her way out of the laboratory. Once out, she started giggling like crazy.

Outside, even the tiniest hint of a cloud disappeared form the sky.