Fine Lines

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they're just my puppets.... mwahaha.


Fine Lines: Chapter 1

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Charles Xavier was a man of wisdom and intelligence. He had strong feelings towards mutant/human relations, and he spread his views to youngsters needing his help all over the globe. Unfortunately, an accident claimed his life five years ago, and his school was being kept running by his widow, Moira McTaggert-Xavier. She had her hands full with troubled teens needing help with their mutant abilities, and help joining the public and socializing in general.

Drumming her fingers impatiently on the mahogany desk top, Moira released a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her shoulder-length brown hair. When a knock came at the heavy door of the office, she hoped it was the students she'd been expecting to talk to, and silently wished that sometimes she had her former husband's telepathy. "Who is it?" she called out, her thick Scottish accent ever-apparent.

"It's Logan..." there was a pause and a bitter grunt. "An' Vic."

"Aye, c'mon in lads."

Entering the study was two young men around the age of nineteen. The first was a short, muscular boy with wild black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a stubbly chin. Following him was a much taller boy, equally muscular, but looking much larger because of his height. He had long, scraggly dirty-blonde hair, and glimmering cat-like golden eyes.

"'Ave a seat you two." Moira said firmly, gesturing toward the leather chairs set in front of her desk.

Logan sat heavily and crossed his arms over his chest, a scowl set upon his face seemingly etched in stone. He growled and shot a glare toward the other teen when he took a seat in the other chair.

"I've told ye both plenty o' times that there's te be no fightin' in this school!" Moira's voice was angry, reprimanding.

Victor frowned, his upper lip curling into a snarl as he glanced sideways at Logan and sneered.

Moira released a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes. These two boys gave her more headaches then anyone else at the school. "What was it this time?"

"This bastard's pickin' fights fer no Goddamn reason, an' I ain't gonna jus' let 'im push me around." Logan growled, still scowling and glaring at Victor.

"Language!" Moira scolded, shaking her head and turning to the other teen for his side of the story.

Victor just smirked. When he released the school's Headmaster was waiting for him to say something, he gladly put his two-cents in. "Fuckin' runt got in my way, so I shoved 'im. Ain't my fault the hairy little firebug's got a SHORT fuse." he said with a snarl trying to provoke Logan again as he wasn't just commenting on the smaller mutant's temper.

"How the fuck do YOU know what kinda fuse I got." Logan growled, rising slightly from his seat.

"Boys! ENOUGH!" Moira slammed her palms down on the desk and stood. She pointed at the teens. "Both of you are confined te the grounds for a week of probation. You've got extra training sessions with Beast from four a.m. to five-thirty every day until your punishment's through as well. And just keep clear from eachother!" she hollered, angered by the two stubborn teens before her.

Growling again, more loudly this time, Logan shot a menacing glare at Victor before stomping out of the office.

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Ororo leaned up against the wall in the hallway just outside her room as she watched her boyfriend striding with determination down the hall of the girl's dorms. She smiled faintly as he approached her. "I'm guessing things didn't go too well with Moira, huh?"

"No," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Me an' Creed are both on probabtion."

"Again?" she questioned, raising both eyebrows with brief amusement.

"Yeah, AGAIN." Logan's expression softened as he faced Ororo and planted both hands on the wall along either side of her head. His hot breath blew against her neck as he smirked faintly and leaned in closer.

Ororo feigned shyness and tilted her chin down a little as her cheeks slightly flushed. "So what did Victor say before you left the office that has got you so mad?" she questioned softly with a knowing smile. She could tell something had been said by the way Logan had been stalking angrily down the hall.

"Ah, he was jus' tryin' ta rile me up. Pickin' about my shortcomings." His face still hovered inches from Ororo's, and his blue eyes flicked downward with a smirk, noticing her doing the same.

"Well," she matched his smirk, her crystal blue eyes focused on her boyfriend's groin. "I for one know that you do not have anything 'short', where THAT is concerned." She hadn't quite seen his 'equipment' yet, but by the distinctively large bulge in Logan's sweatpants when she caught him sometimes looking at her in gym class, she knew he was most-likely above average size. Ororo's eyes flashed back to meet his, a suggestive glint shimmering in the icy orbs.

Logan leaned in closer and kissed the base of her neck as she arched her head back to him. "Mm," he moaned softly, kissing his way along her jawline hungrily.

"Logan," Ororo whispered, giggling softly as his stubble tickled her skin. "Not out here, someone might see.." she began, pressing her back further into the wall as his head lowered and his teeth grazed along her collarbone.

"Who the hell cares?" he whispered huskily. "Jeannie an' Scooter make out in the hall all the fuckin' time."

"Come on," Ororo whispered in return, moving one hand behind her toward the doorknob as Logan continued trailing kisses along her chest, not yet dipping down toward her cleavage that was just below the neckline of the tight lavender t-shirt she wore. "In here," she whispered, edging sideways along the wall and pushing her way into the door as it opened.

Logan smirked as he backed away from her slightly, closing the door after he entered the room and shutting it behind him. As Ororo's back was to him, he stalked toward her steathily, a desiring smile gracing his lips. He snaked both arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck.

"Hmm.." she moaned softly, arching her head back as he leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek from behind. Ororo bent her left arm behing their bodies, then firmly grasped Logan's ass with a playful snort of laughter.

"So that's how ya wanna play huh?" his voice rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating gently against her back as he held her close to him. Logan's right hand glided slowly up under her shirt, his calloused fingers creeping slowly toward her full breasts. There relationship hadn't gone much past kissing a groping, and Logan felt now may be the perfect time to go to the next level. He had a feeling Ororo would appreciate what he wanted to do next.

Tensing slightly, Ororo placed a tentative hand on Logan's as he tugged on the waist of her black pants. "Logan," she said softly, nervously nibbling her bottom lip. "I don't think-"

"Shh, don't worry darlin'," he hushed her, placing a soft kiss to Ororo's smooth, chocolately neck. "I ain't gonna do nothin' ya don't want me to, I promise." Logan's voice was husky and sincere. "I know yer still a virgin, an' I respect that, I'm jus' gonna give ya some pleasure without goin' too far. That okay 'Ro?"

She released a steady sigh and nodded slowly. Ororo trusted Logan without question, and she knew in her heart he would never do anything to hurt her.

Resting his chin on Ororo's delicate shoulder, Logan's left hand remained on her flat stomach while he easily unbuttoned her pants with his right and slowly drew down the zipper.

Shifting slightly, Ororo pushed her black pants a little lower on her hips. She could feel Logan's warm breath on her shoulder, his solid body pressed against her back as his right hand roamed downward. She was feeling a gentle tingling deep down inside her at his touch, and it felt good.

His hand gliding slowly over Ororo's silk panties, Logan gently began stroking her clit with his index finger. Her heard her soft gasp and smiled. "Don't worry," he murmured huskily in her ear. "It gets better darlin'." He could feel the heat between her thighs increasing and his nostrils flared at the strong scent of her arousal.

"Logan," Ororo whispered breathily as more feelings blossomed down to her hot core. Logan's touch felt so good that she wanted more. She arched her back slightly, pressing back against his chest and hoping to increase the pressure of his fingers along her sensitive areas.

Having never done something like this with Ororo, Logan was pleased to find that she seemed to be enjoying it, and he was even becoming aroused as well. Just having his hands on her sent every nerve within his body tingling. Manuevering his hand deftly, his slipped it into her panties and continued stroking her clitoris while his middle finger experimentally probed at her entrance.

Ororo's breathing grew heavy and she thrust her hips upward with his probing, longing for him to keep going. She moaned with sudden pleasure and a smile crept onto her face as Logan's finger gently slid inside her while he continued with the attention to her clit, switching to circular motions. "Goddess, I never would have imagined it felt this good," she whispered heavily.

Logan grunted, breathing steadily and gently moving his other finger in and out of Ororo's hot, slick opening.

Another pleasurable moan escaped her lips as she felt her insides trembling with grateful ecstacy. Ororo's eyes widened slightly as she felt Logan's erection pressing up into the small of her back through his jeans. "Wait," she whispered suddenly, grasping his hand that was inside her underwear.

"What's wrong 'Ro?" Logan asked with furrowed brows and genuine concern. He slowly and reluctantly drew his finger out of her. "I ain't hurtin' you, am I?"

"No," she breathed quietly, turning to face him as she zipped and buttoned her pants. Her face was flushed and she wanted more, but she was ready for what could happen next. "It's just...I think we'd better stop." She frowned slightly at the disappointed look on her boyfriend's face.

Logan looked into her eyes, he could still smell her arousal, it was very strong and just made him want her more. "If ya ain't ready for sex, it's alright darlin', ya just gotta tell me when ta stop." he told her with a gentleness that was reserved only for her.

She pursed her lips and smiled tightly. A heavy sigh soon escaped her lips. "That's just the thing..." Ororo began a little shyly. "I'm not ready to give myself away just yet..... But if we continue what we were doing.. I - I don't think I'd be able to tell you to stop."

He lowered his head with a soft sigh. "A'right, I understand. Just let me know when yer ready, 'cuz I can wait for ya 'Ro." Logan smiled genuinely, then he grunted as his eyes lowered to settle on his crotch. He drew a hand over the obvious bulge and turned away. "I gotta go take care o' somethin'.."

Ororo laughed quietly with a knowing giggle and nodded as he quickened his pace toward the door. "I'll see you later Logan," she called after him once the door was opened.

"Uh-huh," he grunted, shutting the door and hurrying down the hall.

Moving toward her bed, Ororo flopped down over the covers and laid on her back with a heavy sigh. She gazed up at the ceiling and closed her eyes, spreading her arms out along the mattress. Goddess, that boy really knows how to treat a girl.

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A/N: Well, there goes chapter one. Whoo! Sorry if it was a little short...