Hexing

This is based on a dream I had quite a few months ago, back in early August or late July. All I remember is Wolverine stopping criminals, and Wanda showing up to torment him. Needless to say, it is set in the future. This is my first attempt at an adultfanfiction, it has taken me about a half hour or less to write the whole thing, and I bet the quality of that shows. It�s also hard to type one handed. Sprained wrist. Any pointers on how I can improve my writing? Constructive please.

There was a crash, followed by tinkling of broken shards of glass on the dark pavement. Excited whispers murmured in the dark, one male, and one female. Giggles and squeals emitted from the girl, while shushing sounds came from the guy.

"Do you want us to get caught? They could be anywhere." He said quietly, his hands tracing her breasts teasingly.

The girl halted her breathy giggles, and shifted her glance around the alley. "How do you know they aren't already here?" her question was followed by a moment of hushed silence, while signs of life sounded, far away to be sure... but still.

"We don't, Sally, so just shut your mouth."

"Excuse me!" she cried angrily, smacking his hands away, "I don't have to be quiet if I don't feel like it!" her voice got steadily louder, and more high pitched.

The guy, a high schooler by the name of Warren snapped, "Just shut up! The freaks could be anywhere. Lets just get in, do our business, and get out."

Sally opened her mouth in protest, but thought better of it as a motorcycle roared dangerously close by. "Fine, lets go."

After Warren had unlocked the door through the hole he had made in the glass window, they crept into the darkened school. It had an aura of eeriness about it, something about it made the hair on Sally's arms stick straight up as gooseflesh rippled across her.

She slanted a look at him, Warren had felt the wave of cold air, like the brush of a ghost passing by them as well. "Maybe," Sally began, "Maybe we shouldn't do this, after all, we could get caught!" her voice, although in a hushed whisper, squeaked at the end due to tension building in her.

"Maybe we shouldn't do a lot of things." He replied, kneeling in front of rows of lockers, sliding his back pack to the ground. "But we still do them." He unzipped the bag and extracted cans of spray paint. He shook one, then tossed it to Sally, who, as a reflex shot out her arms to catch it, but completely missed. Sally wasn't the most coordinated girl on the planet.

The can crashed to the linoleum flooring, and spun out of control, it slid far down the hall, causing a wake of metallic screeching. Sally and Warren looked to each other with frightened eyes, and suddenly, Sally felt the desperate need to take a bathroom break.

They both looked back at the can when they heard a motorcycle scream to a halt outside the broken into door down in the alley. They scrambled to their feet as they heard foot steps scrape across the fragments of glass. Better hide.

Sally and Warren hurried down the hall, trying each door as they passed, to see if it was unlocked. Unfortunately, they had headed into the Science wing, and most doors were kept locked due to student projects. Sally's hand closed around a cool metal doorknob, this was the last door to try, the class before the wall, and huge glass windows. Fear crunched in her gut as she flexed her hand on the doorknob, and slowly turned it. With a spring, the door shot open and they were inside in seconds. Warren closed the door as quietly as he could behind them. The two vandals hurried over to the teacher's desk to crouch behind it.

"This is all your fault," Sally accused.

"What?" Warren was startled. "If you had caught that stupid cannister, we wouldn't be hiding out behind this freaking desk!" he forgot to lower his voice, and winced, then softened his tone, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged you into this, I should have just sprayed the mutant's lockers by myself."

Sally's hand crept up his chest, her fingers smoothing his collarbone, "That's alright, I just wanted to be with you. You know," she looked up at the desk and smiled, "I always wanted to do it on the teachers desk."

Warren's gaze followed the path hers had taken, and he grinned slowly, seeing the humor. His eyes floated back to Sally's, to see them centered on his with no trace of laughter in her brown depths.

"You, you're uh, actually serious?" Warren stammered.

"Of course," she edged closer, letting the hand that lay on his chest slide downward, creeping past his navel to gently play with the button that did his jeans up. His breathing quickened as she allowed her fingers to slide down the inside his waistband, her fingers pressing against the sparse hair that grew there. "I need you." She licked her lips and looked at him anxiously.

With a helpless gesture, Warren seized Sally's head in his hands and crushed his lips to hers. But before anything could travel any farther, footsteps suddenly scraped outside the door. They hastened to their feet, and Warren touched the back pocket of his jeans where his wallet was, another time.

The figure of a large man illuminated in the smoky glass and his fists raised into view. Cold, and deadly claws unsheathed from their seats. At first, both the frightened humans thought the man was holding knives, before the memory of a creature similar surf in in their memory banks.

He kicked the door open, and it crashed against the wall, plaster and broken glass littered the ground. The mutant snarls and jumps at them, swiping with adamantium death. The humans let loose a bloodcurdling scream before fleeing through the now open door.

Logan chuckled then sheathed his claws again. Cracking his neck, he turns toward the door, preparing to walk away when something stops him. He lifts his head and sniffs the air around him. His keen sense of smell had led him to the humans, as well as his hearing, but now, he smelt another scent. A heady, exotic aroma. Female, mutant, and fleetingly familiar. His claws immediately sprang from hiding in their sheath of flesh.

He growled and swung to the window on the opposite side of the room. It was mandatory in the science wing to have fire escapes, because who knew what could explode. Silhouetted behind the gleaming glass was a woman. She pulled her lips back in somewhat of a savage grin as she reached up with her hands to grip the window frame. With a powerful thrust, she kicked her feet through the window, letting her body follow the newly created hole. She landed on her combat booted feet with shards of glass raining from her raven black hair.

"You," he rasped, bracing himself.

Her hazel eyes narrowed, and her lips pulled back in a sneer, "That's right, its me." Glass ceased to fall from her hair as she shook it, a flash of scarlet was a beacon from underneath the layers of black. She wore a crimson one suit outfit, the top looking like a corset, her well endowed chest almost spilling over the cups, and the pants, thicker and darker, and ripped. She wore a long trench coat as well.

"Why are you here, Wanda?"

"Because I followed you." She stepped forward, and Logan took a step back. She threw her head back and led, ed, "Why are you denying it? You feel this... tension as well as I do."

"I don't rob cradles, little girl. Even if you are as easy as apple pie." He muttered.

Wanda's jaw clenched, and her eyes narrowed. The building shook, and flexed a bit. Misty blue energy began to radiate from her clenched fists. "I'll show you who's little and easy." Wanda charged him, but Logan quickly flipped out of the way.

"Damn you!" she yelled, and gestured to the desk, which shook in its place then suddenly sailed through the air, striking Logan right in his chest. With great force, the desk smashed him through the other window, where he hit the fire escape with a loud clang, and he sprawled on the metal flooring.

"I'm twenty three you bastard." She jumped through the window and landed on her feet, then twisted around to straddle Logan's waist. "I'm not easy either." Her hands pinned his arms to the metal landing, and she lowered her face to his, pressing a fleeting kiss to his parted lips, darting her tongue into his mouth then out quickly.

A lock of blue black hair fell across his brow, but she smoothed it away with a gentle hand. She let her breath mingle with his. This is very wrong, he thought, but Logan couldn't help but notice that the feel of her body against his, and the vision of cleavage in his eyes, was doing wondrous things to the lower part of his anatomy. His flesh lept with need, with want. His manhood stirred and hardened against Wanda's inner thigh.

"You want me, admit it." Wanda allowed her leg to slide between his thighs temptingly. "Tell me, old man, when was the last time you got laid, huh?"

Logan growled and suddenly turned the tables on her. He rolled and pinned her beneath him, parting his legs and clamping her into place between them, his hardness pressing into her belly. Wanda gasped, and made to wiggle from his strong grasp. This wasn't how she'd planned it, but her minuscule efforts to escape only heated his passion.

Logan's strong, thick fingers plowed through her scarlet and black dyed hair, pulling her head back, to expose her throat, and the creamy skin of her breasts. With one large hand, he caressed her breast and worked it from her shirt, it didn't hurt but rather, felt inexplicably good. He unlaced her shirt, and both of her breasts spilled into his hands. Wanda moaned, and felt her hands search for him.

Logan bent his head and flicked his tongue along her nipple, which hardened into a bud of pleasure. His mouth encircled her breast, his tongue playing maddening games, but also very addicting. She cried out in shocked pleasure as his mouth tugged at her nipple. His hands grazed her thighs with urgency and then he was tearing at the fly of his pants with savage energy.

Wanda helped Logan out of his jeans, drawing them longingly down his legs, the hair on his thighs brushing gently against her palms like curls of silk. She leaned over him, her breasts so full and white, teasing him with a view that couldn�t be described by words; while her hands stroked his thighs as her mouth sought him. He was a big boy. Her lips and tongue twisted a dangerous game around his hard length, and she felt him shake beneath her. Logan's hands reached for her head, gently holding her in place as he was driven further and further into oblivion. Waves of ecstasy billowed in his chest, then circled lower, as the pressure built in him. His heart beat hard against his chest, his breath hard and fast. Pleasure sparked in every part of Logan's body as he convulsed under Wanda's grasp, coming in her mouth.

She withdrew, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, her dark lipstick smearing --- both on him and her hand. Her smile was dark, her eyes shadowed as she re-tied her shirt back together. Logan's breathing was deep, and when she was done with her shirt, she placed a hand on either side of his head. His eyes had been closed, but now they flew open to look somewhat dazed into hers.

Her nose nuzzled his ear as she pressed a kiss to the indentation on his neck where the ear met his neck and she lingered, her tongue tracing a gentle, tantalizing spiral of desire which he didn't want to end. Her voice was husky as she spoke, her hazel eyes hooded, "Don't deny that you want me Logan, because I don't believe you."

She pushed herself off him, and flipped to her feet.

Logan's voice sounded almost normal, but was still laced with a pleasure he couldn�t deny, "I don't think I can deny it, after..." he gestured, "but I can say that it'll never happen again."

"Blah blah, yadda yadda," Wanda's tone was bored and she narrowed her eyebrows. "I don't believe you, you want it more now then you did before." She rubbed her lower abdomen, sliding her fingers against the material that shielded her warmth from the night, "Already I can see the signs," her gaze moved to his exposed manhood. Instead of shrinking in the cool air, it had risen high again, as hard and massive as ever. "Impressive, but then, you do have that fantastic healing factor."

Logan growled menacingly, and yanked his pants back up around his waist. While his gaze was diverted, Wanda leaped off the fire escape, landing nimbly on her feet, disappearing into the night. When Logan raised his head again, she was gone. His face was inscrutable, and he clenched his teeth, a muscle ticking against the five o'clock shadow of his cheek.

From the shadows of the high school grounds, another mutant watched with a furious, and undeniably morose look. With eyes brimming with unshed tears, he bunched his legs beneath him, and sprang over the wall, landing on the other side, and leaping with animal grace across the parking lot.