a/n: ok, I just saw SWAT and had a weird urge to write this.it's not AU,
but the characters will not be using there mutant powers very much, I made
it pg-13..but just for sex stuff now maybe some strong language later. This
story centers around a sex kinda topic, but it is tasteful! It's not
graphic or anything, so you still should read! Lol So, I warned you about
the content, no complaints!
And, I think there is a lil L/R action, but nothing too serious, don't
worry, I'll still put a lil fluff in here.
Ok, so, I don't own anything, enjoy the story, and REVIEW!!!
************************************* I don't care what my teachers say
I'm gonna be a supermodel.
And Everyone is gonna dress like me,
wait and see
When I'm a supermodel
and my hair will shine like the sea.
Everyone will wanna look just like me
me...
Cause I'm young and I'm hip, and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel
~"Supermodel" by Jill Sobule
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"Looooooggggaaaaannn!" Marie whined as she stood in the garage doorway, "It's really important!"
Logan stood up from his position by the car tire and wiped his hands on a dirty rag. Oil stains streaked the front of his wife beater, and his face was shinny with sweat.
"Look kid," he said gruffly, looking her straight in the eye with a brash tilt of his head, "I've got work to do on Storm's car, besides, it's too damn hot to be driving you to the mall today!"
"Logan," Marie said, pouting her lips prettily and giving him an almost patronizing stare, "You know that it's the annual Summer Ball tonight, to celebrate the end of the school year, and, I'm sure you also know that I don't have a dress! I mean, what do you want me to do Logan? Go naked?"
"Shit," Logan swore under his breath, that was just what he needed right now, the mental image of his Marie, walking into that ballroom, totally nude and all curves ...
"Logan?" Marie said with false innocence, laughter in her brown eyes, "What's wrong?"
Logan growled softly when he saw the humor in her gaze; she always knew exactly how to push his buttons!
"Alright kid, you win," Logan grumbled, throwing his rag down in the tool box, "I'll take you to the mall and we will buy you a beautiful dress, ok?"
"Thank you Logan!" Marie said joyously, throwing her gloved arms around his neck, "I'll go get my purse."
Logan watched her scamper off into the distance. Jesus Christ she was stunning! It had been 6 months since the Alkali Lake mission, and just as everything in the mansion had started getting back to normal, Logan had fallen head over heels for Marie.
It had started when he first came back to the mansion, when she had thrown her arms around his neck with so much eagerness, and no fear. When she had pulled away he had seen for the first time the difference, the change in her, he had left a girl on the brink of womanhood, and before him stood a woman on the brink of adulthood.
Then, in the kitchen that night, when Bobby had spoke of her, stirrings of a new feeling appeared inside of him. He was protective of her as always, and he didn't like the way Bobby spoke of his longing to sleep with her, but there was something else that bothered him then. He felt jealous. Jealous of how Bobby could speak of her that way, could call Marie his girlfriend.
It had climaxed in the tent, when Mystique had straddled his chest and changed into her. He had felt such a burning desire in him. He wanted to touch her, to show her how much he loved her.
But then the unthinkable happened, they had all lost Jean to the murky depths of the water at Alkali Lake, and Logan had for a while felt a relief from his longing, because all he felt was grief.
Now, well, now he felt it again. He knew he would always miss Jean, but the grief now resided in only a small corner of his mind, leaving him free to long for Marie.
Of all things though! Logan thought as he walked out to his motorcycle, how did I get duped into taking her shopping for a dress?
Shopping was .. well, shopping was not something that the Wolverine did often.
Marie perkily ran out of the front gates with her purse in hand. While inside the mansion, she had changed into a pleated, gray, school-girl skirt and a straight cut blouse with the sleeves rolled up to quarter length. Her hair was loosely tied back into a pony tail with her white streaks hanging down brightly in front of her face. The only drawback to the outfit was the black fishnet gloves that reached her elbows; they served to remind Logan of Marie's power, the thing that stood between her and the world.
"Thank you so much for taking me shopping Logan!" Marie said excitedly as she climbed on to the back of the motorbike, "We can look for dresses together!"
"Well, I, uh, might, well," Logan said, searching vainly for something that might assert his masculinity, "Maybe I'll look at some new, uh, power tools or something while we are there, ya know, and leave a lot of the choosing of the dresses to you."
Marie laughed gleefully at his words, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Suuuuure Logan, whatever you say!"
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Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
Feeling sea sick again
And the whole world could just dissolve... into a glass of water
I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want me to be blue as you
It's her daylight that gets me through
We've been here before... last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold I was like a two year old
Who just wanted more
If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress
~If You Wore That Velvet Dress, by U2
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Marie hung on tight to Logan as the motorcycle sped down the dusty road. Her fingers clamped tightly around his rock hard chest, and she pressed her cheek firmly against his back, enjoying the feel of warm leather against her skin.
Logan tried vainly to concentrate on the road, but it was hard to even think with Marie so close to him, her arms wrapped snuggly around his body.
Finally, after what seemed like infinity, Logan parked the motorcycle on the side of a busy street. The day was sweltering and bright, and Logan and Marie both dismounted clumsily, their legs cramped from the long ride.
"Yes!" Marie cried breathlessly, running over to a store window, "That dress, the blue one, I just have to try it on! Come on Logan!"
Marie grabbed a reluctant Logan by the arm and dragged him into the store.
"Express ." Logan said slowly, reading the sign as he walked in, "It sounds like a metro station."
Marie laughed appreciatively and led Logan over to a rack of dresses.
"Help me choose some to try on," she said ardently, thumbing through the dresses in front of her, "Anything, as long as it isn't to casual, the invite said black tie."
Logan slowly began to peruse through the different gowns on the nearest rack. Damn! He thought to himself, these dresses are so skimpy she might as well go naked!
Logan pulled out a long sleeved and high necked blue dress, only to discover that it was sheer it might as well have been see through.
"So, Marie," He said, trying to bring the subject up casually, "Who's taking you to this summer ball thing?"
"Oh, well, Bobby," Marie said, keeping her eyes intent on the array of fabric in front of her, "Who else would be?"
"I was just wondering," Logan said openly, distractedly pulled a dark purple dress from the rack, "I mean, if it is just Bobby, why is it so important that you have a new dress? You have plenty of old ones that are perfectly fine."
"Well ." Marie said, blushing crimson, "It's kind of, a special night for us, me and Bobby that is."
Whoa, Logan thought, let's stop this conversation right now.
But Logan just stared down at the rack, pulling random dresses off in an attempt to look uninterested.
Marie looked up at him expectantly, and gave an obvious little sigh.
Damnit! Logan swore to himself, I'm going to have to ask..
"What do you mean by a special night Marie?" Logan said hesitantly, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Well," Marie said with a nervous giggle, "It's our 9 month anniversary, and, well, I kinda promised him that I'd .... ya know, do it."
WHAT!!! Logan yelled inside is head. Oh . that frozen boy was so dead . no, he was more then dead, he was gone, finished, finite!
"Logan?" Marie asked carefully, apparently trying to gauge his reaction.
"Oh yea, well," Logan said, feigning indifference, "How are you gonna ..?"
Marie watched him trail off uneasily, and then began to slide her glove off.
"It's something I've been working on," she explained carefully, "Jean actually taught me how to start doing it, but, I think, I think that I can control it for long enough now."
Marie closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, letting all of her energy flow out of her body. Then, ever so slowly, she reached her hand out and gently stroked Logan's cheek.
Logan shuddered as their skin touched, as if an electric current hand flown from her fingers. He growled softly under his breath, loving the feeling of her fingers caressing his skin. He reached his own hand up towards her face, letting his finger run smoothly along her jaw line, tracing his way down to her lips.
Marie quivered in ecstasy as his finger grazed her bottom lip. She felt light and airy, the feeling of Logan's touch making her weak. She let out a soft moan, forgetting totally about their location, only feeling his skin on hers.
When Logan heard Marie's whimper he slowly pulled his hand away, regretting instantly the loss of their moment.
"Well," Marie said uncomfortably, "Maybe I should, um, try on these dresses now?"
"Good plan," Logan said, grateful for the distraction, "I think it's over there."
Logan and Marie made their way over to the dressing rooms in silence, avoiding each others eyes.
"Here, I'll just start trying dresses on," Marie said as Logan sat down on the bench outside, "Just tell me what you think ok?"
Marie tried on several dresses, all very plain and formal, before she came to the purple one that Logan had chosen in his haste to seem distracted.
"Umm, Logan?" Marie asked questioningly from behind the dressing room door, "Did you pick out this dress?"
"Which one?" Logan asked, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the chair leg.
"This one," Marie said suddenly, letting the dressing room door swing open in front of her.
Logan was immediately shocked out of his daze when he faced Marie.
"Well, what do you think?" Marie asked nervously, smoothing her hands over the fabric on her thighs, "It makes me look a little chubby .."
"Jesus Christ Marie, you look gorgeous," Logan said, seemingly spellbound by her.
The dress was a deep plum color, and made of a soft satin. It was a shift style dress with beaded spaghetti straps, but the simple dress hugged Marie's curves like it was her second skin.
Marie turned apprehensively to gaze at the full length mirror behind her.
"Buy it," Logan said without hesitation, "It makes you look like a goddess."
"You really think so?" Marie said softly, staring intently at her reflection, "I mean, what will Bobby think?"
Logan clenched his fists in his lap, he had forgotten all about that icicle boy. He would get to see Marie in that dress .. Christ, he would get to take that dress off of Marie!
"I love it," Logan said gruffly, hoping that his opinion could be enough for her.
"Ok," Marie said, turning around to face him, a smile lighting up her face, "Lets get it!"
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A/n: OK, you want more, you review! Ok? Cause, I don't wanna write a story without reviews, so REVIEW!!
************************************* I don't care what my teachers say
I'm gonna be a supermodel.
And Everyone is gonna dress like me,
wait and see
When I'm a supermodel
and my hair will shine like the sea.
Everyone will wanna look just like me
me...
Cause I'm young and I'm hip, and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel
~"Supermodel" by Jill Sobule
****************************************
"Looooooggggaaaaannn!" Marie whined as she stood in the garage doorway, "It's really important!"
Logan stood up from his position by the car tire and wiped his hands on a dirty rag. Oil stains streaked the front of his wife beater, and his face was shinny with sweat.
"Look kid," he said gruffly, looking her straight in the eye with a brash tilt of his head, "I've got work to do on Storm's car, besides, it's too damn hot to be driving you to the mall today!"
"Logan," Marie said, pouting her lips prettily and giving him an almost patronizing stare, "You know that it's the annual Summer Ball tonight, to celebrate the end of the school year, and, I'm sure you also know that I don't have a dress! I mean, what do you want me to do Logan? Go naked?"
"Shit," Logan swore under his breath, that was just what he needed right now, the mental image of his Marie, walking into that ballroom, totally nude and all curves ...
"Logan?" Marie said with false innocence, laughter in her brown eyes, "What's wrong?"
Logan growled softly when he saw the humor in her gaze; she always knew exactly how to push his buttons!
"Alright kid, you win," Logan grumbled, throwing his rag down in the tool box, "I'll take you to the mall and we will buy you a beautiful dress, ok?"
"Thank you Logan!" Marie said joyously, throwing her gloved arms around his neck, "I'll go get my purse."
Logan watched her scamper off into the distance. Jesus Christ she was stunning! It had been 6 months since the Alkali Lake mission, and just as everything in the mansion had started getting back to normal, Logan had fallen head over heels for Marie.
It had started when he first came back to the mansion, when she had thrown her arms around his neck with so much eagerness, and no fear. When she had pulled away he had seen for the first time the difference, the change in her, he had left a girl on the brink of womanhood, and before him stood a woman on the brink of adulthood.
Then, in the kitchen that night, when Bobby had spoke of her, stirrings of a new feeling appeared inside of him. He was protective of her as always, and he didn't like the way Bobby spoke of his longing to sleep with her, but there was something else that bothered him then. He felt jealous. Jealous of how Bobby could speak of her that way, could call Marie his girlfriend.
It had climaxed in the tent, when Mystique had straddled his chest and changed into her. He had felt such a burning desire in him. He wanted to touch her, to show her how much he loved her.
But then the unthinkable happened, they had all lost Jean to the murky depths of the water at Alkali Lake, and Logan had for a while felt a relief from his longing, because all he felt was grief.
Now, well, now he felt it again. He knew he would always miss Jean, but the grief now resided in only a small corner of his mind, leaving him free to long for Marie.
Of all things though! Logan thought as he walked out to his motorcycle, how did I get duped into taking her shopping for a dress?
Shopping was .. well, shopping was not something that the Wolverine did often.
Marie perkily ran out of the front gates with her purse in hand. While inside the mansion, she had changed into a pleated, gray, school-girl skirt and a straight cut blouse with the sleeves rolled up to quarter length. Her hair was loosely tied back into a pony tail with her white streaks hanging down brightly in front of her face. The only drawback to the outfit was the black fishnet gloves that reached her elbows; they served to remind Logan of Marie's power, the thing that stood between her and the world.
"Thank you so much for taking me shopping Logan!" Marie said excitedly as she climbed on to the back of the motorbike, "We can look for dresses together!"
"Well, I, uh, might, well," Logan said, searching vainly for something that might assert his masculinity, "Maybe I'll look at some new, uh, power tools or something while we are there, ya know, and leave a lot of the choosing of the dresses to you."
Marie laughed gleefully at his words, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "Suuuuure Logan, whatever you say!"
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Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
Feeling sea sick again
And the whole world could just dissolve... into a glass of water
I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want me to be blue as you
It's her daylight that gets me through
We've been here before... last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold I was like a two year old
Who just wanted more
If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress
~If You Wore That Velvet Dress, by U2
**********************************
Marie hung on tight to Logan as the motorcycle sped down the dusty road. Her fingers clamped tightly around his rock hard chest, and she pressed her cheek firmly against his back, enjoying the feel of warm leather against her skin.
Logan tried vainly to concentrate on the road, but it was hard to even think with Marie so close to him, her arms wrapped snuggly around his body.
Finally, after what seemed like infinity, Logan parked the motorcycle on the side of a busy street. The day was sweltering and bright, and Logan and Marie both dismounted clumsily, their legs cramped from the long ride.
"Yes!" Marie cried breathlessly, running over to a store window, "That dress, the blue one, I just have to try it on! Come on Logan!"
Marie grabbed a reluctant Logan by the arm and dragged him into the store.
"Express ." Logan said slowly, reading the sign as he walked in, "It sounds like a metro station."
Marie laughed appreciatively and led Logan over to a rack of dresses.
"Help me choose some to try on," she said ardently, thumbing through the dresses in front of her, "Anything, as long as it isn't to casual, the invite said black tie."
Logan slowly began to peruse through the different gowns on the nearest rack. Damn! He thought to himself, these dresses are so skimpy she might as well go naked!
Logan pulled out a long sleeved and high necked blue dress, only to discover that it was sheer it might as well have been see through.
"So, Marie," He said, trying to bring the subject up casually, "Who's taking you to this summer ball thing?"
"Oh, well, Bobby," Marie said, keeping her eyes intent on the array of fabric in front of her, "Who else would be?"
"I was just wondering," Logan said openly, distractedly pulled a dark purple dress from the rack, "I mean, if it is just Bobby, why is it so important that you have a new dress? You have plenty of old ones that are perfectly fine."
"Well ." Marie said, blushing crimson, "It's kind of, a special night for us, me and Bobby that is."
Whoa, Logan thought, let's stop this conversation right now.
But Logan just stared down at the rack, pulling random dresses off in an attempt to look uninterested.
Marie looked up at him expectantly, and gave an obvious little sigh.
Damnit! Logan swore to himself, I'm going to have to ask..
"What do you mean by a special night Marie?" Logan said hesitantly, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Well," Marie said with a nervous giggle, "It's our 9 month anniversary, and, well, I kinda promised him that I'd .... ya know, do it."
WHAT!!! Logan yelled inside is head. Oh . that frozen boy was so dead . no, he was more then dead, he was gone, finished, finite!
"Logan?" Marie asked carefully, apparently trying to gauge his reaction.
"Oh yea, well," Logan said, feigning indifference, "How are you gonna ..?"
Marie watched him trail off uneasily, and then began to slide her glove off.
"It's something I've been working on," she explained carefully, "Jean actually taught me how to start doing it, but, I think, I think that I can control it for long enough now."
Marie closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, letting all of her energy flow out of her body. Then, ever so slowly, she reached her hand out and gently stroked Logan's cheek.
Logan shuddered as their skin touched, as if an electric current hand flown from her fingers. He growled softly under his breath, loving the feeling of her fingers caressing his skin. He reached his own hand up towards her face, letting his finger run smoothly along her jaw line, tracing his way down to her lips.
Marie quivered in ecstasy as his finger grazed her bottom lip. She felt light and airy, the feeling of Logan's touch making her weak. She let out a soft moan, forgetting totally about their location, only feeling his skin on hers.
When Logan heard Marie's whimper he slowly pulled his hand away, regretting instantly the loss of their moment.
"Well," Marie said uncomfortably, "Maybe I should, um, try on these dresses now?"
"Good plan," Logan said, grateful for the distraction, "I think it's over there."
Logan and Marie made their way over to the dressing rooms in silence, avoiding each others eyes.
"Here, I'll just start trying dresses on," Marie said as Logan sat down on the bench outside, "Just tell me what you think ok?"
Marie tried on several dresses, all very plain and formal, before she came to the purple one that Logan had chosen in his haste to seem distracted.
"Umm, Logan?" Marie asked questioningly from behind the dressing room door, "Did you pick out this dress?"
"Which one?" Logan asked, absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the chair leg.
"This one," Marie said suddenly, letting the dressing room door swing open in front of her.
Logan was immediately shocked out of his daze when he faced Marie.
"Well, what do you think?" Marie asked nervously, smoothing her hands over the fabric on her thighs, "It makes me look a little chubby .."
"Jesus Christ Marie, you look gorgeous," Logan said, seemingly spellbound by her.
The dress was a deep plum color, and made of a soft satin. It was a shift style dress with beaded spaghetti straps, but the simple dress hugged Marie's curves like it was her second skin.
Marie turned apprehensively to gaze at the full length mirror behind her.
"Buy it," Logan said without hesitation, "It makes you look like a goddess."
"You really think so?" Marie said softly, staring intently at her reflection, "I mean, what will Bobby think?"
Logan clenched his fists in his lap, he had forgotten all about that icicle boy. He would get to see Marie in that dress .. Christ, he would get to take that dress off of Marie!
"I love it," Logan said gruffly, hoping that his opinion could be enough for her.
"Ok," Marie said, turning around to face him, a smile lighting up her face, "Lets get it!"
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A/n: OK, you want more, you review! Ok? Cause, I don't wanna write a story without reviews, so REVIEW!!