Good Reading

TITLE: Good Reading
AUTHOR: Arion
SUMMARY: Done for a request... Meela... here's that Logan smut you were so anxious for. Now... lock Logan out of the room, read it, then let him in and tackle him. Okay? I think I need to get a really big library for myself someday. Cuz, I don't know, there's just *something* about getting chased around in a library that appeals to me for some reason. First Snape... now... this one... so, Meela... you said the magic word when you said library. LOL!
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: Smut!
WARNING: None
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Logan/Wolverine or any familiar characters which might appear in this story. They will belong to Marvel Comics not I. *sniff* Wish I owned a couple of them though... or wish that I could borrow them at least. Damn it... The book mentioned, The Blue Sword, is an actual book, written by Robin McKinley. And if you like fantasy and horses and medieval type struggles and such, I highly recommend it. It's my favorite. The mutation of the female came a bit late into my thinking, but I did think of it. Whether there is a mutant who actually has this power, well, I wouldn't have a clue as I've never read any of the comic books.
SPECIAL THANKS: To Jade, for being my beta reader.

No matter what she tried she could not sleep. Something was keeping her awake. She turned over for the millionth time that night. She'd tried counting sheep, counting backwards, and a few other things. None of them worked.


Well, the hell with this, she thought. She was not going to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling all night. Not bothering to grab her robe, she slipped out the door and tiptoed down the hall. Perhaps a good book would help put her to sleep.


She quietly slinked through the halls of the school. The dark passages, which were dimly lit at intervals, saw only a shadow pass by, no footsteps broke the silence. Not until the library doors were reached did a figure emerge out of the shadow.


She reached out to grasp the handles, pausing only to look in all directions before slipping inside, shutting the doors with a click behind her. She spotted a flashlight perched atop a filing cabinet and grabbed it, heading off into the maze of books with it.


******


Across the library, a figure shifted in the chair it had chosen to lounge in, keen ears having picked up the faint click of the doors shutting. With a muttered grumble, a cigar was put out on the heel of a boot and the figure waited in the dark, intently listening for any small sound.


A blur of motion came into view, stopping at a bookshelf. A faint snap and a flashlight beamed its light onto a shelf. Light filled up the nearby surrounding area, revealing the identity of the person behind the flashlight. She thumbed the book as she read the titles one by one as the hem of the white nightgown danced at her feet.


In the chair, a hand waved in the air, trying to disperse the smell of a cigar before it was noticed.


******


She slipped a book of the shelf to flip through the pages. That was when she noticed it. A faint smell. She couldn't quite detect enough to figure out what it was... but she knew it was something that didn't belong in a library, especially in the middle of the night. As if a breeze had just blown through, she got a good whiff and her already pale skin went even paler.


It was cigar smoke. She wasn't alone. Somebody else was in here with her. She flicked the flashlight off, placing both it and the book she held on the floor. She then immediately transformed into shadow, peering into the black fog around her.


She was startled when a voice came out of the darkness. "I already know you're there." It was gruff and to the point, slightly annoyed.


She knew the voice but for some reason could not put a face to it. She heard movement as if of someone getting out of something. It drifted toward her from the sitting area. Heavy footsteps neared her and soon a face appeared out of the darkness as well, stepping into the one shaft of moonlight coming from a high window.


Attention getting eyebrows were raised in a seemingly usual fashion. Black hair was swept up behind his head in a naturally odd, yet appealing, way as a hand rubbed at sparse facial hair. She recognized him immediately. Logan. He was the one they called Wolverine.


He looked right at the spot where she stood, though she knew he couldn't see her exactly. Just a shadow of air in the blackness, so in other words he wouldn't see anything with it so dark.


She hardly dared to breath and didn't so much as move. Perhaps he would leave.


He put a partially used cigar in his mouth and dug into his pants for a lighter. He glanced up again once it was lit.


"You're still there."


She changed into physical form and stared at him. "How could you tell?"


He cradled the cigar between two fingers and exhaled the smoke as he brought up his free hand to tap the side of his nose.


"Never lies."


She just frowned. He looked down at the book and flashlight. He nodded his head at her.


"So, what are you doing in here at this time of the night?"


She raised her eyebrow. "I could ask you the same thing."


He stepped forward, leaning on the bookcase behind her, as he pinned her against it. "Maybe, but I asked first."


She didn't shy away from him at all and stayed put. "Well, if you must know, which in my opinion you don't, I couldn't sleep." She'd been looking at the cigar, wavering near her arm. She shifted her attention to his face. "Your turn."


He took a step back to puff on the cigar again. When the air around them was full of smoke again he answered, "I wanted to catch up on my reading."


She sent a sly look his way. "In the dark?"


He nodded humorously. "Yeah."


"So, found any good books to read, then?"


"One. It's about a late night stroll to the library."


She smiled. "Oh? And how does it end?"


He shrugged. "I don't know. I got interrupted."


"Oh. Well, then I am truly sorry." The smile faded after a moment as a slightly uncomfortable silence settled onto them and she dropped her eyes to the floor while he continued puffing away at the cigar. He didn't seem at all bothered.


"I know how I'd like it to end," he said finally. His voice had lowered slightly and surprised she glanced up at him.


"How's that?" She waited for the answer with baited breath.


The only answer he gave her right off though was to put the cigar out on his boot before pocketing it in his jacket. After that the only answer she got was a rather definitive one.


He stepped in close suddenly and pushed her up against the bookcase again, as his mouth descended onto hers. She let out a gasp of surprise and her hands grabbed onto the collar of his jacket to steady herself. One hand drifted into her hair, pulling her to him, as his other gripped her waist. His tongue demanded entrance and she gave it to him without a second's hesitation.


Neither of them knew how, but they quickly ended up sprawled atop one of the library's tables. The hand that had been on her hip began groping around for the end of her nightgown. Frustrated with his slow progress, Logan pulled out of the kiss they'd been involved in. He looked down as he reached for the cloth and she began nipping at his ear and neck. She felt him suddenly stiffen and he stopped all movement. She followed suit, though in confusion.


"What is it?"


"Shh!" He hissed quietly at her. "I heard something," he then whispered more gently.


She began looking around as he cocked his head, waiting. Surprising her again, he swiftly grabbed her wrist as he pulled away, yanking her to her feet. He had obviously heard something she hadn't... or couldn't. She knew his hearing was more acute than hers, or most mutants.


"Somebody's coming," he whispered over his shoulder as he pulled her along after him into a run.


She suddenly remembered something. "Wait!" She pulled at his arm and he slowed but did not stop. "What about the book and the flashlight? I left them on the floor!"


He glanced back. "No time to go back. They'll be here in a few seconds."


He jumped up onto the ledge of a window and turning, pulled her up beside him. They both heard the door of the library open and he spun around, pushing the curtains out of the way to begin working the latch on the window. She found herself counting any blessings she had that it was summer out. He pushed the window open and helped her, quickly following behind. He pushed it shut again just as the library lights flickered on.


******


Ororo glanced around the library. She could've sworn she heard something and it had been coming from here.


"Something wrong?"


Startled she spun around to see Scott standing behind her. "Oh, no, I guess not. I thought I heard something but there doesn't appear to be anything wrong."


He looked past her shoulder into the library. "Well, let's check it out just to be sure, shall we?"


She nodded and they stepped inside, each taking a side to search.


Ororo paused as she passed one of the windows. She felt a breeze. She pulled back the curtain and found the window slightly ajar. She pushed it open a little bit more and glanced outside, but found nothing.


"Find anything?" Scott asked.


She shook her head. "No, just a window somebody forgot to shut. You?" She locked the window and let the curtain fall.

"Not much but I think somebody definitely was here." She turned around, curious. "Somebody left these behind." He held out a flashlight and a book.


She took the book out of his hands and looked at it. "The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley. Well, I highly doubt any intruder sneaked in here to steal this. It was probably one of the kids, couldn't sleep."


He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He smiled a bit and shook his head.


"What?"


"Nothing really. I just thought for a moment I could smell cigar smoke. Made me think of Logan."


She threw him a look. "Yeah, right, I'm sure Logan would really be in here in the middle of the night to read a book. Especially this type of book." She raised it up.


Scott grinned and held up his hands. "Hey, I said it only made me think of Logan, I didn't say he'd be reading a book."


She shook her head at him. "Come on, it's too late to be playing Guess Who? I'm going back to bed."


Scott followed her out the door, shutting the lights off, and closing the door behind them.


******


Meanwhile, a couple of rooms over, the fleeing couple had gotten back to where they'd left off. Logan had gone along the wall of windows until he'd found an open one and shuffled them both inside. It turned out to be one of the classrooms Jean used for teaching.


Logan was sitting on the edge of one of the student's desks while she kissed him. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, pinning his arms behind him momentarily as he struggled to pull it the rest of the way off. Her kisses moved down his neck, as her hands moved down his chest. He muttered under his breath as she pushed against the very vulnerable spot on his jeans. Whether he was cursing her or the jacket was a mystery she didn't care much to figure out. He finally whipped the jacket off and tossed it off into some irrelevant part of the room. Her hands moved to the button and zipper as he pulled her face up to kiss her again.


Growling low in his throat he pushed her away and hopped to the floor to drive her up against Jean's desk behind her. His hands roamed up her hips and rib cage to her breasts. As she pushed against him his hands molded to her through the thin nightgown. Abandoning his pants for the moment she reached up to pull his t-shirt halfway up. Getting the hint he reluctantly let her go and let her pull it over his head, tossing it behind her. She ran her hands up his chest and over his sinewy shoulders as his hands found her again. He moved in closer and she wrapped a leg around his in response. He pushed against her body, intending to push her down onto the desk, but she protested with an, "Ow! Uh... school supplies."


He only nodded and picked her up, not bothering to break off with his mouth's study of her neck. He carried her around the desk to the chair, sitting himself in it as he held her on his lap. He pushed up the nightgown, slid his hands underneath and finally came into contact with her bare hips. She moaned and pressed herself against him, as if his mere touch had severely increased her desire, which it probably had. Along the way his jeans had fallen down a bit and were now riding very low on his hips.


She grinned down at him. "So, you're a briefs man, huh?"


He was too busily involved with the thoughts running around in his head he couldn't really focus on what she said. "Uh... yeah." He pulled her closer for another kiss.


"Whoa!" He jerked back into the chair as her hand slipped down his heated skin to close around him. She did it so suddenly it had taken him by surprise.


He involuntarily thrust his hips against her as she stroked him gently. For all the thrusting he was able to do at the moment... it wasn't getting him anywhere.


"Are you going to tease me all night?" he huskily whispered in her ear.


"Maybe." She went tantalizingly slower.


He let out a low, non-threatening growl and lurched out of the chair, taking her to the floor where he loomed over her. Now, it was her turn to writhe as she pushed against the knee between her legs. He let her go right at it, hiking up the nightgown further and further until he was able to pull it over her head. He didn't think she even noticed.


She certainly noticed when he covered a nipple with his hot mouth though, and began gently pulling at it with his teeth. Her fingers swam through his hair, wrapping themselves in it tight as she held him to her. A hand trailed a path down her leg and over her thigh to the one spot he'd been wanting to touch for a while now. He wasn't a bit surprised when she spread her legs even wider for him.


He slipped a couple of fingers into her already moist depths and she moaned in response as he began kissing his way down to her rib cage. She reluctantly let her hands slide from his hair as he continued even lower until she could feel his breath on her thigh before he kissed it. Her hands roamed up past her head as she pushed at the floor. They were soon trying to dig into it as his tongue teasingly reached out to taste her.


"Logan!"


He took pity on her and delved deeper as she squirmed against him.


"Ohh!"


She arched her back, pushing herself further towards him as his tongue made little paths of its own within her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly and alerting the whole student body, who weren't that far away, as to what they were doing... in a classroom.


When she was feverishly reaching her peak, he abruptly stopped and pulled away. She whimpered in protest, trying to wrap a leg around him to pull him back. He evaded it, however, and she clenched all of her muscles and gritted her teeth slightly in extreme frustration as the warmth of him left completely.


She felt him, naked, slide along her skin as he came back to her. Though her eyes were closed she could almost feel the smirk on his face as he gazed down at her.


She definitely heard it in his voice as he asked, "Problem?"


She opened her eyes to stare at him for a few seconds. "Yeah." She hooked her arms around his neck and fiercely pulled him closer. "You."


She gave him an urgent kiss that said it all and he didn't waste much time in his response either. She reached a hand down to help guide him into her and he sank in slowly as they both closed their eyes. He covered her with his own body then content to lay inside her for a few moments. They both quickly turned greedy though.


It was an awfully hot night out, and already their bodies had been covered in a light sheen of sweat. As things got hotter for both of them, skin slid effortlessly against skin and holds slipped. Eyes still closed, his lips brushed her shoulder, his moans filled her ear as hers did his. He pressed deeper and harder and faster with every few strokes.


The world suddenly seemed to explode into bright white light for both of them and he buried his head into her neck as he began to lean on her. Their heavy breathing was the only sound that filled the classroom then. For a few minutes neither of them moved much.


Logan finally peeled himself off her and collapsed to her side, staring up in the dark at the ceiling. After a few moments she turned and snuggled against his side. She suddenly felt him stiffen.


"What?"


He sat up and stared at the door.


She glanced at it and let out a low groan. "Don't tell me somebody else is coming now?"


He jumped to his feet and started grabbing up his boots and clothes. "Get your clothes on!" he urgently hissed quietly.


She had quickly pulled her nightgown on... inside out but it was on. He hadn't bothered to put a thing on when he began ushering back towards the window. She let out a sigh but pushed it open and hopped out onto the lawn with him following right behind. Neither of them knew if anyone did bother to look into the classroom but they were well away if they did. They'd sprinted like crazy, Logan in the buff, down several windows before they stopped.


Logan muttered a brief curse as he finally began to get dressed. Eventually he stamped his boots on and took her by the elbow as he began glancing at windows and checking to see if they were unlocked. They soon found another unlocked classroom. Professor Xavier's this time.


Once inside he immediately went to the door, opening it a hair to peek out into the hall.


He motioned for her. "You go first. I'll make sure no one meets up with you from this way."
"Uh... Logan."


"Yeah?"


"They won't see me, remember?"


He glanced at her. "Oh, yeah... right. I forgot."


"So, shall we go out together?"


He took another quick look out into the hall and nodded. He turned back to look at her but saw nothing in the dark. She'd changed into shadow. He shrugged and pulled open the door, stepping into the hall with her by his side, he knew.


As they came to the parting of their ways, for they occupied different halls, he glanced around quickly as he whispered, "Hook up later?"


Her voice came out of the air softly. "Just say the word."


******


She took physical form again as she reached her bedroom. Once inside she didn't even bother to fix her nightgown as she slipped into her bed with a sigh.


Truthfully she didn't know what would come of this night, but she'd take what little pleasures she could.


******


Logan sauntered into the dining room in the morning light. Professor Charles Xavier was already seated at the head of the table as he waited for everyone.


"Good morning, Logan." Charles stared at him rather intently for a few seconds, making Logan just the slightest bit uncomfortable. Charles then smiled. "I trust you had an enjoyable night."


It was Logan's turn to stare now. "What?"


"You said you were going to relax. Remember?" Charles raised his eyebrows in question.


"Oh, uh, yeah. I remember. Yeah, I did. Fun night... I mean, relaxing night... yes." Logan felt that regardless of what he said, the Professor knew exactly what had gone on.


"Oh, Logan."


Logan turned around to see Scott walking over. Not extremely interested in anything the kid had to say he stuck a cigar in his mouth and dug around for his lighter.


Scott held something up to him. "I think you dropped this last night."


Logan looked up to see him holding a book. He just glanced at Scott as he put the lighter away and raised his eyebrows. "I did?"


"Weren't you in the library last night? I could've sworn I smelled cigar smoke."


"Logan, how many times do I have to warn you about smoking in here. Might I also add that the library is not the best place to do it either?"


Logan looked back and forth from Scott to the Professor. "All right, all right. Duly noted."


"So, it was you?"


Now annoyed, Logan snatched the book out of Scott's hand, not bothering to look at it. "Yeah. It was me." He brushed past him to leave.


"I didn't know you liked those type of books." Scott turned to watch him.


Logan stopped, turned a peeved look on Scott and glanced at the book finally. A fantasy book. "Yeah. I love 'em. Got a problem with that?"


Scott smiled but shook his head. "No. Not at all." Then as an afterthought, as Logan stalked out, he called after him, "Good reading, Logan!"


His only answer was a growl.


******


Meanwhile, Jean was dropping off books and things for her first morning class before heading to breakfast. Several items had been knocked over on her desk and, somewhat confused, set them right again. That's when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A black object lying on the floor beside her chair. She bent down and picked them up, letting out a gasp of shock when she realized what they were.


She looked around quickly, afraid someone might have seen. She glanced down at the pair of briefs in her hand and shook her head. She looked at her desk again. Sighing she grabbed a pen and paper and quickly scribbled a note. Then she gathered everything she'd brought with her and headed to the door, grabbing a piece of tape along the way. She taped the piece of paper to the front of the door and shut it as she left.


******


"Hey, what's that? Is that a note?"


"Yeah, looks like it. Maybe we don't have class today." A grin.


"Let's go see."


"Darn it. I guess not. Come on, we better hurry or we're going to be late."


Jean Grey's note on the door read : All students please report to the next room for class. This room is closed for cleaning purposes.


The End