Last Nerve

Disclaimer: I own none of the places or characters in this story.

Authors Note: Here’s another titillating tale involving my favorite leading X-man. I hope you enjoy reading it as much I did writing it. As always, reviews are happily welcomed and greatly appreciated. Enjoy!!

For years, Logan was in love with Jean, pursuing her and tempting her to be his, despite her loyalty to Scott. That was, until a few moments ago when Jean and Scott announced their engagement, declaring their devotion to each other. Everyone was thrilled by the happy couple’s news, except of course Logan. Although he did manage to show some sign of contentment, for the sake of Jean’s happiness, he was devastated.

Jean was the first woman he could remember ever being in love with. Unintentionally, she had opened him up to a world he never thought possible to exist for a guy like him. For the first time in his meaningless life, he felt a sense of purpose. She gave him a reason to stick around for more than a couple of months and helped him to call the school his home.

At times Logan swore that deep down Jean felt the same, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. It was a feeling that dared him to discover the truth and kept his hopes burning vividly, regardless of Scott. However, with a ring now weighing heavily on her tiny finger, his hope was crushed.

With her honest declaration for her love for Scott, Logan knew he couldn’t possibly continue with his ministrations. As much as he hated to admit it, he respected her dedication to Scott and to proceed in such a manor would be dishonorable. He may be many things, but one thing he wasn’t, was a home wrecker.

Logan stood in the shadows in the far corner of the living room, resting leisurely against the dark paneled wall. His arms were casually folded across his broad chest and an unlit cigar dangled from his loosely closed lips.

He watched with annoyance, as everyone rejoiced and congratulated Jean and Scott. If there was ever another time he loathed seeing them together, he couldn’t remember. Not that he didn’t want to see her happy, he did. He only wanted to be the one who made her that happy.

“Could it be? Could the savage beast known as Wolverine, be distraught by this joyous occasion?” Emma mocked quietly, as she snuck up behind him, sensing his uneasiness.

“Actually, it’s the stench of the overly used perfume y’re wearin’,” Logan retorted firmly, peering at her from the corners of his eyes, “whatcha do, bath in that shit?”

“Now there’s the heartless, crude bastard we’ve all grown to know,” Emma affirmed, as she shifted to stand beside him. Her crystal blue eyes raked over his intimidatingly muscular body, before fixing her gaze with his. She stared at him for a moment, unthreatened by his ruthless exterior then grinned. “For a moment there, I thought you were turning into a heartbroken, spineless puppy,” Emma implied coolly.

“Watch it blondie,” Logan growled defensively, “I have no problem showin’ you how savage I can really be. I’d easily tear you apart, if you continue to piss me off right now.”
“Careful Logan,” Emma paused, as she nonchalantly trailed her fingertips along his tensed forearm, “I just might like that.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed and his brow creased at her deliberate taunting. Aside from Scott, Emma was next in line to know exactly how to push Logan’s buttons. The two constantly butted heads, trading callous remarks after another.

Both were more than capable of snapping, but surprisingly it never came down to them brawling. While some of their teammates feared it would, others joked that the tension between them was far from resentful, but well desired. There was even a bet going around that they’d kill either each other before the year was out or thirst fully ravish each other.

Logan had to admit, that Emma’s insinuating gesture did peek more than his frustration. He was intrigued at how she expressed no fear towards him and found pleasure in testing his control. She was bold and daring, a combination he found greatly appealing, despite how annoying she could be. She was like that pesky fly that would never go away and he questioned if he even wanted her to at times.

Emma smiled wickedly to herself, satisfied by Logan’s irritated and aroused reaction. She knew playing such a game with a guy like him would be like playing Russian roulette, but she didn’t care.

As always, she took it one-step further. She narrowed her eyes seductively and then made a kissing motion in the air with her plush lips, before sauntering off. A low growl rumbled deep within Logan’s chest, as he glared at her. His lips curled around his cigar, while his teeth harshly bit into it.

She left him standing there, with his blood boiling, his dick throbbing and his strained muscles begging to relieve the stress she caused them. Not wanting to knock out the next poor shmuck to cross his path, he callously stalked out of the room.