To Catch a Fox

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I do not own the X Men or the fictional universe they live in. This is a work of fan fiction. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and yours. I am making no money from this.

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Warnings: More sex. Things get a little more intense.

Chapter Six: The Fox

Remy awoke stiff and sore as the barest hint of sun began to filter through the cabin’s small windows. The fire in the stove had burned down to coals and he could hear his companions’ soft snoring. He blinked at the dim light, wondering just what had awakened him.

Then he knew…She was coming. He tugged at his rumpled clothes and rose from the tangle of blankets. His heart was thumping in his chest and he was tempted to flee. Where, he had no idea. Even from a distance he could feel chaotic storm of emotions. This wasn’t the shy girl from the spring…This was something so primitive and primal that it threatened to overwhelm him before he even saw her face.

“Logan!” He was in a near panic as he nudged the sleeping man’s shoulder. “She coming!”

“Whaddaya want Gumbo?” Logan growled at him, surprised to see the normally slow to wake Cajun up and about so early.

“She coming…Can feel her…So strong…”

“This here’s her place, boy. Of course she’s coming.” Logan scowled in annoyance at the Cajun. His stomach was rumbling and damned if he didn’t want a smoke.

“You not understandin’ what Remy sayin’, mon ami. She not gon’ like all you here wit’ me.” He whispered urgently, glancing at the door.

“Hmph…Got yer meaning. There’s a bedroom just down that hall.” Logan jabbed a thumb in that direction. “It’s hers. Just keep her attention on ya. Oughta be all right.” He raised an eyebrow at the Cajun’s unusual demeanor. “Think ya can handle that?”

“Oui.”

There was a small noise outside the door and Remy was now standing stock still, red eyes fixed on it. Logan grunted as he rose and moved to stand beside the door. It creaked and cold air poured across the floor as it opened.

The girl slipped inside silently, flakes of snow drifting from her hair and clothing. Her golden brown eyes lit on Remy as she stepped forward. She startled as Logan pushed the door closed behind her. She shot him a hostile glare and growled.

Remy reeled under the combination of territorial aggression and lust. He licked his lips and fumbled to form words.

“Good morning, cher.”

She turned her eyes back to him and advanced on him purposefully. She was reaching for him, taking his face in her hands and pulling him down for a fierce kiss. She smelled of leaves and wind and snow and the tang of something else that might be blood. Her hands moved across his chest, pulling at his shirt buttons as her teeth nipped at his lips and chin.

He found himself acting without conscious thought. He kissed her back roughly, his hands slipping beneath her furs, reaching for the soft skin underneath. He could feel how strongly she wanted him, needed him…He wanted her so badly he was ready to throw her to the floor and take her right there. But they weren’t alone. Logan cleared his throat loudly.

“Taker her in the back, Gumbo. First door on the left.”

The girl growled and began to pull away at the sound of Logan’s voice, anger spiking through her lust. Remy pulled her back to him with a bruising kiss. She moaned and molded her small body to his. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, carrying her away from the others towards the darkness of the tunnel. He set her down at its mouth and now she was tugging him into the darkness. He pulled a card from his pocket and charged it to light the way. He followed her down the hall and through the curtained doorway.

The bedroom was dimly lit by a tiny window set high in the wall, the crude furnishings little more than shadows. Remy took no time to look around. Her desire was overwhelming his senses and his own arousal was almost painful. He grabbed her slim body and shoved her toward the bed, following her quickly. He pressed his full weight down on her as he kissed her hard. She growled and writhed beneath him, her hands sliding beneath his shirt.

“Get dem clothes off.” He muttered impatiently.

He rolled away from her to stand beside the bed and strip his own off, hardly feeling the cold. She hesitated for just a moment, then began to undress quickly, her snowy garments falling to the floor beside the bed. Her hair shone pale and white in the dim light and her eyes were lost in shadow.

“Remy…” Her voice was choked with desire, though he felt a thin thread of fear coiling through her. He reached for her, barely aware of anything other than their mutual need.

Hot hungry kisses, her hands clutched and clawed at him as she pressed herself against him. His blood was pounding in his ears. He covered her body with his own, driving himself into her with no thought of her comfort or inexperience. He thrust hard, the crude bed shaking beneath them and her cries were reduced to growls and muffled grunts as she struggled to meet his violent rhythm. He felt the sudden explosion of pleasure that signaled her release and it only fueled his desire. He wrapped his arms around her tiny body for greater purchase, holding her with almost crushing force.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he was shocked by the violence of their lovemaking, unable to control his own reactions. Even as his teeth sought the flesh of her neck, he still felt her fear beneath it all. But, there was no slowing, no stopping of this primitive meeting of bodies. Soon his climax was rushing towards him. His body seemed to move of its own will as he buried himself even deeper inside her and he came with groan.

As he lay panting on top of her, his head began to clear a little. He looked down at her and for the moment, it was Kit in his arms. The frightened look on her face cooled his heat further and he rolled off of her quickly. The fear and confusion now outweighed the partially sated desire within her. Sensing this, he pulled her against him into a careful embrace.

“Did I hurt you, little fox?” He brushed his lips against her forehead.

“I…Oh God…That…it wasn’t me…” Her voice cracked and the fear grew.

“Shh…Remy here wit’ you.” He held her carefully, stroking her hair. “Remy don’ mean to scare you. Dat not him either, cher.” The lust was still there, slowly growing again. He was trying to buy time, holding onto Kit for as long as possible.

“You…I don’t think it should affect you…just me…” Her voice wavered with uncertainty.

“Remy feel what you feel, part o’ his power. You feel it strong, so do he.”

“Oh God…I’m sorry…” She buried her face against his chest. “I didn’t know.”

“Shh…It was Remy’s mischief dat put him here. And dis not such a bad place to be.” He pulled her face up so that he could meet her gaze. “Remy want you from de beginning, else he don make such a flirt of hisself.”

Then he began to kiss her again, slowly and carefully. The part of her that was the fox wouldn’t be denied much longer…He struggled to hang onto his sense of self as the lust rose again her, wild and merciless. He forced himself to move slowly, to curb his aggressive response to her caresses. He resorted to using his charm to squash her fears, there had been no time to build the trust she needed.

She’d already admitted it. This was supposed to be someone else. Someone she trusted. Someone she knew. Someone human. His charm could make her forget that for now. But there would be consequences later. There always was when he used his charm to take shortcuts.

But it was hard to think of that with her warm body next to his. Her hungry mouth nipped and sucked at his neck. Her small breasts were crushed against his chest and her belly pressed against his erection. He was drowning in her need and his own body was adding its demands to hers. He moaned and rolled onto his back pulling her with him.

She growled low in her throat and shifted to straddle him. He grabbed her waist and guided her movements as she pressed herself down onto him. He held onto her hips firmly, controlling the rhythm as she began to rock against him, slowing her down. He struggled for control, unable to shield himself from her powerful emotions.

Her expression was intense, almost angry and she growled with frustration at the pace he set for her. Her fingers roved across his chest, scratching at his ribs and pinching at his nipples. He set his fingers to working her clit, sending new sensations through her body and she gasped, losing her rhythm. This let him take control and he began to mercilessly drive her to a climax with his fingers while he tried to hold back his own.

She came with a grunt of surprise and was pliant and unresisting for a moment. He pressed the advantage and continued to work her, hoping to sate the lust this time. Twice more he brought her to climax before he could hold out no longer, holding her tight against him as he exploded within her. He reached for her mind and sent his own pleasure echoing through her and felt her stiffen. She cried out wordlessly in surprise.

She was shivering now and he pulled her down to rest against his chest. He pushed a few strands of pale hair back from her face and kissed her gently. She was Kit again and her lust was quickly being replaced by fatigue and nervous confusion. He rolled her to the side and reached to pull the rumpled blankets over them both. He was still sleepy, having risen far earlier than he was used to.

“Remy?” Her eyes were full of questions and he felt the whisper of fear behind her nervousness.

“We sleep now, little fox. Dis Cajun be tired and you been going all day an’ night.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Dere noting to be sorry for, cher. Remy want an adventure, he get one, hmm?”

He pulled her closer tucking her head under his chin. He rubbed his chin across her hair and stroked her back with soothing, carefully platonic caresses. He was exhausted too, and needed rest before dealing with the fox’s demands again. He pressed on her mind once more with his charm, magnifying her fatigue with echoes of his own. Soon he felt her relax and heard her breathing slow as she fell asleep.

He pulled the blankets more tightly around them both and yawned. Then he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.


Logan snorted to himself as he watched the Cajun being dragged into the darkness. The boy had been in a near panic and it was just too damned funny to see him fumbling like that. His smile faded as he realized that if the daughter was in such a state already, it was likely her mother was out there somewhere getting more and more impatient.

He hurried about his business, stoking the fire, putting together a simple meal that could stay warm on the stove. By the time he’d eaten his breakfast, Scott had begun to stir.

“Gumbo’s in the back with the girl. Best leave ‘em alone.” Logan answered the man’s question before he could speak. “Going out fer a while.”

“Where?” Scott rose slowly, scrubbing fingers through the stubble on his chin.

“Out. You and Jeannie oughta stay close to the cabin.”

“I don’t like you running off, Logan.”

“Can’t stay here…Not with her like that.” Logan nodded towards the bedroom.

“Like what?”

“You’ll see…” He put aside his empty plate and began to pull on his boots.

“Logan…” Scott was fully awake now and scowling behind his red glasses.

“Can’t stay. I’d end up gutting the boy just ta get at her.” He stood and stomped his feet to settle his boots and reached for his parka. He grabbed his pack and headed for the door.

“When are you coming back?”

“Don’t wait up.” Logan called over his shoulder as he headed out the door. He heard Scott cursing behind him as he pulled the door shut. He took a deep breath of the cold clear air and shouldered his pack with a smile. He thought he caught a familiar scent on the wind and set off into the trees.

The cold didn’t bother him much and it felt good to be out here. Twice he found fresh scent marks that he recognized as Kit. He also found a few bits of fur and bone that told him she had made a kill last night. The phantom scent was growing stronger as he passed further into the forest.

Soon he reached the border of Kit’s territory, and he circled its edges. He found several marked trees like they’d seen before and more scent markings. He picked up Winter Moon’s trail to the west of the cabin and began to follow it. Now and then he heard the eerie call of a fox in the distance and he thought it must be her.

He found another marked tree and this one held her scent, strong and fresh. He rested against it for a moment and pulled out a cigar and lit it. He studied the forest around him as he puffed on it thoughtfully.

A flicker of white on white from the corner of his eye caught his attention. He didn’t turn his head, pretending he didn’t see it. Another flicker a little more toward the right and closer. He smiled to himself as he continued to savor his stogie. Might as well, he had been able to bring only so many.

When his cigar had burned halfway down, he extinguished it regretfully, saving the other half for another day. By now the creature he’d been watching covertly was less than a dozen yards away, crouched in the underbrush. As the smoke from his cigar began to blow away on the wind, he could smell her intoxicating scent.

“Winter Moon.”

He spoke and took a step toward her hiding place. The fox rose and slipped deeper into the trees. He followed slowly at first, then moved faster as she did, her shape a flicker of white amongst the trees. Every so often the fox would pause and turn to look at him before bolting again. He broke into a ground eating trot to keep up with her and was rewarded with a glimpse of her human form and the sound of her silvery laughter.

Now her boots made marks in the snow that he could follow easily though she remained just yards out of reach. Her pale hair flashed in the sunlight as she glanced over her shoulder to see if he still followed. He was beginning to tire of the game and growled, pushing himself faster. His burst of speed closed the distance and he caught the edge of her furred cloak in his fingers, startling her into a gasp.

His tugging at her clothes caused her to slow and she turned to him. Her eyes widened as she took in his feral grin. He reached for her. Her scent filled his senses, calling to his animal nature. His blood was boiling with desire and he pulled her to him roughly for a savage kiss. She returned his kiss hungrily, clinging to him. Then she pushed him away firmly, eliciting a growl of frustration from him.

“Not here Logan. My den is not far.” She tugged at his parka. He grabbed her wrist and held her still for a moment.

“No more games.”

“No more games…Come.” She laughed her silvery laugh again and touched his face lightly before pulling him along behind her. He was vaguely aware of the scent of wood smoke on the air.

He followed her as she led him through the trees. Every so often she turned her gaze on him and he felt its heat. Her scent seemed to wrap around him, tugging on his senses just as tangibly as her hand in his. It wasn’t long before they reached her den, the entrance a hole in the side of a hill, low enough that he had to crouch to enter. Once inside, the floor sloped away until he could stand comfortably and the interior was dimly lit by the fire in the center of the chamber.

A low platform to one side was piled high with furs. She was tugging him toward it insistently. He dropped his pack near the entrance and followed her. Her scent was thick here, filling the chamber. His head swam with it.

“Winter Moon…” She pulled him down onto the furs, fingers unfastening his clothes as his mouth sought hers again. She opened her mouth to him eagerly even as she was sliding his parka off his shoulders.

“Lemme do that.” He pulled away from her long enough to shuck his clothes. He heard her low chuckle and looked up to see her pulling her tunic over her head. Her skin was like flawless bronze. The flickering firelight gilded its smooth curves. In the dim light she didn’t look much older than Kit. Certainly not old enough to be the girl’s mother.

But this was no child frightened of the urges she was feeling…She met his gaze boldly as she continued to strip, her lips curled in a small smile. Her slitted eyes roved over his body as he bared his skin. He could smell her arousal on the air and when she beckoned to him he didn’t hesitate to take her into his arms.

He was already hard and pulsing when her hand reached for him. He growled into her mouth as her fingers tightened around him, stroking roughly. Her other hand was fisted in his hair and her teeth scraped his tongue and lips as they kissed, further inflaming his passion. He pushed her back with real effort. For someone so small, she had a hell of a grip.

“Slow down, don’t wanna hurt ya.” He panted, pulling her hand loose from his hair. She laughed that silvery laugh again.

“Now you play games with me…” She swarmed against him, hand still stroking him, her mouth sucking at the hollow of his neck. “Take me, Logan.”