The Queen of Wands

A/N: Logan gets to see what Remy got with the girls...Just a small chapter.
Feedback is very much craved.

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The throb of "Riders on the Storm", echoed through the garage, as Logan worked on the bikes. He was giving a tune up and making a few adjustments, to help Remy handle the machine in his new form.

He hummed along to the music, he pondered things, absently. He found he did his best thinking when he wasn't trying to think at all.

He knew this was going to take time. He knew, from what Charles had said, that it would be a while before they could get Remy switched back. If they could at all.

There had been much theorizing and suggesting, but they really didn't have a hard solution. Logan felt he could handle having his lover this way. It wasn't that he preferred one way or the other. He loved Remy, that was all that mattered.

He knew the boy was terrified of what could happen to him in this body. He was more than a little worried himself, for different reasons.

He worried that Remy would be hurt, injured in a fight.

That Sinister, the dirty bastard, might get wind of the change and abduct the thief, again.

He worried, that their various and sundry enemies, might exploit Remy and lash out at the team.

He puffed on the cigar in his teeth while he polished and tightened. He was trying to not think about the other part of the matter. That thing Remy feared.

His heart fluttered a little. The idea had a pull on him. He wouldn't have considered the idea if it hadn't been thrust into his life.

He could admit, to himself, that it would be wonderful, treasured and terrifying.

He set down the tools and leaned back on his heels. Drawing the stub from his lips, he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

His love for the Cajun was the most grounded and solid love he had ever felt in his life.

Oh, there was passion and fire and plenty of loud knock down drag outs. But in the heart, the core, of what they had, it was peaceful and safe.

Remy quieted the beast, he set the pain free, filled the feral with love and acceptance.

To have a child created from that love, that would be something truly precious.

Sighing, he stubbed out his smoke and wiped his hands on a rag. The CD had stopped and the sound of female chatter filled the garage. Logan sniffed, Kitty and Rogue.

The girls came in and sought out their bicycles. They were dressed in shorts and bathing suits, indicating to Logan, they were heading down to the lake.

"Hey, Kitty, When did you get back?" Logan called out, making both girls yelp and turn around wide eyed.

"Logan! Ah Swear ya jus skeerd ten years offa mah life!" Rogue snapped and frowned at him. Kitty giggled and bumped her shoulder into the younger girl's.

"Yeah, we got back about forty-five minutes ago. I think Remy went up to put away his purchases." she said with a smile. "I believe you will like what we found." she winked and then climbed on her bike. The two peddled out of the garage and off across the grounds.

Logan tossed the rag down and got to his feet. Remy had not come looking for him, the shopping trip must have been rough on his Cajun.

Chuckling to himself, he walked into the house and stopped to wash his hands in the mud room.

He wandered through the mansion, passing others and returning greetings. Climbing the stairs to the third floor, he made his way to their corner suite.

Pushing open the door, he looked around and gave a low whistle. It looked like a mall had exploded in their rooms.

On the small sofa and coffee table and chairs, were bags and boxes and tissue paper. Plastic wrappers crumpled into balls scattered on the floor.

He followed the trail of removed price tags into the bedroom.

On the trunk at the foot of their bed were three neat piles. One was a stack of blue and black jeans. Another was a stack of jewel colored tee shirts. The final was a stack of black and white cotton underwear.

On the bed, a pile laid out to be hung up. More flashy things. Silky things, black and red and purples fettered heavy.

On the floor next to the closet was a stack of shoe boxes. His keen eyes caught the garment bag hanging on the door.

He could hear the sounds of water splashing, awkward thumping and assumed his lover was bathing.

Curious to see what the big bag was holding he crossed floor silently. Logan unzipped the bag and pushed the sides away, to reveal a long mahogany colored trench coat. Much like the one Remy normally wore, except this one was tailored to a smaller, more curved, body.

He stepped back and imagined Remy wearing it. His teeth shown in a wide grin. The feral rubbed his chin as he turned toward the bathroom door.

He had been thinking about their shower all day. The new aspect of Remy's female body, agitated the beast inside. He wanted to keep the Cajun at his side. within reach, within sight. The urge to mount his lover came over him, just about every time he thought of Remy.

Just as he was reaching for the door nob, the door flew open, a very wet and irritated Remy walked out. The Cajun was naked and his long shapely legs were peppered with little bits of white tissue.

"Hey Baby." Logan said his brows quirking, "What happened to you?" he asked as Remy made a face and marched to the bed. Rubbing at the pale skin with a towel, Remy groaned.

"Does crazy dames convinced Remy dat he need to shave his legs." The thief bitched and sat on the bed with a humph. "How de hell do women do dis all de time?" he asked and waved a hand at the very nicked legs.

Logan smothered a chuckle and moved to stand before his cranky lover. He threaded his fingers into the wet strands of copper hair.

"How bad was it?" he asked and caressed the Cajun's head with affection. Remy sighed and laid back on the bed. Unconscious, for once, of his nude female body.

"Dey dragged me in every store and made me try on all dis stuff. It was hell." he replied and then pointed to the open garment bag. "Dat is a beauty doe." he said, smiling slightly. Logan's eyes never left the slopes and valleys of his lover's body.

"Yeah, sure is." he answered and moved to rest his knees on the bed. He bracketed Remy's legs with his own and leaned down over the reclining empath.

"Never seen anthin' more beautiful." he murmured and pressed a soft kiss to the full lips. Remy gave a little sigh into the kiss and looped his hands around Logan's neck.

"You are trying t'get laid." Remy said with an arched brow and crooked smirk. Logan leaned back slightly and shrugged his shoulder.

"So? What's wrong with that?" he asked and slipped his hands under the slightly damp back. "I've been thinkin' about lickin ya all day." he said in a low husky tone. Remy shivered and licked his lips.

"Oh, dat so?" the Cajun purred and lifted one long leg, to press his knee against Logan's crotch. "Just tinking bout lickin' me?' the thief whispered, leaning up to nip at the feral's bottom lip. Logan growled deep and took the theif's mouth in a hard kiss.

They nipped, kissed and licked into each other's mouths with abandon, for several long minutes. Finally breaking for air, Logan lifted his head and looked at the pretty Cajun's flushed face.

"Let's see what ya got, Gumbo. Gimmie a good show." he taunted, with a twinkle in his blue eyes. Remy blushed prettily and then licked his lips, to gather the lingering taste of Logan from them.

"Bebe wants a show, he get a show." Remy purred and pushed at Logan to move.

He slithered from under the feral and sauntered across the room, with a flip of hair. Logan laughed at the stereotypical female action and then leaned back on the bed. He tucked his arms behind his head and wiggled his brows at his lover.

Remy walked to the trunk and picked up a tee shirt. Logan made a growling sound.

"No, not that stuff." he said and Remy smirked at him. "The silky flashy stuff ya got piled on the bed." Logan nodded toward the stack on the other side of the bed. Remy gave a soft chuckle and made his way to the garments. He collected what he needed before slipping back into the bathroom.

The first few outfits got good reviews from Logan. But nothing made his blue eyes grow wide like the tight black pants and silky camie, Jean had picked out.

The feral leaned up when Remy came out in it. His low rumbling chest let the Cajun know, just how much, his lover liked the clothing.

Walking in a swaying circle, Remy played it up. He posed with a hand on one jutting hip. Turned in a circle shimmying and licking his lips. He gave a wicked smile and crawled up the length of his lover's body. The breathy Cajun teased the feral with soft kisses and almost touching bodies. Remy pressed his plush lips to Logan's ear.

"De last outfit I got, I am gonna wear when you take me out." he said, nipping the soft lobe with his teeth. "So, get your ass up cuz we going out." Remy gave the man a knowing look and then pulled back from the bed.

Logan's brows beetled and he scratched at his sideburn with one hand, while he adjusted his hard on, with the other.

"Don't ya wanna stay in, Rems?" he asked, his voice lilting just a little with his arousal. Remy gathered up some things and shook his copper head.

"Non. Get dressed, dis Cajun wants drinks and dancing." he said and slipped into the bathroom. The door shut with a snap and Logan flopped back on the bed.

Remy was catching on, far too fast, to the use of feminine wiles. Groaning as he got up, Logan made his way to the closet and got some clean clothing out.

Knowing his lover was up to something, he gave the thief the space to do so. Calling out that he was going to grab a shower in the gym, Logan trotted out and whistled to himself.

He had on hell of a hot date tonight. Maybe this could be more fun than he originally thought. He was surprised to find, he was looking forward to taking his Cajun out and showing off.

Remy struggled to get the outfit to look right. Needing Jean to help with the lacing, he waffled back and forth before sticking with the very short skirt.

The stockings were a bitch to get the seam in the back straight. He was glad, however, for his foray into shaving, made the stockings go on easy.

Tousling the long red tresses, Remy looked in the mirror. He could see that without the make up his face, while beautiful, wasn't as powerful in the strong clothing.

He gave in and called Storm, to help with the make up. They whispered and chuckled in the small bathroom. When Ororo was finished, Remy liked what he saw. Smoothing down his skirt, the boy took a deep breath.

"Tanks, Stormy. Want dis to be special, me." he said softly and she smiled. Leaning in to place a soft kiss on Remy's cheek, the Weather Witch took her leave.

Remy gathered his courage when he heard Storm greet Logan on her way out. He waited until he heard the sound of the door closing, before moving to step from the bathroom. Logan was at the dresser, putting on his watch. He caught the reflection of Remy's entrance in the mirror.

All the air left Logan's lungs and he turned slowly around. His blue eyes bugged and his pulse spiked. The energy between them all but crackled in the air. Logan's gaze moved up and down the long lean form.

Remy was standing in the doorway, back lit by the light from the bathroom. The red and black corset was cinched tight, drawing the tiny waist in. The short skirt hovered at mid thigh. The small slit allowing a peek of the tops of the stockings and the garter belt. The lush leather boots wrapped the toned calves.

Logan moved slowly across the room, to get a closer look at the outfit Remy had put on, just for him. His hands itched to touch, to paw, to covet, the luscious Cajun.

"Ya look.....Damn Baby...." Logan rambled and licked his lips repeatedly. His eyes came up to lock with Remy's. "Wait, ya think I'm gonna let ya out in that?" he asked, his possessive nature rearing it's head. Remy gave the feral an arched look.

"Since when do you tell dis teef what he can an can't wear?" he asked and put his fists on his hips. The effect was more arousing to Logan.

"Since ya started dressing like sex on a stick." he quipped back. Remy gave him a withering look.

"You betta not be telling dis Cajun what to wear." Remy said and turned to walked to the closet. He took down the trench coat. Slipping it on, he liked the weight of it. Remy, now more graceful in the female body, moved to the bed table. Taking a second to transfer all the things he normally kept in his trench, into the new one. He had to forgo a few things.

"Have to put de extra pockets in dis one." he mused and turned to find Logan still staring. "Cher, mean it. We going out. So, deal wit it." he sassed and then crossed to take Logan's hand. The feral frowned but realized he wasn't going to win this one.

"If any jackass puts his hands on ya, I aint' responsible for my reaction." Logan groused, as he went down to the garage.

TBC...