This was done by my friend Rebecca. and I'm doing 2 more sequels of this...HOPE U LIKE IT
Nicca
Title: Going for a ride
Author: Rebecca (a.k.a. dutchxfan)
Rating: R
Continuity: X2
Summary: "I'm thinking more about riding a pony. Yours, to be
precise."
Feedback: Yes, please! It's my life. (Okay, that sounds
pathetic.. I don't care, it's true!)
A/N: I've read a lot about plot bunnies, harassing the other ff-
writers. Guess they've found me too, but only this time they
forgot to bring along the plot. So pure smut it is; don't say I
didn't warn you! Beta by Nicca, thank you!
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I was just about to go out for a little walk when I ran into Logan.
Well.. maybe I should rephrase that. I found him lying on the ground
when I was taking a shortcut over the lawn. Yeah, I should walk on
the paths, I know.. like you're all goodie goodie, so don't
you even start with me, okay?
So anyway, Logan just lay there and I noticed him.
"Comfortable?" I asked.
"It's okay."
"What're you doing?"
"Nothing, really. Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Life.... My life to be specific."
Now that could be interesting, right? Logan in a philosophic
mood... I
joined him, of course.
"Move over, bub."
He chuckled and moved over a little, covering the lawn with his
jacket for me. Logan had manners if he wants to. I snuggled up in
his jacket. It smelled like him. Nice....
"So uhm... tell me. What have you came up with so far?"
"My life sucks."
This wasn't the philosophic answer I'd been expecting.
"That's it? That's all you came up with?"
He looked at me like I was missing the point. And I was, actually. I
mean.. we all knew Logan's life sucked. My life sucked too.
Hell.. all our lives sucked one way or the other. Apparently it's
a package deal: being a mutant and living a life that sucked.
"I think it's pretty much.. considering I'm here for only
a few minutes."
"Oh.. well.. okay... why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you think your life sucks?"
"Let's presume I've lived a 100 years already. I
can't remember shit about that. So it's useless. And the last
15 years that I do remember, were crap. Thus so far, it's been a
useless life with a lot of crap. "
Jeez... I didn't have anything to say about that. That really
sucked.
Doesn't' it? Even for a mutant, I mean.
"That's really depressing..." was all I could say.
"Yeah.. tell me about it.."
We both thought about it for a while. Then I looked at him and
asked: "So now what?"
"Don't know. I guess being here makes a difference already.
At least, I hope."
Again, we both considered his answer. 100 years... and still
looking damn sexy. Despite our depressing conversation, I felt
cheerful and reckless. I felt at ease with Logan nowadays. Still,
the crush was there, but I managed to control it somehow. We now
were at the "buddies" level. I could live with that. For a
while, at least. I mean, I have time, right? And so does Logan.
He'll
probably live forever. That's such a wacky idea.
"Logan, do you think you'll ever die?"
"Thought I couldn't until you proved me otherwise."
"Ugh... don't want to think about that one."
"I'm trying to figure out.... what's the point of
eternal life when everybody you care about is gone?"
"Seems awful..." I agreed.
"My family is probably dead by now. No need to search for them
anymore. Not that I have a clue where to look, but still.... Maybe
the memory loss is good thing. I don't remember the ones I maybe
loved once... so their death doesn't hurt me..."
I wondered what had happened to him. I'd never heard him talk so
easy about his feelings.
"Why do you think you're that old?"
"I think I fought in World War 1."
I sat up straight. "You did?"
"Yeah. I've had a nightmare last night. I was ... shot
several times,
but .... you know ... " he shrugged somehow.
I finished the sentence for him. "You just kept going."
"Yeah."
"So.... Don't you remember anything about the war?"
"I know what I saw in the dream, but I can't remember.
Don't know
for sure."
"Imagine that it's true.... Wow.... You really must be
like .. what..
110?"
"I should be dead."
"But you're not."
"No..."
"You look damn sexy for an old guy, you know."
"Oh, really?"
"Only for an old guy, of course."
He grinned. "Of course."
"Oh c'mon Logan, you know you look good."
"It makes a difference: looking "good" and looking
"damn sexy"."
"Oh well... I think you're sexy. Just like everyone else
around here."
He didn't say anything and I wondered: do I look sexy to him? I
decided to pop the question.
"So what do think of me?"
He scowled. "What do you mean?"
"I've just told you that I think you're sexy. So.. now
it's your
turn to tell me what you think of me."
"Oh.... I guess.... I never thought about that."
Men... Why don't they just tell us women what we want to hear?
Is that
too much to ask for?
"So, think about it."
"What, now?"
"Yes, now."
"What was the question, again?"
"Damn you, Logan. Stop acting like a moron and tell me that
I'm
sexy."
He laughed at me. Can you believe that? He just lay there and
laughed at me. It pissed me off to no end. That's the reason why
I suddenly found myself on his lap, legs on either side of his body
and my ass against his groin. Who's laughing now, mister?
"Uhm, kid? This isn't the right position for a piggyback
ride, you
know he said, still smirking.
Bastard.
"No sugah, I'm thinking more about riding a pony. Yours, to
be precise."
Whoa!! Where did that come from? It worked, though. Logan's smirk
was gone, but only to be replaced by a predatorily look. I'd just
unchained the Wolverine...
"Were you?" he asked. "You sure you can stay in the
saddle that
long?"
With that he placed his hands on my hips and pushed me down onto his
lap. Let me tell ya'll.. he was ready for me to jump on. I mean,
R E A D Y. Heehaw, baby!!
But..
I chickened out.
I hate to admit it, but, honest to God, I almost fainted. I tried to
swallow, almost choked, tried to catch my breath after that and
managed to whimper: "Oh my God!"
Logan roared with laughter. He ended my pathetic attempt to seduce
him, by saying: "I'll take that as a no',
darlin'."
Before I knew it, he'd switched places and now I was the one
laying on my back, while Logan was on top of me. My legs somehow
were wrapped around his hips and he held both my hands above my hand
in his fist, his other hand to support his weight.
"Too bad, Marie he whispered in my ear, his mouth almost
too close, "wanna know why?"
I stared at him, vaguely aware that my mouth hung open like some
drooling idiot. I felt a glowing heat between my legs and my nipples
were so hard that it almost hurt. I then blinked twice and managed
to swallow the lump in my throat. "Why?" I croaked.
"'Cause, to answer your question, I think you're sexy as
hell."
He licked my lips for a split second and then he was on his feet,
swaggering away without looking back.
And me?
I don't know how long I lay there. Maybe minutes, but it might as
well be hours. Jubes found me eventually. While I blankly stared at
the sky, her face appeared in my vision.
"Heya, Roguey. Whatcha doin'?"
"I don't know", I answered, which was the truth.
She kneeled down next to me. "Damn girl, you look like you've
been hit by a bus. Are you okay?"
"A stallion", I mumbled. "Thrown off a stallion."
"What? Did you go horse riding? Where's the damn beast?"
She looked around.
I started to grin. "Probably having a beer and watching hockey,
right now."
Jubes looked at me like I was losing it. And maybe I was, but I
didn't give a shit. Her eyes narrowed and she started to grin as
well.
"Did you smoke grass or somethin'? Cause if you did, why
didn't you share, you sneaky bitch?"
I sat up straight and my grin turned into an uncontrollable
laugh. "I don't share this one, Chica. He's all
mine."
"Who?" she giggled and helped me up.
"The stallion, dumb ass I said and while walking back to the
mansion, I added sniggering: "Now, lend me that little whip of
yours; I seriously need to learn how to ride."
